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𝖳𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝟨:𝟣𝟣 𝗉.𝗆.

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR BITCHASS
DIDN'T TELL ME

the ultimate daddy 🐙
TELL YOU WHAT

ABOUT YOU AND TOM

the ultimate daddy 🐙
i'm confused what about me
and tom

I SWEAR YOU ARE SO STUPID

the ultimate daddy 🐙
HEY

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT
YOU TWO HAD SEX FOR THE FIRST
TIME

the ultimate daddy 🐙
😳😐😶

DUDE THAT'S HUGE
ok not like his dick size huge
because i don't want to know
how big but like you know what
i mean

the ultimate daddy 🐙
and this is why i didn't tell you

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

the ultimate daddy 🐙
because i didn't want you to turn
it into a big deal because it isn't

i swear the god with all this
lying you do, you're going
straight to hell

the ultimate daddy 🐙
-.-

amandla

the ultimate daddy 🐙
look
i know it's a big deal and i'm
still trying to wrap my head
around it because i can't believe
it happened

i can't believe that this is the
first time you two have had sex
i thought that shit happened ages
ago

the ultimate daddy 🐙
no... oral sex is not the same as
penetrative sex keils

i know that but like still
given how infatuated you two
were when you first dated and
how much you still are now... idk

the ultimate daddy 🐙
it's fair to assume we had, my
mom thought the same until i
told her last night

so what i'm hearing is that your
mom and i are the only ones
that know????

the ultimate daddy 🐙
and z & row, but yes

soooooo

the ultimate daddy 🐙
soooooo

did he rock your world or what

the ultimate daddy 🐙
ROCKJFGBREHJFDJESD SHUT
UP GBERDJKNFSVNJDKFW

i'm taking that as the world's
biggest yes

the ultimate daddy 🐙
yes... he rocked my shit

i need DETAILS
i need the TEA ☕🐸

the ultimate daddy 🐙
such as????

ya know for someone who makes
so many sexual comments, jokes,
and suggestions... you turn into a
real mary sue when it comes to
your own sex life

the ultimate daddy 🐙
i- ok that's fair

was he better than ethan: yes or no
the people need to know

the ultimate daddy 🐙
by people, you mean you & haz?

obvi

the ultimate daddy 🐙
they're both really good at
different things

that's not a yes or no
- haz

the ultimate daddy 🐙
-.-

whatever your answer is, it
won't leave harrison and i.
scouts honor

the ultimate daddy 🐙
bitch your scouts honor doesn't
mean shit and you know it

shhhhhhhhhhh
now spill

the ultimate daddy 🐙
yes he was better than ethan
and if you ss this and send it to
anyone i will END YOUR LIFE

HAH WE KNEW IT

the ultimate daddy 🐙
SHUT UP

he must have rocked your world
off its fucking axis cause damn
we both know how good the sex
was with ethan

the ultimate daddy 🐙
let's not talk about that

oh we aren't anymore
it's all about tom now, baby

the ultimate daddy 🐙
ok stan twitter i see you

;)
we're talking more about this
tonight at the club

the ultimate daddy 🐙
tom's coming, isn't he?

nah i'm pretty sure he came
the other day

the ultimate daddy 🐙
i hate you.

実生活 // 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

     AMANDLA JONES COULD FEEL THE BASS OF THE MUSIC BEFORE SHE EVEN STEPPED OUT OF THE CAR. Shutting the passenger door behind her, the crisp winter air blew her straightened hair back. Almost immediately, she regretted only wearing a flowing high-waisted white skirt that reached her ankles and had a slit going all the way down the sides of her legs, a lacey black bralette, an oversized black blazer, and black thin-strapped heels. Her ankles, sides of her legs, upper chest, and face were fully exposed to the chilling wind and she shivered. A part of her wished she'd worn thicker clothes but knew that the moment she stepped into the club that she would be wishing she wore less from how hot and stuffy it was going to be.

     "Pretty sure this is the most skin I've ever seen you shown," Elysia Dayman called, locking the vehicle and making her way to Amandla's side.

     Rolling her eyes, the blonde hooked their arms together. "And I'm regretting it already," she sighed; the two of them made their way to the entrance.

     "Oh, I'm not. If I wasn't with Sam, I'd definitely be fighting to be the one taking you home tonight," the brown-haired girl replied, winking.

