#tom davidson fanfiction

[thebiggerbear]

Tom Davidson Masterlist

[collecting-stories]

Could I request Cowboy Like Me with Tom Davidson please? So excited to see someone writing for Walker Independence!

Cowboy Like Me - Tom Davidson

Summary: Reader and Tom spend the duster together.

A/N: Finally finished the season! Does anyone know if it's been renewed?

TS Anthology Series

...now you hang from my lips, like the gardens of babylon...

The duster felt like it had come up out of nowhere. You were standing on the front porch of the dry goods shop, debating the cost of fabric for a new dress, when someone warned of it’s presence. And like a tidal wave at the ocean, the dust rose up out of the ground and floated its way toward Independence like a cloud of bad fortune. You’d abandoned the fabric and headed for the nearest place you knew to be safe from the storm: Hagan’s. If you were lucky Kate would be there, or one of the other dancers. Someone to ride out the storm with at least.  

The hotel and bar looked absolutely deserted when you finally managed to make your way inside. With the whole place closed up tight like this it almost felt eerie and there was a small part of you that was beginning to regret not finding a better place to ride out the storm. At least a more populated place so that you didn’t have to sit here alone.  

“I thought I heard someone down here,” a familiar voice called down the stairs and you realized that you had been so engrossed with the duster out the window that you’d missed the sound of footsteps on the staircase.  

“Just taking shelter from the storm sheriff,” you replied, turning to smile at him over your shoulder. You’d been hoping for Kate but you seemed to be having far better luck.  

None of your friends knew about your relationship with Tom, although you had your suspicion that Kai knew. He seemed to know about everything that went on in Independence. He hadn’t said anything outright to you about it, or to anyone else to your relief. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of seeing Tom just that you knew how your friends would feel about it, especially Kate and Abby. 

“Did you come in alone?” He asked, hesitating at the last step, taking a sweeping inventory of the room in case someone else had followed you into Hagan’s. He’d been relieved to find that no one was in the bar and hotel when he arrived though he had come looking for you. It was luck that he stayed and you had decided to come here.  

“I did.” You nodded. “Is anyone else here?” 

“Just me...disappointed?” He asked, the faintest hint of a smirk appearing on his face as he took his hat off and laid it on one of the tables. He walked passed you to the bar and you followed after, standing on the other side of the counter and watching as he fixed two drinks.  

“Not disappointed at all,” you replied, leaning against the counter to bring yourself closer to Tom as he passed a whiskey on ice to you. “Fancy,” you mused, taking it and sipping. “Say, you planning on keeping your distance the whole afternoon?”  

“Is that what I’m doing?” He joked.  

You regularly looked forward to moments alone with Tom. It was tricky, considering he was the sheriff of Independence and you were dancing on stage at Hagan’s. Not quite the pair that people would match up if they were asked to but something about the two of you worked. Maybe because you understood each other better than anyone else ever had. Both from families back east, both running from something and ending up out here in Texas, both falling into roles that you didn’t really want. When you were with other people in Independence, you felt like you were always putting on a show. Even with Abby or Kate. But with Tom, when you could find a moment to steal away together, or like today when the moment found you, it felt like you could truly be yourself.  

“Well I’m all the way over here and you’re all the way over there,” you teased, leaning forward again. Tom leaned forward as though he might meet you in the middle for a kiss, stealing a sip of his whiskey at the last moment instead.  

“Guess I’ll have to do something about that,” he mused.  

You nodded, backing away from the counter with your whiskey in hand, walking your way backward until you reached the table he’d left his hat on. You picked up the black hat he wore everyday and slipped it on your head, “You know what I was thinking?” 

“What’s that?” He asked, coming around the counter and following your movements as you slowly backed yourself to the stairs. You had a destination in mind, his office and room, and you could tell by the smirk on his face that he knew exactly where you were headed.  

“After this duster blows through, you should take a couple days off, let Gus take care of things here in town.” You said, “you been looking tired lately.” 

“Have I?” He asked, placing a hand on the banister as he reached the staircase. “And what about you? You takin’ off too?” 

“Why not? My feet are crying every night, might as well.”  

“And if we’re both hiding out? You think people won’t notice?” He asked, the light tone to his voice betraying the very serious question he was asking.  

