#tommy cahill imagine

[charliehoennam]

from cramps to comfort

a/n: my bestie @harmonity-vibes has been having a bit of a tough day and i just wanted to make something nice for her. luv u, hon 💗

pairing: tommy cahill x f!reader

summary: you're on your period, everything sucks so tommy makes it his mission to help you feel better

warnings: mentions of blood, period, fluff, language, not proof-read

Getting off of work is the only thing you've been looking forward to the entire day. All you can think about is getting home and stewing yourself in a nice, hot bath to relief the aching cramps you’ve been feeling.

The day started off terribly wrong right off the bat. You had felt the cramps settling in the previous day and you even set a pad to try and prevent any accidents, but that was a total failure.

You woke up to the large red stain on your bedsheets and you just knew it was going to be one of those days.

As if the staining paranoia and the gut-twisting cramps weren’t enough to make you constantly uncomfortable, you also struggled to deal with your stupid fucking hormones.

Everything and everyone have been annoying or frustrating you for the past couple days. You hate that you feel like ripping everyone’s heads off and having their spleen for dessert. It’s not their fault; you’ve even managed to piss yourself off to the brink of tears. You just can’t help it.

You had no choice, but to brace yourself for the day. You thought about calling in sick, but you figured you could suck it up and face the day. It’d be over quickly and there was so much that you had to do.

After a hot shower to clean yourself up, you got dressed and took your phone from its charger by your nightstand in your rush to catch up with the clock.

Seeing Tommy’s name on the screen almost makes you forget about the pain.

“Morning, beautiful 🥰 Feeling better? Hoped we could have dinner together tonight?”

You read his message, but you have no time to write back. You’re running late thanks to your alarm and mother nature, so you scramble through your apartment to grab everything you could need.

The minute you lock your door, your phone starts buzzing. You lift it up to see who’s calling you and see your boyfriend’s face smiling back at you.

“Hey, Tommy”

“Morning, baby. You missed your alarm again?”

“Yeah, I think I forgot to set it last night. I really passed out, I was so tired.”

He can hear your footsteps going down the stairs as you make your way to the front entrance.

“Are you feeling any better though? You said you were feeling icky yesterday.”

“And now I know why. I got my period.”

“Oh, damn. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s not your fault, babe. Just Mother Nature being a bitch.”

“Is there anything I can d-“

“Fucking son of a bitch” you grumble as you push the stuck door to open. “Door never works. Sorry, babe. What did you say?”

“I asked if there’s anything I can do?”

“No, Tommy” you say holding your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you fish for your bus pass in your bag. “Fuck!” you groan. “Why can’t anything go right today?”

“What happened?”

“I gotta go back for my stupid fucking bus pass. I forgot it at home.”

“Baby, lemme give you a ride. I’m just a couple blocks over anyways.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be going to work? I don’t wanna make you late.”

“You won’t be, alright? Just wait there and I’ll pick you up, ok?”

“Alright, Tommy. Thank you so much.”

“See you in ten minutes, babe.”

You hang up and sit on the curb to wait for your boyfriend. The cold air tightens your muscles and you’re reminded of the pain in your core. You took medicine in your morning rush, but apparently, it wasn’t enough to numb it out entirely.

You sit and wait with your head tucked down over your arms. You’re so ready for the day to end.

Tommy soon arrives to pick you up as promised, but the wide grin on his face quickly disappears when he realizes how shitty you’re actually feeling.

It breaks his heart to see you in pain and feeling down in the dumps. He’s got a natural instinct for making people laugh and feel good. Not being able to do even that makes him feel useless.

It reminds him of the mental breakdown his brother went through years ago. Although he's gotten better and was able to return to his family a recovered man, depression hits him from time to time when he remembers what he had to endure.

Tommy never fails to cheer him up and remind him that he's a survivor. He might not be a doctor, but he does whatever he can to remind his loved ones that they are loved.

He listens to you vent on route to your workplace, making encouraging remarks when you mention your driving test is today during your lunch break. Tommy does his best to lift your spirits and reminds you of how well you’ve done during his lessons.

He’d been teaching you for the past couple weeks and, although he says you’ve improved a lot, you’re still nervous about the test because the instructor you were paired up with wasn’t exactly the friendliest of folks. It also didn’t help that Tommy is your boyfriend; he could be a little biased.

As you arrive at work, you thank him for the ride and kiss him good-bye. The hand he sets on your cheek makes you want to cancel the entire day just to be with him.

“Hey… All you gotta do is try the best you can today. And if it doesn’t go well, there’s always a tomorrow.”

His gentle voice chases your worries away.

“I know, baby. Thank you. Wish me luck?”

“All the luck in the world, sweetheart. Lemme know how it goes?”

“I will,” he pecks you once more before you climb out of his truck.

“Dinner at your place or mine?” he questions rolling the window down.

“Uhm, mine? Is that ok?”

“Fine by me, beautiful. Have a nice day. Love you!”

“Love you too” you chuckle and step back to let him roll the window back up. Tommy waits until you’re safely in the building to drive away.

Despite your best efforts, the day does not go as well as you had hoped.

The driving test was a total dud. Your instructor was a grade-A asshole. Your boss is riding you over some stupid report he managed to lose and accused you of not handing it in. Your insides feel like knives are churning in your walls. The headache you already took a second dose of painkillers after lunch still persists.

You can’t stop watching the clock and it seem that, as it gets closer to clock-out, time seems to go by even slower.

While you wither away at work, Tommy heads to the local drugstore. Standing the middle of the aisle, he stares at the vast variety of pads and tampons with a store basket in hand.

"What the f-" he whispers to himself as his eyes roam around in confusion. "Why does there have to be so many?"

His brows furrow like he's trying to build a spaceship. He picks one up to read the packaging. It might as well be in a foreign language because nothing makes sense to him.

He has no idea what difference between a pantyliner and overnight pad is. He doesn't understand why the tampons come in sizes.

Desperately confused, he whips his phone to dial his brother's number.

"Sam, hey! You got a minute?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"I'm trying to get some lady shit for my girlfriend, but I don't understand any of this stuff."

"Yeah, I've been there before."

"Like how do i know what her size is? Is it like the size of her lady bits?"

"No," Sam chuckles. "It's according to her flow."

"How the fuck do i know that?"

"Just get the medium tampons when in doubt. And I'd suggest taking overnight pads. Some girls don't like sleeping with tampons."

"Alright. What are wings though? Should I get them with or without the wings?"

"They're like parts that open up and stick to the underwear, so it doesn't keep moving around. I always get the ones with wings."

Tommy nods and places the phone to hold with his shoulder as he grabs the products from the shelves and sets them in the basket.

"You should probably take some Pamprin too. Midol doesn't work for every girl."

"What the fuck is that?" he frowns.

"Medicine for cramps, Tommy. And my tip? When you're in her bathroom, take pictures of the brands she uses so you don't forget."

"Fuck, I didn't think of that. I gotta do that. Thanks, man."

With 5 minutes left of the extra hours you had to put in due to the driving test, you gather your things and head to the bathroom for a quick tampon change before starting your journey home on the bus.

You haphazardly wrap your scarf around your neck and hook your jacket on to finally make your long-awaited exit, thankfully the day is done.

The door flies open as you eagerly walk outside, but you freeze in your stride as you see Tommy standing in the parking lot, stood against his truck smoking a cigarette as he waits for you in the blistering cold.

He grins watching your face light up at the surprise.

“How long have you been waiting out here?”

“Not too long,” he lies. He’s freezing his balls off, but he doesn’t want to make you feel bad about it, especially since the intention was to surprise you. “I thought you could use a ride.”

“I most definitely can,” you nod walking towards him as he stomps his cigarette out.

He flashes a dopey smile as he cranes his head to kiss you hello. He tastes like smoke, but you don’t mind it. You’re just happy to see him and to feel his prickly beard on your skin.

“Got a couple things for you,” he smirks down at you.

“Oh? Like what?”

“You gotta get home and see,” he chuckles slyly.

You and Tommy had given each other a copy of your home keys as a special milestone in your relationship. It was a major step for him. His time in prison taught him to appreciate his freedom and personal space more, so allowing you to come and go freely meant he trusts you beyond comprehension.

“Just tell me there’s food. I really don’t wanna cook tonight.”

“There’s food, baby. I promise,” he smirks opening the passenger door to help you climb inside.

After a short straight drive home, you head up to your apartment and gasp as you walk inside.

On the table, you find a beautiful bouquet of flowers set in a pretty vase. That wasn’t there before. On the breakfast bar, you see you a box of pizza along with your favorite chips and chocolates all arranged neatly.

“There’s your favorite Ben & Jerry’s in the freezer too. And,” he pauses to walk over to the kitchen, grabbing a plastic bag off the counter. “I wasn’t sure what products you like better. I don't really understand this stuff but I got you medium tampons, night pads, Pamprin and some fuzzy socks,” he grins proudly. “I just thought they were cute.”

You laugh as you walk over to hug him, tears prickling at your eyes.

“Baby, this is so thoughtful. Thank you so much.”

 “Are you crying?” he asks worriedly.

“Yeah, but to be fair, I’ve cried like three time today already. It’s beyond my control. I’m just so tired and in pain all the time.”

“Aw, baby. I’m sorry. That’s gotta be tough. Is there anything else I can do? I-I can run you a bath? Hot water helps, right?” You nod in agreement.

The bubble bath you soak in melts your pain away. It could just be the medicine working, but the warmth of the water provides the relief you’ve been seeking the whole day.

Looking over at the feminine products on the bathroom sink counter, you smile to yourself wondering how you had managed to get so lucky with Tommy.

He might be a little rough around the edges. He smokes, he curses like a sailor, he’s got a temper, but he also takes care of you so well unlike any of your exes ever have before or at least he tries to.

“How you doing in there, sweetheart?” he smiles, snapping you out of your thoughts as he leans in the doorway already dressed in his warm sweatpants and white t-shirt.

“This feels so fucking good. You have no idea.”

“I don’t mean to rush you, baby. But the pizza’s all heated up. You need to eat too.”

“I know, I’m just so tired to move.”

“Yeah? Do you want me to help?” he asks genuinely worried. “I can dry you off and-and, you know…p-put it in you?”

You follow his hands as he reaches for the open box of tampon and takes one out to study it curiously.

“How the hell do you get this inside though?” he asks frowning confusedly as he lifts the box to read the instructions.

“Where’s the applicator? Wait, was I supposed to buy that too? Does that come separately?”

Despite his eagerness to help, you can tell he’s slightly nervous of the idea of putting a tampon in you. The instruction and the product alone have him so baffled.

Your laughs echo through the bathroom as he blushes and chuckles along shyly.

“I’m just saying, I ain’t scared of a little blood.”

“Thanks, babe. But I got it under control.”

[gyllenhaalstories]

pov: it's your birthday and tommy throws you a surprise party

Jake Gyllenhaal as Tommy Cahill in BROTHERS (2009).