     Amandla laughed. "The only person taking me home tonight is the two of you since Sam has been elected as the sober driver."

     Once stepping foot inside the building, the two searched for their group. Elysia and Keilah had been the ones to organize the New Year's Eve party tonight at the club and informed Amandla that she had to attend. According to them, it was time to stop being a homebody and let loose for a night. Despite her protests, she caved and now found herself in a room full of strangers, blaring music, and alcohol.

     The second they managed to spot Sam in the back left corner, they were quick to push their way in-between the crowd. As they approached, Amandla shrugged off the blazer, warming up.

     "Babe!" Elysia called over the noise, capturing her boyfriend's attention.

     Sam turned his head mid-sentence, eyes landing on the two. "Oh, thank God you're here," he breathed the moment they arrived at the table where everybody's stuff had been placed.

     "Are you already regretting volunteering to be Sober Sally?" the brown-haired girl asked; the couple shared a quick kiss.

     "Yes," the freckle-faced twin groaned, snaking an arm around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

     Without a second thought, Amandla dropped the blazer on a chair that held Harrison and Keilah's things. "Where's the Queen and King?" she asked, tossing her hair behind her shoulder.

     "Damn, Jones!" A familiar voice shouted, and she shook her head.

     "Never mind," she nodded to Sam and Elysia, who wore amused smirks.

     "Sam, you can go ahead and take Amandla off of your list of people to drive. She's not going back to her place tonight." At that, Amandla spun on her heel to see Harrison, Harry, and Keilah making their way towards them. She narrowed her eyes.

     Holding back a provocative comment, Keilah winked at her. "Looks like someone took my advice to show some skin tonight," she mused.

     "You're welcome!" Amandla replied sarcastically, throwing her arms out to her sides.

     Harry whistled. "When Tom sees you... he's going to lose it," he commented, giving her a cheeky grin. The YouTuber's cheeks flushed.

     "Who knows," Harrison spoke up, "maybe he'll be the one that takes you home tonight."

     Everyone nodded in agreement as the blonde's face burned red. "You know what, a drink sounds really nice right about now," she breathed, breaking away and hastily making her way towards the bar.

     The very thought of going home with Tom was enough to set her nerves on edge and she wanted a shot. It wasn't that she was against the idea, it was that she was worried that if things continued to get physical between them that he would forget everything that'd happened between them, forget what he said on her birthday, and lose track of the point that this was their second chance. His second chance. Sex was nice, but it didn't fix trust issues and didn't prove that he was serious about not lying and hurting her the way he had before. Which was the exact point he made three days ago.

     After ordering a shot of vodka, Amandla leaned against the bar, running a hand through her hair. Electric dance music pumped through the air and the lights were blinking in different colors and speeds, causing her to feel somewhat disoriented. The crowd was dense yet closely packed together, everybody moving along to the beat of the song.

     "You good?" Keilah asked, joining the YouTuber at the bar.

     Looking over in her direction, Amandla shrugged. "I don't know," she sighed, shooting the bartender a smile as he slid her the vodka shot. Picking it up, she quickly threw it into the back of her mouth and swallowed. Wincing at the burning sensation in her throat, she placed the glass back down.

     The shorter blonde raised a brow. "It looks like someone's trying to distract herself," she observed.

     Amandla inwardly groaned. Keilah knew her better than she knew herself, she couldn't hide anything from her. "Yup," she muttered, popping the p.

     "Do you want me to tell the guys to stop commenting on you and Tom?" Keilah asked, raising a brow. She knew her best friend didn't mind the teasing and jokes, but only to a particular point. It was clear that the blonde was struggling with whatever was happening between her and the brown-haired actor, and the comments weren't helping.

     As her eyes trailed around the club, they froze once they'd landed on Tom, who'd just arrived with some of Elysia's friends from Uni. "No, it's fine." Amandla sighed, bringing her gaze back to the girl on her right. "I just—I'm scared that by him and I getting more physical that the real reason why we're even spending time together will get lost. This is our second chance, you know? This is his second chance, and the only one I have in me to give. And I really don't want to regret it."

     Frowning, Keilah reached over and interlaced their fingers. "Tom knows that; he hasn't forgotten. This is something he never thought would happen, and he won't screw it up again. He loves you so much, Mands." Keilah stressed, tugging on the latter's hand. Amandla reluctantly met her stare. "All he wants is you, just as you are and he's not going to let physical factors alter his motive and ultimate goal: to win you back and prove that what you have is worth giving another shot; that you can trust him. He can't promise he'll never hurt you again because that's always going to be inevitable, but what he can promise is that he'll do his damndest to ensure that you are loved and cared for, and treated the way you deserve to be."