“Let them,” you shrugged, turning to walk up the last few steps, “now come over and give me a proper hello.” 

“Whatever you say,” he downed the end of his whiskey, leaving the empty glass on a hall table as he followed you into his room, closing the distance between you and the office doors.  

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Tom Davidson Fic Masterlist

A list of fics I've written that feature Tom as a main/major character

It's Hard to See in the Dark- AU in which Abigail didn't see Tom kill her husband

A Nephew's Love- Tom Davidson having thoughts about his Aunt Teresa after she leaves.

Of Love and Hate- Abigail hated Tom. And there was nothing wrong with that. Except for the fact that he loved her.

Be Careful What You Wish For- AU where instead of kissing Tom, Abby performed the much more intimate act of revealing her true identity to him and he revealed some secrets in return

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks

[weirdos-am-i-right]

Request info:

I figured I would do this just for the hell of it. In case anyone wants to request something from me.

People I wrote for: m

Tom Holland

Pete Davidson

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Loki

Honestly though, if you want someone else too, you can always ask, I’d probably be down to do it as long as I’m comfortable with it.

Content requests:

I do…

Smut

Fluff

Angst

I don’t do pregnancy/mom& dad stuff, just because I don’t really want to.

One thing about the ‘smut’ category is I don’t write degradation stuff in any way. It’s a lot to get into, but I had a toxic relationship(that I am not out of) where he degraded me a lot, and it make me uncomfortable to write that stuff. Anything else you might want I’d be down for it.

I don’t know how to make me requests anonymous, so unless someone wants to explain it to me, if you want to be anonymous, you can always message me, or ask me in my inbox, and just say you want to be anonymous.

That being said, I love taking requests, and writing for people, don’t be afraid to ask.

[ourmixedrealities]

Specific Blogs

Hey Everyone! Random update that I hope you all will enjoy, I took a lot of time to think before making this decision... But ultimately I have decided to make multiple side blogs so that if you are only interested in one of the male leads you can follow their specific blog.

This list will constantly be added to as I add more male leads and more accounts haha.

Andy Biersack - https://settlingdownwithandybiersack.tumblr.com/

Dylan O’Brien - https://livingwithdylan.tumblr.com/

Chris Wood - https://mycrazylifewithchriswood.tumblr.com/

Tom Holland -  https://mybeautifullifewithtomholland.tumblr.com/

Pete Davidson - https://laughingwithpetedavidson.tumblr.com/

Colby Brock - https://cuddlingwithcolbybrock.tumblr.com/

[fanaticfangirl001]

Expect some stories tomorrow I’m off tomorrow and Friday.

[ughitsnic]

400 follower celebration/blurb night

Since i hit 400 followers a while bsck ive been wanting to do another blurb night like i did for hitting 250 followers, but ive bee working so much that i havent had chance but i actually have a full week off of work

So... if you would like to send in some ideas and requests feel free. Im planning on writing these for tom holland, chris evans, andy barber. I was thinking of writing for new people too, like sebastian stan, tom hiddleston and super random but pete davidson

Im going to be doing this over the next few days, so send in some things, it can be fluff, smut, angst or a mix

And thank you again for 400 followers 💛

[transdavidstephens]

Torchwood fic recs!

(@torchwoodbutmostlyowen is where I should've posted this)

First off - I'm going to link this whole page . Everything @iianto-jones writes is genuinely beautiful and makes up a chunk of my top favourites. I've linked the whole thing because Recover was the one which was in my Ao3 recs but On Happiness is one of my personal favourites. Recover has some of the most amazing imagery (and is a CoE fix-it, so, spoilers for that?) and is a very healing thing to read. In On Happiness Ianto is deaf, and this is actually a Jack/ Ianto fic (shocking, considering the rest of these XD). When I read it honestly gave me back a passion for reading which my kinda shit mental health was losing. It's a long fic, and definitely worth it. @aellesiym also did such a pretty piece of art based on Recovery it's genuinely stunning and so calming to look at.

Anyway!

No 1 - A Journal Of the Plague Year

If you do two things for me, please let reading this be one of them. This is right up there as one of my favourite, favourite Torchwood fanfictions. Owen is so in character, first of all, and he (along with the rest of the fic) is hilarious. It's set primarily during the Spanish Flu pandemic, and whilst there are slightly more emotional moments overall it's fairly uplifting. It is Owen/Andy, which I know may put some people off. However, I really do believe it is worth the read and have read (and recced) it several times.

