#i am watching films with mum and having MANY THOUGHTS :l
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liking the idea of a Crimson Peak au in which England would be Edith, Portugal would be Thomas, and Spain would be Lucille. i have thought little else beyond it - details, tweaks, etc. but whenever i watch the film i see these guys instead and it just makes me feel some things . . .
#i am watching films with mum and having MANY THOUGHTS :l#crimson peak au#because you never know maybe i'll give it actual thought one day#hws portugal#hws spain#hws england#engport#portspa#i just. guys. i just 🥺#and yes yes youd probably want some nyos involved here but uh my experience lies with writing slutty men so#im just here for port being utterly torn apart and toni being utterly murderous yk
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Could I request a Tom Felton x reader where he gives her an epic flash mob/flash concert proposal with a lot of participants and her favorite song?
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Pairing: Tom Felton x reader
Warnings: None
Summary: Tom had a gig coming up and you and a couple of his friends went. Little did you know that gig would change your life forever.
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It was a busy night at the troubadour, a very well known place for hosting many amazing bands. They had offered Tom to play for them the moment we had touched down in California and of course Tom being the wonderful and fun person he is could not turn down playing at the Troubadour. I mean who would? The beach boys and Elton John had all played here before this was a perfect opportunity for Tom and you couldn’t wait to cheer him on from your spot at the bar.
Tom had been your best friend for 8 years, boyfriend for 3. You were practically inseparable, you both went everywhere together and did everything with the other person around to hype them up and cheer them up. You couldn’t see a world without Tom in it... He meant everything and more to you and he made sure you knew that he felt the same. Maybe two or three times during a span of an hour he would whisper in your ear how much he loves you and how beautiful you were to him. Inside and out. He was a hopeless romantic it had to be said, when he asked you to be his girlfriend he took you out to Venice beach holding you steady on his skateboard his hands on your hips keeping you steady before he whispered the question in your ear. He should be glad you both landed in the sand because the question made your knees weak and your heart spike and suddenly you were on the sand laying on your back and he was on top of you laughing.
He was every persons dream guy, he was kind and respectful, he could sing and he had the cutest little dog, Willow. But before Willow their was Timber and you remember while his ex was away he would come to you for comfort, holding onto you tightly, his head buried in your neck as he cried silently saying just how much he missed his timbs and you would hold him comforting him only to watch him leave to be back with her. It hurt your heart every time because somewhere and somehow the lines became crossed and you fell so madly in love with Tom and that was never supposed to happen but you weren’t complaining now. You were the happiest you had been in a very long time and that was all because of the man sitting to your left tuning his guitar.
He sat in a leather chair, his bottom lip between his teeth, and his hat holding back his hair so it doesn’t fall in front of his eyes. You watch as his fingers twisted the knobs on the guitar while he plays it making sure it sounds just right before he goes on stage. You were pretty sure he felt your gaze on him because he lifted his hand releasing his bottom lip smiling shyly. He had been acting so strange and almost kind of distant lately but his filming for his new movie had been tiring him out so you brushed it off. You did not want to allow your mind to wonder down the dark path of ‘what did I do wrong?’
“Penny for your thoughts?” he questions finally turning his body away as he places his guitar against the wall before turning back to face you with a soft smile. You both stared into each others eyes for a long moment, neither one of us having to say anything. The silence was saying everything for us until of course he ruined it by giggling.
“We were having a moment and you had to go and ruin it didn’t you?” you roll your eyes shoving him in his shoulder grinning. Tom laughs leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead and you felt your cheeks heat up. Even after three years of being together the forehead kisses always made you feel like a giddy school girl again and he had that down on lock. His lips then trailed down to your cheek where he pressed a gentle yet soft kiss before he moved to the other cheek whispering an I love you before pressing a kiss then he moved to the tip of your nose pausing watching as your eyes flutter close in anticipation before he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose telling you that you are beautiful before finally he places his warm hand on your cheek.
“You are my forever.” he whispers and your heart spikes as he presses his soft lips to yours with a smile. You move closer to him wrapping your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss. His hand moving away from your cheek to rest on your upper back pulling you closer. You both pull away breathing hard before you both burst out into laughter. “Been to long.”
“I know Mr Tommy. Why haven’t you kissed me?” you question and he chuckles looking away, a mischievous glint in his eyes before he turns back and its gone.
“I have kissed you and please stop calling me that my darling.” he whines his arms wrapping around your waist and you laugh pulling away from him making him whine more. “Come back, I wasn’t finished.”
“You go on stage in 3 minutes, you can wait for another kiss. I had to wait for three days for a kiss other than a peck you will live.” you smirk and his mouth drops open as he watches you stand. You felt you flight or fight kick in when he sent you the all to familiar playful eyebrow raise and smirk. “I will see you after the show-” you squeal running to the door but he presses his hand against it shutting it making you giggle uncontrollably.
“You are gonna pay for that little jab darling. You have no clue what you are in for.” he smirks and you cover your mouth with your hand trying to stop the giggling and he copies you. Before his hands fall to the side tickling you making you scream and he laughs. You grab the handle as he continues his attack on your sides nearly falling out the door as you open it.
“Stay back!” you laugh bumping into a person behind you making you turn around immediately. “I am so- Dad?!” you say in complete shock staring at your dad who was grinning down at you. “What are you- MUM?” you yell seeing your mom behind him laughing. What on earth was going on?
“We heard Tom was doing a gig? We wanted to visit.” your mum smiles wrapping her arms around you holding you close. You felt confused and nervous thinking you did something wrong.
“Ahh Felton a word?” your dad says and Tom opens his door wider allowing him to walk in with smile. What the-
“Mum why-why are you here? You guys live no where near LA.” you laugh nervously as she guides you out to the area past the stage to the bar. You felt your nerves getting the best of you was you fan yourself off with your hand feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “Oh my god.”
“What?” Your mum questions you a little to quickly. Why was she nervous?
“Nothing I just... Forgot how to breathe for a hot second. CAN I GET SOME WATER?” you scream and your mum laughs shaking her head. You had to yell in this damn place because the people were being incredibly loud and annoying and you felt your heart hammering against your rib cage at the thoughts you were having. The bar tender tosses you an Aquafina with a wink before turning away. You catch the drink before shaking your head looking up at the stage. Your dad joins you minutes later and you feel your anxiety go through the roof clearing your throat looking anywhere but your parents. In the corner of your eye you notice more people filing through the door...Not just any people... These people looked very familiar... “Holy fuck.”
“What-” you dad begins to ask before a man invites your boyfriend to the stage and you feel yourself holding your breathe. Everyone cheers as he walks on stage smiling from ear to ear, smiling at everyone. You gently clap looking around at both exits noticing everyone was smiling. You were overthinking, of course they were smiling this was a concert.
“-This song is dedicated to someone very special in the crowd wherever she is. Hopefully she didn’t pull a Cinderella and leave me.” Tom says when he gets to the microphone and everybody laughs. Your mom looks over at you with a look smirk that you knew a little to well. Something was about to happen.. “Y/n where are you?” he questions and you laugh screaming at him making him giggle. “Found her, this one is for you my love.” he says as he begins to sing all you need is love.
“I said it’s easy!” he sings and the bands joins in making everyone cheer as they start dancing. Another person comes on stage taking over the song “Y/n come up here my darling!” he says as the other person sings and you laugh hopping off the stool running up the stage to him and he grabs your hand. “You may be wondering what’s happening, why I have been so distant lately.” oh my god. “But I have been dying to ask you this question since the moment on the beach.” he gets down on one knee and the music becomes quiet and suddenly it’s just you and him in an empty room. “Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” he questions and now it was your turn for your mouth to fall open. You watch him open the box revealing a beautiful diamond ring making tears prick your eyes.
“Yes.” you answer your voice trembling and everyone screams with excitement as the band begins singing the rest of the song. Tom stands up gently sliding the ring onto your wedding finger before crashing his lips to yours. You giggle into the kiss wrapping your arms around him before he pulls away pressing the side of his face to your grinning pointing both yours and his family out in the crowd making you want to cry harder.
“I love you fiance.” he whispers into your ear as you wave at your families.
“I love you too.”
“Let’s get out of here fiance.”
“Are you going to keep calling me fi-”
“Fiance I need another kiss.” he pouts and you laugh pressing your lips to his before pulling away. “Let’s go party fiance.”
“Thomas.”
“Sorry fiance.”
#tom felton imagine#tom felton x reader#Tom Felton#Draco Malfoy#draco malfoy imagine#draco x reader#julian albert#julian albert x reader#julian albert imagine
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Q&A with David Tennant and Michael Sheen
What can you tell us about the new series of Staged?
Michael: David and I are still being ridiculous with and about each other - that’s still very much the tone of it. We have a lot of amazing surprise appearances which I hope people will enjoy as much as David and I enjoyed doing the scenes with them.
David: It’s the same set up as before. Michael Sheen and I talking rubbish to each other over the internet from our respective homes, with Georgia and Anna, our other halves, keeping us from becoming too self-indulgent, not always successfully. But there is a bit of a twist to it all, which I’m not going to reveal here...
In the show you play exaggerated versions of yourselves, are you anything like these characters in real life?
David: I imagine not at all, but probably... quite a lot.
Michael: I think David would say that he's not at all like his character in the first series. Whereas I would say, I probably am quite like that. But I think between the two series, there's a slightly more representative version of ourselves emerging, or at least that's what I would say anyway.
Why do you think the first series was so popular?
Michael: We didn't take ourselves too seriously and made fun of ourselves - I think people enjoyed that. I'm using the sort of format and medium that everyone is using. Having to do calls on Zoom and all that kind of stuff - so we've been able to tap into what's funny and absurd about that as well. Also, having lovely surprises like Judi Dench and Samuel L. Jackson, we have lots more of those surprises in this new series.
David: People seemed to recognise what the characters were going through. Not the specifics of being an actor in lockdown as such, but the sense of helplessness, the frustrations and occasional joys of being stuck at home while the world trundled on. That and the fact that Simon wrote a really funny script - I mean without that we’d have been stuffed.
Did you think you’d be back for another series?
David: If you had told me a year ago that I’d end up making a series for BBC One from inside our house, without a crew, wearing my own clothes and being entirely responsible for turning the camera on and off I would have found it wholly implausible, so the idea that we would do it twice is just one of the many unpredictable eventualities that this weird, weird year has presented.
Michael: I certainly thought that if it went down quite well then there was no reason why we couldn't do more, because it was such an innovative way to make a series - filming in my kitchen with just the laptop and a smartphone. It was very nice to come back and do more of it.
What was it like working with your partners?
David: The scenes between Georgia and myself had to be fitted in around school drop-offs, baby naps and unloading the dishwasher, so there is a certain urgency to getting them done but we have really enjoyed making Staged together and we do laugh a lot - perhaps it’s the sleep deprivation.
Michael: I thoroughly enjoyed it, it was great. The difficulty for Anna and I was that one of us had to go and look after the baby, so that presented a bit of a challenge and limited how much we could do together. But the positive side of this was that it meant Anna could do more scenes with other people. So, there's more scenes between Anna and Georgia, Lucy and Simon as well. It was lovely not taking ourselves too seriously and to play around with it.
Will any of your children be making an appearance in the new series?
Michael: There’s that fantastic moment in the first series where you see David and Georgia's daughter in the background coming down the stairs and then going back up the stairs - that's very funny. I'm sure you can hear Lyra in the background of some scenes; you’ll have to be eagle-eyed and eagle-eared for that.
David: No, I think they find it slightly risible that mum and dad are making a TV show from the house and are mostly just annoyed when we tell them to be quiet for a take.
What can you tell us about working with the guest stars?
David: Well I think it’s out there that we have Ben Schwartz joining us this series, playing the assistant to Michael and my US agent. I’ve known Ben for a few years now, we both play the voices of ducks on Disney’s Duck Tales. Ben is very very funny and is a master at comic improvisation. Michael and I both had to sprint to keep up with him once he started going off script. Recording those scenes was a particular joy. But beyond that I’m saying nothing - that would spoil some nice surprises.
Michael: In the first series one of the most enjoyable things was being able to do a scene with Dame Judi and with Samuel L. Jackson. In this series we have plenty more where that came from and it was an absolute joy - a real thrill! We have some special guests this series who David and I both enjoy the work of. I hope the audience enjoy it half as much as we did and also see that it's not just us who have difficulty with the technical stuff!
Q&A with Georgia Tennant and Anna Lundberg
What can you tell us about the new series of Staged?
Georgia: We are all still in lockdown but things are starting to open up a little and everyone is trying to feel their way through their new normal. David’s hair is longer and my wine cellar (metaphorically speaking. We don't actually have a wine cellar) is emptier.
How did you come up with the idea for the new series?
Georgia: We always said we would just do one and hope people didn't hate it. Much to our amazement people really didn’t hate it and of course it's much more tempting to visit something again if the reception has been good! When we filmed the first series I think we felt like it was a small window of time where the world had shifted and before long we’d all be back to normal and Staged would end up being this nice little time capsule. Simon Evans and Phin Glynn then came up with a brilliant little seed of a premise and we all took it from there.
In the show you play exaggerated versions of yourselves, are you anything like these characters in real life?
Anna: Well we’re all slightly different from the first season. I certainly don’t bring Michael charcuterie boards like I did in the first season, hah! I think in this season I have lost most of my patience with Michael and although that isn't true in real life, it seems closer to how we would behave with each other if we were living through those exact circumstances. I'd tease him for being so serious and a bit of an arse but at the end of the day we got each other's back. I've also gotten to know Georgia and Lucy a bit more since the first season, so those scenes seemed a bit closer to real life this time. Although I don't think there's a world that exists where I'd actually offer David Tennant advice on using Viking methods with an axe to deal with a conflict.
Georgia: This series ‘Georgia’ is slightly less tired and has gotten her fight back a little. The kids are back at school and she’s trying to get everyone else back to some sort of normality. She’s even less indulgent of ‘David’.
Why do you think the show was so popular?
Georgia: I think for the first time in probably ever the whole world was doing the same thing - sitting in their homes. To be able to watch a show where the actors are doing exactly as you and much less elegantly was probably the secret to its charm. To be able to laugh during this time has also certainly saved my sanity and having a comedy escape, albeit for 15 minutes, was probably very needed.
Anna: I think a lot of people around that time were happy to see something light and a bit silly as opposed to another heavy drama about what everyone was already going through, but without ignoring what was going on at the same time.
What was it like working with your partners?
Georgia: That was the best bit for me. He is my favourite person, actor and makes me laugh like no one else. I think I may struggle working with anyone else now!
Anna: The biggest challenge of filming with Michael is figuring out what to do with the baby when we do. Once we've managed to work that out around naps it’s great! He’s very encouraging and patient with me. Serious about the work though and likes to be in charge of all the technical stuff, even though I helped him to set it up in the first place. But I let him.
