How Others Post You And Tommy

How Others Post You and Tommy

Tubbo

“Can’t believe they fell asleep during our movie night :(“

Jack

“I made them do karaoke >:)”

Philza

“Why do I let these two drink?”

Kristen

“I took them to an animal shelter and she said the cat looked like Tommy 😁”

Ranboo

“When the girl he likes comes up and talks to him ;)”

Aimsey

“They can never keep their hands off each other!”

Charlie

“Just got done filming a Sorry vid! Will post soon! Probably”

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Undercover Care

as a young, broke senior in high school, you take up a babysitting gig, not knowing you’d be babysitting a mafia bosses sons.

That morning you woke up at 5. The drive to his house was about twenty minutes so you had so if you wanted to get there in time you would have to leave by 8:35. That meant three hours to get ready and 35 minutes to relax. You spent the first 35 minutes in the kitchen, sipping at a warm cup of hot chocolate. You never really liked coffee, so you just stuck to hot chocolate.

After that you spent the first hour trying to put together a nice outfit. After a bit you settled on a nice pair of loose jeans, a simple t-shirt, one of your dad’s old jackets, and your old pair of converse. You played it all out on your bed before hopping in the shower, spending a little extra time to make sure your hair would look nice. After the shower it was about 7:00, meaning you had an hour and 35 minutes left.

You yawned quietly, quickly making yourself some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast with a yogurt cup on the side. You ate slowly, trying to drag the time out a little. You didn’t really have anything else to do, so dragging the time out seemed to be the only thing left. After eating you cleaned all the dishes you used, putting back the plate you had used last night before checking the time. Only 7:43, which meant you had about 50 minutes just to yourself, give or take. You hummed quietly, going to the living room and turning on the tv. You flipped through channels before finding a cartoon, Monster High. You set the remote down, watching the episode. You were starting to feel anxious.

What if they didn’t like you? You needed this job if you wanted to go to college. Right now you were barely scraping by. Yeah your dad helped occasionally but it wasn’t enough sometimes. You sighed, messing with the hem of your t-shirt as you go lost in thought. You bit your bottom lip, lost in thought for majority of your time left. Once it was time to go, you got up and put your shoes on before going outside, making sure you had your car keys in your pocket before you left.

You got in your car, connecting your phone to the car to play your music. You hit shuffle on a random playlist before starting to drive, the directions pulled up on your phone screen. You yawned, still slightly tired. You never were fully a morning person, not even when you were a little kid. You bopped your head to the music playing, smiling when Beth (Eric Carr’s version) by KISS started playing. You had always loved older music, especially songs by KISS. You turned the volume up, mouthing the words as you followed the directions your phone was giving you.

Eventually, you pulled up to the house. If you could call it that. It was practically a mansion with how huge it was. You stared in shock as you turned your car off and got out. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. What if you were too underdressed? What if they thought you weren’t professional enough? Or maybe they would think you were too young and couldn’t take care of them. Your hands shook as you walked towards the door, raising your hand to knock somewhat loudly. You took another deep breath, still trying to calm your nerves. You were definitely under dressed. What were you thinking! Jeans and a t-shirt? You cursed yourself out in your head, biting your lip again. Maybe this job wasn’t such a good idea. Your thoughts were cut off when someone opened the door. A young blond wearing a red and white baseball tee with some grass stained jeans.

“O-oh. Hello. Is um, Philza here?” You asked nervously, doubting that the boy in front of you was the man you spoke to on the phone last night. “Dad! Someone’s here for you!” The kid called into the house, still looking at you a bit suspiciously. “Why are you here?” He asked suddenly. “I’m here for a job?” You said, cursing yourself out for sounding so nervous. “What job?” The boy asked, scrunching his face up in confusion. “Um-“ “Tommy leave the poor girl alone.” An older voice said, sounding just like the man you talked to last night. You immediately stood up straighter, biting your lip nervously. “You must be Y/n. Come on in.” The man said, gently ushering the blond kid away.

You nodded and stepped inside, looking around a bit. The hallway you were in didn’t seem too fancy, as there was shoes thrown all over the corner and some sports gear draped over a bench. “I apologize for Tommy, he’s fast when someone’s at the door. We usually don’t get visitors or guests, so he gets excited.” You jumped when you heard his voice. “Oh, it’s alright. I was young once too.” You said, trying to be playful. Phil smiled, starting to walk further into the house. You quickly followed, keeping an even pace behind him. Not too far behind, but still a bit behind.

You looked around more as Phil led you through the house. “I apologize for any mess you see, mate. The cleaning lady hasn’t gotten here yet.” Phil said suddenly, noticing you look around. You smiled slightly. “No worries. Kids make messes, it’s understandable.” Phil smiled when you said this, leading you into a fancy looking office. You bit your lip. What job did this man have that allowed him to have this much money? Maybe you were biting off more than you could chew…

(Here’s part two! Sorry this one took so long, I had a bit of school work to catch up on and it took some time.)

>:0

no rizz. just big bambi eyes and many unsettling things to say.

not reading fic, not writing fic, but a third, secret thing

(scrolling tumblr while thinking about fics I want to be reading and writing)