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Masterlist:

Stars Align: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

• Part 7

• Part 8

• Part 9 - Final

The Containment Diaries: Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

• Entry 1

• Entry 2

• Entry 3

• Entry 4

• Entry 5

• Entry 6

• Entry 7

• Entry 8

• Entry 9

• Entry 10

• Entry 11

• Entry 12 - Final

The Witching Hour: Bob Floyd x Reader

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

• Chapter 6

• Chapter 7

• Chapter 8

• Chapter 9

Blessed Be: Bob Floyd x Reader

• Prologue

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

• Chapter 6 - Final

Predator and Prey: Tommy Cahill x Reader:

• Chapter One

• Chapter Two

• Chapter Three

• Chapter Four

• Chapter Five

• Chapter Six

• Chapter Seven

• Chapter Eight

• Chapter Nine - Final

Star Crossed: Detective David Loki x Reader:

• Chapter One

• Chapter Two

• Chapter Three

• Chapter Four

• Chapter Five

• Chapter Six - Final

Drugs, Thugs and Pilot Kelson Hugs: Pilot Kelson x Reader:

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5 - Final

[beasanfi1997]

When i was 14, i watched Once Upon a Time the show that i hate and i Just only watched two First seasons. Then i see that Bailee Madison, the actress that She play young Snow White, played in Brothers with Natalie Portman. In the dinner scene during the birthday of her sister where Isabel lies at her father Sam Cahill that her mother Grace and her uncle Tommy slept, i Imagine that Little whore told me that Darth Vader and Ahsoka Tano slept during the original Trilogy of Star Wars.

So Imagine that Padme Amidala will be Angry becoming a Black Swan and killing Cora the stepgrandmother of Snow White that She teach her about sodomite Just like the scene from Brothers where Sam destroy kitchen very angry

It was the fault of that swines of Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis the directors of Lost and Once Upon a Time that they made a obscene and disgusting thing that they did in this show and spoiling the childhood of our grandparents

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Can we please get Tommy meeting teacher!reader at parent-teacher night and flirting with her?

Sure thing :)

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“Miss Y/L/N?” Y/N looked up from her notebook and smiled at her student.

“Hey, Izzy, you here for your meeting?”

“Mum couldn’t make it,” Isabelle told her. “And Dad’s still ill so Uncle Tommy’s here instead,” Y/N nodded, standing up and offering a hand to the man stood with Isabelle.

“Right, well as long as it’s okay with your parent’s then that’s fine,” Y/N assured the girl. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, Izzy’s teacher,” she introduced herself as Tommy took her hand.

“Tommy Cahill, I’m Isabelle’s uncle,” he responded, taking a seat opposite Y/N’s table, Isabelle doing the same. “Isabelle never said her teacher was so beautiful.”

“Well that probably would be a little strange if she did say that, yes,” Y/N mused, looking down at her notebook and flicking to the page for Isabelle.

The girl giggled and Y/N looked up to see Tommy’s cheeks a little flushed but a smile on his face nonetheless.

“Sorry - it’s lovely to meet the uncle that Izzy doesn’t stop talking about,” Y/N told him and Tommy nodded.

“You too - Isabelle does always speak so highly of you.” Tommy raised his eyebrows at his niece. “Though she never goes by Izzy at home,” he added and Isabelle shrugged, not supplying any information.

“Well.... she’s doing fantastically in school,” Y/N started, leaning down to get some tests out of her folder.

Tommy nodded along, his face steadily getting more and more proud as Y/N continued to talk about Isabelle’s test scores.

“Basically, she’s a wonderful student to teach - the one thing would be I’d love to hear you talk more in class,” Y/N said, smiling gently at the shy girl. “You always have such brilliant contributions to make and I love hearing from you. I get that you’re shy but... think you can try?” Y/N asked and Isabelle nodded.

“I’ll try,” she agreed shyly.

“Wonderful. Thanks, Izzy. That’s pretty much everything, though,” she sighed, standing up. Tommy and Isabelle did the same, Tommy taking Y/N’s outstretched hand. “By the way, I think it’s amazing what you’re doing for Grace and Sam, stepping in to look after the girls,” Y/N confided and Tommy chuckled, his free hand going to rest on Isabelle’s shoulder affectionately.

“Thanks - they’re great kids, though,” Y/N nodded. “Think I could take you out for coffee sometime, though?”

[early2000smovieimagines]

Tommy Cahill having a crush on you would include~

(Not my gif)(My first post on this blog wooh!)

- When Tommy has a crush on someone it’s obvious ...even if he doesn’t think it is. When he falls he falls hard and fast and you’ll probably fall for him just the same.

- He’s not a totally out there kind of guy and prefers to get to know you before he asks you out. Since he’s a charming guy you’ll undoubtedly become friends quickly.

- He has a thing for people who are on the domestic side. People who seem to promise a normal happy life, one where he can forget about his past and be the person he wants to be.

- You’ll sometimes catch him watching you when you turn to look at him after you were distracted by something. He’ll just smile and shake his head when you ask him why he’s staring.

- He’s your go to guy for anything. Housework, car problems, need someone to talk to, he’s there. He takes great pride in the fact that you call him rather than someone else.

- Platonic dates, he can’t help but smile whenever you’re mistaken for a couple.

- He likes inviting you out to the bar with him but if a guy flirts with you his mood is instantly soured. He’ll usually drink a little too much whenever this happens and you end up letting him crash at your place.

-His heart skips a beat as he watches you make a bed for him on the couch and he’ll blurt out a ‘god I love you’ before he can stop himself. You brush off the comment because he’s drunk and you just figure it’s meant in a platonic way.

- He’s reluctant to let you know about his family life and past because he doesn’t want to scare you away. Eventually you find out about everything and reassure him you aren’t going anywhere which makes him fall for you even more.

- It doesn’t take him too long to finally ask you out but it does take him some time. When he does ask you out it’s more or less just him slowly leaning in and kissing you before he confesses his feelings.

[jakegyllenhaalsupportgroup]

Blurb where the whole squad is hanging out studying and doing homework and someone (whoever has the least amount of work) asks why everyone's having a midlife crisis at 19

Sure

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“Literally what the fuck are we doing?” Donnie finally burst out, throwing his book across the table. It slid across the wood to push on the pages of David’s notebook which was open in front of the medic.

David slowly raised his head, an unimpressed expression on his face as he stared at the first year.

“Do you mind?” He asked and Donnie rolled his eyes.

“You’re meant to be the nice one,” Donnie huffed and David shoved Donnie’s text off of his books, ducking back down to study.

“Talk to me exam season next year and we’ll see how nice you are,” David muttered darkly, his pen going back to it’s position in his mouth as he focused back on his notes.

“Wait a second, why’s David the nice one?” Jake called from the living room, where he and Jack were sprawled on the floor revising Philosophy, with the Engineers on the sofas around them each absorbed with their own revision.

“Babe, have you met David?” Y/N countered from where she was stood in the kitchen, mixing bowl in hand, answering questions thrown out to her by Loki as he sat on the counter helping her revise.

“As flattered as I am I’d really appreciate you all shutting up,” David announced.

It wasn’t often that David lost his cool or spoke in a tone that was anything other than gentle so his annoyed outburst came as a slight shock to the rest of the group of friends.

“Doesn’t sound very nice to me,” Quentin mused.

“Donnie, pick up your book and revise,” Edward chided gently and Donnie flipped him off but lent across the kitchen table to pick it back up nonetheless.

“How do you think Davis’ exam’s going?” Jeff asked, looking up from his history flashcards towards Anthony who was seated at the breakfast bar, a play held loosely in his hands.

Anthony shrugged in a way that would have come across nonchalant to any other group of people but as close as the group of friends were, they could all see right through him.

“Billy’ll make sure he’s okay,” he responded almost carelessly but everyone could hear the underlying concern in his face.

It wasn’t a secret that Davis had been visited by Norbert again. 

Norbert being the name given to his depression by him and his friends as a way to normalise it and make it something that he wasn’t scared of. It also allowed the group to refer to it in public without everyone knowing about what was going on in Davis’ head.

“He’ll be fine,” Jerry spoke up from the living room. “He’s prepared for it, trust me,” he added when the men in the same room as him paused to look at him in confusion.

“Guys, we’re literally not even real adults yet,” Donnie whined. 

“Speak for yourself,” Morf mused as he tested Louis’ knowledge.

“I personally view myself as being a fully functioning, mature, active adult,” Louis added.

“No, Lou, you’re the fucking opposite of functioning,” Tommy inputted, shooting the first year a look. 

“What’s your point, Don?” Jamie sighed, sharing a look with David, the two medics clearly beyond exhausted.

“We shouldn’t be this stressed about school,” Donnie huffed, leaning back on his chair.

“A nice and unrealistic sentiment, thanks Donnie,” Jack responded from the living room.

“Speak for yourself, anyway. I’m not stressed about school, I've got to get a job after this year,” Jerry added.

“I mean, Rob hasn’t even left the art department this week,” Donnie muttered.

“Is that what this is really about?” Colton piped up. “You miss your boyfriend?”

“You guys are all so fucking annoying.”

[shadyfacewolf]

Cuarto día consecutivo donde subo más dibujos:

Jorge,el curioso (c) Imagine Entertainment,WGBH,Universal Animation Studios

Miniman (caricatura española del 2001) (c) Cromosoma

Celina Rarezas de La pandilla precoz (c) Fué creada por Bob Doucette y desarollada por Timothy Cahill y Julie MacNelly y Michael Maler, producida por Warner Bros. Animation

Little People (c) Fisher Price y Mattel

Wilhelmina "Will" Vandom de W.I,T.C.H.(c) Walt Disney Television Animation

Los Snorkels (c) Nic Broca, Hanna-Barbera y SEPP International

Robotboy salvando á Tommy Turnbull (c) Jan Van Rijsselberge,Cartoon Network,Alphanim y France 3.

Fifi de Fifi y los Floriguitos (c) Nick Jr,Dreamworks Classics,Cosgrove Hall Films

Nazz (Ed,Edd y Eddy) con buzo deportivo (c) Danny Antonucci,AKA Cartoon,Cartoon Network

Y cerramos con Pinoko del animé shonen Blackjack (c) Osamu Tezuka,Tezuka Productions,Yomiuri TV

[charliehoennam]

love in disguise.

a/n: request (and lil moodboard!!!!) made by @harmonity-vibes. isn't she the fucking cutest?!

summary: after being swindled into a one-night-stand with his best friend, he learns the truth and the consequences that one night had.

pairing: tommy cahill x f!reader

warnings: language, a lil smut if you squint hard, angst, noncon activities, sleeping with someone under false identity, mentions of pregnancy, lying.

SHARING IS CARING, REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT

Walking through the grassy field, you took a deep breath to try and ease the churn of your stomach. You knew this was so wrong in so many ways and you couldn’t let this happen to Tommy.

Lisa was always known for being one of the prettiest and most popular girls since as long as you could remember. 

Her perfect smile and bright eyes had boys drooling over her. Her poised and polished attitude had their parents swooning and eager to set their sons up with her. Her high grades filled teachers up with pride and joy every single test.