Will any of your children be making an appearance in the new series?
Anna: There’s always a chance you’ll hear Lyra’s voice in the background. She likes to get in on the action and has a great ability to project and be heard like her father. But no, not in vision.
Georgia: No. I cannot tell you how little they care about what we do. We were just annoying them by asking them to keep the noise down for takes.
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Article: Why I Left My Classical Ballet Job to Explore My Roots in Javanese Dance
Date: February 6, 2021
By: Cat Woods
At the peak of her career, dancer Juliet Burnett left the Australian Ballet to explore her Javanese roots. Now, the Indonesian-Australian ballerina is drawing on her heritage to expand the often narrow world of performing arts.
When Juliet Burnett smiles, the full gloriousness of her high-cheekbones and angular face are both feline and balletic, not dissimilar to the finely boned, regal faces of Javanese dancers. Her facial expressions, like her body — sculpted by almost two decades of professional dance — are deliberate and refined.
It's been five years since Burnett left The Australian Ballet at the peak of her career, having been steadily promoted, over 13 years, to the role of senior artist within the Melbourne-based company.
From her family home in Sydney, where she is temporarily living while borders are closed for travel due to COVID-19, Burnett is fired up about the attitudes of classical dance. She has memories of feeling like an outsider amongst a largely middle-class, white company that espoused creative adventurism but failed to appeal to — or recruit — more than a couple of Indigenous dancers, nor to make the Asian-Australian dancers in the company feel that their cultural heritage was encouraged in the imperial values of classical ballet. "Black dancers, Asian dancers, and dancers of color aren't made to feel like their cultural provenance is celebrated," she tells Allure.
"I felt like the role of women in classical ballet is to be subservient," she says now, reflective and thoughtful in her wording, though not cautious. Burnett is not one for tip-toeing about. "Not just the roles for women, but the very system of classical ballet.”
The Australian Ballet encountered backlash in June this year after it published a black square on social media. The national ballet company was accused by its Instagram followers of being "lazy," doing the bare minimum in its response to Black Lives Matter.
In 2019, in a review of the Australian Ballet’s version of The Nutcracker for Australian arts publication Limelight Magazine, the critic viewed the production as perpetuating "racialised stereotypes of Chinese characters." The lack of diversity in the ballet industry as a whole has been brought to public conversation by numerous dancers over recent years, including Misty Copeland, who, via a 2019 Instagram post, called out dancers who were in blackface during a rehearsal for a performance for the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. (Following the post and media coverage, the New York Times reported that the general director for the Bolshoi said in a statement at the time that the ballet company "will not comment on the absurd allegation" of racism.)
A statement provided to Allure from The Australian Ballet says: "The Australian Ballet aims to reflect the diverse Australian community that we operate in and foster an inclusive environment for all. We’re continuing to learn and we are working on longer-term strategies to increase participation in dance across all communities, and provide more access to The Australian Ballet for all Australians, it may take time, but we are committed to working on the bigger picture."
The statement continues: "The Australian Ballet recruited its first Indigenous dancer [Ella Havelka] in 2012, and since then has recruited a second First Nations dancer."
While Burnett would eventually become an outspoken advocate for diversity in ballet, her experience with dance began without an agenda towards a career, nor even the intention to practice classical ballet.
"My grandmother, Raden Ayu Catherine Ismadillah Brataatmaja, was a professional Javanese dancer," she says. "As soon as I was five, my mother was curious about whether dance was in my blood too, so she enrolled me in ballet with the idea that I could follow in her footsteps. She was totally not a pushy dance mum."
Brataatmaja was the star palace dancer of the Surakarta Sultanate (Javanese monarchy in Indonesia), performing the royal court dance Bedhaya Ketawang for Indonesian royalty. Widyas Burnett, while also fully encouraging her daughter to embrace classical ballet, endeavored to make the costume for 14-year-old Juliet's first school choreographic effort, "Campursari." The final number combined classical ballet moves with Javanese dance positions, set to the soundtrack of traditional gamelan music.
Like many young dancers who are recruited to train endless hours through their pre-teen and teenage years to be auditioned for international ballet schools, her talent was spotted by her dance teachers, Valerie Jenkins and Christine Keith. Her graduation from The Australian Ballet School led to the beginnings of her career in 2003. As a dancer with The Australian Ballet, she embodied Odette in Swan Lake, Juliet in Romeo and Juliet, Giselle, and La Sylphide.
In 2011, Burnett was awarded the Khitercs Hirai International Scholarship, intended to allow members of The Australian Ballet companies to travel internationally. She used the scholarship to visit Indonesia to study her grandmother's art of Javanese dance and to initiate workshops for Indonesian kids — particularly those in underprivileged "slums" along the Ciliwung riverbank in Java. Burnett also trained in the theatrical, dance, and meditation techniques as pioneered by her uncle, the actor, poet, and activist, W.S. Rendra.
"When visiting my Mum's side of the family in Indonesia, we'd arrive in Jakarta and there's this big fly road that was built during Suharto's time, and you go across this modern freeway and you peer down the side and there are all these shanty towns," she recalls. At a young age, Burnett was struck by the financial inequity in such a big, prosperous city. Her parents were very open about the fact that many children didn’t have access to clean drinking water, but "then I'd go to my aunt's place and have a beautiful home-cooked meal and watch their big screen TV and everything’s clean and they’ve got their maid cooking for us." Once her dance career started taking off, she "wanted to go back and try and reconnect and bring something back to [those children]."
"Ballet dancers can live in a bubble," she says. "The level of training, rehearsal and performance becomes more than work, it's a lifestyle. I knew, from early on, that I would have to work to maintain my curiosity for other cultures, other forms of dance, to ensure I was not losing my own spirit."
There was no sudden event that resulted in Burnett's choice to leave The Australian Ballet. In fact, Burnett says she had been open with the Ballet from the beginning of her tenure about the fact that she found the hierarchical structure to be outdated and felt that it clashed with her values, and saw the system of promoting dancers destroy careers. Since leaving The Australian Ballet, Burnett has been more creative and vocal in demonstrating how dance can be a political and social statement, and provocation to limited perspectives on culture, poverty, justice, and gender. She created and shared “Injustice: a short film” on her website last year. To get the clips seen in the film, Burnett made a call out on Instagram, inviting people to submit videos of themselves following her choreographic instructions.
In pre-pandemic times, Burnett resided in Belgium, where she is a dancer for The Royal Ballet of Flanders. Burnett has also just launched her own company, A-Part. "It's purely online for now," she explains, "but obviously, once the travel restrictions allow and it is safe to do so, it will be a real-world dance company that travels and performs."
For Burnett, working with the Pina Bausch Company and alongside Akram Khan as a first soloist dancer with The Royal Ballet of Flanders allowed her to shake off the shackles of rigid, classical training and methodology in favor of the liberation, the sometimes feral and primitive nature of contemporary dance and to finally indulge her need to journey into her own Indonesian roots.
"What's wonderful about the Royal Ballet of Flanders is that it's enabled me to dance the choreography of Pina Bausch, Akram Khan, and Édouard Lock, all these contemporary choreographers who I'd never have had access to in Australia," she says. "After I left The Australian Ballet, I wanted to delve into my artistic identity."
Burnett's activism has been creative, positive, and aligned with her belief that education and collaboration are the only ways to provide inclusive, safe environments for those in the dance world. She has presented master classes in collaboration with Ballet.id (Yayasan Bina Ballet Indonesia), which is a non-profit foundation enabling partnerships between Indonesian and international dancers and academics.
In an essay for Pointe in August, writer and educator Shaté L. Hayes writes that the only meaningful response to racial insensitivity within ballet is to genuinely commit to change within ballet schools through major companies. Posting PR-approved hashtags isn’t enough.
David McAllister left his role as artistic director of the Australian Ballet last year. In the statement provided to Allure, the new artistic director, David Hallberg, says, "The future of The Australian Ballet will continue to uphold the rich repertoire of classical ballet but as well, search for new ways to communicate the spirit of dance in this country. I am absorbing the diversity that makes Australia the great country it is, full of varied voices in dance, music, and art, that will be a part of building the repertoire at The Australian Ballet."
That can't happen too soon. Burnett's bravery in speaking of her own experience of working within the ballet world as an Asian-Australian also echoes the experiences of Black, Latinx, and multiracial dancers internationally. “For those of us who were mixed race or fully Asian, Black, or a dancer of color, the ballet world can feel really homogenous, and difficult to find your place and to find a way to celebrate your cultural identity with truth and authenticity,” Burnett says. “It’s important not to be afraid to question the systems that we work in, to say things to your directors. I really hope for a day when the structures we work in don't ask dancers to be mute, subservient, and to comply all the time."
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Oliver! (1968) Live (re) watch!
i have already seen oliver!, but not in ages, so i decided to watch it again, enjoy
very long post warning
fuckin hell these opening credits are LONG
i love the fact instrumentals of songs in the movie are playing
i have chocolate popcorn, apple lucozade and oliver! on, life is good
yes i know mark lester is oliver ive seen this like 20 times can i watch the film now
OH ABOUT FUCKING TIME
god is love
IS IT WORTH THE WAITING FOR IF WE LIVE TILL 84 ALL WE EVER GET IS GRUELL
i forgot how much of a banger food glorious food is
LOOK AT BABY MARK LESTER 🥺🥺🥺
ads in middle of movie be like
its harry secombe!
AMENNNN
oliver gets bullied the movie
look at this poor kid
MOREE????????
oh yes oliver i love this song
O L I V E R
poor kid
without any bannister yikes
the one who named him........O-L-IV-ERRR
oh were outside now
olivers just been kicked out oh shit
but on the plus side he has a cute ass hat on
BOY FOR SAY AL
look at oliver 🥺 he deserves better
SOWERBERRY MORE LIKE SHITTERBERRY
theres a severe lack of thats your funeral and i shall scream
noah claypole more like noah clayprick
“perhaps... if i had a tall hat?” BABEY
HES GOT HIS TALL HAT ON YES OLIVER
oliver said dab on them haters from your old gaff youre a funeral advisor now and theyre still homeless
DONT INSULT HIS MUM FUCK YOU NOAH
YES OLIVER KILL HIM
yes stuff the nine year old in a coffin and sit on it well done
"OLIVAH ??" "Yes im here: ((("
ITS MEAT!
oliver deserves better man
im gonna cry and were like 25 minutes in.
ik its not mark singing but whoever it is CAN SING WTF
i want to give him a hug
OH SHIT HES RUNNING AWAY
hes in the lettuce
LONDON YOU MADE IT !
yes oliver trains exist
DODGER!!!
whach you starin at aint ya ever seen a toff
the beak
look at lil jack wild
me more hintimate friends
cockney accent™️
the artful dodga
CONSIDERR YOURSSELF AT HOEME COSNIDER YOURSWLF OEN OF THE FAMILY !!!!!!!!!!
im sorry i love this song
look this scene is awesome, but it would be COMPLETE with charley oh wait he was demoted to extra and everything interesting abt him was given to dodger
he should have gotten the nobody tries to be ladeeda or uppity bit I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL
this cast is BIG
okay i am a Charger Enthusiast but do we all agree there is something oddly homosexual about oliver and dodger in this song
note how dodger is scared of the police FORESHADOWING
ive taken to this SO STRONGITSCLEARWEREGOINGTOGETALONG
how many extras is this ???? yall better be gettin paid
its dodga comin up
this set is sraight out of the book i love it
CHARLEY MATE IM SORRY THEY MADE YOU AN EXTRA
“oh not again” does dodger just always show up with random workhouse kids
ah yes fagin the character whos still a negative jewish stereotype
more and more big cast
THESE SAUSAGES ARE MOULDY! (am i going to freak out whenever charley does anything because i love him? yes)
stfu drink your gin
is this a laundry?? no fam
THE BEST FUCKING SONG IN THIS MUSICAL
IN THIS LIFE ONE THING COUNTS
sorry if i dont add to this until pick a pocket or two is done bc its a straight banger
this song is EVERYTHING
hard at work lol ok
did he make those himself??? no
couple a wipes
EMBROIDERED THEM??? no
petition for all oliver twist adaptations to refer to charley as master bates like the book and for him to have actual lines and not have his actor switched at least three times
i dont even now who charley is at this point because his actor is switched many a time im just gonna say purple blazer kid is charley
anyway charley bates supremacy
whos bill sikes??? NO
fuck bill all my homies hate bill
rum tum tum is a banger
go bed now
take your hat off in bed dodger
movie fagin has rights
fagin leaving where will he go
BET IS THAT YOU
FUCK OFF BILL NO ONE LIKES YOU
NANCY NANCY HES HERE !!!!!! bet deserves everything and more ily 💖
NANCYYYY!!!!!!
its a fine life more like its a banger
wheres all of bets lines gone
bet 🤝 charley (being demoted to extras)
its not funny anyore bet.. bet girl please sing youre the best fucking thing about this song
such a happy song about domestic abuse
THERE SHE IS THATS MY GIRL BET I FUCKING LOVE YOU
bullsye rights!
i hate how this movie made fagin more symathetic but he’s still a “greedy jew” stereotype
oliver?????
at this moment fagin knew he fucked up
nancy you deserve better than bill
oh hi dodger forgot you existed
and the rest of you except oliver
ah yes charley “sausages” bates i missed you
THESE FUCKING KIDS THEY ALL LOVE BET AND NANCY MY HEART
im a regular gent i am. no dodger you arent
why is “permit me to assist you across the road” so fucking funny
pov dodgers back on his bullshit so you have to pretend to be a horse and cart for him
not “sir artful” 😭😭😭
anyfink for youu
WHAT FISTICUFFS???!!!
i feel sorry for the child extras man theyve prob had to film this scene like ten times
THESE KIDS CAN SING
the boys dancing with eachother is too fucking wholesome i love this
again, movie fagin rights
weed riissk lifee and limmbb
you promised we could go see the angin!!!!!
ats on boys time were off
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG
HOW COULD WE LET HOW COULD WE FORGET OUR DEAR OLD FAGIN WORRY!!
mate that aint single file did you not hear him
am i the only one who can hear london bridge is falling down in the back??
our pockets hold a watch of gold that chimes upon the hour!!! a wallet fat an old mans hat!!! the jewels from the tower!!!
