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darling-winnie · 1 year
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Thomas, Sybil & Matthew would've been such a powerful and chaotic friendship. Everyone's reaction to seeing the three of them together the first time. Matthew and Sybil defending Thomas. The three of them sitting down and chatting. Matthew and Sybil constantly pulling Thomas away from work or saying they need Thomas for something. All of them talking about their love lives after Thomas opens up to them. The angst of Thomas being the last one standing.
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sidneycarter · 15 hours
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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.
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chonky-thomas · 18 days
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Today for Fat (Food) Fic Friday we're highlighting a fantastic fic featuring some fabulous food (and Thomas eating it, of course!) with:
Soggy Bottoms, by ao3 user irrationalgame
Jimmy finds Thomas's enjoyment of pastries to be inconveniently yet irresistibly arousing in this one-chapter e-rated story.
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thommy-events · 5 months
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Autumn Thommy Smut Fest 2023
Master List of Works
Be Mean to Me and I'll Respond by @everythingcanadian
Weird Little Man by @bumblingbuttons
And in Health by @dragonss-in-the-north
Throne by @elorrabean
To Prove A Villain by @bumblingbuttons
Confessional Behind Locked Doors by @everythingcanadian
Take My Breath Away by @bumblingbuttons
Holy Fuck by @bumblingbuttons
Under the Lace by @bumblingbuttons
Like Butter by @elorrabean
The Best Best Mates by @angryessays
All works are published on ao3 and can be found in the Autumn Thommy Smut Fest 2023 Collection.
Thank you to all the creators who participated!
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everythingcanadian · 1 year
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So thommy right?
But make it soft
Jimmy and Thomas sitting across from each other before the fire in the servant’s hall in those rocking chairs. Ankles side by side or even crossing each other. Jimmy is slouched in the chair, near asleep as the clock ticks on the mantle. And Thomas is softly reading to him from a collection of Christina Rossetti poems. His words flowed like music and Jimmy bathed himself in it.
But also think one eye cracking open when Thomas stopped reading, seeing the man rubbing at his eyes at this late of an hour and Jimmy is sitting up. Disentangling their ankles and hearing his spine pop. He needs to get Thomas up to bed, they need sleep. And so they both make their way up the stairs after curbing the fire and coals. Before departing to their rooms they have a small moment of saying goodnight. All sleepy and sore from the day.
Thomas has Jimmy plastered to his front, yawning and hugging him around the middle. And Thomas smiles, hums richly in his chest and returns the goodnight hug. It's affection and they both bask in it. Being touch starved is for tossers. Having a healthy appreciation for it is for them.
They're open and welcoming to each other. And it's evident in their teasing and their downtime.
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phosphatas · 1 year
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I‘ve recently been toying with a Thommy fic idea, and wondered if there’s some kind of essential Thommy lore I need to consider before writing it?
I read maybe a handful of Thommy fic, but don’t remember anything specific they had in common. So I’d be glad if someone could help out ☺️
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elorrabean · 2 years
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I have completed my chonknum opus:
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mothmage · 2 years
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FIC SEARCH!! HELP WANTED!! This is a shot in the dark, but I read a Downton Abbey fanfic years ago that was (if I remember right) a collection/series of shorter fics spanning a lot of time - the only one I remember well was towards the end of the series, and Thomas Barrow (I think with Jimmy Kent, but I’m not 100% sure on that) was older (possibly retired), and on holiday at a campground. I remember two scenes specifically: one in which there was a bathing suit competition (I think Thomas competed, and it was funny because the others were all young model types) and another in which someone (maybe also Thomas?) was giving an informal performance at the (bar?campground clubhouse?) in drag with a yellow yarn wig. the series went from Downton times to like the 50s? I don’t remember much else from the series and I could have sworn it was from @flippyspoon ‘s Brightonverse (which I adore) but it’s not. Does anyone have any idea what fic this is? I swear I didn’t dream it up, but I can’t find it anywhere and it’s hard to search for it without much information. I’m about 80% sure I read it on AO3, but I don’t remember when it was posted or last updated. I’ve dug through all my subscriptions, most of the DA tag, and can’t find it, so I’m hoping it hasn’t been deleted.
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elizainlove · 1 year
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Put That Thing Back Where It Came From, Or So Help Me
Chapter 6: The Trials Of Keeping Warm
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Downtown is cold but the kitchen and the cat are warm. OR The continued life of 'Little Miss' Katherine Barrow, the cat daughter of Downton.
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chonky-thomas · 1 month
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First Fat Fic Friday
Welcome to a new, hopefully regular, series of recommendations for fanfiction featuring Chonky Thomas! For the first suggestion, let's look back in time, all the way back to the earliest fic I know of on ao3 in which Thomas's weight is the focus.
Self-Improvement, by ao3 user Gigi_Sinclair.
In this one shot, Thomas becomes worried that Jimmy, with whom he's been for six months, will leave him for someone younger, richer, and thinner. So he decides to do something about his figure. How will Jimmy react when he finds out?
Do you know of any earlier Chonky Thomas fics? Perhaps on ff dot net? If so, let us know in the replies.
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winchesternova-k · 2 years
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i’m so annoyed apparently not all of my fanfics were uploaded to icloud (or backed up) when i changed phones so now i’m having to try and charge my old one up long enough to find the one i’m looking for
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baxtersbarrow · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Downton Abbey Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thomas Barrow/Jimmy Kent Characters: Thomas Barrow, Jimmy Kent, Charles Carson, Alfred Nugent (mentioned) Additional Tags: onesided thommy, valentines day, Drunken Confessions, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Thomas and Carson get along for 1 (one) second, no beta we die like Matthew Crawley Summary:
[...] all would be good. They would lay in bed together and hold each other and everything would be wonderful. They would have the best Valentine’s Day to date.
