#thommy love

[edwards-exploit]

Mere seconds after the outburst, Thomas whistled with incongruous cheer — and brought back the first half of the rake humming.    He was merrily oblivious to Toby and Henrietta exchanging worried looks.

rereading Small World by @mean-scarlet-deceiver again and I'm having feelings. Oh, Thomas...

[mariatesstruther]

okay but sarah celebrating tommy every year for mother’s day

[sidneycarter]

thinking deeply about thomas just wanting to love and jimmy just wanting to be loved.

like thomas above everything else just wants to be able to offer himself fully and leave nothing spare. he wants to dedicate his entire soul, his entire heart to the person he loves even in the harshness of a world that wants him to live that love in secret.

and jimmy wants to feel true, actual love that’s not just based on the facade he’s created. he wants someone to see through the bravado and the tendency to be perceived as a good-time-guy and to fall for the pieces of person he’s trying to be.

and so together they can fill the holes in each others hearts. it’s about the look on thomas’ face when he calls jimmy his darling boy and jimmy grins. it’s about jimmy shaking with nerves and anticipation and desire the first time they’re intimate as he realises that this can be about love too. it’s about thomas brushing jimmys hair out of his eyes so tenderly as he falls asleep and knowing that he’s made someone feel safe and love in his arms. it’s about jimmy putting on a show, performing for the servants hall with ragtime tunes and cheeky winks thrown at housemaids, but feeling settled and safe in the knowledge that when it’s just him and thomas he can be shy and awkward and that’s a part of him that’s worth loving too.

just the two of them truly being that pair, heads always together, hands sneakily entwined under the table, companionable silence, warm cuddles on cold winter nights, fingers carding through hair, cheek kisses, shared cups of tea, safety and comfort and love, love, love.

[thenightblogjameth]

You're a real pal.

[chonky-thomas]

Happy Fat Fic Friday! and welcome back for another Chonky Thomas fic rec.

By the Light of the Night, by ao3 user The_Lake_King, mostly takes place during the night of the fire, during which Jimmy realises - through flashbacks - that he actually has feelings for Thomas, and that Thomas's recent weight gain - due in no small part to Jimmy's love language consisting of many gifts of sweet treats - has only increased his attraction.

[jabimogodamogu]

[queenmelancholy]

What if…?

If Jimmy played the piano, Thomas would play the cello.

[crinkly-spinkly]

Some of the lads go to the arcade and have an experience

Because SMX added the updated charts to my local arcade cabinet

Entirely based off of my buddies having the time of their lives under the cut akfhzbfjsj

[thommi-tomate]

My cutie pies and Harold 🥰

[junodarling]

Likely due to how RJC and Ed Speleers played them, I will die believing Jimmy Kent loved Thomas Barrow.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

I recently discovered that I was born on the same day as Drew, you mean?? THAT'S- what were the chances? I was so happy! ❤️🐬

omg this is like the day when i was like 12 and found out i had the same birthday as niall from one direction and it cemented him as my forever favorite

[leonsliga]

Goodbyes are never easy, but these wrecked me

X

[8iunie]

Thomas Raggi | Paramount Theatre | Seattle, Washington, U.S. | 31.10.2022 | LOUD KIDS TOUR

🎥 amartinez0308

[sidneycarter]

love the idea that post The Situation thomas is just increasingly obtuse when it comes to jimmy's feelings.

so when one day mrs hughes mentions in passing at how much easier it is to handle james now he's settled down, thomas is incredibly confused. and a little bit heartbroken too of course.

it gets even stranger when on valentine's day alfred sulkily asks jimmy how many cards he's sent that year and jimmy merely shrugs and smirks. mrs patmore chastises them for gossiping and announces that surely, jimmy's only got one to be sending.

then one night, most of the staff are enjoying a rare night off in the pub. as usual, a host of pretty girls surround jimmy, and one particularly brave one asks jimmy if he's got any plans on one of his half days. jimmy throws her a cheeky wink and says "sorry, darling, but i'm spoken for."

thomas starts feeling really rather hurt. he's known all along that this would happen eventually - that jimmy would eventually move on and find a nice village lass, but it still stings to hear it. somehow, it hurts even more knowing that clearly jimmy has fallen for someone but he hasn't even told thomas.