WE KNOW THE NOSEY POLICEMEENNNN
dodger and charley (i am SURE charley is purple blazer kid even if havent seen this film in ages) are GETTING INTO THIS
oliver 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
movie fagin rights pt 27238227
DODGER OLIVER COME ON!!!!!!!!! alright dude chill
ARE YALL SEEING THIS SHIT, I WAS RIGHT, I TOLD YOU THAT THE LAD IN THE PURPLE BLAZER WHO SINGS “a wallet fat an old mans hat” WAS CHARLEY BATES AND GUESS WHAT HE FUCKING IS. I WAS RIGHT, PURPLE BLAZER KID IS CHARLEY YOU CAN LEAVE NOW
no dont were only an hour in
three kids on the back of the omnibus what will they do
dodger and charley said be gay do crimes
ah shit now look what youve gotten us into dodger
IT WASNT EVEN OLIVER IT WAS CHARLEY AND DODGER GO AFTER THEM
are dodger and charley straight up framing oliver for a crime they commited while also helping him escape
yes they are why are we surprised
i hate to break it to you dodger but hiding oliver in a meat sack doesnt work
OLIVERS ON THE ROOF????
charley and dodger got oliver into this mess and they are not going to get him out
WHY DIDNT YOU LOOK AFTER HIM????? right calm down fagin
how could i help it :((((
no bill!
stan nancy
“two other boys stole it” no shit
BROWNLOW !
run bitch run
right intermission time now
AND WE’RE BACK!
entr acte
who will buyyy
strawberry girl is carrying this
oliver owns my heart pt 278983728938728
this is a banger wtf
okay its done now right
right?????
UHH BILL???? DODGER???? BITCH WHY TF ARE YOU HERE
have bill fagin nancy and the boys been stalking oliver???
NO SHE WONT FAGIN!
shit.
fuck bill
this scene is far more sadder when you think of how the boys have just seen the only woman they see as a mother figure been hit to the flo or, im not crying, you are
as long as he needs me :(
FUCK YOU BILL
rose maylie is that you?!
look at lil oliver!!
BILL FUCK OFF
i hate bill
“look at his togs! he’s got books too!” charley and dodger are my emotional support kids
anyway have i mentioned i hate bill, bc i hate bill.
I REALLY REALLY HATE BILL
even fagin aka the guy whos keeping these kids as pickpockets has more morals than bill
WE STAY CALM!!
no bill i havent heard a dying chicken
act one was just childish antics now we have THIS
fuck bill
YOURE TELLING ME THE BOYS WATCHED THAT????
jack wild is a banging actor. he genuinely looks terrified 🥺
this film..
a mans got a heart hasnt he?? yes you do!!!
a full song dedicated to movie fagin rights?? did i ghostwrite this?? probably
banger
ithinkidbetterthinkitoutagain!
villains theives and nine year olds
MR BUMBLE?????!!!!!!!!!!
fuck bill pt72898376728909878199
bill youre traumatising him
cmon nance do something!!
also completely forgot abt this but uh does monks exist in this i forgot bc we have had no mentions of him yet
nancy tell him who bill is!!!
bullseye deserves better
uhm what is going on
bill sikes more like bill yikes
oliver what are you doing
BILL TERRIFIES ME
FUCK
omg oom pah pah????
leave oliver alone bill hes like nine
oh banger
OOM PAH PAH THATS HOW IT GOES!!!!!!!!!
just asking are nancy and bet lesbians bc they look it
COULD IT BE OOM PAH PAHHHHHH
god i love this song
IT SHOOOOOWSSSSSS
its the same oom pah pah
“She was from the country but now shes up a gumtree she let a fella feed her then lead her a long” foreshadowiinnggg
OOM PAH PAH! OOM PAH PAH! OOM PAH PAH!
nancy is so fucking smart
getting the whole pub singing and dancing to smuggle out oliver? clever
fuck
bill.. no.. bill.. bill????
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKC
BILL GET OFF HER
NANCY NO
HE STRAIGHT UP COMMIT MURDER AGAINST THE NICEST CHARACTER
BROWNLOW DO YOU NOT HEAR NOTHING
nancy deserved a better death than to be killed by bill fuck bill
EVEN BULLSEYE HATES YOU BILL
ARE THEY ACCUSING BULLSEYE OF MURDER
FUCK YOU BILL
movie fagin rights + fuck bill combo?
youre telling me fagin had an ESCAPE ROUTE??? AT THE BOTTOM OF THE HOUSE THING??? THE WHOLE TIME???
BILL DONT KILL THE CHILD
BILL
fuck, well. #
“WHAT DO I DO!?” “LIVE UP TO YOUR NAME, DODGE ABOUT”
ten quid says dodgers been caught
oh no all fagins shit is gone
BILL DONT KILL THE CHILD PT 2
FUCK YOU BILL
GOD I HATE HIM
OLIVER MATE ARE YOU OK
never have i been so happy to see a character die
rest in shit bill
hi dodger thought you got caught n went to australia
god, this film is so fucking good.
reviewing the situation 2.0 goes hard
MOVIE. FAGIN. RIGHTS!
FAGIN YOU CAN BE A GOOD MAN YOU KNOW YOU CAN
DODGER??????????
IM TOTALLY NOT CRYING RN
FAGIN NO DONT TAKE IT
FUCKING PLOTTWIST
IT MADE IT LOOK LIKE FAGIN WAS GONNA GIVE THE WALLET BACK TO DODGER BUT NO
once the villain you’re the villain to the end
i completely forgot abt this scene since i’ve been reading the oliver twist book and in that dodger gets arrested and fagin gets hanged but here they get away?
god this is bittersweet
I THINK WE’D OUGHT TO THINK IT OUT AGAIN!!!!!
thats where the film should have ended, i get olivers the main character but it ending on dodger and fagin walking out into the sunset is such a pleasing ending man
oliver gets his happy ending abt time
YES CONSIDER YOURSELF AND BE BACK SOON (THE BIGGEST BANGERS IN THE FILM) CREDITS SONGS!!
well.. that was a journey and half
#oliver!#oliver twist#oliver#oliver! 1968#oliver 1968#charlie’s comfort movies#oliver twist 1968#oliver! the musical#oliver the musical#musicals#1960s#1960s movies#60s#mark lester#jack wild#oliver reed#ron moody#shani wallis#and everyone else in the huge ass cast
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Home Is Where The Heart Is Chapter One (Scarlett x Y/n)
Tag List: @natasha-danvers @lesbian-x-blackwidow
Hey guys! This is a new series about Scarlett x reader! This follows the domestic life of the couple, so it starts off with them already in a long-term relationship. In this reader is an actress in the Marvel films, playing a made up character for the sake of this story :) Also in this they had Rose together rather than Scarlett having Rose with someone else :) I made up a lot of this stuff with the cast and who is with who in interviews, it’s just some fun :) Let me know how you like it, i am trying something new! :) x
It’s comic con time and it’s interview time, all of our cast who came to comic con are all sat here laughing and goofing around with each other and with the interviewer. This is the first time we are all together seeing each other since we filmed Endgame and we are all high spirits as we kick off the press tour for the new film. The cast who were here are as follows: Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, Mark Ruffalo, Jeremy Renner, Brie Larson, Paul Rudd, myself and my fiancee Y/n L/n.
I zone out and look around at my marvel family, I see Chris and Mark laughing at something the other one said. Jeremy and Robert messing around with the interviewer and I can hear Brie and Paul telling a joke and hear that loud laugh that I love from Y/n.
I am brought back into reality by the warm feeling of Y/n’s hand come to rest on my thigh, I look up to see her looking at me with that big goofy smile that I adore.
“You alright babe?” she asks, we both met on the set of iron Man 2 8 years ago where we both play two agents with a tough past who are in a relationship. During filming we fell in love and became an item, during these 8 years we have just grown more and more in love, we decided to have IVF and I gave birth to our baby girl little Rose Johansson-L/N or Rosie as we call her.
She is 5 years old and she is the love of both of our lives, she is a mini me with her long blond hair and green eyes. Since our jobs allow us to be super heroes, we are pretty awesome in the mind of little Rose who adores her mum(Y/n) and Mama ( me).
I remember when we talked about having a child, she was terrified of being a parent, she was brought up with both physically and emotional abusive parents and was terrified that she would be like them. I was quick to shut that thought down and surprise surprise Y/n is an incredible mother.
“I’m perfect” I reply with a loving grin, how could I not be perfect, I have an amazing girlfriend an amazing daughter and a fantastic marvel family. We get through two more interviews and our panel, the cast all went out for dinner and some drinks to celebrate our comic con success and the start of our press tour, before we call it a night and y/n and I Uber home.
We left Rose with my mother, We said farewell to Melanie and made our way up to the 5 year old’s bedroom. I let a small chuckle exit my mouth each time I step foot in here, Y/n had been in charge of decorating Rose’s room with whatever she requested and the young girl had wanted everything Marvel. The bedding being Avengers themed with the core team plastered all over it, countless memorabilia litters the shelves that cover most of the walls. Y/n really went all out for her little girl, much to the delight of the blonde haired angel.
Y/n walks over and presses a kiss to the young girls forehead before walking away to the door to let me say good night. I look down at my beautiful daughter and I press a loving kiss to her head as well.
“Goodnight sweetheart mama loves you” I whisper before I join Y/n at the doorway, I feel the tall girls warmth engulf me as her arm snakes around my waist and pulls me into her body. I let myself melt into her embrace and lean my head on her shoulder as we both just stand there watching our little angel.
“She’s perfect” I whisper out into the quiet night, I feel Y/n arms tighten around me and press a kiss to the top of my head.
“Of course she is, she came from you” She says earnestly, I can’t help but fall more in love with her when she says these things to me. I turn around in her embrace to face her and lay my palm on her face, I smile as she instinctively leans into my touch.
“She’s both of us” I mumble out, she looks at me pure love in her eyes and within a second she has my lips sealed in a slow loving kiss. It soon turns passionate as I feel her tongue enter my mouth, I let out a small moan as to not wake Rose.
I let Y/n press me up against the wall and I jump up and wrap my legs around her waist as she holds my ass. She starts to squeeze my cheeks as she carries me to our bedroom all the while we are still attacking each other with our mouths and tongues, she places me onto the bed and we spend most of the evening worshiping each others bodies and after many orgasms later we both fall asleep wrapped up in each others arms.
Here is chapter 1, this is a taster to see what people think :) let me know what you want to happen and I will try my best to incorporate it within the story :) x
#home is where the heart is#chapter one#scarlett johansson x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#avengers fanfiction#actor fanfiction#fanfic
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Slow Motion - Part 3 - Harry Styles
Part 1 / Part 2
Series Summary: Harry Styles is tired and lacking inspiration. He decides to search for some in the local museums during his stay in Los Angeles and stumbles across an unexpected muse
“It’s nice to feel this small.”
He watched her as she leaned forward from the bench they sat on. Her hair had been tied up after a few wrestles with the wind. She had an ethereal sense to her as strands escaped to whisper against her cheeks. Her eyes were set on the city in front of them. A place she had called home, and one he had made a home out of. A city that was quite ugly in most parts and charming in others. Always busy, always alive.
“It’s easy to feel small when you’re surrounded by loads of people,” he replied as he leaned back. “I’m not sure if I actually like it.”
“Why’s that?” She turned his attention towards him, tucking her stray hair behind her ears.
“I think once you’ve felt small for a long time, you miss feeling seen.”
“On stage? Surrounded by thousands of people, and you don’t feel seen?” her eyebrow raised in questioning and he found the small movement amusing. She always had so many questions.
“It’s not quite like that,” he sighed and turned his head towards the view that held her attention just moments ago. “I’m seen in a very public way. Comes with the fame.”
“Oh, how tragic,” she replied playfully, earning an amused chuckle on his end. She smiled briefly before a dangerously calm tone set into her voice. “I get it. It’s one thing to be seen, and another to be known.”
Harry stared at her in silence. She spoke so freely, poetically even, without hesitance in her words. He had met many beautiful people in his life, many of them artists or people of unequivocal talents, but none had ever struck him as sincere as she did.
“Yeah, exactly.”
“Is it time for you to go back home?”
“Tomorrow morning. First flight out,” he replied with a short nod. “Off to see my mum and sister on holiday.”
“Tell them I send my love,” she grinned, “although they won’t know who the hell I am.”
Harry laughed at the idea of telling his mother that a girl he had met in California was sending her love. It would undoubtedly end up with him being interrogated, especially by his sister. It wasn’t often that Harry mentioned anyone special in his life. His reservations about that were widely known, even in the public sphere.
She had certainly earned a spot in his heart with her intellect and humor. The late-night phone calls they shared weren’t so bad either.
“You know, even after all these weeks, I don’t know much about you,” he commented. He had given it more thought the night before and realized that while he knew all her likes, dislikes, hobbies and favorites, he still wasn’t sure what she actually did for a living. She claimed to be a writer but hadn’t shared any writing. Harry knew she had to have money of some sort to live where she did. He thought about running a google search, but his own reservations about privacy stopped him from doing so.
“You know what matters,” she replied softly, leaning against the bench and looking at him with tender eyes. “I’ve told you my dreams, my values-“
“You want to become a best selling author.”
“Yes,” she smiled, “maybe you’ll star in the movie when they turn my book into a big Oscar-worthy film.”
“Maybe.”
“Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ll miss you.”
“Likewise, darling.”
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“Harry?”
“Mmm?” he didn’t look up from the book in his hand. Fitzgerald always gave him an escape from the world around him, and he had lost his way in his words an hour ago.
“Are we ever gonna talk about the elephant in the room?”
He glanced up at his sister as his eyebrow shot up in questioning. A subtle look of confusion passed through his face as she stared back at him with a wicked grin.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh, you know,” she smiled as she pushed his extended legs off the coffee table and passed in front of him, plopping herself down on the seat beside him, “the fact you’re in love with someone.”
“W-what?” He stumbled over the word as he sat up straighter.
“Harry, I know you. I know when you’re absolutely smitten. So come on, tell me about her. Or him, you know I’m supportive of either.”
Harry chuckled at Gemma. Of course, she had watched him like a hawk since he arrived, and she’d heard his voice through the walls early in the mornings and late at night. She was always the one to catch small details.
“She is from California,” he replied as he shut his book. Her eyes sparkled in excitement at the revelation. “And that’s all I’m willing to share right now.”
“Come on!”
“What’s going on, darlings?” Harry sighed when his mother entered the room.
“Harry’s got a new girlfriend and won’t tell me about her,” Gemma accused. His mother’s eyes widened in surprise before a bright smile overtook her gentle features.
“Love, is this true? You’ve met someone?”
He cleared his throat and stood, playfully pushing his sister deeper into the couch as he passed her. He stopped a few inches from his mother and nodded.
“She’s quite special, you’d like her. She’s not my girlfriend, though,” he kissed the top of his mom’s head before retreating stealthily towards his room, “goodnight.”
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Harry blinked as his drapes were thrown open. The morning sun was a cruel alarm that Saturday, and he grumbled as he sat up in his bed- his tousled hair and tired eyes looking over at his sister.
“What’s going on?” he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes. She tossed a magazine at him, hitting his bare chest and falling straight into his lap. On the cover was a picture of him and Y/N, sitting comfortably together on a bench that overlooked the greater Los Angeles. He didn’t think much of the cover until he read the headline. “Harry Styles dating California’s own millionaire philanthropist Y/N L/N.”