Despite having similar physical traits and even being mistaken for her sometimes, you felt you could never amount to her – especially when you noticed how deflated or uninterested people instantly became realizing you weren’t her.

She couldn’t fool you though. After years of growing up alongside her, you knew she was anything but the sweet and perfect little role model she led people to believe. 

You knew just how vindictive and manipulative she could be to anyone who wronged her or simply to get whatever she wanted. That was how she managed to snag Tommy Cahill, known for sweet-talking his way out of any trouble he got caught in.

Tommy was much different than his older brother. Sam was an overachiever. He had the smarts, discipline and charm that had every father hoped his daughter would marry.

When he enlisted in the military after high school, it seemed like town’s respect for him simply skyrocketed, leaving Tommy behind in his shadow.

Although Sam was the charming and intelligent brother, Tommy was the exciting bad boy that had girls daydreaming. His dopey smile and big blue eyes had turned you into one of those girls.

When Lisa introduced him to you as her boyfriend, your heart sank. You didn’t really think you had much of a shot with him, but you couldn’t help wonder what he saw in her or if he knew that the sweet hand-written letters and notes she would sneak into his locker were actually written by you under her persuasive command.

You ended up befriending your high-school crush instead and remained just as that ever since then.

 When you realized how much he genuinely loved her, you accepted that he would never see you more than a friend.

It may not have been exactly what you wanted, but you settled for being his friend because he was just great at it. He loved making people laugh and you could trust him with things that you couldn’t even think about sharing with Lisa.

The love you had for him was exactly what made you feel so awful when you learned how unfaithful Lisa’s been to Tommy years after. Not just by lying to him and pretending to be someone she wasn’t whenever he was around, but her betrayal has become physical and you couldn’t stand for it.

That was the real reason you agreed to go to the town’s birthday bash. The theme, that year, was masquerade and inspired by Mardi Gras. Almost everyone looked to the town’s birthday bash because it consisted of great good, cheap drinks and lots of music and fun.

Tommy had been looking forward to the event and kept asking Lisa to go over and over again, but she’d always tell him that she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it because of work.

The truth was that she had planned a romantic getaway with her lover to spend some quality time together after their conflicting schedules finally lined up. Because of that, Lisa had the bright idea of you meeting up with Tommy in her place. She figured you looked a lot like each other and he’d be too drunk to notice the difference.

You refused and told her that it was wrong. It wasn’t like you were twins playfully taking each other’s place in high school. This was her boyfriend, who would most likely be physically affectionate with someone that he didn’t consent to.

Used to getting what she always wanted, she then threatened to spread your intimate selfies she had stolen from your phone. Although you couldn’t believe it, you knew her too well to know what she was capable of to get what she wants.

Her threat had your blood boiling with rage. You decided she’d gone too long getting her way all the time.

“Enough is enough,” you told yourself.

Tommy was a good guy and he deserved to know the truth. Everyone deserved to know the truth about who she really is, and you were done lying on her behalf.

You repeated that in your mind as you marched your way to the music stage.

Though your intimate photos could certainly ruin your reputation living in a town as small as yours, you accepted the possible consequences as along as the truth could come out.  You could always move and settle down elsewhere if it came to it.

The fair was already crowded by the time you arrived. People in festive, colorful and bejeweled masks roamed around the tents set up with games, food and speakers to fill the air with local music.

You frowned to yourself as people you barely or never spoke to waved at you or lifted their drinks towards you as you passed. Clearly, they must have mistaken you for Lisa.

First, Mrs. Mulberry. She always never remembers your name and only greets you when you’re out with one of your parents.

Secondly, there was Nate. He never really talked to you, unless it was to get one of your friends’ number.

Then there was Mr. Dawson. He always mistook you for Lisa when he saw you around town and facepalmed himself when you corrected him.

You knew, in the back of your mind, that this was not real. They weren’t greeting you; they were greeting Lisa. But for once, just once, it felt so good to walk in her shoes. To be loved, seen and smiled to by everyone that walked past you.

Weaving through the crowd that engulfed the largest park in town, you saw his familiar silhouette from afar. He stood watching a band playing off to the side of the closed road, beer in his large hand. His head bounced along to the music as his foot tapped along to the bass.

As you walked towards him, your hand reached up about to remove the black and silver mask Lisa demanded you wear and you watched him turning towards you.

Feeling your presence, he turned and your insides melted from the bright grin he flashed towards you, stilling your hand and letting the mask remain in place.

In that moment, you felt the blood rush in your veins, traveling in time to the shy high-school you again – only this time you were his.

Like a deer in headlights, you drifted over the grass fully expecting him to recognize you. The grassy ground beneath you felt like clouds grazing over plains with steady ease.

“You made it!” he chuckled raising his hands to your cheeks, pulling you into a heart-stopping kiss. “I was starting to think you were gonna stand me up.”

It couldn’t have last longer than a couple seconds, but you were almost certain the world had completely stopped on its axis and sent you into the neverending black abyss of floating cold.

The lack of gravity that grounded you seeped into your mind with the wordless spell he suddenly had you under. Bewitched by his kiss, all self-control had successfully been drained.

“I-”you started to speak, but he cut you off.

“Come check out this band! They’re actually from Louisiana!”

 His bright blue eyes gleamed with an excitement that may have been heightened by the alcohol he was drinking.

Every word you were about to speak would be cut off by a remark on the band’s talent or a question about the fair, leaving you to burn up in the mesosphere between morality and desire with every kiss he surprised you with.

Although you knew it wasn’t right, you gave in to the lie and decided to rain ash over the land of repressed dreams and desires you had forced yourself to shield over the years with heavy clouds of selflessness for a single night.

Diving into the night head first, you went along with the lie throughout the night and washed its bitter taste in your throat with drinks. You didn’t think it would’ve gotten as far as him taking you back to his apartment.

Tommy was just as drunk as you were and unable keep his hands or his lips off you.

The alcohol in your bloodstream numbed you from reality and welcomed you warmly into an ocean of pleasure you’d longed for like a drought riddled desert welcomes an endless rain.

Cocooned in his warm touches and hungry kisses, you made your home there for a couple of hours. The thought of having him inside you, filling you up with a delicious stretch, had your panties drenched.

You had always wanted him to yourself and – believing the vigorous use of your birth control which you made sure to never forget – you made the decision to be a little selfish and indulge in a one-night stand.

You insisted that you both kept your masks on to add to the fun you shared in his bed and Tommy happily went along with it.

Looking over the drunken slumber that he quickly slipped into, you sat on the edge of his bed and admired his features that seemed so gentle and soft at the moment. You ached to reach out and caress every single one of them, to show how appreciated they deserved to be.

But you stopped yourself with your hand in midair.

The silence of his bedroom was so loud as guilt and disgust with yourself trickled in your mind through slow sobriety.

With tears quickly building in your vision, you quietly gathered your clothes from his bedroom floor and sneaked out of his room to dress quickly in the living room.

Shoes in hands, your feet pattered against the cold sidewalk as you paced through dark streets as if you could run from your guilt.

Despite that one-night stand with Tommy, you later found out that it had been in vain. Lisa’s affair was brought to his attention when a neighbor had mentioned seeing her with someone she had introduced as his cousin Adam at a diner on the outskirts of town. Only he didn’t have a cousin named Adam.  

Tommy went into a downward spiral after that. Drinking and substance abuse had become his escape and way of coping with the pain as he felt it was the only thing that could numb him enough to go about his day.

Watching him go down that path wasn’t easy. Watching the strip on your pregnancy test turn blue was even harder. Although you tried to help him however you could, you knew you couldn’t tell him the truth about that night out of fear that it could be the last drop to push him over the edge into consequences no one could bring him back from.

When you heard about him going off to jail for armed robbery, you were surprised and couldn’t believe he would really do such a thing.

Tommy was always so kind-hearted; you refused to believe it until you watched him confess to the crime remorsefully in court. The way he couldn’t even look at the poor victim just proved that it was true.

Despite it all, Tommy was still your friend and you decided to not give up on him like other people, including his own dad, had.

Over the constant e-mails and letters you wrote back and forth, he shared how prison had been actually helping him sober up; that the classes he’d been taking helped him become more aware and clear-minded. You were happy for him and anxious to see him, so you decided to pay him a visit.

What Tommy hadn’t expected was to see you with a large swollen belly. Needless to say, he was shocked but overall happy for you as he bombarded you with questions about how far along you were, what was the gender of the baby, why you hadn’t shared the amazing news with him before.

As your friend, he was just genuinely thrilled because he knew you’d make a great mother. Aside from that, Tommy always knew he wanted to have kids and he had a way with them since as long as you could remember.

You knew he deserved to know the truth. You tried to tell him many times; the crumpled drafts of letters you decided not to send him were proof of your attempt to be honest.

But the words just weighed like rocks in the back of your throat, dropping to your stomach to infect you with their burden and ripple out with waves of sickness.

He was doing so well, getting cleaned and focusing on his future, making plans to be better.

Struck by the familiar fear of ruining his life even more, you opted to stay silent and to lie about the baby’s father, telling him and everyone else that asked that the man was just someone you’d met at a bar.

It’s been a few years since that night and all you have to remember it by is your memory… and your now 4-year-old so, Charlie.

When you heard he was finally out of jail and clean, you strongly believed it was the right time to tell him the truth. You owed him that much.

You hung a bit after he was free, occasionally meeting up for a coffee either at a coffee shop or at your place.

When you were finally ready to come clean, he told you about Sam’s disappearance that had been ruled a death which quickly changed your mind again.

You didn’t see much of him after that since he had decided to concentrate on his family. You remembered how he talked about Grace; about how pretty and what a great mother she is; how amazing she is for letting him reconnect with his nieces.

Once again, you felt the invisibility swallowing you back into its depths. He would never look at you as anything more than just a friend.

Although it hurt to accept, you figured it was the push you need to tell him. Until Sam came home.

His family really went through with Sam after he didn’t come home the same Sam that everyone knew and loved.

Out of respect for them, you decided to distance yourself again from Tommy. Everything you learned about him and his family, like Sam’s mental breakdown or his admittance in a mental institution for war veterans or his return home, was from rumors and word of mouth that spread through the town.

It’s a sunny fall morning and orange, brown and yellows leave are sprinkled over your mother’s lawn as you rake them up into piles over the front yard while Charlie draws on the driveway with his colorful chalk.

“Mommy, I maded me and you! Come see!” Charlie shouts excitedly as his little legs race over to tug on your shirt.

“Alright, I’m going” you chuckle holding the rake in one hand and his little hand in the other.

Your compliment on his drawing earns you a bright smile from him as you bend at the hip to kiss his head until the sound of crunching leaves catch your attention.

“Uncle Tommy!” Charlie cheers quickly dropping his chalk as he races towards Tommy.

“There’s my favorite little man!” Tommy quickly sets the decorated gift bag down on the driveway to lift Charlie up and give him a proper hug. “I hear you’re kicking butt in karate. You gonna teach me a couple moves, huh?”

“Uh huh! I learn how to pushkit!”  Charlies responds proud of himself.