     A lump was rising in the blonde's throat and she pushed it down. "How do you know all of that?" she questioned roughly.

     "Do you have any idea how much he has talked to Harrison and I about this? This isn't new, he's been feeling this way and more for nearly two years. You're it for him, Mands. You're all he wants." Keilah breathed, squeezing her hand. Amandla squeezed back. "But tonight I think you should push those worries away. For one night, let go and indulge yourself. Just be here, in the present, and let everything else be saved for tomorrow. You deserve it."

     "Thank you," Amandla smiled softly, pulling her into a side hug and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I love you."

     Her best friend smiled at her cheekily. "And I, you. Now, I'm going to go out on the dance floor and your ass better join me soon."

     Laughing, the YouTuber nodded. "I will," she promised, watching as Keilah ran over and grabbed Harrison, dragging him to the dance floor. With a small smile, she watched as the two began dancing to the pop song that was blasting from the speakers. Suddenly, her vision was blocked and her eyes trailed up to find Tom standing in front of her. Blinking, she straightened her posture. "Hey," she greeted.

     "You look... breathtaking," he replied, eyes wide.

     A loose smile dangled off her red lips and she chuckled at the stunned expression on his face. "Keils told me to show some skin, so I delivered," she nodded, lightly biting down on her bottom lip as she watched his eyes roam over every inch of her.

     "Y-Yeah, you definitely did," the brown-haired actor stuttered, cheeks flushing pink when he noticed that she'd just witnessed him extensively checking her out.

     "You don't look too bad yourself," Amandla returned, and he chuckled.

     Shuffling his feet, he met her eyes. "So uh, how long do you plan on staying?" Tom questioned, feeling nervous standing in front of her. She looked ethereal and he knew that everyone in the room had taken a moment to stare at her. Out of the corner of his eye, he could already see two guys staring down their way.

     Amandla shrugged. "However long Sam stays. He's my ride," she answered, not noticing someone heading toward them. "What about you?"

     Before Tom could reply, someone interrupted the conversation. "Excuse me, mate." A voice cut in, and Tom stepped to the side, making room for a dark-skinned man who resembled a combination of Shemar Moore and Jordan Calloway. "Is this your girl?" he checked, looking between the two.

     Tom bit the inside of his cheek and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "No, no," he shook his head, clearing his throat as he glanced at the ground. He couldn't say yes. They weren't together and he couldn't lie and say they were.

     "In that case, would you like to dance?" the stranger asked, making eye-contact with the blonde.

     Her cheeks dusted pink and she pushed herself off the bar, hesitantly nodding. "Uh yeah, sure," she agreed, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see Tom stiffen. Taking his hand, Amandla allowed the man to guide her out to the dance floor.

     "I'm Liam."

     "Amandla."

     Slowly turning around, Tom clenched his jaw as he watched the two join everybody on the dance floor. He should have asked her right away instead of standing there like an idiot. Mentally cursing at himself, he huffed. After a minute, he forced himself to look away when the stranger's hands curled around Amandla's waist. There was an ache in his chest as he wanted, more than anything, to be the one touching her.

     "Jealous much?" Harry remarked, making his way up to his older brother. He'd just left the dance floor, sweat glistening on his forehead.

     Tom snapped his eyes to him. "Shove it," he grumbled, crossing his arms.

     Harry snorted. "Why didn't you ask her to dance?" he asked once he'd ordered a beer.

     "I-I don't know. I should have. I had the chance to, but I was kind of caught off-guard," the actor breathed.

     "I don't blame you, she looks fine," his brother stated. Tom narrowed his eyes and turned his head. "What?! I'm not going to stand here and act as if Amandla isn't hot. She is. Anyone with eyes can see that."

     "She is. It's just weird hearing you say that considering—"

     "—considering she's your ex and I'm your brother, yeah, but it's the truth. Anyone would be lucky to be with her, including you." Harry finished, giving him a look.

     Sighing, Tom apprehensively turned his gaze back to the crowd, searching for the girl in question. However, he turned up empty. "Wait, where'd she go?" he suddenly asked, standing up straighter.