thomas puts on a brave face and elbows daisy in the side. "d'ya hear that? jimmy's kept that quiet 'asn't he?"

daisy looks at him with a frown and cocks her head to the side. "well, not really--" but before she can say anything else she's swept up into the rowdy conversation of the table.

a few weeks later, thomas and jimmy are alone in the servants hall, with thomas reading the paper in his rocking chair and jimmy tapping out melodies on the piano. the tune he's playing is sweet and gentle, and thomas finds himself swaying his head along. as the song draws to a close, a gentle round of applause sounds from the doorway.

baxter stands smiling. "let me call you sweetheart is one of my favourites. it was beautiful, jimmy."

jimmy blushes prettily and stands, closing the piano lid. "thank you, mrs baxter. good night."

after he's gone from the room, baxter enters to fill herself a glass of water. she smiles fondly at thomas. "he's so smitten you know. head over heels." she rolls her eyes affectionately.

it takes months until thomas finally figures out the truth of what's going on. well, to say he figures it out is somewhat generous.

he's in the servants hall again, this time feeling a little despondent with a cup of tea. jimmy had gone to the pictures with alfred of all people, their friendship seemingly improved since jimmy's given up on chasing ivy's skirt. thomas is resolutely not waiting up to make sure jimmy gets home safe. anna is the only other person still up, and she sits opposite thomas stitching one of lady mary's hemlines in companionable silence.

thomas dwells on his own thoughts for a while, until anna rests her sewing on the table and fixes him with a worried look. "are you quite alright, mr barrow?"

"hm? oh, yes anna, i'm very well thank you." he takes a sip of his tea to hide his moue.

anna looks unconvinced. "thomas," she says seriously, "is it-- have you and jimmy had a falling out?"

that genuinely surprises thomas. for all his worry and sadness over jimmy's as yet unknown love interest, they'd never fallen out. "no, no, of course not. he's just busy, that's all, which is to be expected now he's, you know," thomas waves his cup vaguely in the air, "courting the mystery lady."

anna chokes on a laugh. "the mystery lady?"

"yes. he's-- he's courting someone, isn't he? everyone keeps saying that he's... or suggesting that he's taken with someone." Thomas adds somewhat bitterly, "seems quite serious if you ask me. not that he's told me anything about it of course."

anna stops giggling and looks at him oddly. "thomas you-- you can't mean--"

"-- do you know who she is, anna?" thomas interrupts a little desperately. he's becoming tired of it all and he just wants to know-- how bad it is, for how long he's going to have to tend to his broken heart.

"thomas. thomas, jimmy's sweetheart is-- well, it's you."

"me?" thomas has a brief, sickening memory of his feelings before, and how miss o'brien toyed with them so badly. but he knows in his gut, that anna would never, and could never do that. he knows she's being honest, as confusing and terrifying as the statement may be.

"yes." anna smiles. "he's like a little puppy when he's with you. surely you've noticed? he gazes at you with stars in his eyes. he wants to do everything you do, and it seems like every other conversation is all about what you've been telling him this week. he only ever plays love songs on the piano when you're in the room. he laughs at all your jokes and he's not even glanced in the direction of a girl since last year." anna shakes her head. "i thought you knew and were just letting him get used to it."

"no i didn't -- i didn't know, i thought," thomas can feel himself blushing, "i don't know what i thought."

anna stands with a stifled yawn. "you make each other very happy. if you really didn't know, i think you ought to talk to him. good night, mr barrow."

"good night anna. and thank you."

thomas is left in the still and quiet of the room, watching the steam spiral up from his cup. a private and hopeful smile spreads across his face. yes, he thinks, nodding his head, perhaps we should talk.

[meduseld]

It Pricks Like Thorn

Jimmy leaps before he looks and understands things on the way down. It works out.

(Check out the tags and the fic on AO3)

[elorrabean]

A complete year. A tour through all the Seasons of Chonk. Sixteen fics. Sixty thousand words. So much smut. A surprising amount of feels. My extended album of modern era alternate universe stories.

It's...The Gravyverse.