“She’s pretty,” Gemma commented with a small smile, “at least now I know.”
“Millionaire philanthropist?” Harry read out loud, the disbelief hidden in his voice from his exhaustion. He quickly skipped to the article and skimmed over the parts about being spotted out and about in L.A. Instead, he zeroed in on the parts about her.
It won’t come as a surprise to anyone who knows Styles or L/N. They share similar humanitarian views with a history of donations to multiple of the same non-profits. It is, however, surprising to see L/N out so openly. She usually prefers to lead a quiet life than flaunt her extravagant lifestyle of celebrity and socialite friends.
“Gem, can you give me some privacy? I have to make a call.”
His sister looked dumbfounded but complied, closing the door to the room behind her. He grabbed his phone and looked at the time. It would be late afternoon in California, and depending on her mood, Y/N may or may not have been awake. He didn’t think twice before pressing the call button.
“Hey Harry, I don’t have much time to talk, got some meetings and work stu-”
“Why didn’t you tell me who you were?” he blurted out, interrupting her mid-sentence. He was met with silence on the other line, followed by a deep sigh.
“You saw the magazine.”
“You never mentioned you were a millionaire philanthropist,” he replied. “You claimed to be a writer.”
“I am a writer,” her voice shifted from passive to defensive, “why do you care if I’m rich? It doesn’t change who I am.”
“It does.”
“How?” she challenged, “you think differently of me now? You don’t want anything to do with me? Because if that’s why you called-”
“No, that’s not what I said,” he interrupted again, the frustration evident in his voice. “Just…” he trailed off as he tried to pinpoint where his anger was stemming from. “I just don’t like being deceived, that’s all.”
He felt conflicted. He knew money didn’t make someone, and he had his good share of it, but the fact she’d failed to mentioned it really bothered him.
“Harry, I haven’t deceived you. I know who I am, and I’ve shown you that.” she paused as she heard his defeated sigh. “Do you know who you are?”
Her question was met with silence.
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tag!
tagged by the sweetest bunny @zeparx - thank you so much cutie pie for doing this for me <3 this was longer than i expected so if you’re interested in reading, its under the cut :)
your favourite movie? do you remember the first time you watched it?
favourite movie of all time is probably the godfather trilogy. i remember watching it the first time when i was very ill with the chickenpox when i was twelve! my mum freaked out when she found out i watched it for obvious reasons but i loved it! i thought it was great, it’s one of those films i will never get sick of watching it and i have pretty much seen it to the point of quoting all of it! every single movie!
if you could go for a walk with any celebrity, who would you go with?
obviously it would have to be brian jones!! and since me and him are long lost lovers, we are gonna be holding hands <3
if you had the ability to change one aspect of yourself what would it be?
i get very emotional attached to people which can lead to jealousy when i see them with someone else and can lead to me being passive agressive even though they’ve done nothing wrong. i think it’s just fear they’ll leave me for someone else :/
what is “home” for you?
home to me is the only place i have where i can just relax. i don’t have to be some glorified version of myself to please people, i can just go home, watching whatever show, where whatever clothes i want, and i don’t need to feel like i am being judged.
favourite video game?
mario kart! especially the wii version aka the superior version. also animal crossing, if that counts, again wii version is the best version. i think anything on the wii is the best
do you have any bad habits?
i bite my nails and the skin around them, they are probably the most disgusting thing you would ever seen!
how did you get into a classic rock? do you remember your first favourite band?
my dad loved all those bands so i pretty much grew up on it and used to have little puppy love crushes on people in the band (like mick jagger, according to my dad, i would go into a trance every time i saw him) however i didn’t take much notice until later when i was eleven. a big factor was my teacher! (shoutout mr L!) who played yellow submarine as a christmas song. the beatles was probably the first band however they were quickly overshadowed by the rolling stones, and brian <3
what’s your hobby to do with a friend?
me and my friend surf! mind you, it isn’t anything advance but we love it and very therapeutic!
what was the last thing that made you REALLY smile?
i had been searching FOREVER to watch never mind the buzzcocks episodes with sean hughes in it because i love him. i adore him. i would kill someone from him. and my brother sent me a link to where i could watch them and i screamed so loudly my friend thought i was being murdered but no,,, just me freaking out about sean <3
the last concert you went to before quarantine started?
as lame as it sounds, it was my ex-boyfriend’s band! we were all having a grand time and then a few days later the restriction came in and i lost my mind. still a great gig.
here are some questions for @candyandcurrantbun @ohdarlings @neosynths and @spirits-drifting to answer!! i cant wait to hear your responses!!
what song do you wish to forget so you can hear it for the first time again?
describe the darker side of your personality
how many concerts have you been to??
if you had your own shop, what things would you sell?
what do you like most about your appearance?
if you could ask anyone (historical figure, a friend, a celebrity, yourself, just anyone) a question, who would it be and what would the question be?
what was the first hobby you can remember enjoying?
what accessories would come with a doll version of you?
when was the last time you used a lawnmower?
if you had to go on a quiz show where you are asked questions about one topic, what would that topic be?
#tag#me: i should talk in moderation#also me; heres sixteen paragraphs about one thing#what can i say; i love to write!!#especially about myself and things i love!!
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Cool, cool, cool.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Peter and yourself finally figure out your feelings towards each other, in the coolest way possible.
A/N: I’m sorry I’ve been absent for a hot minute, I've just been crazy busy! But I’m back and writing for a bit :)
Word Count: 2,561
“No. I stand by my point. Darth Vader would win!” Ned exclaimed.
“No! You’re wrong! Goku would absolutely beat Vader!” You retorted, extended your arms out in exaggeration. Peter simply laughed as you bickered. The three of you dodged your way out of the crowded halls of Midtown Tech.
“Anakin was going to be one of the most powerful Jedi ever! That means Vader is probably the most powerful character-“
“Goku was a Super Saiyan!” You swiftly interrupted.
The warm afternoon New York breeze hit you as the three of you made it out the front doors. The mix of smog from the many taxis and pollen from the new spring trees danced together. You’d always complained about how much you hated Manhattan, but you had to admit, it was home.
“You’re wrong.” Ned stated, matter-of-factly.
“Unbelievable. We’re continuing this tomorrow Leeds!” You replied.
“Bye dude.” Peter simply smiled over at his best friend. Ned warmly fairwelled Peter, and with the quick completion of their handshake, Ned waltzed off. Peter and yourself began making your way to the train station.
In the least creepy way possible, Peter loved watching you. He watched as your lightly curled hair bounced around your shoulders as you walked. He watched the warm sunlight hit your soft cheekbones, prominating all your best features. He watched as your old, warn down Chucks scuffed along the sidewalk as you absentmindedly kicked loose rocks.
“So? Who would win?” You beamed, looking up at your best friend.
“Hmm?” He shook his head slightly, bringing his dreamy mind back to reality.
“Darth Vader or Goku?! C’mon Pete, why’re you being all spacey?” You laughed, pushing a lock of hair behind your pierced ear.
“I didn’t wanna say it at the time, but Ned’s probably right-“
“Unbelievable!” You whined. “You two obviously know nothing! We’re gonna have to touch up on your Dragon Ball Z, Parker.” Your arm extended out to jokingly nudge him. He turned his attention to your denim jacket. Hundreds of different patches scrapily sewn onto it. God, you were just so cool, Peter thought. You were always so authentically yourself, completely and happily oblivious to what others thought.
“Yea sure, when you watch the Prequels I’ll watch the rest of Dragon Ball Z.” Peter chuckled. You simply shook your head.
“You and Ned always go on about how not great those movies are, why would I bother watching them? And plus, what does that have to do with Darth Vader anyway?” You replied, Peters contagious grin rubbing off on you.
“It’s all about Anakin! It’s his whole back story! What are you talking about!?” Peter said, almost offended.
“Ohh...” you paused, “that makes sense.”
“You’re unbelievable, (Y/L/N).”
It had been years now. Years of you and Peter being besties. Your dad was really close with Richard and Ben, Peters dad and uncle. So you’d been family friends for a long time. Your mum would tell you that you always said you were going to marry Peter when you were younger because he could burp the whole alphabet! It was even better when she brought it up at the dinner table, while Peter was right there. You drifted a bit when Peter went through everything with his parents. With moving away to be with his aunt and uncle and all. You finally reconnected with him in High School. It had been like the two of you never left each other. MJ and Ned constantly mocked the pair of you for being ‘insperable’. But you two just really liked each other’s company! Or that’s at least what you told yourselves to fight off the awkward post-puberty sexual tension.
The train was crowded, as per usual. You shuffled your way through the many bodies, finding a comfortable spot for both you and Peter. His arm raised to hold the bar above him, steadying himself as the train began to move. You, however, resumed your comfortable spot of holding Peter’s other arm to steady yourself. The bar was awkwardly high for your shorter frame, and Peter obviously wasn’t complaining. Every so often your fingers would move down to intertwine with his, which was- nice. But you two never talked about it, mainly in fear of ruining the moment.
You stuck one of the AirPods in Peters ear, sticking your other one in your own ear before pressing shuffle. Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede began flowing through your ears. His gaze immediately met yours with a grin. God, you were so cool.
The influx of more persons on the train drove your body closer to Peter. The warmth of your body radiating on him, your head practically resting on his broad shoulder. Of course, he wasn’t complaining. Ever since the bite, his senses were always dialed up to eleven, it gave him raging migraines for the longest amount of time, and of course you were the first to notice when something was off with Peter. Straight after Ned found out, Peter told you what happened, and as per usual, you played it cool. After all, your main concern was Peter, not Spider-Man. After long days of heightened senses and skull-breaking headaches, you’d massage his temples for hours on end, softly speaking to him about anything to relax him. You were the one thing that dialled those senses back down to one for Peter. And, God, he loved you for it.
In usual routine, Peter and yourself stopped at the Deli on the way to Peters house. Today you were heading over to his to do your AP bio assignments together. Well, that’s what you told each other. Any excuse to be able to hang out.
“Mr and Mrs Parker!” Mr Delmar greeted the two of you in his usual fashion. You both grinned, greeting him back. The first time he did this, Peter turned into a blushing, blubbering mess. But after about the 6th time, it was purely a habit. “The usual?”
“Yes please,” Peter replied, putting two crumpled 5’s down on the counter.
“Hey Murph.” You swiftly picked up the fluffy cat, holding it in your arms as it purred softly.
“He doesn’t let anyone else pick him up like that, you know!? He’s so grumpy with everyone else, but he loves you, (Y/N).” Mr Delmar explained, laughing slightly about his ‘mean old cat’, as he put it.
Your sandwiches were made within minutes. You kindly thanked Mr Delmar and walked off to Peters apartment. Mr Delmar’s deli really did make the best sandwiches in Queens, but 4:00 PM was such a strange time to each an entire sub, which meant you almost never finished your sandwich. Luckily, Peter’s appetite was constantly through the roof. He would always finish your food for you, you’d honestly never seen someone who could eat so much. Apparently it was another one of the side-effects of the Spidey powers.
Peter unlocked the apartment building doors and the two of you walked up to his level, laughing and chatting the whole way. Conversation always flowed with Peter and yourself. It was never really that awkward, and it never had to be small talk. You two would always find yourself talking about films, physics, space, existentialism. Just all the usuals.
The pair of you waltzed into Peter’s apartment. Peter called out a loud ‘hey May!’, to which she came out of the kitchen to greet the two of you.
“Oh, hey (Y/N),” she smiled warmly, “are you staying for dinner, honey?”
“Uhm,” you quickly looked up at Peter,
“Yea, of course she is.” He responded for you,
“If it’s not too much trouble!” You quickly added,
“No it’s absolutely fine! We’re getting Chinese.” May explained, getting cut short of the conversation as Peter dragged you off to his room.
Being the gentleman he was, he opened the door for you, letting you walk through first, and closed it behind himself. He was quick to throw his bag to the ground as make his way to his old, wooden desk. You softly sat on the bottom bunk of his bed, shuffling back slightly so your back was resting against the wall. You pulled your laptop out of your bag and opened up your assignment. Peter did the same.
An hour of studying and typing and studying and typing, and only biology related chat had passed. “Peter...” You whined. “I hate this, I hate stupid action potentials, and stupid neurons, and stupid synaptic junctions.” You continued, throwing your head back in frustration with a thud to the drywall behind you. He swivelled around in his chair, his gaze finding yours as your head lifted above your shoulders again. You pouted and batted your eyelids.
“I know, I hate it too. But it’s not really optional.” He replied. He was so studious. Which you loved, and envied. But times like these you wish he would just whip out his old, dusty Nintendo 64 and play games with you all night.
Peter wasn’t going to be that easy to get through too. You shoved your laptop off your lap, and waltzed over to where Peter was. His eyes simply followed your frame as you moved. Your body stationed next to him, and turned his chair so he was facing his desk once again, meaning you were stood behind his back. Your warm fingers ran through his brunette hair before resting on his temples. You applied just enough pressure while circling them against his skin. A loud, relieving sigh dripped from his mouth.
“You’re tense.” You whispered,
“When am I not?” He retorted, flashing a smirk.
“You weren’t before you were Spider-Man.” You responded, your voice still low but blunt.
His eyes opened, and his hands softly grabbed yours. He turned his chair to face you, your smaller hands still encapsulated in his.
“Do you not like the fact that I’m now everybody’s friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man?” He questioned, his large brown eyes staring deeply.
“No. It’s not that I don’t like it, you know I don’t have a problem with it. I just... I don’t like that it makes you like... like this.” You shrugged.
“Like what?” His voice was seemingly lower, he wasn’t necessarily whispering, but his voice was husk.
“Tense. You’re always on-edge, you’re always so stiff.” Guess it was honesty hour.
“Maybe- maybe you could help me- be less tense.” He replied, his classic Peter-style nervousness creeping through his broken sentence.
“I’m trying, I thought the head massages helped?”
“Yea- right- yep. They do help, a lot.” He stammered. “I was just- I was thinking maybe, something else?” Peter spoke. His hands had left yours and moved down to your waist, strangely enough, it wasn’t the first time they’d been there, so it wasn’t entirely weird to you.
“What’d you have in mind?” You asked, almost innocently. There was a lot of things you had wished about doing with Peter. A lot of ways you wanted to help him. You just never knew how to initate any of it. And quite frankly, you didn’t know if he felt the same.
In a sudden rush of arousal, Peter pulled you forward and you stumbled slightly. His hands asserted themselves on your upper thighs and pulled you up so they sat on either side of his lap. Without entirely realising what was happening, you were straddling him. God, he was strong. Your faces were merely inches apart. A deep rosey blush covered your cheeks and your heart pounded against your ribs. The worst part was knowing Peter could hear how fast it was beating with his heightened senses. He could obviously tell how nervous you were.