“What’s pushkit?” Tommy frowns confused.

“He means push kick. You push and kick at the same time” you smile intervening. “It’s how he’s opening doors now.”

“That sounds useful,” Tommy chuckles setting Charlie back on the ground to pick his gift bag up and steps closer to you. “How you doing, sweetheart?”

“Pretty good” you nod. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.

“Yeah, that’s on me… Just been going through some family drama. ‘m sure you’ve heard about it already. Word travels fast here.”

“It does, yeah. You uh wanna come inside?”

“I’d love that” he nods with a smile.

After telling your son to come inside to wash up for lunch time, you lead the boys into the house.

“Your mom around? I brought you guys a gift too.”

“No, she’s at some pottery club with her friends today.”

“Mommy, can I has my pwesent?” Charlie asks tugging on your hand, big blue eyes shining up at you.

“Yeah, baby. Of course. I’ll let uncle Tommy give it to ya, while I make us chicken nuggets.”

“Oh, sweet. Can I stay for lunch too?” Tommy grins setting the bag on the kitchen counter to pull out Charlie’s gift.

You nod at him with a smile and remind him he’s always welcome in your house.

Leading Charlie into the living room to open his gift, you notice the size of the wrapped present that already has his eyes wide with excitement.

Watching from the kitchen as you prepare lunch, you smile listening to Charlie’s endless thank you’s as he unwraps and finds his brand-new doctor playset kit.

“I remember you said you wanna be a doctor, right?” Tommy smirks widely at the boy. “Lemme open it for you.”

Tommy is more than patient as he untwists the plastic ties that keep all the fake equipment in place.

“Can I be your first patient?” he asks playing along with the young child’s imagination. “I think I got a problem with my shoulder. It’s been hurting a lot and I really need to get it checked out by a doctor.”

“Ok,” Charlie smiles taking the placing stethoscope from the box to put it on. He holds the end part of it to Tommy’s back and asks him to breathe, remembering what the doctor does to him every time he goes there.

“Now I has to check your eyes and-and your mouth too.”

“And the ears too right?”

“Yeah, the ears too!” Charlie nods.

Tommy smirks as he glances at you from where he’s sat in the living room floor, letting Charlie use the fake stethoscope to listen to his back.

The whole scene takes you away for a moment and makes you feel like you’re really just watching a father and his son spending quality time together. It also makes you feel even worse for having kept this secret from him for so long.

“Ok, you got just a boo-boo here” Charlie emphasizes pointing to Tommy’s shoulder. “So you need is a mommy kiss because a mommy kiss make all the boo-boos go away.”

“Do I need a prescription for that?”

“Yeah!”

Charlie looks around for anything he can write down on and takes the notepad from beside the residential phone to scribble down “mami kizz” on a sheet of paper before tearing it from the spine to hand the note to Tommy.

“You can ask my mommy cause hers is the bestest,” Charlie replies squatting down to take the plastic needle from the box.

“Will do, doc” tommy smirks as he stands up. “Thank you.”

Lost in his own little word, Charlies takes all his favorite stuffed animals and action figures and lines them up on the couch while Tommy walks over to the kitchen.

“Got a prescription for a kiss, sweetheart. Doctor’s orders” he smiles sly at you.

You shake your head, not sure if he’s serious so you blow it off with a smile and thank him for the present.  

“I got something for you too, you know,” he says digging into the paper bag.

You modestly refuse, telling him that he didn’t need to get you anything; that you’re just simply happy to see him. He won’t take no for an answer, so you give in and take the rectangular box from his hand.

You tug at the red ribbon to untie it and open the box to find a beautiful and delicate, simple necklace that you just know cost Tommy a lot of money.

“Tommy, this is too much. I-I can’t accept this” you say shaking your head as you look up at him in shock.

“No, don’t worry. I want you to have it, for all your help when I was in jail, for visiting me and all… I really appreciate that you didn’t forget about me and I wanted to get you something nice.”

“It’s nice, it’s really nice. But I can’t…”

“Why not?” he chuckles frowning at you. “My money ain’t good here?”

“No, that’s not it,” you start.

The words that form in your head start to weigh like stones in your throat. You try to swallow them down, but it’s time Tommy learned the truth. You just hope that he can take it.

As you begin to tell him the truth about that night, his face contorts with confusion and anger. You apologize over and over again, although it’s not nearly enough to make up for it, trying to explain how you felt you had no choice.

He shakes his head and takes a step back away from you like he doesn’t want to believe you would ever be capable of lying and betraying him.

“Nah, I don’t fucking believe that,” he frowns shaking his head. “How the fuck could you do that? I fucking trusted you and, all this time, you were fucking lying to me too?! All these fucking years?!”

His raised voice catches Charlie’s attention and has the young boy frozen in the middle of the living room.

As Tommy takes a deep breath to control himself, you both glance over at the young boy. While you make your way towards Charlie, Tommy takes in his physical features. He realizes the similarities and chuckles to himself, not out of amusement but out of disbelief.

You quickly rush to the living room and tell your son to go upstairs to play in your shared room. The big blue teary eyes that stare up at you in fear fill you regret for letting yourself get caught up in your own feelings that night.

Despite that fact that you love Charlie more than anything and would never regret having him, you do regret that you hid this secret from Tommy for so long. But you know how explosive he can be and you can’t let Charlie see that.

Charlie, as sweet and obedient as he always is, hesitates as he notices Tommy pacing back and forth in the kitchen to keep his calm.

He’s afraid and tells you he doesn’t want to leave his mommy, but you insist and tell him everything’s alright, asking him to check up on the other stuffed animals he’s got upstairs now that he’s a doctor.  

Tommy sighs as he runs a hand over his face. As angry as he may be, the last thing he wants is for a child to see him as monster, let alone a child he’s really close to and could possibly be his.

“Everything’s ok, Charlie. Uncle Tommy just got a little mad, but everything’s ok,” Tommy says chiming in to reassure Charlie with a raised hand and a forced smile that you can see right through, but it’s enough to convince your son to go upstairs.

Walking to the stairs, he looks up the steps to make sure Charlie is out of the hearing radius before marching over to you.

“Is he mine?”

You go silent staring up at him, too afraid to tell him the truth.

The guilt bubbles inside you, weighing heavily in your chest. There’s nothing you can say to fix this.

Tears stream from your eyes. You keep swiping them away, but they don’t stop coming. You know nothing will be the same again between you and your best friend.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I’m not fucking stupid. Is he mine?”

“Yes…” you whisper.

“Jesus,” he scoffs running over his large hand over the buzzcut he’s been sporting since he’s been out of jail. “I-I can’t even fucking look at you right now.”

“Tommy, I’m s-“ You can’t even finish your apology.

He’s already storming out and slamming the door behind him as you stand in the kitchen crying silently to yourself.

You feel worse about it with each passing day, staring at his contact on your phone, debating if you should try to reach out.

Tommy used to call you at least once a day, just to check up and make sure you and your family are doing ok. But, now? You can’t even get him to reply to your texts.

It’s been a couple months since your fallout and Tommy hasn’t been able to get your last encounter off his mind.

Watching his nieces play in their backyard makes him think about Charlie and how much he misses him. Even though he’s not sure he can forgive you so soon, he hates that Charlie has to suffer from it. He’s just a kid, his kid now. He’s not to blame.

Tommy didn’t realize how badly he always wanted to be a father until his nieces came into his life. Until he was locked in a cage, counting every second of his life that was going to waste.

Talking to Sam helped him put things into perspective and made it clear to him that he had a decision to make.

In the last of the ignored texts, you told him you could raise Charlie on your own as you have for the past few years. Being a father is a decision Tommy has to make on his own and whatever he decided, you would respect wholeheartedly.

He never replied, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about it feeling caught in between the violation and betrayal of his trust and his urge to be a father. It’s what he’s always wanted; to be a father that he wishes his could be, but he would’ve never thought that it would have to be like this.

As the dying leaves crunch under the weight of his heavy boots, he makes his way towards your house and knocks on the front door.

Setting plates and silverware on the table for dinner, your mom waves a hand at you and claims she’ll answer it assuming it must be one of the neighbors.

“Tommy! What a surprise.” she says greeting him with a smile.

“H-hi, ma’m. Sorry to drop in like this, I was hoping I could talk t-“

“I got it, ma. It’s alright.”

You walk toward the door, swapping places with your mom as she finishes setting the table.

You invite him to come in, but he shakes his head avoiding your eyes, so you step up out and close the door behind you.

Hugging the knit cardigan your mom made for you closer around your body, your arms fold across your chest. An awkward silence lingers in the chilly air. You feel like you’ve already said so much that already hurt him badly, so what else could you really say at this point?

“How’s Charlie doing? H-He ok?”

“Y-yeah, yeah. He’s ok,” you reply in a soft tone, hoping to avoid any more arguments. “Kinda misses you though. Asks about you from time to time.”

Tommy doesn’t say anything to that. He’s not really sure what to say. But the fact that he can barely even look at you fills you with hopelessness, so you try to brace yourself for the permanent goodbye he’s about to give you.

“I don’t know how long it’s gonna take me to get over what you told me… But I do know that I wanna be there for Charlie. I want him to grow up knowing that he’s got a dad who loves him no matter what.”

Surprised by his decision, you wonder if it has anything to do with his own father. If it could be Tommy simply wanting to be the father he wishes he had, or if it could be influenced by his desire to prove to his dad that he’s not a complete fuck-up.

“Yeah. Of course,” you nod quickly. “T-that’s absolutely fine by me. I think that would be good… You don’t have to worry about money though. I mean, you can help with whatever you can, but I don’t wanna make this about money. I just want you to do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I’m gonna help out with money obviously, but I wanna spend time with him… Take him out to the park, play ball and that sorta thing.”

“He would love that” you smile thinking about Charlie’s excitement.

“This is just for him though.”

You quickly drop your smile and nod as you look down at your feet, biting the corner of your mouth as you wonder if Tommy will ever be able to forgive you.

“Y-yeah… I get that. For Charlie.”

[gyllenhaalstories]

TOMMY CAHILL DRABBLE

trope: childhood friends to lovers

warnings: drinking, smoking, prison. no smut. 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 1000

photo credit: iheartjake / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: thank you to @sizzlingcloudmentality for the spin the wheel activity and for encouraging me to post my results as actual little drabbles. 🥰 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

I was going to write this prompt whether the wheel wanted me to or not. Any version of friends to lovers screams Tommy to me. Years of secret pining, years of insatiable yearning, years of secret feelings. Years of listening to the same U2 song while thinking of each other!!! The song Tommy introduced you to, the song that might have started it all! You were both waiting to be picked up by your parents after school, Tommy was kicking rocks as far as he could and you were watching him while swaying your lunchbox around. Your respective fathers drove into the parking lot around the same time, windows rolled down, the same radio frequency playing the same song. "My dad likes this song a lot" little Tommy said. "My dad likes it too!" you answered before running to your parent's car as Tommy did the same.