Word Count: 16,152 Rating: Teen and Up

No 2 - tell rock n roll im alone again

Guys? This is the second thing. It's Ianto/ Owen and, although I would definitely say to give it a try, if that's not your thing you probably won't enjoy it. It's a Band AU, which I'm personally usually not a fan of, though honestly focuses more on their characters than anything. It's fairly cutting, and emotional in a way that isn't really sad? There are some bitingly humourous bits in it though - bits I keep coming back to. I think Gwen does cheat on Rhys in this, and Jack fucks around (including with John, who is also in a band) but I cant remember thinking anyone comes out particularly unfairly.

Anyway there's some good use of language and I've re read it a few times. Tosh is with Adam, just as a note. And I also feel I should say now that there is a s*icide note involved after Suzie (a character we never see) commits, and Owen is hit particularly hard.

Word Count: 17, 055 Rating: Mature

*I would still try No 1 is Andy/ Owen doesn't seem like your thing though. I mean it's totally chill if you read a bit and think 'not for me' but I just need more people to appreciate it, sorry I keep going on about it

No 3 - Message in a Bottle

This focuses on Torchwood 4, which is stuck in a wormhole in this story. They get involved with Torchwood 3, who then try to help them get back. I will say that at one or two moments Jack felt ever so slightly OOC but made up for it the rest of the time. The plot is interesting, the story is well paced and it is genuinely hilarious in places. My favourite thing about this does have to be the characters the authors have created for TW 4. They all feel so real and I would honestly love to see them.

Word count: 31,017 Rating: Teen and Up (there is phone sex involved I'm pretty sure but I think that's it and it can be skipped)

No - Long Road Home

This is an AU which sees Jack and Tosh unable to come back through the rift after Captain Jack Harkness. Admittedly, I don't remember much about it apart from it being very emotional. I have it recced in my Ao3 bookmarks and I've commented on it positively but will try and re read it give more accurate feed back.

This one! Is Jack/ Ianto, for those of you waiting for that. Also Toshiko/ Tim (I think? She does get her happy ending).

Word count: 14,793 Rating: Teen and Up

If you read any or have any thoughts (or recs for me) feel free to message! Also! Definitely add your own fave fics!

[pollylynn]

Title: Pretty Much WC:  1000

There’s such a thing as too much information. This personal credo of his, go figure, is remarkably unpopular with a number of cops he could mention, but this case, with its boom mics and wall-to-wall camera coverage, is obviously a case in point.

There’s Victor Baron himself, of course. The man, to exactly no one’s surprise, turns out to be nothing but underbelly, but without his addiction to documentation, all-too-conspicuous consumption, and a life lived entirely in public, he might not be out an indubitably five-figure vase, to say nothing of potentially staring down the barrel of a defunct pageant and who knows how much in alimony in the not so distant future.

And then there’s Bobby Stark. Certainly, he’d personally like to forget absolutely everything he’s learned about America’s dad in the last seventy-two hours. It’s just a matter of whether he wants to forget the restraining orders, The Bobby Rocket’s social media debut, or—dear God—the strawberry-scented “goddess train” first.  

But these two professional oversharers and their ilk aren’t really what his credo is about, at least not entirely. He ruminates on pageant espionage and the Debbie Winakers of the world, whose genuinely fine qualities might best be admired from a distance. He thinks of Joy Jones and Amber Middleberry in the Little Miss Spangles years and laments the things that get lost not just in the drive to win, but the sea of detail, endlessly filled by pageant consultants and constant surveillance.

And orbiting around all that are the closer-to-home dramas born of—or at least complicated by—information overload.

He chuckles at the sight of the Captain buttonholing not just his own people, but what seems like every passerby, to survey them about an anniversary gift. He imagines the cluttered mental inventory the man must be doing—what he’s gotten her in the past, what he should have gotten her but didn’t, what she’s asked for, hinted at, demanded, warned him to never, ever get her.