You were nervous, but comfortable. Strangely enough, this felt, comfortable. Your hands had wrapped themselves behind his neck, twirling into the soft hair at the back of his head. If there was going to be any time to kiss Peter Parker, this was definitely it.
A few sharp breaths escaped both of your mouths as your eyes gazed into each others. You both stared in a sort of ‘is this really happening?’ moment. And then, you kissed him.
Peter and your lips passionately locked together. Your raspberry lip balm now sticky against both of your mouths as your tongues finally met in the middle. This was your first kiss, and what you knew of your best friend, it was his first kiss too. In the strangest way possible, it almost felt like a flower was blooming deep in your stomach. It was the strangest, most pleasant feeling you’d had. The intensity grew gradually. The nerve endings in your skin feeling every small touch. Maybe this was how Peter felt all the time? Every so often, your head would fall away from his slightly, and every time he would pull your body back, aching for your lips to be close once again.
That's when you felt him growing beneath you. You’d never sat on a boys lap like this. And in all honesty, you didn't realise it could grow that quick. Your fingers grasped his brunette hair and pulled his head back gently as you drew your face away too.
You bit down on your bottom lip and grinned. He just looked back at you with wide eyes, his pupils almost entirely encapsulating his iris’.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You blurted out, almost too quickly.
“I mean, neither have I.” He shrugged.
“That was good? Right?” You shot back.
“Well,” he glimpsed down, looking at the bulge against the zipper of his worn jeans, “yea.”
You looked at each other once again. Peter’s large hands gripped tightly against your ass checks, firmly holding you against his lap still. Your hands still lightly stroking against the back of his head. Both of you silently wondering what to do about Peter’s situation.
In a blink, Peter’s eyes unfocused from your face, and his head snapped around. “Get up.” He flashed.
“Wha?-”
There was a loud knock at the door, and just as May let herself in, Peter had hoisted you off his lap. As May entered the room, Peter sat awkwardly in his desk chair, his legs crossed over each other. And you stood just next to him, clearly unsure of why you stood there.
May glanced for a moment at the situation, realising she had probably walked in at the wrong time. “Uhm, I was thinking we could go down and get dinner now?”
You could practically feel Peter’s eyes roll.
“Sounds good. I’m starving!” You smiled at May, trying to loosen the tension.
“Cool! Grab your coat.” May stated, and with that she waltzed out again.
Peter turned the chair towards you and was about to groan before you caught his lips again. The kiss wasn't as passionate as the first, but it was nice. It was comfortable. You never thought it would feel this heavenly kissing Peter, but, God, it did.
You pulled away just as fast as you’d initiated it.
“We should probably talk about... this?” you motioned in the space between the two of you.
“Yea.”
“I- I obviously like you.” You stated. The only reason you stated it so confidently was because of how confidently Peter had kissed you back.
“Well, I obviously like you too.” The corners of his mouth curving upwards, flashing his gorgeous, straight smile.
“Cool.” You nodded, a grin also taking form over your mouth.
“Cool.”
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Love for a Princess; Tom Holland x reader
*Author’s note*
Okay now for the real reason for all these updates, here is a request that came from an anon who wanted a Tom Holland fic. Thankfully I have written for Tom Holland before (hopefully soon I can transfer what I got on wattpad onto here cause let’s face it I love the boy and idk why I haven’t posted anything beyond the one fic I’ve got of his version of Peter when I know I’ve got like 4 other stories on my wattpad, I am sorry everyone)
So to the anon who requested the fic I hope you find it and I made some slight changes, NOT big but just very small changes but I still hope I did you proud on what you wanted and I also apologize for having you wait so long. Hope you and everyone else who sees this enjoys this loveable fic :)
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I was up in my suite watching Spiderman Homecoming for what was probably the millionth time. I can easily quote it word for word but the main reason why I’ve watched it so many times is because of the newest face taking the mantle of Spiderman, actor Tom Holland.
Sure while I did grow up watching the Toby Maguire version and enjoyed what he brought, and watch the Andrew Garfield saga however his story got a little too dark and I hate to say it boring for me, a bit boring to me. So when they announced that for the MCU they had brought in this upcoming young actor named Tom Holland, one look at him and it was like I was actually looking at the real life Peter Parker.
What he did for Civil War, he had me at ‘Hey I’m—I’m—I’m Peter.’ Plus you’d have to be blind to say that he’s not cute. God I just wish that one day I could get the chance to actually meet him, however there’s one slight problem.
“My lady, your mother has rescheduled your badminton practice to 11 o’clock instead of noon, shall I help prepare you?”
“No thank you Niles, I can do it myself. Thanks for the update.”
“Of course your majesty.” That’s why. See I’m not like other girls, hell I’m not like other people. I’m a princess. No really I mean I’m an actual princess, the Princess of England to be precise. My name is (Y/n) Diana Elizabeth Charlotte (l/n), daughter of Prince Brian and Princess Anita. I am their eldest child so that would make me next in line for the throne should anything happen to my mother.
I sadly had to stop the movie because it was now half an hour till 11 so I had to get ready. My maids twin sisters Brigitte and Brigitta came in and they helped gather up my bat-mitting outfit, shoes and hat.
“Here we are Princess, your badminton outfit.” Said the blonde Brigitte.
“Shall we help you change your majesty?” asked the brunette Brigitta.
“No thanks girls I can help myself, you girls take the rest of the afternoon off for lunch.” They curtsied to me but I told them, “Ah-ah what did we talk about?”
“No more curtseys.” Brigitte whispered to her twin.
“Very well (y/n). Just call us if you need anything else” Brigitta answered and the two of them smiled and winked at me and I thanked them before dismissing them. I went into my grand closet and stripped out of my normal clothes and into my badminton outfit. Once I got on the shoes, placed my hat on and quickly raced down towards the badminton court.
As I ran through the palace, I was dodged servants and butlers but nearly may or may not have caused some of them to drop some stuff like plates, or accidentally bumped into pillars holding priceless vahzes to which of course were caught by the servants and I apologized profusely before taking ff running again.
“Here I am right on time as promised and I—” I suddenly tripped over my feet and I saw dozens of people coming towards me but I said as I stood up, “I’m good. I’m all good it’s all good.”
“I swear (y/n) you are probably the clumsiest girl I’ve ever seen. Even as a child you were.” I heard my mum tease.
“Mum please!” I whined out.
“Alright my Princess, let’s see what I’ve told you to practice.” My instructor Javier said.
“Bring it on Javey.” I challenged. He served first and I quickly went after it.
Practice went on for the next hour and a half and by then I was beat and winded.
“Not bad your highness, although your stance is still a little off balance on some of your swings, you’ve got to make sure to pivot your dominant foot before striking the birdie.”
“Yes Javier.” I said as I took a sip of water.
“But other than that well done, your strike is excellent and you’ve got good distance on you. Keep that up and you could go pro if you want to.”
“Thank you again Javier, same time next week?” my mum said and he nodded before taking his leave. “Oh hey (y/n) guess what?”
“What is it mum?” I asked her.
“Well I’ve heard some news that for the next Marvel movie, they will be filming it here in London.”
“Really? Which movie is it?”
“The next Spiderman movie.” It was then I spat out my water.
“The…the new Spiderman movie…shut…up!”
“I do not lie love.”
“So that means….”
“Yep the entire cast will be filming some scenes here in London.” I then offered a crazy idea, I mean really crazy and I didn’t know if she would allow it but I just had to try.
“Can we invite them over for tea and brunch when they come?”
“Well…..”
“Please mum, please! I’d never wanted anything more than this, you know that!” She looked at me and she said.
“When your father gets done with his meeting I’ll talk to him about it. If he’s in, I’m in.” I squealed and hugged her thanking her repeatedly.
Later that day as I was doing some homework, (mostly political stuff because hell even royalty needs to go to school) when I heard a knock at my door.
“Come in.” It was then both my parents came in. My dad had his usual stoic face while my mum looked like she just wanted to burst out a secret.
“Your mother tells me you wish to invite some of the cast of the new Spiderman movie over for tea and brunch.” His tone was low and authorative, and I knew whenever he spoke like that, there was no chance of horsing around.
“Yes father.” I spoke softly as I gave my full attention to him.
“Your mother and I talked about it, and she suggests that it would be a good idea for you to hang around people your own age so we’ll send out an invitation for the entire young cast members of the film.” I think at that moment my heart just stopped.
“Are—are you serious?” I as bewildered. He nodded and that’s when I squealed in pure joy as I hugged him and thanked him repeatedly. He hugged me back and stroked down my hair and I felt him place a kiss at the top of my head.
“But there are conditions.”
“I better sit down for this.” I sighed as I went back over to my bed.
“First, I will be there with you to meet them.” I nodded and he said, “Second, if I see that you and Tom aren’t with the rest of the group and see the door less than 3 inches open, then they are all out. And number……”
“And number three your father promises not to be an overbearing daddy bear.” Said my mum as she wrapped her arms around his waist leaning against his shoulder.
“We’ll send out the invitation once the cast arrives here for their London location shooting.” With that my parents left my room and once they left I squealed and jumped backwards into my bed literally fangirling out at the fact that I was going to meet Tom Holland.
*Tom’s POV*
Once we had gotten done with the Atlanta shoots, we flew out to my hometown of London. After a day of filming here in London it was then I was told by my manager that I personally had been given a special letter. Thinking it was from either a loving fan or even my nana (since she still sends in letters, not really tech-savvy) but it wasn’t until I had seen the Royal cross and the special wax-sealing that I began to panic.
“Oh shit, Harry come look at this!” Harry came running into the room and he said.
“Wha What is it?” I then showed him the letter which bared the Royal cross and he said.
“Wow is—is that……”
“Yeah.” I answered breathlessly.
“Well what the hell are you waiting for open it!” I broke the seal and it almost felt like I was waiting my letter to Hogwarts and I unfolded the letter inside and it read.
To Mr. Tom Holland,
My daughter Princess (Y/n) Diana Elizabeth Charlotte (l/n) has expressed pure interest in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, specifically the Spiderman movies. Having been told that the cast would be here, you all are cordially invited to Buckingham Palace to spend one full day with the Princess herself.
You are allowed to bring as many of your younger cast members along to join her for tea and brunch. Please RSVP us back immediately once you have come to a decision.
Thank you and have a good day and filming process.
Sincerely,
King Brian Harold Harrison Adams (L/n).
Holy shit. The Princess of London is a fan of the Marvel movies. I thought politicians and rulers couldn’t focus on anything but politics but now knowing that the Princess herself is a fan, it was—mind boggling!
“Well what’s it say?”
“We’ve been invited to Buckingham Palace for tea and brunch with the Princess.”
“Wait, you mean Princess (y/n)? The Princess (y/n)?!”
“Yeah. And she’s even wanting to invite the rest of the cast to come along.”
“Whose invited us to where?” Peeking in was Zendaya and Jacob.
“Guys, we’ve been invited to be amongst London’s royalty.” Answered Harry.
“No freakin way are you serious!?” exclaimed Jacob as he raced over and took the letter from Harry’s hand.
“I shit you not guys.” Said Harry.
“Okay wow this is…..are we supposed to wear anything fancy to the palace? I mean I only had to do a meeting royalty for the Greatest Showman but this—this is the real deal now.”
“It’ll be okay Zendaya, it doesn’t say anything about a dress code so I guess just casual will do, but if you want I guess we could do semi-casual.” I said as I placed my hand on her shoulder trying to calm her down.
“When are we supposed to go?” asked Jacob.
“It say this Thursday.” I answered.
“That’s two days from now.” Harry stated.
“So are we gonna go?” asked Jacob.
“I’ll talk with Jon when we get ready on set and we’ll see what he says.” Man I still can’t believe it, the Princess (y/n) is a fan of the Marvel movies and she’d like to hang out with us. Somebody pinch me because I must be dreaming.
After talking with Jon about this visitation, he allowed us to have a late afternoon/evening shoot once we got done with our meeting with the royal family.
Finally the day had arrived.
Instead of getting one of our cars ready, a car sent by Queen Anita herself to pick up me and my friends. As we drove down towards Buckingham Palace, I said to them.
“Okay guys remember we’re gonna be before royalty. So that means no funny business, no insulting or offending stances, and try not to embarrass yourselves.”
“Uhh Tom, I think you should look in the mirror and say that.” Zendaya teased. I glared at her and soon we felt the car stop. We all looked out and even though I’ve driven past it most of my life, here I was standing right before the actual gates of Buckingham Palace.
“Spiderman Far from home party?” one of the security guards came up to us. We nodded and he said, “We’ve been expecting you, right this way.” We were escorted throughout the large corridors, all the while I heard Jacob say.
“Wow. Never did I think I would get the chance to walk through an actual castle.”
“I mean I had to but that was just a set. No this is the real deal.” Said Zendaya. We walked for what felt like eternity until finally we reached the grand throne room.
There sitting on the throne were King Brian and Queen Anita. Our escort then stood before them and said.
“I present to you, King Brian and his fair Queen Anita.”
“Your majesties.” I said as I bowed along with all my friends.
“Oh please rise Tom, you and your friends are no strangers to us. Richard, go fetch our daughter.” Said Queen Anita.
“Yes my Queen.” He bowed and went off to go get the Princess.
“Your palace is amazing your majesties…..uhh your highnesses….I mean….” Jacob started stammering before Zendaya kicked him in the shin making him cry out.
“Thank you Jacob.” Said King Brian gratefully.
“Presenting, her royal highness, Princess (y/n) Diana Elizabeth Charlotte (l/n).” Richard’s voice soon proclaimed. It was then coming out from the side door was the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen.
She was in a beautiful lavender A-line wickstead dress. Her hair was done in gentle waves and she wore one of those large sunhats of the same color. It kinda reminded me of one of those old school movies from like the 30’s or 40’s when the actress would walk in wearing those big hats before revealing the beautiful face underneath. She walked up towards us and smiled widely.
*My POV*
God I can’t believe they’re really here! Zendaya, Jacob, Harry (Tom’s assistant) and of course the leading man himself, Tom Holland. They were all dressed up in semi-formal outfits.
“Hi. I’m so glad you all accepted the invitation. I’m a huge fan of the MCU but if I had to pick, then Homecoming if defiantly my #1”
“Wow that’s awesome!” said Jacob.
“Thanks Princess.” Said Zendaya.
“Oh please no formalities I hate that. Call me (y/n). And by the way Zendaya, amazing job in the Greatest showman, I literally can’t stop watching that film.”
“Thanks, you know I did all my own stunts in that right?”
“Shut up!” she exclaimed.
“For real I did, as did Zac.”
“Okay that’s it, you’re officially the coolest person ever!” She grinned and the two of us shook hands with each other. Guess I already found my best friend of the cast. I then turned to Tom and said to him. “You’ve been a bit quiet Tom, is everything alright?” He stammered but managed to say.
“Y-yeah. Yeah everything’s…..everything’s fine.” His voice even did that cute little boyish crack. I smiled and said.
