into you | t.h [discontinued]

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poppyravensong: this me with camfoster who i'm apparently cheating on tom with. now, here are the things that don't add up. tom and i are not dating. also, next to cameron and i is grantwdalton who is cam's fiance. i'm 100% single, so how am i cheating ??
there is nothing going on between tom and i (so, no he's not a boy toy) or cam and i.
as for grant and cam, hope i'm still invited to the wedding #yikes
(also the photo cam posted was from almost 3 years ago, so no, we're not that cozy together)
tagged; eonline
329k likes, 2.1k comments

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Poppy doesn't know whether or not she's exaggerating or not, but after seeing the comment about her brother, she just snapped. After crying for a solid half an hour while memories of Bradley flooded her brain, memories she had tried so hard to push back, memories she never truly dealt with, the blonde cleaned her tears and texted the groupchat. That was three days ago.

In the meantime, E!News has already written an article about her. She's currently scrolling through the comments of Cameron's Instagram post, while ignoring the texts she's getting. After she left the MCU cast group chat, and after her co-stars stopped trying to add her back, they started texting her themselves. During the first day, after her Skype call, it was Elizabeth, Mackie, Katherine, Emeraude, and Tom who texted her. She answered Em and Kat, and read Tom's texts asking how she is and giving her encouraging words, but didn't even open the rest.

Liz knocked on the blonde's door for a while, but eventually, even she gave up. It took Poppy yelling for her to go away for her to leave, but she did.

Now, a weekend later, another knock is heard on her door. "Whoever it is, just lea-" She's cut off by a muffled voice from the other side of the door. Thankfully, she somehow heard him.

"It's Tom." She hears the voice say say. She freezes slightly, not knowing what to say. She doesn't want to yell at him, a part of her even wants to let him in, but she stops herself. "I'm sorry, okay, Pops? They all are, actually. Just let me inside." He borderline begs, making the blonde sigh, biting her lip so hard she winces, before getting up and hesitantly opening the door. "Hey." He says, under his breath, looking the girl up and down.

She's wearing some leggings with an over-sized shirt. Bradley's over-sized shirt. It doesn't smell like him anymore, but she still wears it. Her hair is in a very messy bun and her face is free of makeup but she doesn't really care, and neither does he. "What are you doing here?" She asks, her voice soft. He can see that she's been crying, and he assumes it's because of the comments. Truth is, he's only half right.

"Well, you left me on read." He says, making her chuckle sadly. "And, I feel guilty. I'm sorry for them, none of them mean-" She cuts him off, shaking her head.

"No, I get it," She says, her voice still soft. "It's not that, or just that, at least. I'm mad at them, yeah, but I'm just- That reminded me of things that I wanted to put behind me." She shrugs, trying to fake nonchalance, but he sees through it.

"Then, let's get your mind off it." He says, making her eyes widen. "Let's go, right now. Come on." He proposes.

"Go where?" She asks, slightly confused.

"I don't know. But, you're getting out of here." He shrugs, making a smile fall on her face.

"Wait, then let me get dressed-" He cuts her off, grabbing her hand as she starts to turn around.

"You look great, babe, let's just go." He says, making her pull a face. She says his name in a tone that makes him laugh as she half glares at him, before he lets go of her. "Fine, okay, go get dressed. See, I can compromise." He says, making her chuckle genuinely, an actual smile on her face. She lets him in, grabbing some clothes quickly, barely thinking about what she's taking before darting to the bathroom, while Tom plops down on her bed, muttering something along the lines of "Bloody girls."

Once inside the en-suite bathroom, the girl finally looks at the clothes, seeing she grabbed a baby blue, sleeveless, knitted crop top, a pair of jeans, a plaid patterned mini-skirt, and a t-shirt with a butterfly on it's pocket. She sighs, grabbing the crop top and the jeans, throwing them on, before putting on some concealer, not having the time for foundation. She puts on some eyeliner and mascara, because goddamn it she is not leaving without eyeliner on, and put on a baby pink lip gloss. Running a brush through her hair, and putting it in a high ponytail, the blonde spritzes on some strawberry perfume and exits the bathroom, a mere twelve minutes after entering it.

Tom looks up from his phone as Poppy puts on some sneakers, grabs her wallet, keys, a cardigan, and sunglasses, before they leave, his hand around her waist, ideas on how to cheer her up clouding his mind.

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tomholland2013: took this photo two seconds before she noticed a butterfly landing on a flower
tagged; poppyravensong
435k likes, 3.4k comments

username1: TOPPY IS FUCKING ALIVE

anthonymackie: now this is the kind of content i'm on this website for

poppyravensong: tomholland2013 thank you for a great day, and thanks for being there for me

poppyaravensong: anthonymackie still mad at u don't think ur off the hook

elizabetholsen: poppyravensong anthonymackie at least ur back in the gc

username2: SHE'S SO PRETTY IM !!

username3: CANDID GOALS

username4: i still think she's a hoe

username5: username4 same tom deserves better

tomholland2013: username4 username5 this has nothing to do with me. poppy's my friend and she makes me happy. stop offending my friends please.

username6: TOPPY AS FUCK