He frets over Alexis and her seemingly off-the-cuff knowledge of the distance between New York and every school Ashley’s been accepted to. He’s shocked to the point of being personally offended as a dyed-in-the-wool romantic who must have passed at least some genetic material on to her that she’s been looking up statistics on high school romance survival rates. He both does and definitely does not want to know where one would even go to find such a ridiculously specific data set, and it hurts an astonishing amount that Beckett is so matter-of-fact in praising his daughter’s practicality.  

As usual, Beckett is kind of where he lands, credo-wise.

She definitely doesn’t think there’s such a thing as too much information, and it’s rare that a detail escapes her notice. It’s rarer still that she forgets any tidbit she learns along the way, and of course, he has a distressing tendency to overshare, sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. Add to that the fact that he might not be the Baron, and he’s mercifully not Bobby Stark, but as Montgomery’s barb about the shelf-life of both of his marriages drives home, he’s lived some of the more miserable parts of his life in public, so she’s been piecing together a version of him since before they even met.

Most of the time, he doesn’t mind that, as far as he goes, it’s information overload for her. She’s the exception to the credo, both coming and going, and he revels in surprising her. He delights in unabashedly owning his foibles and defying her expectations at every turn.

But it’s upsetting—it’s alarming—how cooly she talks about love and the odds in the same breath. He thinks about the things he knows about her love life. He thinks about Sorenson and the Grunge rocker, about Demming and Josh, and the fact that he can pretty much count them on one hand suddenly doesn’t seem to be the sole result of her not being an oversharer, intentionally or otherwise. It suddenly seems like, for her, love might not be in the same boat as psychics and Santa Claus, but it might dock nearby.

He wonders how many days and nights she’s spent alone because the data she’d gathered—the information she’d accumulated with infinite care—pointed to a high probability of failure someday. Someday. It hurts his heart to think of it for her sake. It troubles him deeply for his own.

He thinks back on the painful missed moments the two of them have suffered. He’s been in the habit of thinking of them in terms of things he wished he’d known—how profoundly her mother’s death had shaped every aspect of her life in those first years afterward, that the Demmings of the world would suddenly bring his own feelings into sudden, sharp relief, that the Demmings of the world would come and go in such short order.

He’s lamented each one as a simple matter of crossed signals, misjudgment, bad timing. He’s written Josh off as more of the same, and even though there are days when he simply cannot believe the guy is still hanging around, he’s resolved to hold fast this time, to make his feelings and intentions as clear as he can without overstepping. He’s resolved keep showing up, and it gives him hope that she smiles like she knows all about his resolutions and tells him it’s a good choice.

That gives him hope, but he can’t help but wonder suddenly if their entire past is math, not simply missed opportunities—if she’s been working it out long hand, and that’s what’s kept them doing the wrong kind of dance for two damned years. He can’t help but wonder if she’s calculated the odds and determined that he is not—they are not—worth the risk.

He can’t help but wonder if she has too much information.

A/N: Gotta love a meta boom mic. Hmmm.

image via homeofthenutty

[dropyourswordfanfic]

pete - Peter Parker

part four - Sweetener Series

Song: pete davidson - Ariana Grande

Prompt: “happy.”

Summary: it’s official you and Peter show PDA around school.

Warnings: fighting, super fluffy, cursing

Monday, you and Peter walked hand in hand though the doors of the school. Everyone was looking. Probably wondering what took so long or some shit like that. But neither you or Peter cared.

“Hey, looks like Penis Parker finally got some,” Flash traumatically teased.

“Fuck off slowpoke,” you bounced back.

“Oh she has some spunk, l like that! I like that a lot!” Flash pestered you.

Rolling your eyes you just walked away. He wasn’t worth anyone’s time acting like that. But you didn’t realize Peter had let go of your hand. When you looked around you to see where else he could’ve gone to, what you saw horrified you to the bone.

“Don’t you dare talk to my girlfriend like that again!” Peter screamed in Flash’s face.

Rushing over to him you try to stop the fight. Except the two knuckleheads wouldn’t listen to you.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Flash lead Peter on.

“This,” Peter said, but before he could throw a punch you got in the middle of them.

“STOP!” You yell. Moving towards Peter you wrap your arms around his neck trying to calm him down.

“Why did you stop me?” he asked angrily.

“I stopped you because I don’t want you to get detention or worse expelled,” you took a deep breath, “he’s not worth it Peter. Of all people you should know that.”