     Following his stare, Harry furrowed his brows as he also noticed that she'd vanished. "Uh, I don't know," he responded, lowering the drink in his hand. From where they stood, the two couldn't find her face in the crowd or anywhere in the building, and that fact sent a chill down their spines.

     Tom soon identified the man that'd asked her to dance, but she was nowhere in sight. "I'm going to search for her," he mumbled, taking a step forward but he was abruptly blocked.

     "Hey."

     Looking up, his shoulders dropped and a breath of relief left his mouth. "I was about to come looking for you," he stated, reaching forward and grabbing her arm. "Are you okay?"

     Amandla nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was in the bathroom," she replied over the music, stepping forward. Tom nodded. "Come dance with me." Taking his hand in hers, she drew him towards the dance floor.

     "What about the other guy?" the brown-haired Brit called, raising a brow.

    "He wasn't the one I really want to dance with. Now, come on," Amandla urged, never letting go. Harry watched from the bar with a smirk, shaking his head at how speechless his brother was.

     Pulling the two of them further into the crowd, Amandla stopped once she found a good space with enough room for the two of them. "Eyes on me," she instructed, seeing that Tom was eyeing the guy who'd asked her to dance. Liam was feet away, dancing with someone else.

     Tom met her eyes and watched as she draped her arms over his shoulders and tugged him closer. Leaning forward, she pressed a faint kiss to his neck, which instantly snapped him out of his thoughts and his hands landed on her waist. A laugh left her lips and she pulled away, feeling his hands move their bodies to the beat of the music.

     The mounds of people around them created a sweaty atmosphere and Amandla's clothes were already sticking to her. It wasn't long until she felt their bodies press together, grinding back and forth to the rap song that was playing. The ex-couple had never danced together before, and the blonde was relishing in the moment and how Tom was touching her.

     He was a good dancer and although he was one of the most attractive people she knew, his dancing made him that even more alluring and enticing. Their bodies had naturally fallen in sync, following the other's movement. Her arms had remained around his neck and his hands had gradually been traveling all over her. The energy and heat between them had intensified as their eyes stayed locked.

     If anyone looked over at them, they'd assumed they were together. There was no way the two weren't or at least hadn't dated or slept together with how close they were.

     Without warning, Tom suddenly dipped Amandla. A laugh escaped her, but her smiled faded after he'd brought her back up. Their faces were the closest they'd been all night and she gulped. Reaching forward, he tucked her hair behind her ear as his other hand rested on the small of her back. As he did so, their noses brushed and the distance between them was impulsively closed.

     Neither of them was sure who'd closed it, but it didn't matter.

     A hum of contentment came from Amandla as their lips moved together in slow-motion. The kiss was gentle, slow, and passionate. And she nearly melted when she felt Tom cup her cheek, running his thumb over it tenderly as he brought them so close there was no room left. His actions were so gentle and loving, which contrasted with the energy of the club.

     It wasn't until minutes later that the two broke apart and leaned their foreheads together. "I will never grow tired of that," he mumbled, but the music masked his words.

     Peering at him, Amandla smirked when she saw that his lips were lightly painted red from her lipstick. "Red's definitely your color," she commented, and he chuckled. Meeting her eyes, he noticed that the red lipstick on her hadn't smudge a bit somehow, but he could still feel some of it on his lips.

     Around them, everyone was either dancing or making out while they simply stared at the other.

     Tom leaned forward, pressing his lips to her ear and she leaned into him. "You look sexy as hell tonight," he murmured. "I should have asked you to dance earlier before that other guy did."

     Amandla smiled. "I saw you watching us," she replied.

     "I hated seeing someone else touch you like that." The bitterness and jealousy echoed in his words and she felt her heart flutter.

     "If it makes you feel any better, one touch from you is enough is make me weak. With him, there was nothing," she confessed, closing her eyes when she felt Tom's hand run from her spine to her side, slowly trailing his fingers along the exposed skin.

     Smirking against her neck as he felt goosebumps, he dropped his hand and returned it to the small of her back. "Really?" he questioned, his mind flashing to the day of her birthday and everything that ensued.

     Nodding, she gulped when she felt his lips meet her neck. "Yeah," she muttered, her eyes still shut. A trail of kisses was left, one after the other and the blonde was surprised that Tom was being so forward and affectionate in public. Given, they were at a club where most of the people there wouldn't remember what happened that night in the morning. And if someone were to look at them at that very moment, they would only think that they were hugging.