You would start to hang out at recess. Tommy was full of energy, he had the best ideas for games. You liked hanging out with him so much. You liked to invite him for a snack after school when your parents let you. He felt more like home with you than with his own family. He had always lived in the shadows of his brother, Sam, except with you. He always wore a beanie on his head even when it was warm. He liked to eat popsicles all year long. He liked sour candies to the point he burnt his tongue with the citric acide. He brought his small collection of Hot Wheels cars to play with you on rainy days at school. You were the only person he invited for his birthday party year after year.

Year after year, Tommy and you were inseparable. Two peas in a pod that, as time passed, got into trouble all of your parents would disapprove of. Your family blamed Tommy for his bad influence, his family blamed him too. You were teenagers, you found new ways to hang out. You would go to the park in the evenings to share a conversation sitting on the swings. You would stay in the school yard to do homework, copying off each other to make up for your weaknesses. You would listen to him while he talked about his father, about his brother. He would listen to you too. You would share his walkman, alternating between who got the headphones to listen to songs you both enjoyed. It became more and more difficult to find time to hang out, you both tried. You tried so hard but it felt as though everything was pulling you apart.

Until you, inevitably, drifted. You focused on your life while Tommy struggled with his. He was getting into fights at school, he started smoking and drinking, he hung out with the wrong crowd. He was a fun and charming guy, everyone loved him. Everyone but his family apparently. It came to a point where you barely saw him at all, he got suspended from school and your parents disapproved of you talking to him even on the phone to catch up on shows you both watched on television or movies you were excited to see at the theatre. Until one day, Tommy disappeared from your life about as suddenly as he entered it. You continued with your projects and he continued with his bad ideas that eventually led him to jail.

When you found out about it, you visited him. It was only for about half an hour every month, but you visited him and it felt as though things had never changed between the two of you. You brought your new CD player, the security guards allowed you to let Tommy listen to a recent U2 album you knew he would love. You had pictures developed of your small adventures, of your apartment, of the snowmen you built after a storm. You visited him around Valentine's Day, the last Valentine's Day he spent in prison, and he had bribed a guard so they would buy you a rose at the florist in town. He gave you the rose in the visitor's room and it felt like the most romantic gesture in the world. You almost never missed a visit, if you did he would know about it in advance so he would not get sad. You were the highlight of the several months he spent in jail, the years he spent there until his sentence ended.

Things were not always easy. Tommy had a temper, he had a past with actions you did not always approve of. You had to fight with your family, with the Cahills too so they gave him time to start over. You faced every obstacle life threw his way. When the news broke that his brother was dead, Tommy and you went back to your elementary school. To hang out, to try and remember what it was like to be a kid when your biggest worry was to get as many candies as possible while trick or treating. You watched him as he kicked a rock across the parking lot. You handed him the other earbud connected to your MP3, it played this same song you both loved. Through the years, you guys had held hands and kissed. Silly hand holding all sticky and grimy from a crafts projects at school, silly pecks on the lips after eating cupcakes with too much frosting. Holding hands in high school when you needed support after receiving a disappointing grade. Kissing and laughing about how it was gross to do it with a friend after going for a swing at the park.

You had done all of that. But when he held your hand and when he kissed you that night, things changed for the better. It felt as though this kiss spoke for all of the years spent with or without each other, when you were so painfully in love that everyone around the two of you knew it except you.

[gyllenhaalstories]

DON'T LET THE GRINCH STEAL CHRISTMAS — TOMMY CAHILL 🎄

summary: not even a christmas miracle can save a familly dinner with the cahills from turning into a debacle.

warnings: i'm quoting a scene from the movie but i'm taking creative liberties, food & eating, curse words, family feud, smut (quickie, semi public sex, pussy eating & fingering). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2440

photo credits: me (@/gyllenhaalstories) / divider credits: @/saradika & @/saradika-graphics

notes: ending a second year with a tommy fic just felt right. ❤️💚 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"This food is great, Elsie. Thank you." Tommy broke the awkward silence that loomed over the dinner table. Despite the smaller plate full of discarded peas in front of him, he still enjoyed the homemade dinner offered to him.

You opened your mouth to thank the older woman, too, for being such a lovely host but you were cut off by a wave of arrogance and bitterness that washed over your side of the table.

"Compared to what?" Hank Cahill huffed mockingly.

You helped Tommy's youngest niece and silently prayed that this would not degenerate for the sake of the kids. But of course it would. It was not a proper dinner at the Cahills if it did not end up in a screaming match. "Let it go." You leaned closer to your boyfriend to whisper those words, but your attempt at calming him down was, rightfully, vain.

Tommy dropped his fork on his plate and threw his hands up, shrugging. "Other food." He sounded defeated, knowing he already lost the fight that had barely started.

"Prison food?" His father retorted.

Tommy was a ticking time bomb around his family. Again, rightfully so. Hank just loved to handle his oldest son like a grenade, throwing him in a ditch once he started the explosion so he would not have to take the blame for the collateral damage. Tommy slammed his closed fist on the table.

"Tommy!" Sam called out his name, so quick to protect his father.

And, just as quickly, Tommy shut up. He reached his arm in front of you so he could reach to the other side, trying to reassure Maggie.

You could feel that he was fuming and he tried to hold it in so things would settle down. Instead, Hank mumbled into his plate and ate a spoonful of green peas.

Unable to handle the tension, Tommy promptly sprang to his feet and walked away to hide in the bathroom.

Nobody ever stood up for Tommy. Elsie would excuse herself to the kitchen. Grace would focus on her daughters. Sam would watch with his mind lost elsewhere and, mostly, without a care for the way his father treated his brother. Nobody truly ever ever stood up for Tommy except you. If Hank took a certain malevolent delight in being mean to his son, you took just as much pleasure in calling him out for it.

You stood up just as promptly as Tommy did and threw your napkin on the table. "With all due respect, mister Cahill..."

That sentence always succeeded in putting an angry smirk on the elderly man's face. He knew you had little to no respect for him, which was exactly what he deserved.

You looked at Maggie and Isabelle, bringing your hands to your ears so they would imitate you. They giggled as they pretended to hum a little sing-song to cover up the sound of your potty mouth. "You have no room to talk as the poor excuse of a father that you are." You took advantage of the fact Tommy was out of the room to lay the truth before his father. He would not allow it otherwise. "Tommy appreciates the hard work your wife did to prepare us a lovely Christmas dinner more than you ever could. He sure as hell didn't learn thankfulness from you and you should be glad he didn't learn how to be an asshole like you 'cause that's all you know how to teach."

Isabelle and Maggie uncovered their ears and resumed to eating and talking to each other. It broke your heart a to witness just how used they had gotten to this dysfunctional family.

You pushed your chair behind you and walked around the table. You stood by the head of it and, on the other side, there was Sam standing up and looking at you with a hint of disdain, but mostly surprise. Even he could not stand up to Hank in such a way. All the bravery and courage and praise about how he was so strong for serving his country so proudly turned into dust when it came to facing a bad guy such as his father. You held his gaze for a few seconds before you huffed, in the same manner as Hank did earlier. "So much for being a hero." You looked at both Sam and Hank one last time before you made a beeline to the bathroom.

*~*~*

You closed the door behind you and took a moment to assess the scene.

Tommy was pacing back and forth in the small bathroom. He looked tense but his demeanour softened when he locked eyes with you. He shrugged, silently apologizing.

"They'll be fine." You reassured him, easily guessing that he worried about his nieces. "You'll be fine too." Your hand reached to his cheek that you stroked lovingly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Tommy nodded, pressing his lips together. He kissed your forehead and lingered, as if he was charging his batteries up and as if they were fuelled by the sweet scent of your perfume and the warmth that emanated from you and comforted him effortlessly. "It's just that—"

You shushed him with a peck on his lips. "Let's forget about it for now, alright?" You were met with a frown and a quizzical gaze. "They're gonna keep on being annoying. They're your family, it's what they do best." He agreed with a shrug. "Your father has already ruined so many things for you. Don't let that angry old man ruin Christmas."

You heard a faint chuckle coming from Tommy. "Like the Grinch?"

You laughed along with him. "Exactly like the Grinch."

He leaned forward for a kiss. He inhaled your scent again and further calmed down. He pulled back with a grin on his face. "I thought it was good that I talked about my feelings?"

"It is!" You defended yourself quickly. It was something you put a lot of emphasis on, to help Tommy better himself like he wanted. All that pent-up anger would lead nowhere if he followed the example of his brother and father. "I'm proud of you for working on that and talking about how you feel with me. You're doing so good at talking."

He mouthed the words 'thank you' but he frowned again while you caressed his arms up and down, the sleeves of his shirt awkwardly following your movements. It took a few seconds, but he caught on. "Let me guess..."

"Enough talking for now." You moved in closer and whispered at his ear. His family made enough noise to cover whatever sounds the two of you could make. You both knew it, it was not the first time you sneaked away from them. "But..." He squinted at you. "It's not a crime to find your boyfriend hot when he's lashing out at other people, right?"

He shook his head, telling you that it was not a crime either for him to think what you did earlier was even hotter. "Yeah, enough talking for now." Tommy smirked and pressed a kiss on your lips, a kiss that got deep and rough in no time. The mood shift was very much welcome.

Your hands caressed their way up to the collar of his shirt, clinging onto it. You kept making out, only taking quick breaks to catch your breath.

Meanwhile, Tommy's hands moved down to your ass and gave it a hard squeeze. He guided you towards the vanity so you could lean on the counter, not once did his lips leave yours. Instead, his tongue invaded your mouth and he swallowed your moans.

You held his face in your hands for a moment or two, enjoying the kiss to the fullest before you moved on to something else.

He pulled his head back when he felt your hand now in his short hair. Tommy smirked and, without any resistance, he let you push down on him until he got on his knees.

"You look so pretty down there." You murmured.

You thought he was too distracted to hear you by the way he hungrily peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs, but the words you spoke sent a wave of pleasure down to his cock. That's not what he wanted to focus on right now.

The main focus was you and the soft whimpers you let out when he kissed your pussy over your panties. You were glad Tommy convinced you to wear a skirt for Christmas dinner.

He grunted, displeased by how his brain reminded he did not have the luxury to take his time. He pushed your panties to the side and held the fabric out of the way with his thumb as the rest of his hand pushed your leg open for him. He buried his tongue between your folds and let out a moan louder than yours.

You covered your mouth with one hand and bunched your skirt up with the other.

Tommy’s tongue lapped at your pussy, closing his eyes blissfully at the taste of you.

You started to move your hips, disregarding the uncomfortable counter that rubbed against your ass. You humped Tommy’s face and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his nose bumped on your clit, and as his tongue teased your entrance.

With his spit and your wetness, it was like your body was begging for him to fuck you. You had to wait for that, and he was already getting impatient. He pushed his middle finger inside of you and sucked on your clit, that was as close as he would get to feeling you wrapped around him.

Luckily for you, the Christmas music coming from the living room kept your activities safe between Tommy and you. There was no way your moans, and Tommy’s, could be heard.

But, to be even more careful, Tommy’s hand on your thigh gave it a squeeze. He flicked his tongue on your clit just how you liked it, pumping his finger in and out of you quite fast.