“I hope you weren’t expecting anything grand or different.”
“No!” he suddenly blurted out which echoed throughout the throne room. He cleared his throat embarrassed and said, “I mean no, not at all. I mean I wasn’t expecting much I mean—” I giggled softly. Oh go he was cuter in person.
“Well, since you all are already dressed, I’ll escort you to the garden where Martin will serve us our tea and brunch. If you all will please follow me.” I then escorted them out of the throne room and out to the garden.
*Tom’s POV*
As we were walking I couldn’t help but think how much of an idiot she must think I am.
“Mate what’s going on with you?” whispered Harry. I shrugged and that’s when I felt my phone vibrate. I opened it up to see that Zendaya had texted me saying.
Smooth lover boy
I glared at her and she just grinned smugly at me.
*My POV*
We soon arrived at the garden where Martin and Chessie were serving us brunch and tea. The garden was decored with the finest silk streamers and the tea set we were using today was imported to us from Japan. The finest Japanese tea set we’ve ever had the privilege of owning.
“I hope all of this isn’t too much for all of you. I don’t wish to overwhelm you all.” I said.
“No, no this is great. Never did I think we’d get to go into a real royal palace.” Jacob said.
“And these teacups are so beautifully decorated.” Said Zendaya as she admired her teacup.
“Yeah. It was hand painted by one of the best Japanese painters and sculptures.”
“Wait so this was also sculpted too?” I nodded. It was then Chessie came in and said.
“So what shall it be today your majesty.”
“Ohh Chessie you know the rules, guest always go first.”
“Right, right forgive me Princess.” Zendaya went and ordered some blueberry French toast, Jacob got the order of deviled eggs, Harry ordered some Egg and cheese hash brown waffles, and surprising Tom asked for my favorite brunch meal the Vanilla crumpets with cinnamon cream.
“So you like vanilla crumpets too?” I asked.
“Yeah uhh….my mum always made them for brunch when I was a kid and I just can’t stop eating them.”
“Yeah, my mum got me into these when we went on a business trip to Madrid. Ever since then I had it immediately put on the brunch menu.” Soon enough the food arrived and I asked, “So how long are you all here shooting in London for?”
“Three months?” questioned Zendaya.
“Yeah about three months. Just to get some of the vacation shots before we have to go back to Atlanta.” Answered Harry.
“So Jacob, Zendaya have you two seen more of the city yet?”
“Not yet, film schedules keep us on our toes that we rarely have any time to go see the sights. And this is my first time visiting London.” Answered Jacob.
“Well if you’re willing as well as with the permission of your director. I’d be more than willing to give you all a royal escort throughout the town. I can even show you my favorite sights.”
“Really you’d do that? Oh thank you your majesty. Uhh I mean (y/n), sorry.”
“It’s okay Jacob.”
“So (y/n), if you had to pick your favorite marvel superhero who would it be?” asked Zendaya. I blushed and quickly looked to Tom and said.
“Well I mean…..not to be biased since the actor playing my favorite character is here but Spiderman was my first superhero movie I ever saw. Saw it during Toby Maguire’s movies, then I watched the Andrew Garfield ones, wasn’t as into them as Toby but…..when Civil War came out I—guess I found my new favorite Spiderman.”
“Re—really?” Tom asked. I bashfully nodded and I said.
“Yeah, ever since then I’ve been diving into the Spiderman rabbit hole. Reading everything I could. I even have some of the original comic books up in my room.”
“You’re serious? The Original copies!? Like first print editions?” exclaimed Harry.
“Mm-hmm. Got the as birthday presents. Didn’t ask for them but dad has always spoiled me like that. I—only just wish I could’ve met the creator of my favorite franchise. I’m so sorry to hear about him.”
“We never even saw it coming. I mean yeah he was old but every time we saw him he was—just so full of love and life. And now he’s gone.” Tom said solemnly. I then reached out for his hand, hoping that I wasn’t crossing anything but I said to him.
“Yeah, and I have no doubt in my mind he finally got to see the Spiderman he imagined through you Tom. And—at least he’s now reunited with his wife. It couldn’t have been easy living without her with as long as they’ve been together.” He looked at me and softly smiled before gently squeezing my hand back. God his hands were so warm.
“He even kept a picture of her in his pocket and he’d look at it every time he was on set with us after she died. He really did love her.” Zendaya said.
“I’d probably do the same.”
“He was a great man, and he’ll be forever missed. To Stan “the Man” Lee.” Harry said as he raised his teacup.
“To Stan “the Man” Lee.” We all joined in the cheers.
After we all had brunch I showed the guys more of the palace grounds. From the garden, to the meeting rooms, the training facility (cause hey even a royal Princess needs to know how to defend herself) and the shooting range.
“Oh hey guys I haven’t shown you the best part, c’mon follow me!” we all raced along the corridors till we reached my dance room. In here I’ve got practically every dance game known to mankind from the old school Dance, Dance revolutions, to the current Just Dance. The Michael Jackson experience, Black-eyed Peas experience, and everything else in-between. You name it, I’ve got it.
“Whoa!” the all choired out in awe.
“Welcome to my personal ballroom.”
“(Y/n) this is—this is dope. This is…..you’ve got practically very dance game that’s ever been released. Even the old machine ones that you jump up and down on to match the arrows with.” Said Zendaya. I entered into the changing room to put on some more casual clothes that are appropriate for dancing and said.
“Yep. So you guys think you can take on the champ?” I bragged.
“Please Princess, I’ve got the high score on Just Dance 3 by beating these three losers.” Zendaya bragged as she tossed her hair aside.
“Well then, care to see who the champion of champion really is?”
“Oh girl you are on.” We slapped hands with each other and I got the game set up. I told the guys where to find some clothes in case they didn’t want to ruin their formal attire and let it get all sweaty. Zendaya came out wearing a black tank top with a pink heart on it as well as yoga pants. Jacob wore a plain white t-shirt and khaki colored pants, Harry kept his jeans but changed into a grey short sleeved shirt and Tom was wearing a black basket-ball like t-shirt as well as pants. I adverted my eyes so that I wouldn’t be caught staring at those toned arms of his.
I turned on the X-box 360 and went through the process of getting through the menu and both Zendaya and I signed in as a duel battle.
“Alright you pick the song Z-Daya.”
“Gladly your majesty. And don’t worry I’ll make sure to make it an easy song.” At that point the guys exclaimed as she had burned me.
“Ohh that’s how it is huh?”
“That’s exactly how it is Princess.” She teased. She scrolled through the menu until she reached ‘Pump it’ by the Black-eyed Peas. “You ready?”
“Are you?” I mocked as I stretched out my arms and gave my legs a good shake off. Zendaya jumped up and down shaking out her nerves and I slide the screen to play.
I’ll admit, Zendaya definitely kept me up on my toes. It was literally a back and forth of us either nailing the move or one of us missing a step or two. Our scores were practically neck and neck but in the end she did end up beating me by 100. The boys were all cheering and Zendaya and I clasped hands with each other and hugged it out.
“You weren’t kidding, you truly are the master.”
“Yeah but gotta admit, you’ve worked me harder than those three chuckleheads over there combined.”
“Okay so whose next?” For the next couple hours it was nothing but dance battles. Tom vs. Harry, Harry vs. Jacob, Jacob vs. Tom, Tom vs. Zendaya, and every other combination you can think of. That was until it came to Tom vs. me. I was scrolling through the playlist until Rihanna’s Umbrella came on and at that point everyone but Tom exclaimed.
“DO THAT! THAT’S THE ONE! DO THAT!”
“Ohh god guys no!” Tom groaned.
“Ohh c’mon Tommy honey that’s your song!” Jacob exclaimed.
“Are you guys talking about the time you two were on Lip Sync Battle?” I asked.
“Oh my god you—you saw that?” squeaked Tom.
“Yeah, I didn’t see it live but a friend of mine showed me the Youtube link and I was….amazed. You’re a pretty good dancer Tom, and you definitely pulled off the Rihanna look quite well.” He blushed and cleared his throat and said.
“Okay we’ll—we’ll do it. If you’re game for it.”
“Ohh I’m game. But in the light of us doing this song, if we’re gonna do it….” I quickly raced over to my prop box and pulled out two umbrellas. “We’ll do it right!” I tossed him one of the umbrellas and everyone cheered. I went back to the controls and scrolled through the list explaining to them, “Let me just find the one with the alternate duel battle of this song. That doesn’t have the umbrella in it.” After about 7 songs, I found it. “You ready?”
“Let’s do it.” He said. I pressed the start key and I got into position one.
I gotta say even with a whole different choreography than he learned the first time, Tom still knows how to work an umbrella and how to sensualize himself when the dance called for it. I was just thankful this wasn’t a Lip sync battle cause otherwise I would’ve definitely lost.
*Tom’s POV*
Wow she was good. She was…..she knew exactly how to keep in time with each dance move and it….wow she was sensational. I swore I almost got distracted and almost stopped dancing because I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that like me she had dancing experiences when she was a child.
By the end of it all she ended up winning but I wasn’t a sore loser about it, I congratulated her on the win.
“Not bad, you still got it.” She said.
“Thanks, hey did uhh—did you ever take dance lessons before?”
“A little bit, mostly ballet but I hated it so I quit within a year. No most of my dancing comes from playing these games.”
“Well you danced like a pro.” I said.
“Care to go for another round?”
“Uhh hate to break it up guys but that was Jake. Says Jon wants us back on set within an hour.” Harry said as he held up his phone.
“Aww man but I was about to break my high score on Crazy little thing called love. And I was gonna have (y/n) be my leading lady!” Zendaya whined out.
“Sorry guys but we gotta go.”
“No problem, go ahead and change and I’ll have a car for you guys outside to escort you back to the set.” She explained but I could sense the sadness in her tone. Call it my own ‘spider sense’ but I could tell she was a bit disappointed in the visit being cut so short. And believe me she wasn’t the only one.
After getting changed back into the clothes we came in with and walking through the hallways to the same path we came in on, Harry pulled me aside and said.
“Alright when you gonna tell her?”
“Tell who what?”
“Don’t play games her Thomas, all day you’ve been making goo-goo eyes at the Princess. When you gonna tell her you love her?” Zendaya pressured.
“Whoa what? Love!? Who—who said anything about love? I mean yeah she’s cute but I—she….” Of course all three of them weren’t buying this and I sighed heavily and said, “So what if I did? Huh? She a Princess. I’m just an actor. I’d never fit in with her class.”
“Bullshit, don’t you know she’s been making the same lovey-dovey look to you. She does love you. And not just because you’re Spiderman dude, you’re a total catch. Now let her reel you in!” Zen lectured me.
Soon we reached the main entrance and walked out of the palace and there standing by the same driver that brought us here was (y/n). We all walked towards her and she said.
“Thank you all again for accepting my invitation this…was the most fun I’ve had in years.”
“Thank you (y/n) for inviting us. I really hope we can hang out again sometime.” Jacob said as they shook hands with each other and he got into the car first. Zen walked up to her and said.
“See yah later Princess.”
“See you Zendaya, and I promise next time we meet on the dance battlefield, I will show you why I am the champion.”
“I’ll be counting on that.” They clasped hands with each other before hugging each other and she went into the car. Harry walked up to her and bowed his head.
“Thank you your royal highness for this lovely day.” He spoke with such a posh tone it was laughable, and (y/n) seemed to agree with it.
“You are most welcome kind Harrison.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it just to irk me before getting into the car. Finally it was my turn. The two of us stood face to face with each other and we both spoke up at the same time.
“I just wanted—” we both laughed nervously and I told her to go first.
“I….especially want to thank you for coming. I—didn’t think you’d come personally.”
“I maybe an actor but I’m not like all those spoiled kid actors that throw tantrums if they don’t get their way.” She smiled and continued,
“Still it—made me happy that you all accepted the invitation.”
“Thank you for inviting us. And hey if—if you have time to come by the set, I’ll personally see to it that you are given all access to everything. Just as long as you don’t spoil it.”
“Don’t worry I won’t. I’m not like you when it comes to spoilers.” I gawked at her which made her laugh some more but I didn’t retaliate cause it was true. “Well, goodbye Tom.” She held her hand out to me and I took it and we shook on it.
“Goodbye, (y/n).” she smiled before finally letting go of my hand and she started heading back up the stairs towards the palace. Graaahhh! You bloody idiot go after her! This could be the last time you see her! Go. After. Her. C’mon Spiderman! “(Y/n) wait!” I raced up towards her and I quickly said as I gripped her shoulders, “I pray I don’t get shot for this.” Then I went for it.
I kissed her, right on the lips.
I felt her tense up but she didn’t push me away. I felt her wrap her arms around me as the kiss deepened a bit before we finally separated. The two of us softly panting and I said.
“God I—I’m sorry I-I-I-I just….it’s just that I….” she interrupted me by kissing me again before whispering.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed for this to happen.”
“R-really?”
“Yeah. Sorry if that sounds creepy.”
“No! No not at all. I—it’s just when you first walked out it….it looked like I was looking at an angel, oh god that sounds so cringy doesn’t it?”
“A little. But also sweet. Most boys that I meet either just want to get to the crown or just treat me as a Princess. They don’t see me for what’s underneath, and I’m glad you got to see that.”
“Anytime. So…..are we….” I drawled out as I gestured between the two of us. She giggled and said.
“Only if you’re okay with it.”
“I’m okay if you’re okay.”
“Okay then we’re okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Alright this is getting old.” She joked which made us both laugh.
“Can I….get your number?” She nodded and we exchanged phone numbers with each other and I sent her a test text and once she got it, she simply replied with a heart emoji. “I’ll give you a call whenever we get done filming.”
“Sounds good, have fun filming. Spiderman.” I smiled at her and gave her one last kiss before she turned and walked back up towards the palace.
From the car I could see the guys all giving me emphasized winks and thumbs up. I rolled my eyes at them but I couldn’t help but thank those guys in the end. If they hadn’t gotten me to admit that I had fallen in love with (y/n), I wouldn’t have gotten the guts to kiss her and show her how I felt about her.
As I got into the car, I couldn’t help but stare down at her message and so I sent her a kissy face emoji along with a little message. That typical three word phrase “I Love you” MY Princess.
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I accidentally stalked an e-girl
Oh god, this may be clickbaity and makes no sense but I have no idea how on Earth I’m supposed to title it, so I should just explain.
I’m really just using this blog as a playground where I can just talk about things on a whim rather than get in my head about how its curated, so if a title makes me kinda look bad, so be it.
We’ll refer to this lady as G. She is a recognised (not prominent) singer/rapper in the UK, specifically London, and I was a fan of her music. At that point, she was fairly fresh in the game, with her 30 minute soundcloud mix/EP released that garnered traction from my spotify suggestion playlist.
Absolutely typical e-girl look. Conventionally attractive, with a alternative edge of coloured hair and piercings.