“Your right (Y/N), I lost my temper,” he hugged you back, “I just don’t want anyone especially not that scumbag talking about you, to you ever!”

Both of you just stayed where you were until MJ cleared her throat, “um guys.”

“What?” You said dreamily looking into Peter’s eyes.

“It’s time for class,” Ned chimes in.

“Alright,” Peter said nonchalant.

You kissed him on the cheek as you let go and started walking towards your first class. As you approached your class someone grabbed your wrist. Slowly you turned to see who it was, “Parker you scared the daylight out of me!” You playfully hit his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he moved his grip to your hand, “it’s just you forgot something.”

“No I didn’t,” You scrunched your face up puzzled.

“Yea you did,” he leaned in and pecked your lips softly. “You forgot that.”

A vigorous blush rose into your cheeks. Walking into the classroom you couldn’t seem to stop smiling. Something inside you just lit up everytime he was near and you didn’t hate it.

“Someone is smiley today,” Gwen cheerfully said in your direction.

“You know what,” you looked at her and sighed, “I am.”

“Looks like someone is happy!” Betty said poking your sides, making you laugh.

“Sto- stop!” You giggled out as she concluded jabbing your sides.

As the day continued your mood only grew happier and happier. At lunch you sat at your usual table surrounded by friends. But Peter was nowhere to be seen. The smile on your face diminished at the thought of him eating somewhere else.

All of a sudden two hands cover your eyes in darkness. Immediately you knew it was Peter, but you wanted to stay calm.

“Guess who?” Peter teased.

“Um...... is it, Ned?” You joked making everyone around you laugh except Peter.

“No silly,” he removed his hands and showed you his face, “it’s me!”

You smile and hug his neck at the sight of the cutest boy on the planet. “I missed you,” whispering in his ear burying your face into him.

“I missed you too (Y/N),” he kissed your cheek.

“GET A ROOM!” MJ yelled from across the table.

“Um... yeah, stop being so cute,” Ned said a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Okay we will,” you sassed taking Peter’s face in your hands and kissing his lips lightly.

After lunch, in your next class you sat next to Peter like usual. Except this time neither of you wanted to pay attention. Passing notes back and forth was what you ended up doing most of the period.

U R super cute -Peter

No U R :) -(Y/N)

Stop flattering me -Peter

Well I like telling the truth ;) -(Y/N)

“PETER, (Y/N)!” Your teacher looked in your direction, “pay attention. If I have to call you out again you will be given detention!”

“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” you both say in unison. Once they start teaching again you let a small giggle slip out from under your breath.

“SHH!” Peter put his finger over his lips.

“Oh, sorry,” you whisper into your hands.

When the final bell rang you ran out of the school to meet Peter. Reaching the outside you start looking around for the familiar face. Out of nowhere you are being turned around. You lay your eyes on the person who turned you around and can’t help but jump into his arms.

“PETE!” You happily say in his ear snuggling your face in his neck.

“There’s my happy girl,” Peter said with a smile on his face as he put you back down on the ground.

“And your my happy boy,” wrapping your arms around his neck taking in his scent.

Peter walked home with you, arm around your waist, keeping you close. Talking all the way down the road about things that could only possibly matter to the two of you. He stayed over for a study date but to be honest, not much studying went on. In fact most of the night you just snuggled and talked about little things. Having a heated make out session when things moved from your bedroom floor to the bed. It truly was the happiest time of your life.

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a/n: this has been part five of Sweetener Series! This part is full of cuteness and I love it💛 I will be posting something on the 13th but it’s not going to be the next part of Sweetener Series.

[thebiggerbear]

Walker: Independence Characters Masterlist

Tom Davidson

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[collecting-stories]

Question...? - Tom Davidson

Request: Question x tom davidson from walker indepence?

Summary: After leaving your home in Boston for a new life, a ghost from the past rolls into the same place and you can't shake the feelings you once had for him.

A/N: First time writing Tom Davidson or Walker Independence so hopefully did it some justice.

← Midnights Masterlist | TS Anthology Series →

✰ Does it feel like everything's just like, second best after that meteor strike? ✰

You’d chosen Independence and a job at Hagan’s Hotel because it seemed like a safe haven from your past life. As far away as you could afford to go. Somewhere that didn’t remind you of Boston or the east coast. Somewhere small and quiet and easy to hide in.

