𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕖𝕣 【 tommyinnit x reader

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tuesday came quicker than i wished it had. tommy knew the stress i was under, not only would it be a new environment, but i would have to pick my college major today. tommy was in editing. he said if that was something that interested me, i should go for it, but he also said i shouldn't pick just because thats what he did. it wasn't until he helped me unpack the final suitcase that he knew what i should do.

"y/n... that's incredible," his voice was whisper soft as he breathlessly complimented me.

"oh.. its not that good, its quite an old piece, really." i frowned at the oil painting that tommy held up. it wasn't bad, i knew that, but it represented a part of me i hated.

he canvas was filled with browns, reds, beiges and black. the abstract strokes formed the picture of a girl, standing alone on a beach. the hands that reached out to her were soaked in red, holding ripped up change and torn cloth. just past the horizon of the ocean stood a city, tall, grey, and polluting the sky. it looked like the intoxicating smog of my home town.

i don't do vent art often, but when i do, i resent it once its finished. art captures emotions on canvas in a way words on paper couldn't. every brush stroke held the thoughts that swirled viciously in my head, represented my blood and tears.

but tommy loved it. he loved the art i made from the dark part of my mind. maybe he could love that side of me as well.

not that he loves me, platonically or not. we had just met.

"y/n, you should major in art... god this is beautiful," he turned to me, the canvas still in hand, "can i have this?"

my heart fluttered as he smiled, in awe at the oil painting, and in awe at the painter. "of course, i don't want it anyways."

he excitedly thanked me and ran out of my room, presumably to find where to hang the painting. once he returned, he told me he hung it where it could be seen by his camera while he streamed, and quotably said, "they deserve to see that fuckin' masterpiece."

i laughed as i continued to unpack my paints, organizing them on the shelved drawers next to the easel the simons so graciously purchased for me. they cared so much, wanting me to feel welcome and at home.

i turned to tommy, who was leaning down, looking at the other finished pieces i had stuffed into my luggage. "are you coming with me later today?"

the lanky boy frowned, "wish i could, but im s'posed to stream around the time my parents plan on heading out."

i just nodded, "its okay, tell chat i say hi."

"will do," he smiled. i think he was just glad i was already getting used to him being a streamer. he told me a lot of people that he's met are quite estranged to the idea, but i didn't mind. it was "a breath of fresh air".

we finished unpacking my art supplies and afterwards tommy waved goodbye, as he had to prepare for his stream. apparently he is a part of a storyline on a minecraft server. i'd have to check it out someday. once he left, i started shuffling through my neat dresser, looking for something to wear. I wanted to look nice, as this was my first impression outside of papers and signatures.

ignoring the overwhelming amount of black clothes i owned, i found a simple yet acceptable outfit. baggy blue jeans, which i had drawn all over. it was spotted with flowers, stick figures, hearts, and stars. i found a neon green top, with a rainbow-petaled flower embroidered on the front. i added a heavy amount of necklaces, and some cute dangling earrings. i put on my bucket hat that matched the shirt in color, and finally added on long, white fishnet gloves. i slid on white tennis shoes and went into the bathroom.

im not really big on makeup, but i do appreciate the art and creativity of it. i don't like glitz and glamor, but there's something enticing about artsy eyeliner. i did myself up, and drew tiny red mushrooms on my cheeks, just under my eyes. glad with how i looked, i smiled in the mirror.

schools in russia were plain and boring. we had to wear a uniform, so it was the same everyday. i wasn't really able to be myself, to dress how i wanted. my style was many different things. i've dreamt of life in a small villa, away from city streets, and tending to sweet farm animals. i've also adored the cuteness of lolita fashion, the strong femininity with everything pink and soft. kidcore indie was another. rainbows, toys, everything fully saturated, it was a fever dream come true. Then there was the edginess of goth. two subcultures excited me. traditional, skin as white as porcelain, sharp edges; and mall goth. the modern touch of more skin, the daring spikes and colors... aesthetics weren't something i could easily choose and stick to i guess.

(that paragraph was honestly just me projecting my love and indecisiveness lol)

by the time i was finished, it was about time to go. i grabbed my coat and walked to tommy's room, where i could hear him yelling slightly. i knocked, wanting to come in and say hello to chat, and goodbye to my 'roommate'.

"im streaming!" tommy yelled from behind the door.

"i know, глупый. can i come in?" i laughed.

after i heard a yes from tommy, i opened the door, seeing minecraft on one of his monitors and streaming software on the other. "ello, y/n. you leaving?"

"yeah, just wanted to say hello to the chat." i smiled, my slightly sharp canines peeking from behind my top lip.

tommy looked at me for the first time, and by looked i mean really looked. his face tinted the lightest shade of pink as he quickly turned to his computer. "you look nice..." his voice was small, contrasting the yelling i heard earlier.

a giggle escaped my lips, "thanks. you are wearing the same thing as you were when i got here this weekend."

"no! i changed! these are clean!"

"do you have copies of the same fucking shirt?" i laughed in disbelief.

"maybe..." he sheepishly sunk into his chair.

i shook my head, chuckling still. tommy looked at the chat, who was all spamming a word i didn't quite understand.

"tommy," i squinted, trying to read the words flashing on the screen, "whats y/s/n?"

tommy's face flushed, for reasons to which i was unaware of, and he yelled, "NONONO! CHAT DON'T SAY SHIT LIKE THAT!" he laughed, burying his face in his hands. "jesus- don't worry about it y/n, its nothing." his eyes darted around the room, looking for something to change the subject, before he jumped from his seat.

i stopped leaning on his desk (something i was unaware that i was doing), and stood up shocked at tommy's sudden movement.

"chat! look! look at this! y/n painted this! and they let me keep it!" he took the painting off of the wall, and rushed back to his chair, showing the canvas to the camera.

i bashfully looked away from the webcam, trying to hide my reddening cheeks. he was so proud of me. he adored my work.

"aren't they amazing?! look at this shit!" he laughed, and pulled the painting away from the camera to look at me. "you said its older right? when and why did you paint it?"

my stance shifted. i would tell him the full truth if it wasn't for the thousands of people watching. "ah- i painted it months ago. i guess when my parents told me i would become an transfer exchange student it.. inspired me i guess." it wasn't a total lie, but i didn't want to admit my depression and adhd in front of strangers online.

tommy nodded, presumably content with my answer. he went and hung it back up on the wall and smiled, "well, you shouldn't keep my parents waiting."

i nodded and waved goodbye to him, and the chat. mr and mrs. simons were ready for me, and i smiled at them. to say i was nervous was an understatement, and i was only enrolling. i can't imagine how i'll feel tomorrow.

but i guess the only way to find out what tomorrow holds is to live through today.