The first time I had seen her in person, she was getting off the overground at highbury and islington station. I recognised her by her hair, but didn’t have time to properly see if it was her, so I decided to tweet her when I was home asking if she was there wearing a lilac maxi-skirt.
Turns out, she replied, it was a pair of long and loose trousers.
Anyway. You’d think the story ended there, however not on my watch apparently.
I was in a cafe near my university and I saw her!
She was sat down, drinking a cup of tea or something, and I asked her if she was who I thought she was.
She was! I was excited! We had a long chat about her situation and found out she was local to the area. I thought it would be a great idea to keep in touch with her as one of my upcoming projects was to film a music video, and I figured that this would be the perfect opportunity to do so.
We exchanged socials and went about our day.
I was so joyfully inept after that interaction, that I left my Macbook in the cafe, as I was supposed to be working there.
Thankfully I managed to retrieve it, but the story of getting to that point will probably be a shorter, separate one. I’ll add the scope for a hyperlink here when I get to it.
Long story short, although G was lovely, her management refused to let us shoot with her for the music video, and that was fine.
We found another artist, and moved on with our lives. I was happy that we (to this day) are still mutuals and was comfortable admiring her from a distance.
Our paths crossed again during- wait for it- a Charli XCX/PC music halloween party I won tickets for.
When we (my friend and I) were in, it was quickly established who won their entry, and who was invited, made possible by balenciaga drip coating members of The Echelon™️ and different coloured wristbands.
That’s why some people on the invite list actively refused to talk to me, and it really affected my confidence in speaking to others at the time, making it a bit overwhelming to do more than wave at her when we caught each other dancing.
To summarise, a lot of shit went down (enabling another linkeroo here) but there was a succinct moment where I could’ve caught up with G, beyond just dancing with her during a DJ set, but due a massive kerfuffle to the say the least, I had to rush around and ignore her.
Looking back on it, it would’ve been a good idea to have shot her a quick DM apologising for the lack of catch up but I was really overwhelmed by the entire situation and figured she was “over me” because she got invited to a party that I could only enter by chance.
Fast forward to not much interaction until I meet her by absolute chance! One of my favourite pastimes has and always will be viewing live music- and as someone who had their fair share of viewing industry giants (a privilege I can attribute to my childhood bestie’s mum’s career), at that point in alternative-ville I was obsessed with those who were up and coming.
So we are at this gig, and I am aware that the musician performing has, in fact, interacted with G on social media in the past, but figured that was about it.
The person performing was a really little known musician from Scotland that spotify suggested for me (thanks again, spots) and it was really surprising to see that G was there!
I bit my tongue again the entire time, and kept to the rear sides/bar although I’m pretty sure she noticed me. Firstly, I was just way too awkward to initiate the reunion, and Secondly, was under the weird impression that to her, there could only be so many weird occurances to see my face and call it a coincidence.
Hence the title of this post!
Gosh, I hope that whoever is reading this is finding it entertaining.
As mentioned previously, we are still following each other on social media, but I’ve never and am still really uncomfortable communicating with her because I have been perpetually feeling like an awkward fan who’s toeing the line of accidental stalker, when I really just want nothing other to be a chill acquaintance or maybe friend if I got to know her better.
The reason why I made this my premier post is because it was recently brought up in (socially distant) conversation with my friend. They mentioned that they had a crush on this guitarist they knew in a band, and with a bit of research I discovered guitarist and G were mates, and that the band they were in were going on tour with her at the end of the year!
Who woulda thought. Now I have to wrestle with the idea of playing wingman to my friend and risk gig security being on my ass in the event that I am seen as some kind of threat.
I promise I’m not!! I’m just here for the vibes.
Tell me, team, should I go to the gig? Am I being too anxious about this whole palaver? Let me know by messaging me!
Also, what type of content would you like to see more of? As much as this is a personal contribution, I’d love to hear other people’s thoughts of Shoreditch and how painful it can actually be.
Signing off,
L xx
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album talk
summary: y/n tlaks about her album, but she can’t help but talk about her boyfriend.
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You waved to all of the camera crew, walking into the interview set and sitting on your designated chair. Placing your Starbucks tea onto the ground next to the chair, you smoothed out your skirt before jumping onto the tall chair. You played on your phone a little bit before hearing the door open, indicating someone coming into the room. You put your phone under your leg before smiling warmly at the stranger and standing to shake her hand.
“Hello, Y/N! I’m Amanda with E! News and I’m here to interview you today, how have you been?” the woman asked before turning her head to watch her footing to her chair. You smiled enthusiastically back before clapping happily.
“I’m so, so great today! How’re you doing? I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.” the woman giggled nervously before tucking her hair behind her hair.
“I know who you are, I love your music so much. Your new album is so fantastic,” she breathed out. You blushed before slapping your hands onto your cheeks to cover the warmth.
“You’re a right babe, aren’t you? Just here to make my cheeks burn off.” the cameraman cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions and gave the all-clear to begin the interview. You both adjusted yourselves one last time before starting.
“Hi there, I’m Amanda Hoffman here with Y/N L/N to talk about her new album, Snap Back. How are you doing today, Y/N?” you smiled before clasping your hands together to hang over your knees loosely.
“I’m doing so good, how are you?” you swung your legs back and forth, completely relaxed.
“I’m doing great, thank you. Anyways, your new album, Snap Back is a huge hit in forty-three countries, and at number one on Billboard Top 40’s, your new song, Bad Ideas. How do you feel?” you sucked in air through your teeth before nodding slowly.
“You know, it all feels a bit surreal. I mean in no way have I ever expected me to be this successful, especially with a song that I’ve had half-written for the past three years. But yeah, it feels great, I’m proud of me, my family is proud, all of the loved ones are just overjoyed, really.” Amanda gleamed with pride at your words and glanced down at her questions.
“Yes, obviously we know who it’s written about, and you said that it’s been written since 2016? Is that when-” you nodded interrupting her.
“Yeah, when I met Tom? Yeah, when I first starting seeing Tom - Tom Holland, by the way, for anyone who didn’t know - when I started seeing him romantically, hell even before then, I just knew that he was it for me so I just started writing. But I’ll admit, life did get a little chaotic, what with his new movies and with me helping other artists with their music, so I had to put the song aside for a while, but I just got into the groove again a couple of months again so I just finished it along with a couple of other songs.”
“Yes, so could you tell us about the other songs as well?” you nodded and leaned down to grasp your drink in your hands before rattling off the songs.
“Yeah, the first song is obviously Bad Ideas, it’s about me being so in love with my boyfriend that it might seem a bit disrespectful to others, it’s that disgusting. It‘s just a song really about all of my feelings towards him and how I just love him so much that I’d really do things that would embarrass me or him just to show him my feelings,” you take a sip out of your cup before placing it on your knee.
“The second song isn’t me singing, it’s actually my dear friend, Andrew John Hozier-Byrne, and it’s called To Noise Making - and in parentheses, Sing. I was backing him in vocals but I helped him write it. It’s just basically about how singing is just a safe place for us, about how it’s kind of medicine in our worst times, and how we encourage you, ‘hey, even if you can’t sing, it’s bound to make you feel better - just sing.’” Amanda nodded, leaning on her arm chair causing it to creak obnoxiously.
“And how was it to work with Hozier?” you shrugged, taking another sip of your drink, clearing your throat.
“I mean, I really love him, he’s one of my best friends and he thinks of lyrics so gracefully, and much different than how most artists come up with lyrics. It’s really amazing to see him work and to work with him.” you nodded before furrowing your brows and fluttering your lips.
“Let’s see, third song, third song. Oh, yes, my third song was also not completely mine - my main goal with this album was to showcase talent so of course most of my songs were collaborations with artists, only about three out of seven songs were totally and completely mine. The third song was written with my beautiful babies, Little Mix. We wrote Joan of Arc together, and it’s really just a kind of feminist song and really body-positive. Honestly, when we heard it in its final cut for the first time, I bawled like a baby. It makes anyone feel good about themselves and it made me proud to listen to them, they’re really independent ladies who know their worth. That’s really rare nowadays, what with media corrupting beauty standards for our youth.” Amanda nodded passionately, and with a furrow in her brow, she smacked her knee.
“Yes, when I listened to that song, obviously it’s exciting and loud, but the lyrics just really make anyone feel like a powerful woman.” you nodded and waved your arms toward her as if to prove a point.
“Exactly, see that’s what we were aiming for. Anyways, the next song is a cover of the Elton John song, Don’t Go Breaking My Heart with the one and only, Taron Egerton. Obviously, it was for the movie Rocketman - which by the way, if you haven’t watched it, have you been living under a rock?” you directed towards the camera. “But let me just say that Tom and I have an apartment in London and in it I have a home studio. All of my collaborations were created in my apartment and honestly, Taron Egerton is the wildest man I have ever had the pleasure of being around. I love the man and he is a gift to this world. Also, the cover was for a movie, but I dedicate it to my boyfriend because I’m a sap and I love him.”
Amanda laughed before glancing back down at her notes. “And the last two songs?”
You nodded sagely, flipping your foot and resting it once more. “Ah yes, my heartbreak song. My one, Lie To Me, is about an old flame that I had a while ago, who cheated on me. Obviously, it was sad and I haven’t thought about it in a long time since I’ve been happy in a relationship, but I don’t think an album is complete without a variety of songs. So I had to dig up some old memories to make a bomb-ass song.
And my last one is called Hey Look Ma, I Made It. It’s a song about my success in the music industry, and it’s just kind of a childish pride where you’re really proud of something you made so you immediately brag to your mum, and that’s what I wrote a song about. Although, if you listen to the lyrics, it shows a lot of phrases that suit a much older person, especially since I’m a twenty-three-year-old, but that’s because my dear friend Brenden Urie helped me with a few lyrics.” Amanda smiled happily and shuffled her cards.
“Obviously, you had a busy year, but you work fast. You’ve been writing your album, but you also helped a ton of other artists write their songs as well, is that correct?” you nodded. “Could you name a few?”
Your eyebrows raised and you let out a hefty sigh. “Just this year?” you asked her. She nodded and you shrugged softly. “I mean, I helped a lot with Ariana Grande’s Sweetener album, I helped with some of Machine Gun Kelly’s music, some of Shawn Mendes, Some of Hozier, I’ve helped with quite a few, but songs that I’ve written for artists might be ones that the public may recognize. I wrote successful, sweetener, and R.E.M off of Ariana’s album, I wrote bad guy for Billie Eilish, Short Kings Anthem for blackbear and Cody and Noel - that was incredibly fun. Just to name a few.”
Amanda hissed as well, raising her eyebrows. “Well, you’ve certainly had a busy couple of years. I know that we’re running out of time, and I know that this is about your album, but can we talk about you and Tom Holland?” You sighed out of relief.
“Oh god, yes. You don’t know how many times a day I want to explode talking about him.” Amanda giggled, waving her arms.
“So you’ve been dating for three years,” you nod in response. “How is it still waking up to him every day?” you sigh sadly before uncrossing your legs to cross it the opposite way.
“Yeah, recently he’s been filming so I haven’t seen as much of him as I want to - although he’s here with me today - every day I see him, my heart still beats faster and I still get butterflies in my stomach, same as when we first kissed.” Amanda’s eyes widened and she slapped her hands onto her chair arms.
“Wait, Tom is here right now?” you nod and point towards the door.
“Yeah, he’s hiding outside. Do you want me to bring him in here?” Amanda nods savagely and you pull your phone from under your leg to text him to come into the room.
Minutes later, Tom enters the room in a baseball cap and a t-shirt. He walks towards you looking at his phone, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You lean up to kiss his cheek and wrap your arms around his middle.
“Hello, handsome. Find your way here alright?” He nodded, looking up from his phone for a minute to smirk at you and to press a quick peck to your lips. Amanda squealed in excitement and stuck out her hand.
“Hello, I’m Amanda, nice to meet you, I love you guys.” Tom smiles and takes her hand, shaking it gently.
“Hello, I’m Tom, it’s good to hear that,” he looks back at you. “Why am I here? Are we going to be spilling tea about our relationship? I hate her everyone, she makes my life a living hell. She refuses to do her laundry!” he yells into your mic that you’re hooked onto. You shake your head and smack his lightly.
“No, you div. We’re here to talk about how happy we are, so make it look like we’re happy. Besides. I may not do laundry but you don’t do the fucking dishes, so fuck off.” he giggles and wraps his other arm around your chest so he could hug you properly. You roll your eyes and allow your arms to go limp. Amanda claps her hands with glee but then pouts afterward.
“Unfortunately, my time here is finished so everyone, go listen to Snap Back, and go watch Avengers: Endgame in theatres! Again, this is Amanda Hoffman, and you’ve been watching with E! News.” She looked away from the camera and looked at you guys with a smile.
“It was a pleasure talking with you, Amanda. Unfortunately, I’ve gotta cut this interaction short so this man-child can go play FIFA with his friends and brothers.” Amanda shook her head frantically and waved her hands as if waving away a fly.
“Not a problem at all, Y/N. It was a real privilege to speak with you.” You glare at her and smack the air.
“Pish posh, don’t speak like I’m the Queen. It’s no privilege to talk to me no more than it is to talk to you,” you look away from here to look at the camera crew. “Anyways, thank you guys so much for what you do, I hope you all have a nice day.”
You and Tom walk away to the hotel lobby to meet with Harrison and Harry, intertwined hands swinging back and forth between you.
“I heard how you talked about me in there. Are you going to apologize for being so disrespectful?” you shrug and smile slyly at him.
“Not really. What are you gonna do about it?” you ask him as you both slip into the elevator. He smirks and pulls you forcefully into him, one hand on your lower back and the other pulling on the hair at the nape of your neck to pull your head back. He trailed his nock along your throat, placing soft kisses on your collarbones.
“Don’t sass me, baby. Little girls who tease their daddies get in trouble.”
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Ardour
Tom Holland x reader
Summary: You got the role of a lifetime, playing the daughter of Anthony Stark in the Avengers movies. Celebrity life comes with a lot of nice things, but also some not-nice things.
Warnings: mentions of self-harm, suicide and eating-disorders
Word count: 18387
Chapters: 5
Chapter One
Warnings: none
It was always weird to get back into routine after months of filming. You felt a little lost, if you were being honest.
When you arrived in London with Benedict and Tom, your first emotion was sadness, because both men were welcomed by their families, and yours wasn’t there. But it was not intentional. Your father was still working on a movie in Hollywood, and your mother and brother were out of town for some modelling gigs – they would all be back before October, however.
When Tom’s mother offered to drive you home, you were more than pleased, and you let her drive you to the small, cosy house you called home. “You have a lovely house,” Tom commented as he helped unload your suitcase from the car. You smiled at him, taking the suitcase and hoisting your bag further up your shoulder. “Thank you. And thank your mother for bringing me home.”