And then, three weeks into your new life a familiar face walked into the bar, a gold star shining against his black clothing and you felt the bottom of your stomach drop out. Maybe part of you should have known that running in the same direction he’d gone would have eventually led you onto the same path but you’d been hopeful when you moved out west that there was no chance you’d ever see the man again.  

Hagan’s was still something of a safe haven from the long arm of the law and the ache that always pulled at your heart when you saw him. If you just went to all the places he didn’t go, then you’d never have to have the conversation you’d always thought you wanted to have. You’d never have to wonder why he left (or at least you could tell yourself it had nothing to do with you).  

But peace never lasts, especially not when you know it’s running thin, “I knew it was only a matter of time,” you mentioned when Tom stepped up to the bar as you were working. He’d kept himself distant too, using Kate as a go-between. But the boxing match had been invigorating and the near-death shoot out a few days earlier had him thinking that maybe it was time he set down all the baggage that was keeping him away from you.  

“Before I came over here?” He asked, taking the drink you mixed him. A few people bumped passed him, congratulating the sheriff for the win.  

You hummed, contemplating what you wanted to say. It was true that you’d been waiting for him to finally come over and talk to you but after watching him in the ring tonight, it was another thought, one that surprised you, that was winning out. You’d always been prepared to feel nothing but longing for him and maybe there was still a piece of you that wished things had been different between you but then you’d seen the way he looked at Abby.  

“Before you moved on.” You replied, casting your gaze over his shoulder. The mysterious stranger from Boston, coincidentally, was standing near the piano chatting with Kate.  

“I don’t-” He began to say, looking almost guilty (whether about actually moving on or just being found out, you weren’t sure). 

“It’s alright,” you lied, “like I said, I knew it was only a matter of time Tom.” 

“What are you doing in Independence?” He asked, changing the subject abruptly. “Thought you were engaged to that broker from Philadelphia. Heard from your sister that you were planning on moving down there.” 

“I’ve been here longer than you have...when’d you hear anything about me?” You replied, searching his eyes for any hint of an answer. You knew he’d never be straight with you about things but you couldn’t help being caught off guard by his admission. It was after he left that your family had introduced you to the Philadelphian. “Keeping tabs?” 

“Came up in conversation.” 

“Course it did.” You rolled your eyes, unable to keep your guard up as you leaned closer to him, “You really screwed me over Tom.”  

“How’s that?” He challenged, taking a sip of his drink, “far as I remember, you were moving on the moment I left. Now you’re telling me about moving on as if I’m doing something wrong? So what if after all this time I’m not still waiting on you.”  

You faked a smile as someone came up behind Tom, clapping his shoulder and telling how impressive the fight was before offering to buy him a drink. You obliged, pouring the whiskey for him as the other man congratulated him again and finally moved on.  

Patron gone, you could speak freely, “I think you’re remembering things wrong. It was you that left...trust me, I’ll never forget waking up that morning alone.”  

Tom hesitated in his response, giving you time to walk away, grabbing drinks for someone else that had approached the bar, making small talk with a regular. By the time you looked back again, he was gone. The half empty glass of whiskey sitting on the bar and no sign of the sheriff in the weening crowd. You clutched the dish rag in your hand until you felt your knuckles turning white and heard Kate call your name, asking if you were alright. She was a keen observer and you almost wondered if asking her where Tom went would be a good idea. No doubt she knew but then she’d want to know why you needed to. And then you knew she’d pry, in that way she did that didn’t even feel like prying at all.  

As the bar started to thin out to closing, just the few stragglers that never knew when to call it quits and the actual guests of the hotel were left in the lobby, you passed the towel to someone else and excused yourself from serving drinks. It was getting later than you liked to be out but you weren’t done having a conversation with Tom. You’d both spent more than a month avoiding each other in a town as small as a block in Boston but he’d ended that when he approached you in the bar. Now you needed to know what he wanted to say because otherwise you were certain you would burst.  

Your mother always said it was the not knowing that killed a man and you supposed that was true about you as well.  

So, dark already settled in, you headed out to Tom’s dwelling, a lantern glowing in the window of the little house. He was home then, at least. It was hell walking the distance at night but you supposed you should’ve been thankful that no prying eyes could see you. The gossip would've been hell if they could. Might still be hell.  

