Tommy X Ranboo Novels & Stories

He looked to be around my age, probably a year or two older and I could see the subtle resemblance he shared with Alessio in the line of his jaw and wavy black hair. “Coraline, that’s Tommy, short for Tommaso.” Alessio introduced in a begrudging tone. “He’s one of my younger cousins living here because his parents kicked him out when he insisted on starting a rock band after graduating high school instead of heading off to the university.” Tommy’s dark eyes twinkled playfully. “Hi, Coraline. You can totally be the band’s manager when we make our debut next year.” “Oh.” I blinked. “Um, thanks for the offer.”

​"Elara! Fear not! Assistance has arrived!" ​I looked up to see Tommy—known to most as the guy with the permanent runny nose—scrambling toward the ditch. Today, however, he looked different. ​He was wearing a leather jacket that was three sizes too big and a pair of dark sunglasses, despite the morning fog. He looked like he was auditioning for a low-budget action movie. ​"Tommy? What are you doing?" I asked. ​"Protecting you from the labor," he said, puffing out his chest.

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

“I’ll get ya home in time for school, don’t worry.” Richard laughed. “Yepper. If I knew the way, I’d take you home. Who was it said that?” “Don’t know, don’t care,” Tommy said, standing up and chucking their empties overboard. “Just thought of something. Wait here.” He ducked back inside, emerging a few seconds later with another pair of brews and something else: a small shrink-wrapped pack of some kind. He tossed it to Rich, who nearly howled in delight.

“Yeah, the ole ‘you just loosened it for me’ line. Right. Anyway, I owe you a beer tonight at the fair. You going?” Tommy nodded, smiling. “Yeah, Sandy and me will be there. She loves the fair.” He nodded toward the front. “Gotta get back to the aluminum and copper scales. See you later?” Bobby attacked the snow-blower with renewed enthusiasm, nodding. “Yeah. Thanks again, man. Saved me some serious grunting on this piece of shit.” Tommy waved again, still looking embarrassed. “Nothing to it. Glad to help. See you.”

Agatha is leaving. "Why should I say goodbye?" I stood idly by. Tommy's black hair was uproar, his forehead was sweaty, which caused some strands of hair to stick to her. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt and wore a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large lightning-shaped tattoo stood out on his neck. Tommy was a bad boy. "Well, you're right." Did you like the song? It was especially for you. I shrugged my shoulders.

Tommy: Have a good first day kiddo :) I smile and reply: Thanks, I will <3 Tommy owns an MMA gym with his best friends Ryan and Dylan and they practically raised me when I started going there after my mother died. I spent almost all of my waking hours outside of school with them. They not only taught me how to fight, but about the value of hard-work and about controlling my emotions; all of these things were instrumental in me becoming the person I am today. Not many teenagers can go through what I did and come out stronger and I owe most of that to these guys.

His fist clenched at his side, and his lip curled when his nostrils flared. I couldn't help myself. Austin Burin hadn't changed one bit, not where I was concerned-except for the chip the size of Texas on his shoulder. Even when his pupils surged, and his irises darkened into something akin to espresso, I hadn't stopped giggling. It only served to tick him off further. Tommy wasn't sure what to do. The dopey look on his face indicated how clueless he was. "That's enough, Randi." Austin turned to Tommy. "Get the horses ready...on your own."

He asked before Scar stepped forward to defend Jasmine, "Tommy, I- "Dismiss," Tommy said as Scar's head lowed before she and the rest of the gang left the room leaving Tommy and Jasmine alone, "What do you want to get, Jasmine, speak up," Tommy demanded as Jasmine gulped, "A T-Tattoo," she said as Tommy nodded before pulling her body into his as she gasped, "Where do you want to get it?" He asked caressing her body as her hands clenched onto his t-shirt, "I want w-words just like yours, but d-down my b-back," she stuttered as Tommy grip her onto her waist before burying his face in her neck leaving light kisses causing her eyes to automatically close.

My plan was to pretend I didn’t recognise him for the loathsome scumbag he was, and it worked. Not blessed with too many brains then, the man Tori had told me hailed from Freebooters originally. In which case, it meant someone else had proposed him for membership and was ensuring he had the means to sustain it. The question was: why? I had my suspicions about that but didn’t want it to cloud my judgement so I cast it to the back of my mind. While Tommy declined the fizz and opted for coffee, as an old hand would, Rhodes accepted the alcohol like his fellow newbie who was making substantial inroads into the bowl of nuts.