"Tommy," you said as your hot tears roll down your already mascara and eyeliner stained cheeks, your face burning with fear and hatred. Tommy looks at you confused and annoyed before realizing what he had done. He snaps back to reality from his rage and gently but wearily places a hand on your cheek. He hurridly attempts to wipe away the tears that continue still to flow down your face, as if a broken faucet. "No no no no no, don't cry!" he attempts to say, but his own tears start to choke him as well. "I didn't mean to-" "Tommy, you know I hate it when we fight." "Yeah I know, but-" "It's as if you want to fight. You make up reasons to be mad. It's scary. I hate it. So much." "I don't mean t-" "No, you do. You really do mean to. All you want to do is hurt me. You know exactly what you're doing. You're trying to pick fights. and it needs to stop."
"CUT"
"Great job, y/n! You too, Tommy!" the director says as an intern rushes to get some makeup wipes for my face. Tommy looks at you as if asking if you were okay. "Dude, nice job. The tears looked so real!"
"That's the whole point, Tommy. I'm an actor."
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Song of Hearts - tommyinnit x reader (she/her)
Romance"I'm not motivated by money, I'm motivated by hot girls." - Tom Simons (01/07/21) Tommy's best friend of 3 years has a secret... and so does he.