“Tom,” you called out after knocking on the door and receiving no immediate answer. “I know you’re in there...can we talk?” 

The door swung open, Tom crowding the door way as he leaned against the frame, “what’s there to talk about? What’s left?” 

You weren’t really sure how to answer that. Honestly, what else could either of you say about what happened between you in Boston. All you knew was that he had finally started talking to you and you were terrified that he would stop. That’d you have to watch him with that Abby Walker or someone else in town that caught his eye and you’d be wishing it was you. Knowing that every man you’d been with came second to him, even after all this time.  

“I...” you paused, shook your head, tried to regroup. Tried to leave all the nonsense and bullshit out at the door and be honest with him, “I just wanna keep talking. I don’t want to stop hearing your voice.” 

For a beat, neither of you moved, just standing there in the doorway of his cabin staring at each other until finally he stepped to the side, just enough that you could slip passed him. So you did, and the door closed after you, latch locking it into place, keeping you and Tom from the rest of Independence, if only for the night.  

[walker-extended-universe]

Windy 1x10 Thoughts

How this show manages to keep me guessing with every episode I'll never know

Once again, not enough time or energy for a proper review so I'm just gonna put my thoughts here real quick and then get back to my regularly scheduled shitposting.

Calian and Augustus:

You know, when this plotline first came up, I knew this was going to either end with Nascha being dead or with her being assimilated and I wasn't sure which would be worse. Now I know.

Nascha being fed a false narrative about her life and eventually giving up her heritage to fit into the world she was forced into is just...awful. Probably historically accurate (I feel a research itch coming on) but awful

Calian is torn between being grateful that she's alive and grieving the loss of who she used to be. He'd kept that hope up all these years, that he would find her and his tribe would be whole again, and it was all for nothing

I also got the feeling that Calian had a lot of barely tempered rage below the surface during that conversation and it was only the knowledge that Nascha had no say in what happened that kept him in check

"I bet your wife is proud of you" "She used to be" Okay is Gus' wife dead or is she mad at him for his career choice? Being on the frontier would mean she either had to come out with him or that he left her behind for months- if not years- at a time.

Oh boy a new chief was chosen while Calian was gone and he wants war. I'm sure nothing bad will come of this :)

The Side Step:

HAGAN'S BACK!!!!!!

Of course Hoyt chooses a bar to stay in while there's a storm.

Francis having debts to pay off that are now his family's responsibility is a good way to bring Lucia back. Since, yaknow, Hoyt abandoned her -_-

Kate figuring out that Hagan acted to protect her in .5 seconds is both a good way to move the plot forward and another example of how good of a detective she is

Kate and Hoyt secret scheming together my beloved

Kate: Be drunk Hagan: Already am I love them your honor

Hoyt stripping is blatant fanservice but this was better than the watering hole so I'll let it pass.

Tbh part of me wishes Lucia hadn't been in on the plan but she did very well regardless. I guess she had a good poker face after all ;)

Anyway fuck Randall and long live cattle baroness Lucia

Lucia, sweetie, you know Hoyt. I do not think putting him in charge of a bar is a good idea and you really should know better.

Kate and Hagan's reunion was my favorite part of this episode. Kate missed him, even if she was mad, and I think this episode showed how much she looked up to him. He knew about her non-heterosexuality and trusted her to run a business, likely during a time when everyone else she knew didn't trust her much at all. He's a father just as much as she's a daughter. Her tears when asking him if she could run away with him just- *heart breaks*- I'm fine. But he's right; she needs to stay put and find her footing, keep the spirit of Hagan's alive. Perhaps she'll order a hat from him one day.

Hagan's:

Tom's nightmare about him hanging from the rafters of the barn is just *chef's kiss* we love a traumatized meow meow

"What will you do when you find your brother?" "He'll get what's coming to him" I love Abby's concerned face after this like sweetie not everyone is driven by a sense of justice sometimes you just need to shoot people in the face.

"Tom Davidson and Abigail Walker seek shelter in a hotel and get love advice from a strange woman who mistakes them as a couple" is a fanfiction prompt if I ever saw one and tbh I know a few writers who would've done it better. But I digress

I love how Tom just casually drops his family-related trauma onto Abby. That's so normal and hinged of him.

