Tubbo And Tommy Fanart Novels & Stories

“We even have similar bunnies!” Tommy said excitedly as he came to stand in front of Valerian. “My bunny is named Gummy. What is yours named?” Tommy asked with a huge smile on his face. “B..Blaze” Valerian said softly. Tommy smiled wider as he excitedly exclaimed “Gummy and Blaze are gonna be best friends just like you and me!” Valerian smiled a little.

I let Tommy win and we had another drink, fortunately Mark wasn't paying attention at the moment. Tommy was a sophomore at PC and was majoring in business. His father owned a distribution company in Providence that he was hoping to take over someday. I told him about my painting and as I talked he seemed genuinely interested, asking questions about my influences as apparently his mother was a collector. As we spoke I had mixed feelings. On one hand Tommy was cute and certainly interested. He seemed down to earth and not stuck on himself and I could definitely see myself going out with him.

Tom instructed, “Remember, I only want female fans at the scenes, no male fans! Don’t get me a bunch of old and burly men to scream at the airport for me. I cannot f*cking afford to embarrass myself like that!” When there had finally been a small result after Tom’s cosmetic surgery last year, he had started hiring a large group of actresses to act as his crazy and fanatic fans wherever he went in order to highlight his persona as a top-class male singer. Although he had a certain real fan base, because of his relatively average level, even if his fans had been truly brainwashed and genuinely liked him as a person, they were all still far from the state of fanaticism. So, whenever Tom wanted

~THE LYCAN ENFORCER ~ ~Annabeth's POV~ "If this art isn't finished by dawn, my Uncle will have both our heads." Tommy’s voice was shaking so hard the paintbrushes in his hand rattled like dry bones. I sat up on my thin mattress, looking hard at the blank canvas in front of us. "A Lycan Enforcer doesn't care about art, Tommy," I said, trying to steady my own breathing. "He cares about power and control."

Sa kanang bahagi naman ng kanyang balakang o 'di kaya'y sa batok. Hindi naman ganoon kalaki ang kanyang tattoo na nakita nito. Paruparo ito na kulay asul at madalas natatago naman, maliban na lang kung magto-two piece siya. Walang sagot si Martin kaya siya na lang ulit ang nagsalita. "Actually, babae naman talaga ang tattoo artist nito kaso nagpa-convert ng lalaki kasi tibo siya kaya hayun, ayaw niyang tinatawag na babae," naiiling niyang dugtong.

Bethany smiles. I smile shyly. "I kind of have a thing for art exhibits." "Ahh! You will surely love it there Thea. Tommy has most of his paintings there and a lot of bidders bought his paintings last night." I smiled as Bethany boasts off her boyfriend. Tommy smiled shyly at us. "You're a painter?" I asked him. "Wow. Such a young artist. I'm now excited to see your works." Tommy shakes his head. "Naah, I am not as great as my father but if you'd like to see, it's open Monday to Saturday from 10AM to 10PM."

Tom winked before heading to the table with their drinks. Avery and Tom spent the rest of the afternoon talking about what they did during the last years. Tom graduated from high school in Paris and got recruited by a model company. He worked with a lot of brands, and now he was an ambassador for a famous brand in France. He also likes photography and wished he would be a professional photographer in the future.

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.

“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.”