Tommy X Tubbo Novels & Stories

Plus, all the groupies on the message board said he had a huge cock. Tommy couldn't have known how bad my celeb crush really was. He couldn't have known about all the sleepless nights I'd spent laying in bed, one hand between my legs as I stared at the bulge in Contendah's pants on my "Dat Krew" poster. Nor could he have known about my second, secret Tumblr account where I spent my time reblogging interracial p**n and messaging that chick from Atlanta who said she'd slept with the Krew before they really got big.

Though I suppose when I stop and think about it, it’s kind of a weird situation. Tommy and Morgan have been best friends for years. Maggie is marrying her brother’s best friend. My girlfriend is now good friends with my sister, so when those two hang out and we double-date, Tommy comes with. Whatever. We’re all family now. “How’s Bobby?” I ask Tommy. “He’s doing all right. Supposedly he made a breakthrough during group therapy yesterday. Like he did the last time he was there. And the time before that.” “I’m sorry, man. That’s rough.”

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

“My Mom is a fashion influencer—” “So, you’re the boy?” Kendrick gasps. “It was you… because of you…” I cut Bunny before he can probe further. I prefer him wandering in misconception. The truth can be lethal at the wrong time. I can’t take that risk. Yosef moves to the corner, yanks down the black tarp. Underneath: a massive tank, easily twelve feet across. Water sloshed inside, dark, murky, reeking of iron. Something moves beneath the surface.

*** Wyatt POV I take a deep breath as I look into the bedroom and watch Tommy cry in Finn’s arms. It has been a few months since Tommy has had such a bad nightmare like this. However, Tommy isn’t any closer to resolving his issues and defeating his past demons than he was when we first found him and saved his life. Back then, Kane and I healed his body, but Finn was the only one who could temporarily chase away his past and the various things haunting him. Kane walks up beside me and whispers, “Tommy having another bad dream?”

Jose's voice interrupted the conversation as he appeared near the door, his hand starting to lift the cold canned drink he had taken from the refrigerator in the main room. "Jose is right," Denis replied. "I'm quite sensitive when it comes to my parents. My life isn't as good as yours, so enjoy, Gabriel." "Listen, Gabriel. It would help if you made a good impression when you returned from this place because you're learning directly from the expert. The tattooist next to you is the teacher of all teachers." "Really?" Gabriel forgot his pain again. "Is Denis also willing to do my schoolwork?" Jose laughed while Denis smiled amusedly. The teenager before him was too innocent but dared to color

That amount was serious—not enough to bankrupt the club, but enough to fund operations, and to pay people. “That’s bullshit,” Tommy said, his voice calm but his jaw tight. “Those records are fabricated. Someone’s trying to frame me the same way they framed Nick.” “Then explain this,” Jaxon said, and suddenly the audio from Tommy’s office played through the speakers. Tommy’s voice, crystal clear: *“The problem is the leadership is weak. All three of them are thinking with their dicks instead of their brains. The Hart girl has them wrapped around her finger.” His companion: “So what’s the play?”

Platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and features that were unmistakably Jax even at that young age. My hands started shaking as I stared at the photo. This was impossible. Tommy had never mentioned knowing anyone from a motorcycle club when he was a child. He didn't get involved with that world until he was older and started using drugs. But this photo proved otherwise. Tommy and Jax had known each other as children, which meant Tommy's connection to the Steel Vultures went back years before I ever knew about it.

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.