     Swiftly, he pulled back and kissed her, holding her face. Amandla stepped forward. The two smiled, sparks running down to their toes.

     Amandla Jones was like a drug. Every kiss, every touch, every glance, every word spoken—everything with and about her pulled Tom further in. He couldn't get enough and he never wanted to. She was everything to him and he only fell further for her every second they were together.

     Breaking away, the YouTuber stared up at him, all thoughts and worries from earlier slowly returning. However, before they could take over her mind, she felt him take her hand in his.

     Tom pulled her away from the dance floor and to the nearest wall, pressing her against it. The breath in her throat hitched and her eyes widened. Amandla watched him carefully, gulping when she felt his grip move to her hips. What they'd been doing before was simple and sweet, yet now, the tension that'd been building up was back. Neither of them was big on PDA, but as they stood there in the club, everything seemed to fade away.

     Reaching up, she took hold of his shirt and pulled him closer. Their lips brushed and her eyes fluttered shut when she felt his thumbs press into her hipbones. Then, without warning, the brown-haired Brit's lips were back on hers.

     It wasn't slow and passionate, but rather intense and greedy. Amandla's arms snaked around his neck, their bodies pushed together as her backside remained pinned against the wall. The atmosphere of the club seemingly grew hotter the longer they made out, but neither of them cared.

     Feeling Tom nibble on her bottom lip, she moaned. He smirked and pulled away, squeezing her hips.

      "Why did you stop?" Amandla breathed, her chest rising and falling against his. Her cheeks were slightly red due to the lack of oxygen to her lungs and her heart was racing.

     Tom leaned forward and nipped at a spot behind her ear. Instantaneously, her eyes closed and she let out a shaky breath. "How do you feel about getting out of here?" he mumbled against her skin. His question sent chills down her spine and she gulped. Keilah's words from earlier replayed in her mind. For one night, let go and indulge yourself.

     Upon feeling his thumbs press against her hipbones again, Amandla nodded. Indulge yourself. "What did you have in mind?" she mumbled, and he kissed the skin below her ear.

     "Your place?" he suggested, moving so they were now seeing eye-to-eye. Tom watched as she reached up and wiped the lipstick off his face with her thumb. As she did so, they maintained eye contact, which only thickened the sexual tension.

     "Have you drank tonight?" she asked, her hand falling to his chest.

     Tom shook his head. "For once, no. I didn't want to be drunk in case anything happened between us," he admitted, and his confession caused her cheeks to burn. "Have you?"

     Amandla nodded. "Only one shot, but I have a feeling it left my system two hours ago," she answered, inhaling sharply as he squeezed her hips and kissed her tenderly. "What was that for?" she asked once they broke apart seconds later.

     "Nothing. Everything," he shrugged, and she tilted her head to the side. "I love you and need to know if it's okay if anything further happens tonight. I don't want to push the limits or you."

     Darting her eyes in-between his, she bit down on her lip. By the way he was staring at her, she knew that every second of this was real and genuine. He was all in it with her, right then and there, and every moment after. He was being serious, and that fact brought upon a sense of reassurance.

     "Thank you," she whispered, and he nodded. "It's okay. I want to leave with you."

     At her answer, a bright smile spread across his face. "Let's get our coats then."

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     hey everyone!! i hope you all enjoyed the ninety-first chapter!

     soooo... i might have gotten a bit carried away when writing this. do i regret it? no. tomandla is slowly on the rise, folks. (or is it????)

     the next chapter is when the drama kicks back up for round 3753950248. the next ten chapters are about to be emotional and filled with a lot of events happening. so, get ready.

     also... to everyone who loved the last chapter... y'all nasty. (jk!) but thank you for the love on it, i'm still embarrassed that i actually wrote that shit. here's to hoping nobody i know irl reads that shit!!

     𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: thank you all for taking the time out of your days to comment on this story. it means a lot and helps the story be spread to a wider audience &&& gives me the opportunity to grow as an author. all i ask is that people vote on each chapter, please. as a creator, it takes time to write and develop stories. especially social media-based ones because there's so much to take into consideration and the amount of time i've dedicated to finding graphics, screenshotting everything kelsey simone (and other characters) posts, making graphics, etc., is ridiculous. so please, vote on every chapter. it means a lot more than i could ever express.

     don't forget to vote & comment!