You abandoned your skirt to put your hand on his head and hold him in place. It was the most subtle way you could think of telling him that he felt so fucking good.

And he knew it. He pulled away for a short moment, just long enough to catch his breath and to give you one of his cocky smirks. His beard was glistening, his lips were wet and his eyes were dark with lust.

You barely had enough time to admire this beautiful sight that he was back at it. His beard burned on your sensitive skin, but, in the heat of the moment, it felt too good to stop. He was making your head fall back in pleasure as you felt the familiar tension of your orgasm approach.

Tommy's finger curled up inside you, finding that sweet spot that made you whimper. His tongue met with your clit and this time, he was not stopping. He was not stopping even if you tried so had to close your legs around him. He was not stopping even if you tried to control the pace with your hand on his head. He wanted, and needed, you to cum and he knew just how much you needed it too.

"Oh, fuck!" You moaned out, immediately biting on your finger to prevent another slip up. You wanted to tell him so badly how close you were, but it was pointless.

He already knew. He sucked on your clit and pumped his middle finger in your wet pussy a few more times until he felt your walls clench tight around him. Tommy fought against your body, just carrying you over the edge until he was convinced you could no longer take it.

Your vision was blurry aside from the little stars that were spinning around Tommy's head when you looked down. You forgot how to breathe, how to move even, until Tommy slowly slid his finger out of you and let you come back to your senses.

The sloppy kiss you shared after that was heavenly. You could taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it only got the two of you even more eager for what would happen the second you were left actually alone.

Tommy adjusted your panties back in their place and flattened your skirt, or, well, he tried to. You looked rough and so did he with his face shiny from your wetness.

You kissed him again, quickly, before you turned the faucet on and helped him wash himself clean as best as you could get it. While the water was running, you moved closer to his ear and asked a rather important question. "So, what's the escape plan?"

Tommy's eyes widened. Right. You guys needed a plan. It was not the first time you sneaked away like that, but he always forgot how awkward it could be. "Can you fake a tummy ache?"

"You're so clever." You chuckled and patted his face dry with a tissues.

The two of you took deep breaths and tried to darken your expression, although it was hard to shake off the pure pleasure you had experienced.

They were surprisingly gullible and believed in your lame excuse, at the exception of Maggie who whispered to her sister that you were one of Santa's elves and uncle Tommy had to drive you to the toy factory. They were so caught up in their conspiracy theory that they barely let you out without a hug, but they rushed to the front door for a kiss goodbye.

Hank looked at his son disapprovingly, Elsie promised to save slices of pie and cake to be picked up when you felt better. Grace smiled and focused her attention back on her kids and her husband.

You got out of there as if nothing happened. As if there had not been a huge fight, as if that same fight had not been resolved by Tommy devouring your pussy like it was his last meal.

A last meal that needed to be followed by dessert, Tommy's hand that was on your thigh while he drove his truck home reminded you of the rest of your evening plans. You watched him drive and you played the game of whether he could be patient enough to wait for you two to be home or if he would give up halfway and take you in the back of his pick-up.

Judging by the way Tommy was smiling and beaming, one thing was for sure: the Grinch was not successful in stealing Christmas this year.

[gyllenhaalstories]

Hi Laurie! Very important ice cream questions are delievered right to your doorstep:

For your top 3 favourite characters at the moment: What is their favourite ice cream? Do they like to try new flavours or do they stick to the classics? Best occasion to eat it and best way to eat it? Coup, cone, fancy cone, out of the tub?

Kisses, love and spaghetti ice cream for you, byeeee 💖🍝

thank you for exposing my poor knowledge of ice cream flavours (i'm a simple girl, i like my soft serve vanilla & chocolate swirl). i have about 8 tabs open of lists of popular flavours, i'm putting in all the work and research because this is an important question! thank you for sending it back to me! i'm craving ice cream now! 💖🍦

divider credits: @/firefly-graphics (i've always wanted to use this cute ice cream truck divider, thank you for giving me the best opportunity to use it!)

RUSTY SABICH

cherry something. ben & jerry's cherry garcia, cherry cheesecake, just cherry related ice cream. or a very good quality vanilla bean ice cream, the one with tons of vanilla specks in it. he has his designated bowl in the cupboards, he never waits enough for the ice cream to chill a bit so it's always too hard and he always gets frustrated when he scrapes some off the top and it goes flying on his face. rusty is not known for his patience. i think barbara would appreciate pistachio or a good dark chocolate ice cream, so he steals some from hers but he never tells her. he mostly eats ice cream at home, sitting in the couch with his family or in the sun room on a rainy day that prevented him to go out for a swim.

i love how we both agree on the fact cherry ice cream is for cheaters (he probably genuinely enjoys maraschino cherries, there's truly something wrong with that man). yeah of course he's my top current fave character right now because i'm pathetic just like him. sigh.

ELWOOD DALTON

sorbet, specifically mango. i don't know what kind of fruits grow in the florida keys. if the university of florida says mango can grow in the keys, then mango can grow in the keys. i think coup is best with sorbet and i believe dalton would love to stick to the pure flavours of the fruit (similar to the dark cuban coffee), but he secretly likes to pick the tiny colourful plastic scoop that matches the funky shirt he is wearing.

i don't see dalton as much of a dessert guy anyway, he doesn't go out of his way to get some but he'll happily eat whatever dessert you buy or bake for him. i like to think that laura invited him to go out for ice cream the same way she offered him a ride and he said no the first time but then she teased him the next day about how yummy the ice cream was and then he was like :) okay :) and she invited him again and he accepted (this time it was only the two of them) and he had mango sorbet, he didn't really care what he was getting anyway. laura probably told him it was good, fresh local fruit and everything, and it became his favourite after the first bite. mostly because she seemed happy he liked her suggestion. he's very nice and charming with the workers so he always gets an upscale, whether it be an extra scoop or he gets offered the large size even if he paid for the small.

TOMMY CAHILL

cookie dough or cookies and cream. he's definitely the most likely out of this list to try new flavours, he just wants to try them all at least once in his life. these two are his favourite. if he's out and about, stopped at an ice cream truck or a proper creamery, he gets the normal sugar cone (with extra napkins, he always makes a mess). he can go for a dipped cone as well if he's feeling fancy. if he's eating at home, he definitely stirs his ice cream until it turns into a milkshake.

most of his ice cream related memories involve his nieces, isabelle and maggie. he takes them out for a swim at the pool or out at the park where he pushes their swings extra high (in the safest way possible) or even goes down the slide with them and their reward is an all you can eat ice cream buffet aka one cup they can fill with whatever toppings they want. grace and sam absolutely hate him for it, he brings back two hyper kiddos on a sugar high but tommy is just happy to have fulfilled his uncle duties. he made it into some kind of game as to who can make the craziest concoction. the kids would go for gummy bears with strawberry ice cream and sprinkles convinced that they won the contest, but then tommy would show up with a mountain of crushed oreos, mini m&ms, choco chips, drizzled with all the sauces they had and he would easily win. he'd get sick afterwards (probably because the girls ended up sharing his ice cream and he had to eat theirs instead) but it would be their favourite way to celebrate the end of summertime before school starts again.

DANNY SHARP (bonus teehee)

salted caramel. waffle cone. topped with a waffle cookie on top. danny strikes me as a caramel syrup person for some reason, so he probably asks for extra drizzle of it on top when he needs an even bigger pick me up. he has to eat it in secret, go to the creamery alone, so he doesn't hear castro begging to tag along (he will go out for ice cream with castro every once in a while and he will pay for his three scoops sugar extravaganza and he will complain about it although he secretly likes to make his employee/friend/flamingo zookeeper happy).

my first thought was neapolitan because he wouldn't need to choose so he could have a bit of all flavours (less anxiety inducing). that was probably his favourite as a kid, he could share with will and let his brother have his fave flavour. my second thought was distinguished ice cream to enjoy while wearing a cashmere sweater so that's why i switched my answer.

[gyllenhaalstories]

SNOWED IN — TOMMY CAHILL ❄️

summary: tommy planned a lovely weekend getaway to a picturesque cabin, but a snowstorm came unannounced and trapped you in there for one more day. oh no. what will you do, all alone with time to spare and no one to disturb the two of you?

warnings: curse words, smut (eating out, fingering, anal teasing, penetration, creampie, snowballing). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2300

gifs credits: @/cliffbooth (resized & cropped) / divider credit: @/firefly-graphics

notes: isn’t it funny how both my first and last fics of the year were for tommy? anyway, i want to put wintery beanie baby tommy in my pocket where he belongs <3 i don’t mention anything related to brothers, so you can read this even if you don’t know the movie.  ⛄ thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

Strong wind blew the front door open and Tommy entered loudly,  kicking snow off his boots, shaking his jacket and beanie to get rid of  the snowflakes that already began melting from the fireplace’s warmth.

Your eyes widened with impatience, awaiting an answer to the question that lead him outside.

“Nope.”  He rubbed his hands together, skin pink from the cold outside, after he  finally shut the door behind himself. “The car won’t start and I can’t  tell the street from these people’s front yards. Everything is so...”

You leaned forward, expecting a smart conclusion from his observations.

“Snowy.”

You  both laughed while he removed his outdoors clothes. “Snowy.” You  repeated with a sigh. You explained how you finally got a hold of the  cabin’s owners, they accepted to let you stay the night free of charge.

Tommy commented that it was generous of them to show some ‘basic fucking decency’ since there was nothing you could do against being snowed in.

The  weather outside was frightful, and it was not ironic. The sky had an  eerie shine that made its cold grey hue quite terrifying. The trees were  heavy with snow that broke branches and took down some of the dead  trunks to their final rest. Constant, fluffy snowflakes piled on the  driveway, the streets, and everywhere they could land. Tommy’s footsteps  were already buried under fresh snow.

Tommy believed there  was something delightful about it. He loved winters, that you knew very  well, but you had to admit that the sight before your eyes was not the  ugliest thing you had ever seen. The snow people you built together the  night before looked charming with their crooked arms and carrot noses.  He listened to the crackling fire, the wind, your relaxed breathing. He  would trade a whole summer just to have one moment like this again.

“Do you think we got —”

“Enough wood?” Tommy cut you off, and you nodded. “Yes,” and water? “yes,” and food, blankets, clothes? “yes, yes and also yes.”

You sat more comfortably on the couch where knitted blankets and plush pillows covered most of the surface.

Tommy  could see your mind racing, it was going faster than the speed of the  gusts of wind. “We’ll be fine, babe.” He reassured you and walked in  your direction, pressing a still cold hand on your cheek to stroke your  skin with his thumb.

“Maybe we’ll be fine.” You hesitated to  agree, but failed to find a reason as to why he would be wrong. Unless  power shut off right now and only came back the next morning, you could  easily survive off the bare necessities. “But we’ll be bored.”

The  affirmation left Tommy speechless. His lips curled downwards, bottom  lip pouting and head slowly nodding. “Yep. We’ll be bored.”

Another sigh left your body.

