#you thought I was gonna use the famous 'one more' speech as the caption for this one didn't you! I subverted your expectations!

[jimmyspades]

"The concept of a last stand sounds so heroically romantic, doesn’t it, Donald? But there’s a good reason why we didn’t see what happened to Butch and Sundance. Being riddled by bullets and left to rot under a scorching Bolivian sky does not a sequel make. And if you’ve surmised nothing about me by now, know this—I’m gonna be around for the sequel." THE BLACKLIST 1.09 "Anslo Garrick (No. 16)"

[joylessholland]

Just A Guy I Like (Part 4)

TOMXMALEREADER

(1,037, srry it kinda short it was like 865 till i wrote the last paragraph which is kinda just an epilogue to the story)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of hate crime, i had a bad migraine so the last paragraph sucks lol!

A/N: This is the MAYBE last part i don’t have any more ideas after this but if you wanna give me some requests i would love to see if i can write it. It can be for fanfics or just any story you want it doesn't even have to be real world it could be like fantasy or someshit! ENJOY!

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Masterlist

“I’m gay” Tom spoke slowly and calmly to his three friends, “When did you realize?” Zendaya said moving to sit next to Tom “I’ve known for a while” he spoke quietly “What took you so long to come out?” Harrison asked “I was nervous, and embarrassed, I didn’t know if you guys would hate me or not” his voice cracks as tears sting his eyes “Dude, we could never hate you” Jacob says patting Tom on the back “Oh, honey we love you all the same, just cause your gay doesn’t change who you are to us” Zendaya coos “What made you do it now?” she asks “I went to a drag club and someone took my picture and are blackmailing me with it” he said. “Is it that cute club in west Hollywood” “Yeah, why” “I love that place” Zendaya says her mind wondering “Z, you good?” Harrison says. “I’ve got a plan to show that photographer your proud of who you are” she smiles

“Vince, is Vin working today?” Tom asks Maggie who is washing a table “No” she says coldly stomping past him “Mags, Mags wait, what’s wrong?”  “What do you care, it’s your fault” she snaps “What happened?” he pleads “You don’t even know, WOW” she growls “Go find out for yourself” she throws keys at him and stomps into the kitchen passing Morgan the manager “Your Tom?” he asks “It depends, are you gonna yell at me too?” “No, don’t mind her Vinnie is the closest thing she’s got to family, go before she comes back.” The drive to your apartment felt like an eternity to Tom as he sped down the street. Screeching the car to a halt he rushes up your building using the keys Mags tossed his ways to open the door, though it took a few tries since the correct key was never specified. Finding the right key, he burst into the apartment, “I thought you were working till five” you call “Vin” Tom calls closing the door behind him.

             Emerging from the bedroom a shocked gasp escapes Toms lips, you were shirtless a bandage wrapped around your ribs, you had a black eye, busted lips, a few bruises, and a cut on your arm. Tom steps forward “What the hell happened to you, you won’t answer my calls, my texts” his voice dripping with concern and guilt “Nothing, I’m fine you didn’t have to come all this way” you say emotionlessly “Don’t you fucking dare, Mags was right this is all my fault” he runs his hand through his curls “No, it’s not” you say swallowing the lump in your throat “Two guys jumped me while I was walking to the bus stop, it was a senseless hate crime” he stands there lip quivering “It is my fault, if I never would have left you, you’d be fine” tears fall down his face as he turns his back to you. Limping over to him you put a hand on his shoulder “I told you to leave, there’s nothing you could have done, or can do” you speak quietly rubbing his arm “What if they would have killed you, if I was there I could have… I could have stopped them” he lets out a sob “OR maybe you would have gotten in the way and they would have killed you too, plus if I died I’m sure someone would have called you” you joke “It’s not funny” he turns to face you “I’m sorry” you whisper “For what, I overreacted, I was not being proud of who I am, who we are” he pulls out his phone and loads Instagram. “look I’m always up for selfie but…” he holds it out to you, his last post is pulled up on the screen, The picture the paparazzi took of him at the club, dancing hands above his head having a great time with the caption:

           For a long time, I’ve kept something from you all and now that I’m proud of who I am and what I’ve made for myself, and I love you all so much you’re the best fans in the world so I wanna share this part of my life with you. At this moment in time there is a man named Maxwell Harper who took this picture of me and told me that if I didn’t give him money he would send it out to every news outlet he could so I’m here to do it for him. That picture is of me at The Shoe Factory drag club dancing to a wonderful song by the beautiful Lola, and I’m there dancing with my date who is just a guy I like, I am gay!

“That is the most famous person coming out speech ever” you laugh “Shut up” he says pushing you playfully “I’m happy for you” you wipe a tear from his eye “I love you” his words take you by surprise. “You don’t have to say anythi-“ you cut him off with a kiss, this kiss makes your heart skip a beat, it makes your first kiss look like a peck. You can taste his salty tears, you can feel the love behind this kiss. “I love you too, British” you coo.

 The weeks following Toms coming out were full of interviews, lovely videos from fans, and even more speculation on who you were. Maggie had forgiven Tom quickly after you told her of his proclamation of love. “She started planning our wedding on Pinterest” you told Tom as he handed you a mug of coffee “Dotted or Stripped place settings?” he questioned sarcastically “Golden Border actually, yeah” he laughed kissing your cheek. You stayed at his place last night it had become a normal thing waking to the smell of expensive coffee, or the sound of the tea kettle whistling and not the smell of cheap hairspray and the sound of Maggie rapping Nicki Minaj. Since coming out Tom seemed so happy, he held your hand in public, he introduced you to his friends and his brothers when they visited. He told you every day that he loved you and every day you were reminded how happy you truly were!

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