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wikipedialuvr · 1 year

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GAYBOY GREG <3

'eke out time in my calendar' you sweet summer child

LMFAO THE CHAIR SCRAPES

roman i think youre overestimating how valuable you are to logan lmfao

uncle sam giving connor roy a handy??

LMAO NOT THE TAX EVASION

yeah buddy just like halmet..

LOL meat-puppet husband

HAHA GREG GETS TO GO ON THE RETREAT

gerri and carolina were about to kiss

OH NO... GREG BABY HIDE.

kendall he was not kidding.

LMAO frank is not vibing w roman

connor damage control

omfg everyone wants shiv

except succession-bernie ig

GAY ASS HUNTING OUTFITS

yeah my roommate rat-fucker sam

'yes of course you can trust me... to a point, yes :)' LMAO

is shiv gonna fuck chris.

pausing 31:38 ^__^

baaack

LMAO this hunting is pathetic

aw alaska looked up at the hunting dogs barking

THE CUNT OF MONTE CRISCO

daddy wants his pierce

he's leaning on the chair so faggoty

LMFAO NOT THE LOCKDOWN

tom just a guy who works for me wambsgans

connor you are fucking insane.

O__O

oh if i were greg i'd be vomiting all over the table rn

PHONES ON THE TABLE HAHAHA

logan is so good at being the cuntiest ever

SIT ON THE FLOOR IT'S FUN HAHA

BOAR ON THE FLOOR😄BOAR ON THE FLOOR😄BOAR ON THE FLOOR😄

IM SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

oh roman baby...

kendall you little snake

oh peepaw is deranged

wait who was mo... babygirl i dont remember u but rip fly high 🙏🕊️

UMMM THE TOUCH

why does roman look so babygirl here..

ROMAN AND GERRI NO. NO. NO.

ROMAN COUGAR LOVER??

stop actually he's so hot what is happening.

yas world's most dysfunctional team 🤩

tom just get w greg it's that simple the open relationship goes both ways

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lyss-writes · 3 years

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Excelsior (Part 4)

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Tom jogged past houses in his old neighborhood. It was perfect running weather. The air was crisp, and late afternoon sun was slanting through the trees. Everything was awash in shades of crimson and amber. Really gorgeous. October was just around the corner. There were already squat pumpkins on some of their neighbors’ front porches, dry leaves swept into tidy piles on the curb and crunching under his sneakers as he went running past.

He hadn’t gone on a run in a while. Used to, before he met Shiv and it didn’t make sense to go for a run across town when he could just use the gym at Waystar. And then the Shower Incident happened and for months, every waking moment of his day was heavily monitored, which meant no jogs around the property at Touchstone, especially not unsupervised. The cocktail of antidepressants they had him on, and the clozapine, in particular, made him gain some weight and generally had him feeling sluggish and murky, which wasn’t necessarily unusual for a guy in his early forties but Tom Wambsgans had always been something of an athlete because there wasn’t much else for a kid in Minnesota to do other than play ice hockey in the winter, and run cross-country during the rare months when it wasn’t cold enough outside to freeze your balls off.

But all of that was about to change. The months in the facility had been grueling, and he’d emerged from it as a shell of his old self with a few extra pounds around the waist, but none of that was an insurmountable hurdle to clear. He would get in shape, wean himself off the drugs, go to his counseling sessions, and before he knew it he’d be the guy who had once managed to sweep Shiv Roy off her feet. Better, even. Tom Wambsgans 2.0. A new and improved look with the same great taste you already know and love!

“Tom? Tom Wambsgans?”

He turned; across the street, his old high school friend Jonas stood in his driveway with a car trunk loaded up with grocery bags, shielding his eyes against the sun’s harsh glare.

Tom grinned big and wide and jogged over, slowing his pace considerably. “Hey, hey, man!”

“Thought that was you,” Jonas said, walking down the length of his driveway. “You’re the only guy I know who wears compression leggings to go for a jog around the block.”

“Fuck off,” Tom said amiably. “Good to see you, buddy. How long have you been back out here? My mom mentioned something a while ago.”

“A year,” Jonas said. “My folks were getting tired of the winters up here, so they’re down in Key West full time these days. It just made sense to take the house off their hands.”

“Aah,” Tom said. He felt a twinge of guilt that he, alone, was responsible for keeping his parents from a fully realized retirement, early bird specials and a group of friends who played bridge, that sort of thing. “Good investment, in this market. Smart.”

“But, hey. Welcome home, bro.”

“Thanks,” Tom said. “I’m out.”

“You’re out? Out out?”

“Yep.”

“Well, that’s great.” Jonas took a deep breath. “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t visit you in the hospital, man.”

“Oh,” Tom said, feeling awkward. He rubbed his neck. “No, ah, that’s—”

“—work was out of control, and Hannah had just had the baby, the place was a mess, but I’m, uh, I’m really glad you’re back. Even after all these years, you know. I missed you.” Jonas smiled. “Listen, Tom, you gotta come see the baby. She’s beautiful. And Hannah wants to make dinner for you.”

“Oh,” Tom said again. He didn’t know what to say to that. The last few times he’d seen Jonas and his wife, there had been… friction. “Oh, well, hey, congratulations on the baby and the—the house, but I don’t know if I should, uh, take you up on that.”

Jonas frowned. “You think Hannah still hates you?”

“No, I know Hannah still hates me,” Tom said.

“Man, that was years ago,” Jonas said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “High school. Jesus, that’s practically ancient history.”

Tom scrunched his nose up, quietly dubious. Just then a window on the second floor slid open and a woman poked her head out—Hannah, who Tom hadn’t seen since the wedding maybe eight years ago. She scowled when she saw Tom. That tracked.

“Okay, maybe it’s a little true,” Jonas conceded. “But come on, man. Help me out here. She still wants you to come.”

“Jonas!”

“What?” he called back.

“Did you invite him yet?”

“Yup!”

“Well, can he make it?”

“I don’t know yet!” Jonas shouted, and turned back to Tom, looking oddly hopeful. “Can you make it next Sunday?”

Tom shifted his weight, a little uncomfortable. “Uh. Sure.”

“Great. That’s great, man,” Jonas said, breathing out a sigh of relief. He looked over his shoulder and shot Hannah a thumbs up. “Seriously, it’s gonna be so good to catch up. You have no idea how great it is to have you back in town. Really.”

“Yeah.”

Jonas grabbed a bag of diapers out of the trunk and slung it over the crook of his elbow. “I’ll see you Sunday,” he said, pointing at Tom.

“Sunday,” Tom confirmed.

#title: Excelsior #au: Silver Linings Playbook #tag: tomgreg fic #status: WIP

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