“Unless...”  Tommy smirked, looking down at you. The last snowflakes left on his  face and eyelashes had melted. His rosy cheeks, still noticeable under  his beard, gave him even more of a mischievous look.

You did not catch his drift.

So,  he started to kneel before you, right between your legs. What started  as a smooth descent ended in an heavy, audible, grunt when his knees met  the ground. You both chuckled, then he spoke. “Unless we do something  that is not boring.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed.  It only then hit you that most of the past two days, you did not spend  them enjoying the village or the hiking trail by the frozen lake. You  did not pick up the book you brought with you, you did not even remember  the board games Tommy insisting on taking along. Every source of  entertainment had remained packed in the bags that piled up in the small  entrance of the cabin.

Tommy could not be happier about it,  he had two beautiful days to enjoy your presence in more ways than one.  The cabin was small, it had few rooms, but there was not one that you  left behind because he made it his resolution to fuck you in each and  every single one of them. The snowstorm presented him with one more  opportunity to enjoy his favourite spot by the fire place.

“I can’t believe you.”

He  tilted his head like a puppy, eyes bright and reflective of the white  carpet of snow outside the window that was behind you. He moved a hand  up your leg, on your thigh, until you parted your legs just enough for  him to feel you up your pyjama pants. “Are you sure about that?”

You  gasped when the same thumb that was stroking your face started to rub  over your core, still covered by the pants. Your nodding was faint, your  cute attempt made him smile from ear to ear.

“Because that pretty pussy of yours is telling me otherwise.”

Your  attempt at rolling your eyes and mocking what he said failed. His thumb  pressed the hem of the fabric against your clit and the friction pulled  soft whimpers out of you. “Again?” You whined.

You sounded like you were trying to protest, but you lifted yourself up for Tommy to help pull your pyjama pants off. You opened your legs for him, knowing he would bury his head between your thighs any second now. “You know I can’t get enough of you.”

“Needy.”

“Fuck yes I am.” He winked, even if both of his eyes closed together before he started to trail kisses along your inner thighs, soothing over the marks he left behind the previous times. Whether the bruises came from his beard or from love bites, he covered them with open mouthed kisses before he finally licked over your pussy with a flat tongue.

Your warmth made the last traces of the outside weather on Tommy’s skin disappear. With a hand firmly pressed on top of his head, fingers hopelessly trying to grip on his short hair, you could not even guide him. He knew what to do to get you dripping for him, juices he would lick and swallow in a heartbeat.

He moaned against your folds, tongue lapping at you. He teased your hole that he had stretched so many times the past couple of days. His tongue easily went in and out of your entrance while his nose bumped deliciously against your clit.

You echoed his moans with your owns, but you let out a surprised squeal when he sucked on your clit and pushed a finger inside of you.

“Taste,” he interrupted himself, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. “So fucking good.”

You looked down at his face, his beard was glistening with your wetness and his smile grew wider when you clenched your walls around his fingers.

He dove right back in your pussy, devouring you as if he had not tasted you in ages. “Wanna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes, please!” You cried out, your body started to move in its own mysterious ways against his mouth.

Tommy added a second finger, curling them up inside of you while he kept thrusting them nice and deep. “That’s my good girl, yeah, just like that, give it to me.” His thumb rubbed your clit while he told you to “cum in my mouth, let me taste you” and that you “look so fucking pretty cumming for me.”

Your hand left his head, instead they tried to grip on the blankets or the couch, anything that would keep you from the spasms of pleasure that ran through you.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Tommy murmured before he licked you clean  —  your clit, then your hole, then all over your folds. He licked and kissed your sensitive skin, he even licked down to your asshole that he teased gently. The tip of his skin dipped on the rim of muscles and the way you whimpered from the new sensation made him throb painfully in the confines of his grey sweatpants. He would stay down there, he wanted to stay down there, but his body was telling him otherwise.

And you were literally telling him otherwise too. Still riding that blissful, fuzzy state of mind, you begged him with incoherent pleas to feel him inside you, to have him fill you up to the brim.

He made your wish come true and helped you turn around on the couch while he stood up behind you.

Your knees were sinking into the cushion of the couch, your elbows leaned on the back rest. Before you, there was a sea of white, sparkly snow. Behind you, there was an unbelievably turned on Tommy that pushed his pants down to his ankles and rubbed the leaking tip of his cock against your soaked folds.

“Such a perfect pussy.” He told himself, even though you could still hear him, while he gave you a few slaps with his cock.

“All yours.” You turned your head to the back, only briefly looking at him before your eyes shut as he pushed himself all the way inside of you.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Tommy sighed, he grunted when he bottomed out. “All mine.”

You pulled on your shirt, so that he had more space to rest his hands.

He was fucking you deep, fast too, like the idea of having your slick walls swallow him whole had been on his mind all day long. Sometimes his hands were gripping your hips roughly, other times he was pressing on your back for you to arch it, helping him reach even deeper in your pussy.

You gasped audibly when you felt Tommy’s thumb against your other hole. He was rubbing it in small circles, not even pushing, he just teased you like that and the fact you clenched harder around him convinced him to keep going.

“Ah,” He breathed out, stilling his hips after he slammed his cock back inside you. “Do ya think they’ll let us come back next year if they find out we fucked all over this place?”

You reached one arm behind you, trying to playfully slap him for this stupid joke. As you both laughed it out, you moved yourself on his cock. You moved back and forth, slowly, feeling every inch of him.

It did not last long until Tommy took over the control of the pace simply because he needed you too badly to endure all the teasing. Your skin slapped against his, all of your moans and noises melted together and created beautiful music with the crackling firewood that was burning away.

Suddenly, you felt his body weight on your back as he wrapped an arm around your waist to reach for your core. “Please, make me cum, please!”

His lips kissed your jaw, all that he could reach. “I love making you beg like a slut.” He bit down on his thin lips and started to rub your clit with circles that were as frantic as his hips while he kept fucking you. “Even though you know damn well I’ll always make you cum.”

Your head fell on your arms and your body reached another edge. Even with your eyes closed, you could see stars that looked like dancing snowflakes in a night sky. Waves of pleasure, warmth and bliss washed over you until you were drained of all that you had to give.

Tommy started to cum, with loud grunts covering your own moans. He stopped moving only when he completely emptied himself inside of your clenching, relaxing walls.

Your whines turned quickly into sobs when you felt him pull out of you. If words would leave your mind, you would have told him to stay there, right there, buried balls deep inside you and holding you close while you enjoyed the moment. Audible groans, however, were all that you could express.

He pressed a kiss on your lower back while he leaned forward, face meeting with your core again. “Shh, I’m right here.” He cooed you, reassuring he was not up to no good. He rested a hand on each side of your ass and pulled your cheeks open for him. His tongue swiped all the way from your swollen and aching clit to your ass.

It soothed your sensitive folds. As you relaxed, drops of his cum fell out of your hole.

Drops that he eagerly licked off you to clean you up. He lapped at your pussy until he caught every drop of his load in his mouth.

Lazily, you moved on the the couch to lay down and put your head on the arm rest. There was about just enough space for Tommy’s body to hover you, shoulders large and strong and face soft and full of love.

He leaned his head down, lips closed, for a kiss that deepened in no time. He moaned in the kiss while your tongue slipped past his lips to explore his mouth.

Your hand found its place on his head, still gripping on his hair to bring him impossibly closer to you.

Tommy kissed you back with intensity. It got sloppy, with spit and your juices mixed together dripping down your chin. It took your lungs to turn into a burning fireplace for the kiss to end, and for both Tommy and you to swallow what was left in your mouths.

You placed a little kiss on his nose and snuggled against his heavy body. You thought there would be some peace and quiet to relax after what you two had done.

Tommy had very different plans. Obviously. “We need to cool off, don’t you think?” You followed Tommy’s glance, it lead to the large window — to the front yard. He cleaned up a drop that fell on your chin, replacing it with a quick kiss. “Are you up for a snowball fight?”  

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Can you do a Tommy Cahill x Teacher!Reader please?

YES I SO CAN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THANKS I LOVE YOU

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“Come to bed,” Tommy groaned, his arms sliding around her shoulders from behind where she was sat at their kitchen table. He nuzzled his face down into the crook of her neck and Y/N giggled, relaxing back into his arms.

“I’ve got to mark these,” she denied.

“No - come to bed instead,” Tommy insisted, the words muffled as he spoke them into her skin.

“Tommy,” Y/N groaned, falling further back into him and Tommy chuckled lowly into her.

“Please?”

“No - I have to get them marked for tomorrow,” she insisted.

“You have a stupid job,” Tommy muttered bitterly, beginning to place gentle, sweet kisses to her neck, a trail of them from her collarbone up to her cheek.

“My stupid job was the reason we met,” Y/N argued, turning around in her chair so that they were face to face.

Tommy pecked her lips, smirking into it.

“I think, actually, my stupid niece was the reason we met,” he pointed out and Y/N scoffed, pushing his chest lightly.

“Your niece is far from stupid,” she mumbled as Tommy kissed her again, more slowly this time, for longer.

“Smarter than me,” Tommy agreed.

“Look at you - being a proud uncle,” Y/N chuckled, her fingers moving to cup his jaw, keeping him in front of her.

“Yeah, well, they are pretty great,” Tommy sighed.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered, pulling him down for another kiss.

“I love you too,” Tommy promised. “Come to bed? Please?”

“I really have to finish,” Y/N whispered.

“I need to get up early though,” Tommy whined.

“So go to bed now!” Y/N chuckled. Tommy’s eyes softened as he looked at her and he shrugged.

“You know I can’t sleep without you.”

I’ve started writing for new Jake characters - Tommy, Billy, Davis, Adam and Anthony!!

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

If one of y’all could request a Tommy Cahill x Teacher!Reader blurb it would be hella appreciated plz

[gyllenhaalstories]

LOOK IN THE MIRROR — TOMMY CAHILL

summary: tommy and you go way back. way back when he used to smoke on the bleachers of the school field, way back when he pulled up a fight with everyone who even thought of hurting you, way back when you were starting your life and he was ruining his. some short letters and silent phone calls later, you find yourself driving back from the prison parking lot with a man sitting behind you who seems both so unknown yet so familiar.

warnings: him and you got a whole lot of history™, mentions of prison & crimes & his brother, food, curse words, smut (tons of sexual tension, heavy making out, hair pulling, mild biting & spit kinks, fingering, finger sucking, handjob, love making, messy cumshot, allusions to shower sex, very male pleasure focused) 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2730

gifs credits: denvilleneuve (cropped) / divider credits: firefly-graphics

notes: my i can fix him complex explodes whenever i think of tommy boy <3 not much of the movie is mentioned so you’re good if you haven’t seen it. why don’t you listen to sometimes you can’t make it on your own by U2 with me? 🥰  thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

You were putting away the now empty box of pizza when the sound of the shower started. It made a funny noise, like the water never quite knew the way out, it needed some time and guidance. The thought made you smile, it took a whole new meaning after the day you had.