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everythingcanadian · 1 year
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Some new years Thommy for you all
Hints at sex stuff but it's mostly fluffy and warm. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
It was cold but not enough to stop them from enjoying a little celebration outside of the servant’s hall. Thomas had been gifted a bottle of champagne from Tom. It was both a joke gift but also a sincere one as it came with a note in the box.
"Enjoy tonight and take care of your heart like I did with mine."
Thomas knew he meant take care of Jimmy, his love. As Tom had referenced Sibyl as his heart a few times. This was meant to be shared, and God dammit Thomas was going to do that. He made sure Mrs. Hughes didn't lock them out. She had left the key for him to lock up after. He was, in fact, old enough to be responsible for some things.
Earlier, Thomas had made sure to cut away some of the wax seal so he could open it when the time came. It was that time. He and Jimmy were bundled up, a bit warm from mulled wine coursing through them from dinner as well as the New Year toast. But now they were heading just a little ways away from the main house, so their own celebration could happen.
No matter how many knew or thought they knew of his and Jimmy's extremely tight friendship, Thomas still didn't want prying eyes or the creeping unease of being sicked upon by police or dogs of hell. They were already on thin ice from their shenanigans. They didn't need to be sacked for "flaunting their perverted sins" on the downstairs staff. Mr Carson had scared them both into behaving; Thomas knew when a firm line was never to be crossed. That was one of them.
Instead, he had had Jimmy carry two small water glasses in the pockets of his oversized brown woolen coat. And he also made Jimmy carry the lantern Thomas had nicked from the boot room so they could venture father than the little walled in servants area.
Thomas himself carried the wax sealed bottle in a tea towel, knowing it may get messy. Jimmy looked adorable in the warm coat and his customary cap. Thomas had to refrain from kissing him dumb while getting their coats.
As they neared the hip height garden wall, Thomas felt warmer than he had in the house, sweat itching under his own wool coat at his back and shoulders. Jimmy's own footsteps slowed as he came up next to Thomas.
"Here's as good as any." Thomas took in a full breath of cold winter air, letting it burn his nostrils and seep into his lungs like it's own brand of smoke.
Jimmy smiled softly, eyes showing his crows feet and lips just parting to show some teeth. That was a genuine smile. That was a smile meant only for friends. The bashful sway in Jimmy's stance was only for Thomas. "Lets start off 1923 with a bang." Jimmy set the lantern down first with a soft ka-chink of the hamdle falling and hitting the side. He sniffed as he took the glasses out of his pockets, cold air getting to him already.
"Easy there, Mr. Kent. Let's settle it down to a very loud pop instead?" Thomas teased. "Cups on the stonework. If you drop them, it's both our heads this time."
Jimmy put them down onto the low wall with distinctive clinks of glass on concrete. He then took his hands away and showed Thomas he wasn't holding them anymore.
"Cheeky."
"Always."
Thomas raised a brow before carefully unwrapping the bottle of none too cheap champagne, hearing Jimmy whistle low as he got a look at the lable. Thomas snorted softly, understanding the meaning.
"It's nice of Branson to gift something of taste for once." Thomas smiled as he sput the towel over his shoulder and started untying the twist that held the whole thing together. He already felt the pressure under his thumb as he held the cork down. "Ready?"
Jimmy nodded and watched in awe as Thomas let his thumb come off the top. The loud POP of the cork exiting the bottle echoed a bit too loud across the grounds. The explosion of foam that followed was a cascade that fell in wet slaps to the well trodden and frozen pathway they were on. He had to hold his jaw closed when that foam ran down Thomas's good hand. The barely pale yellow bubbles running over Thomas's knuckles and leaking down to the ground as well as down his wrist a little made for a stunning, if not errotic image. Jimmy wanted to kneel under him and accept the offering of pure fizz. Kneeling at the alter of his lover and accepting another gift like that came to his mind.
Jimmy tore his gaze away to watch Thomas's warm laughter come out with plumes of hot breath between his lips. And that grin cased Thomas's dimples to come out in full force under the bright moon and the low light of the lamp.
"I don't think they'll ever find that cork. It flew as a bird." His glee made the joke funny and Jimmy chuckled.
Thomas poured them both a full glass, watching it fizz over the lips and create a puddle under each one. "Careful, don't want to waste it."
"And that display was what then?" Thomas set the bottle down before wiping his hand on the towel he brought. "If that wasn't a waste-"
"That was a show, Thomas." Jimmy's voice dipped as he quieted it. "A very- lovely show." His eyes trailed from Thomas's mirth filled face down to where Jimmy had been kissing and licking on Christmas night. "One that I want to try and replicate."
Thomas almost dropped his glass at the suggestion, but his smile was very much into the idea. Even his flushed cheeks agreed. "We can arrange that whenever you'd like." Thomas watched Jimmy pick up his champagne. "When appropriate, mind." Thomas picked up his own glass and held it out. "To another year of our lives, may we continue on in happiness and healthiness."
Jimmy clinked their glasses together, sloshing champagne over the edges. His giggle was as bubbly as the alcohol. "I can do you one better, Barrow. To our continued affections and constant learning of and from each other."
Thomas's lips parted, and he felt tears prick his eyes. "I love you, Jimmy."
The smile that answered calmed the sudden roiling ocean of emotion as quickly as it started. "And I love you, Thomas. I love you."
They looked at each other as they savored their first sip of champagne together.
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