Is it because no one else in his life cares about him and he's become overly attached to her since he first saw her she saved his life?

I swear I thought that woman was Teresa Davidson for a second

Tom saying he knew there was something special about Abby from the moment they first met is either really romantic or really threatening depending on the context.

Very odd woman reliving her married days and sharing memories with two strangers. Not really sure what to make of her (or her comment to Hagan) but she seems nice. I hope she's not evil.

Okay so Abby isn't afraid of Tom anymore because she knows he didn't do it. All the while Tom is becoming more endearing to her because of how he cares about Independence and the way he seems willing to stand up to his family. Kate thinks she should be careful (and I agree) but there is Something here.

If they'd left it at the Almost Kiss, I would've been happy. I would've preferred that. Abby is gaining feelings, Tom has been having feelings for some time, the Pining is at it's peak.

Aaaaand then they ruin it by killing the "will they/won't they" question by having Tom and Abby sleep together right away -_-

Aaaaaand now Kate knows and she's being extra judgemental about it (although to be perfectly fair she was the one that barged into Tom's room without warning....)

Aaaand now Shane's run off. He probably died in the dust storm.

Tom/Abby happened and it is technically what I asked for but...did it have to be this way? Couldn't we have had a few more episodes of pining before we got a kiss?

Solid episode overall but I think we could've used more of Lucia being mad at Hoyt. He deserves it.

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My Own Stories!

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Tom holland x oc

Wilbur x reader series

Sapnap imagine

In a rich man's world pt.2 (c!schlatt)

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“Our timeline is all screwed up” —Richard Castle, Law and Murder (3 x 19)

Title:  Steady State Rating: T WC: 600

When she first met him—when it became painfully clear that he actually was going to stick around—she assumed they’d wind up diving into bed sooner, rather than later. She pictured high-pressure tactics from him that she’d resist, right up until she didn’t, and that would be that. A one-night stand (probably) or maybe some more extended mutual itch scratching, but a fling. That’s how she assumed things would end up.  

She’d fantasized about it. Not about the sex (much), but about the aftermath. About him losing interest. She’d fantasized about him notching the bedpost or belt or whatever his preferred scorekeeping mechanism might be and then going away and leaving her in peace.

But it didn’t go that way. He’d made his unwavering interest clear. He’d rile her up with his swagger every time someone asked if they were together (and a lot of people asked if they were together). He’d reply Not yet with the coyest of coy looks. But mostly he showed up, he worked, he drove her crazy. He impressed her far more than she’d ever want to admit, and for as much as he made sure she knew the option of diving into bed at a moment’s notice was most definitely on the table, he never once made any kind of aggressive move on her.

Except he’d dug into her mother’s case. It wasn’t the move she’d been expecting at all, and when she looks back—when she still feels that corrosive flare of residual anger—she thinks part of it’s because he’d been playing a more serious game all the time. He’d been trying to get into her life, her head, her heart the whole time, not into her bed. Not just into her bed.

For a long time after that, after he’d worked his way back into her life, she assumed nothing at all would happen. It was too late. They’d been through too much for a fling to be an option, and anything other than that—anything more—was never on the table. Until it suddenly was. Until it suddenly seemed to be, and Tom presented himself as an infinitely more sensible, infinitely safer option.

Even then—even when  the table was set not just with what might be, but what already was more—she tried hard to write it off to jealousy, to him suddenly wanting what he couldn’t have. And by the time she took an honest look at the evidence, at the road up to that point, it was too late again. He was walking off with an arm around his ex, and she was left kicking herself. For the summer and then some she told herself she fucking knew it—that he’d get bored and wander off the second he got what he wanted, the second he was sure he was never going to get it.

And then he’d wandered back. No. He’d fought his way back into her life, even though he was in a relationship, you know with whom. He’d stayed even after he knew that she was in a relationship. And then even after he wasn’t in a relationship anymore, and here they are.

They haven’t had their fling.

They haven’t tried and failed at something more.

There’s no accounting for this—for what they are now. There’s no accounting for the fact that it’s late and he’s stretched out beside her in the beat-up plush seat of the movie theater, his eyes fixed on the screen as he tips his head toward her.

“You gonna hog that popcorn all night?”