This day, Tommy had spent sleepless and restless nights, exhausting weeks, planning. Everybody was happy to see him leave the four cold walls of his prison cell, but he wondered if someone would experience that same happiness at the thought of him coming back to reality. It turned out there was someone.

And that someone was you. You were kind enough to pick him up, to open the trunk of your car for him to throw his few belongings in. You were kind enough to  stop and get food, to make him a cup of coffee, to warm him up.

He lost count of how many times he tried to thank you. Politeness was not really his strong suit, he wondered if he even had one of those at all.

Your old radio, covered with stickers and doodles permanent markers left my Tommy what felt like ages ago, played some of your favourite songs on an old, used cassette.

“Do you remember when we were seventeen or eighteen?” Tommy had told you when he recognized the specific sound of U2 resonating through your living room. “We kept listening to those songs.”

He did not need to tell you about it, you remembered so much of your past life with Tommy. It was what it felt like, a past life. The man who kicked snow off your stairs with his worn out boots, the man who took out the toppings you disliked off your slices of pizza, the man who was so shy to ask if he could borrow a towel like it was his first time sleeping over — that man was not quite like the Tommy you knew. He changed in a good way, for the most part.

He debated standing in the shower until the hot water ran out, just to feel what it was like to take his time for once. He decided not to abuse the kindness you showed him today, which was more than what his family ever shown him in a long, long time. Instead, Tommy just used your body soap that smelled of zesty citrus and bright sunshine, or so said the bottle, and hurried out.

So much was going through your mind. For so long, Tommy had been out of your life for the most part and you had always wondered if he would come back or take the decision to stay out of it. You had wondered if the two of you would finally get a chance to live the adventures you talked about as kids, as teens, as adults too. You still had hope that maybe this was the second chance Tommy, and you, needed.

"Hope you don’t mind I used your stuff,” Tommy shouted from the bathroom while you were walking in the hallway. “Couldn’t steal some like it was a hotel room back there.” He smiled, knowing you were smiling too.

“We’ll go shopping tomorrow.” You assured him and walked in front of the door left ajar, steam from the shower escaped through the gap where you caught a glimpse of the stranger in there. Yeah, stranger. Tommy came out of prison with a whole new body and mind, literally. Tattoos too, you noticed the ink on his forearm as you passed by. “This will have to do for now.” You snaked your arm around the door to give him old clothes he forgot a long time ago, clothes he had long forgotten about.

“Don’t know if these will fit.” He laughed and tried to catch the hoodie and sweatpants, but the more you tried to reach his hand without looking, the more he was failing to grab them. He laughed, breathing through his nose and pulled the door open for you.

You walked in the small room and stood only inches away from him. You looked at him, down all the way up, and relaxed your shoulders. He was not that much different from the man you knew, from the man you had loved not-so secretly all these years.

“Hey.” He grinned. He was holding himself back. He wanted to cry at the thought of someone  — you —  being so nice to him despite his history. He wanted to hug you, just to feel what it was like to hold someone you loved after so long. He wanted to kiss you, fuck he wanted it so bad. He regretted not having done it enough before, when he was free. He took a deep breath and realized that he was free, again.

You tilted your head and tried to read the train of those behind those big, blue eyes of his. You used to be able to read him like a book, but you struggled to know what was on his mind at that very moment.

Truthfully, he struggled just as much. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing, Tommy.” You shrugged it off. “I’m just helping an old friend out.” Your eyes dropped to the growing smirk on his lips.

“Mhm, just an old friend,” he repeated. He put his hands on your shoulders and made you turn around, stretching an arm out to wipe a spot of steam off the vanity mirror. “Tell me, look in the mirror and tell me we are just old friends.”

He was not that different, same old brutally honest and charming Tommy who always had a witty comeback. “That’s stupid, I’m not doing that.” You looked at his reflection, all you could see was his smile in the small rectangle he had wiped.

He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, resting ever so gently his chin on your shoulder so he could see you better too. “You don’t know how many times I thought of doing that.” He whispered in your ear and tightened his grip around you. “Tell me, tell me, tell me...”

The more he repeated, the faster your heart was beating. Today was intense, emotional, unbelievable. Maybe it had just been a dream and you would wake up before he could...

His lips met the soft skin of your cheek in a timid kiss. You put your hands on his arms and he loosened them up, afraid he had gone too far yet again.

It gave you the room you needed to turn around and reach up to his face, pulling him in a rushed kiss. No matter how different he looked, he felt just the same.

He placed his hands lovingly on each side of your face, as if to make sure he was not dreaming either. He deepened his, captured your bottom lip in between his. Goosebumps ran all over his body when he felt your tongue asking for permission, permission for more, permission to print this moment in your memories for ever.

It kept going, for only God knew how long. You kissed like it was not a want, but a need to feel each other and melt into each other. His lips felt swollen against yours, your skin hurt from the itch of his beard, and he grope at every part of you he could reach to make sure you would not disappear.

“Tell me to stop.” Tommy whispered when he broke the kiss to catch a breath, managing to turn you around so you were pressed against the counter of the vanity.

You kissed him again, it was your turn to explore him again. Your finger tips felt his collarbone, down his chest and his torso. The hair tickled your skin, but you kept going until you were not touching his warm skin, but the towel instead. “Do you want to stop?”

“Fuck, no.” He sighed when you started to pull on the towel to unwrap it so it could pool down at his feet. He looked at you through his lashes, his chest rising up and down from how deep his breathing was. He was begging you, you could see it. He was begging you to be the honest one this time, to do that first, bold move.

And you did, after you brought your hand up to your mouth to spit on it, you wrapped it around his shaft and he shivered. You let Tommy adjust to you, you gave him all the time he wanted.

But what he truly wanted was you. He started to fuck your hand with slow thrusts of his hips while his lips covered your neck with more kisses. He bit on a forming hickey when you started to move your hand, feeling him harden in your touch.

You brought your free hand to the back of his head to keep him pressed against you so that he could keep marking you, you needed proof that this was not just some twisted fantasy your mind had come with. You wanted to look in the mirror the next day and see the traces he left behind. Your nails scratched his scalp just enough to pull a moan out of him as he you kept jerking him off.

He kissed the front of your neck, all the way to the other side. He wanted all of your skin to be covered with this undying love that only grew stronger while he was apart from you, rotting in jail. He pulled away to look at you and earned a nod of approval, so he helped you remove your shirt. He whined when you let go of his now fully hard cock so that he could properly undress you. “So fucking beautiful.” He told you, probably twenty times, as you pumped him again.

“Tommy.” You moaned as his hands moved to your breasts and he kissed the valley between them. You waited for him to lick on your nipples before he looked up at you.

And he understood, as if he knew you better than you knew yourself. He sucked his pointed finger in his mouth, coating it with spit while you moved your feet so that your legs were more open for him. He worked his way between your thighs, never leaving your eyes.

“I need you, please.”

As you spoke, his finger pressed against your throbbing clit.

You were so wet, it was so easy for him to add his middle finger and run his digits through your folds. He felt rough and gentle at the same time, he rubbed tight and light circles against the bundle of nerves like he had always known what your body preferred.

His jaw had dropped and he looked so beautiful, so so so beautiful as he watched his fingers work against you.

“Faster,” so he moved faster. “Harder,” you demanded against his lips as he kissed you, so he rubbed you harder too.

“Been dreaming of this for years.” Never once did he slow down or break the perfect rotation of his fingers, the care and attention he put into pleasuring you quickly took you over the edge. “Tommy...”

The sound of you moaning his name was like music to his ears. “Cum for me, give it to me.”

And you did just that, you squeezed his cock with one hand, and wrapped your arm around him to keep him closer while he rubbed you through the intensity of your orgasm.

“Everything’s fine?” When you reassured him you were doing more than fine, his fingers dipped further until he teased your entrance. He pushed one in, working against your clenching walls that had not recovered yet. “That’s it, you’re doing so good for me.”

You synced your hand to his, stroking his cock and spreading the pre-cum with your thumb over his sensitive tip as he worked you open on his finger.

Soon enough, he fit a second one. You were tight, so tight, but he took his time to adjust to him. Your whimpers and begs showed him that you desired him just as much as he desired you. And when deep inside you, all the way to his last knuckles, he let out the most beautiful moan you had ever head.

“I-,” Tommy stuttered as you threw your head back in pleasure. “N-need to feel you, fuck, please, please...”

You agreed and you two made your way to your bedroom, kissing and bumping against the walls and doors and everything that was in the way of your bed. You instinctively climbed on it, laying in the middle and waited for Tommy to join you.

Instead, he stood there. “Man, that’s a bed. Like a real bed!” A goofy smile bloomed on his face. “Haven’t seen one of those in forever.” You laughed and he imitated you. Everything was happening so fast, he had no complaint. The mattress gave in at the weight of him as he made his way to you.

“It’s all yours.” You held his face in your hands again. “If you want it.”

“I want you.”

He propped himself up on one hand and used his other one to line himself up with you. He could not wait this time, he needed you just as much as you needed him. He pushed himself in, slowly, so slowly that the speed, or lack thereof, was more painful than the stretch of his cock.

“Finally.” You exclaimed when he filled you all the way up, the two of you tried to catch your breaths.

“Finally.” He echoed and captured his lips with yours again.

Instinctively again, your legs wrapped around his waist as best as you could while he started to fuck you. All those years spent thinking and dreaming and wishing for this day to happen were so worth it in the end.

“Feel so good,” he said, his head buried in your neck once more. His heart was beating so loud he was sure you could feel it against your skin.

Tommy did not fuck you, he made love to you. It was deep, it was slow, but it was what the two of you wanted and needed. You could feel him, all of him, as you clenched around his throbbing clock.

And he felt you, so warm and tight around him. “I’m gonna —   not gonna last long.” He warned you, with a hint of guilt and regret in his voice.

"Please, just a little bit more.” You begged and he reached down to rub your clit, awkwardly because of the angle, but he wanted you to feel just as good as him.

He slowed down his thrusts, only just fucking the tip of his cock inside your pussy, but in vain. “Gonna cum!”

“Pull out, now, pull out!” You moaned out, and he obeyed.

He jerked himself off for a few pumps after he pulled out, sitting on his knees and laying back so that he could cum on your stomach. For each rope of cum he painted on your skin, you moaned louder and louder until he was done.

You watched him in awe, how he could not take his eyes off your face the whole time he finished.

“I’m sorry.” Tommy chuckled when he finally took in the view of you, how blissful you looked, and how messy too. He worked on cleaning you up with his tongue, so that he could kiss his way to your face again.

You shook your head, telling him it was fine. “I guess we’ll both have to take another shower.” He laughed again and kissed you so passionately it took your breath away.

He let himself fall right next to you and helped you turn so that you could face him. He pressed his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses touching. He let out a long, dramatic sigh, closing his eyes.

You moved impossibly closer to him. “What is it?”

He breathed in deeply and opened his eyes to look directly at you. “It feels good to be home.”  

A house was not always a home. His father’s house, his brother’s house, your parents’ house, those were and had never really been safe places for him. A house did not make a home. No. His home had always been you.