You didn’t notice his gaze on you as you walked away, or the way he bit his lip as he cursed himself silently for chickening out – again. He wanted to ask you out so badly, but he just couldn’t. He was too scared you would reject him. You barely even knew him! You had only seen him a few times on set, since most scenes you shot were not together with him, and during the premiere, you had been seated in between Chris Evans and Elizabeth Olsen, so he had had no chance to talk to you.
“I’m home!” You sang as you opened the door, and you were greeted by soft barks and meows. Chuckling, you dropped your bag in the hallway, and entered the living room. Your black cat, whom you had named Loki, and your tabby cat – whom you had named Thor – were lying on the couch lazily, jumping up when you entered.
The two dogs – Pietro and Wanda – barked happily as they ran up to you, bouncing on your legs and almost pushing you on the floor. You laughed. This was a very nice welcome.
“Just… Walk the dog, alright?” Your mother sighed. You rolled your eyes, but she couldn’t see that through the phone. “Last time,” was all you said before hanging up, and you swung your legs over the edge of your bed, giving Loki a look. “I’m gonna go to dad’s apartment to pick up Nat. I’ll be back.” You bowed down to give your favourite cat a kiss, but he hissed and jumped off the bed before that could happen. You chuckled. Very much Loki.
Natasha was Alec’s new puppy. She was the sweetest little thing, and so despite your earlier protests about ‘walking that damn dog’, it wasn’t so bad. You even took her home, because you couldn’t let her all alone in that cold apartment again.
You watched a movie that night, and ordered pizza instead of cooking a proper meal. Together with your pets, you sat on the couch. “I am so glad mum’s left some food for you guys.” You laughed, and then your eye fell on the bag with carrots. “Shit!” You cursed, and hastily put your pizza on the couch. You quickly ran upstairs, blindly searching for the animal’s room.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I forgot all about you,” you mumbled as you lifted the small brown rabbit out of his cage. He looked at you without emotion, and you pressed him to your chest. “I am so, so sorry Peter, this will never happen again, alright?”
You fell asleep with Loki and Thor curled up in your arms, Peter on the pillow next to you, and Natasha, Pietro and Wanda on the end of the bed, with their heads close to your legs.
* * *
The sunshine woke you up, and you yawned before stretching. Then, you opened your eyes and sighed.
Checking your phone, you noticed you had four missed calls from Tom H. You unlocked your phone and called him back.
“Hiddleston.” You greeted him sleepily, slowly getting out of bed. “Y/N?” Tom asked, and you pursed your lips as you walked into your closet. “Yeah?” “Where the fuck are you?” And then it dawned on you. “Shit!” You said out loud, and you almost dropped your phone. “That’s what I thought,” Tom said gruffly, “are you coming or what?” “Just – uhm, wait for me outside, please. I’ll be out within ten.”
“You look absolutely radiant,” Tom said with a smile as you stepped out, your hands tightly gripping the leashes of the three dogs. “Shut it.” You snapped at him, and you pushed Pietro’s leash in his hands.
“How was filming?”
“It was tiring. But the premiere was good.”
Tom smiled. “It’s good to have you back Y/N.” You grinned at him. “Yeah, not many people can hold it out so long without me. But you’re special, Tom.” He laughed, throwing his head in his neck. “I've barely slept since you were gone, thank you very much." You shot Tom a grin, and the two of you burst out laughing.
You had breakfast in a small café that you forgot the name of, together with Tom. He was reading a newspaper, while you fed the dogs small pieces of meat that the staff of the restaurant had given to them.
When you walked out of the restaurant, you noticed a few people sitting in cars with cameras. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Nat's leash a little tighter, ensuring that the small puppy wouldn't be run over. "Damn paparazzi." Tom grumbled beside you, and you nodded in acknowledgement.
You were home by twelve in the morning, and as you shut the door behind you, you could hear soft voices coming out of the living room. "I'm back!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, and before you knew it, a boy came racing into the hall. He knocked into you, and you both landed on the carpet on the ground. You laughed as you put your arms around your brother.
"Missed you too." You murmured, as he pulled back to look at you with glistening blue eyes. You smiled at him, wiping away a tear from his cheek. "It's good to see you, champ." You said softly, and he nodded. "I missed you." Your smile widened. "Next time, I'll make sure you can visit the set, alright?" He nodded and helped you up from the floor.
Your mother was there too, with another girl friend of hers, and they were chatting softly as you walked in.
"Y/N!" Your mother said, getting up to hug you. You smiled and patted her back. "Hey mom. Clarissa." You nodded towards the other woman, who smiled. "I saw the movie. You did a very good job, Y/N, you were very convincing in your role." You smiled kindly at her compliment and turned towards your brother. "How about we make lunch for mom and Clarissa?"
"Hey." You answered your phone without checking who it was. "Y/N!" You recognised the voice immediately, even though the words were spoken slightly slurred. "Darling, you need to come to this epic party tonight." You frowned. "Jack, why are you drunk?" "I'm not drunk, just a little tipsy," Jackie spoke, "but you need to come there. It's hosted by some important people, and it's some gala. You can even bring a date! There will be press everywhere, so you'll be able to make an even better name for yourself. See you then, love!" You sighed deeply. Then, you grabbed your phone again to scroll through your contacts.
Your finger lingered above Tom Holland. The two of you had gotten acquainted, ever since you met on the set of Civil War, and then on set for filming a few scenes of Spider-Man: Homecoming. And then during the filming of Infinity War, you had grown a little closer together. But he seemed a little nervous around you for most of the time, and judging by the looks he gave you sometimes, you could figure out that he liked you.
That was not a problem at all, really, because he was handsome, and he was cute, and he was very nice (and maybe you had a little crush on him, but nobody knew and that would stay that way if you could help it). But you liked to lay back a little, because you weren't sure if you were yet ready for a relationship.
So, you scrolled past him, and stopped at Harrison Osterfield. Yes, that would do. Determined, you pressed his name.
"Y/N Y/L/N. Didn't expect you to call me." Harrison drawled on the other side of the phone and you rolled your eyes, petting Thor softly as he purred and shifted in your lap. You and Harrison had done a few modelling gigs together, even ending up on the Seventeen cover together. The two of you had done quite a few interviews together before Civil War and you could say you were friends. Sort of. Back then, around the time that you were going to start filming, you and Harrison seemed to have quite a deep connection, but neither of you wanted to do something about it because you thought it wasn't going to work out. So, you stayed friends.
"Good to hear that," you said, "you know, I just returned from filming." Harrison laughed.
"I do. Tom's here." He said, and you quirked an eyebrow before remembering that he and Tom had become very good friends over the past three years. "I need a favour." You said. "And what's that, little angel?" You smiled at your old nickname.
"There's this gala tonight, surely you've heard of it. I'm going there. And I need to bring a date." He gasped. "Are you asking me to be your date, Y/N?"
What you didn't know, was that Harrison and Tom were sitting together on the couch at the moment, and when Tom heard what Harrison said, he couldn't help but flinch. He knew that you and Harrison were very good friends. He also knew that there was a time when you were a little bit more than friends but that neither of you had pursued it for your own reasons. Were you going to pursue Harrison now?
"Storm is going to be there." You squeaked nervously. Harrison frowned as he looked at his best friend, who was sinking into the couch. "Storm, as in, y'know? Coast?" "Yes." You sighed. "And she's been... well, she's been texting me lately. Says she wants me back and stuff." You mumbled into the phone. "After what happened between us, I don't know what I'm going to do when I see her, so I at least need a friend with me."
"Alright Y/N. I'll come with you." Harrison said, and you smiled. "But I'm taking Tom with me." You frowned. You heard some muffled voices, and then a door closed. "Look, I can't leave my best mate alone to go with you as your date when we're not even romantically involved anymore." "I know that, Haz. I know. Thank you. I'll see you tonight, I'll pick you up at nine." With that, you cancelled the call and let your head fall into your pillows. What were you going to do?
* * *
It wasn't that hard to pick out a dress.
First, you called your manager, Krista.
She, in turn, called your entire team to make sure you would be ready by eight.
Krista and your clothing stylist picked out a beautiful red dress with a short skirt that ended a little above the knees. The fish bone support around the waist made it easy for Vera to shape the dress to your figure and the front edge had been designed to be laced, which made it possible to adjust the size - which wasn't necessary. The dress had heavy and complicated and exquisite details (small red flowers graced the top and the off-shoulder short sleeves) which gave this dress a beautiful look together with the delicate handcraft applique, according to Vera and Krista. The skirt was beautiful too, mainly made of pink satin, with a dark net yarn fastened above it, making it change colours a bit when you shifted. There was a thin ribbon around your waist too, which was tied into a small bow.
Vera paired it with ballerina flats, which were a wine-red colour, and your hair stylist Fyn pulled your hair up into a beautiful bun atop your head, adorned with small red and pink flowers that Krista and Vera had picked out together.
They finished the look with a thin black choker, and a lovely delicate silver bracelet with a pendant in the shape of a rose dangling on it. You put on a few rings around your fingers - one that your father had given you, two that Alec had given you for your seventeenth birthday - six years ago - and a ring that your mother had given you, with a tiny diamond on it.
Your nails were painted wine-red, and because you wanted to keep it a little natural, Jordan (your make-up artist) decided to keep a low profile on your face. Just a little bit of foundation, highlighter, bronzer, mascara and lipstick in a flary red colour.
All in all, you loved how you looked in the end.
You twirled in front of the mirror, admiring your tanned legs that looked even longer now, with the short skirt of the dress. "You look perfect!" Jordan exclaimed, and Vera clapped softly. You turned, smiling. "And that's all thanks to you." Everyone laughed and turned in for a group hug. Later, you asked Alec to take a picture of you and your entire team, and you posted it on your Instagram, saying: I'm so grateful for my entire team, who are still willing to work with me after all these years. Thank you, everyone.
When you arrived at Harrisons house, your chauffeur was the one who stepped out to greet them. You were nervous to see them again - you and Harrison talked on the phone a lot, and you Face Timed sometimes, but you hadn't seen each other in real life for over seven months. And as for Tom... well, you were just nervous to see him at all. You knew he liked you - well, you thought he did - but he was nervous around you and you didn't know him well enough to ask him about it.
"You look hot," was Harrisons first comment when he stepped into the car, and you giggled. "You don't look wrong yourself Haz." Tom got into the car too and shot you a nervous smile. "You look very pretty." You smiled at him. "Thank you."
When Harrison helped you get out of the car - being the gentleman he was, of course Tom and he got out first on the other side to open your door and help you - the cameras started flashing in your direction, and you plastered a smile on your face.
"Y/N!" A reporter yelled, but you ignored them and followed Tom and Harrison onto the carpet where the pictures would be taken.
Jackie was there somewhere too, but you didn't know where. She was probably already inside, though, knowing her. You posed alone for a few times, and then Harrison and you posed together. "Y/N!" A reporter yelled, "Are you and Harrison Osterfield a couple?" You and Harrison looked at each other and laughed. Harrison left your side, and Tom took his place, smiling shyly. You moved closer to him and let him put an arm around your waist to pose for the camera's.
Within minutes, you had enough, and you went inside.
Jackie found you at the bar, with a glass of wine in your hand. "Hello darling!" She said, smiling. You pulled her into a warm hug. "I saw the movie. It was amazing! Even teared up a bit at the end, couldn't believe Parker died, y'know, and left you behind." She smirked and you laughed. "Yeah, I get that. Elizabeth and I were crying too." "I still can't believe you throw around with those names like that. Geez, Y/N, you're so famous now."
You smiled as the two of you walked around. "I might be a little more famous than I used to be Jackie, but not that much. And besides, it's not like you don't know any famous people." Jackie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but this is England. We're talking about Hollywood here!" You laughed a little harder now. "Well, they can't get to your level anyway. You're the person I need. Hollywood or not, I don't know them as well as you and Tom." Jackie smiled. "Is Hiddleston here too?"
You shrugged. "Could be. Don't think so. He said he has a family dinner."
"When did he tell you that?" Jackie suggestively raised her eyebrows at you, and you scoffed. "We went out for breakfast this morning to walk to dogs Jack, don't get anything in your head. Oh look, there's Emma Watson!"
Chapter Two
Warnings: suicide attempt
The Powerpuff Couple
Members:
Jackson Maura (Buttercup)
Y/N Y/L/N (Blossom)
Monday, 10.08 am
Buttercup: Would you look at this!
Are Y/N Y/L/N and Harrison Osterfield dating?
The sparks are flying between the young celebrities during a summer gala. The pictures show a laughing Y/L/N and Osterfield laughing. Osterfield has picked up modelling - it was the way that the two met. Y/L/N is an upcoming actress, starring in Captain America: Civil War and Avengers: Infinity War as Alexis Stark and in Spider-Man: Homecoming as Ray Carter. She plays a love interest of Spider-Man, and the daughter of Iron Man. Y/N Y/L/N's parents are actors and models themselves, so it is not a surprise to see her standing on screen. Hopefully we will be able to investigate this rumoured relationship!
Blossom: Lame. Do you think the public will actually believe that?
Buttercup: They will believe anything if they want to.
Blossom: My manager is going to be pissed. And Haz too. Please support me.
Buttercup: I support you. Just like I did this weekend.
Blossom: Yeah, another thanks for that. Love ya, gotta run!
Buttercup: Much love, J
* * *
Tuesday, 3.47 pm
Buttercup: Tada. I fixed it for you. Called them and told them the supposed truth.
Buttercup: But another one has taken up on you and Holland. Lol. I'll send both of 'em to you. Lots of love! J.
Harrison Osterfield and Y/N Y/L/N are not dating
There have been several speculations about Y/L/N and Osterfields relationship, but an inside course, who is close to Y/N Y/L/N, has told us that rumours are only rumours, and they are, in fact, not together. "Y/N and Harrison are just very close friends. Yeah, they used to be more, everyone knew that, but they never picked it up, and their romantic feelings for each other are gone. They are like brother and sister now." It's sad to hear that it's just a rumour; they would look lovely together!
Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N, spotted together
At the summer gala this Saturday evening, none other than famous Avengers stars Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N arrived and posed together! The two seemed happy together, goofing around at the party, and judging by their Instagram posts, the afterparty was spent together too. Rumours have not yet been confirmed and neither of the two stars have been willing to comment on it.
Blossom: I officially hate being a celebrity.
Buttercup: You've had this all your life. Remember when everyone thought you and Hiddleston were sleeping together?
Blossom: Don't remind me please.
Buttercup: Have you and Krista already talked about it?
Blossom: She hasn't called yet. 'm not planning on calling her either. Just waiting for her to do so. Mum's out for the week and Alec's staying with his friends, so I'm all alone with the pets; no one's asking me any questions. Luck!
Buttercup: Yeah, I think you're gonna have a LOT of questions when your mum and dad get back.
Blossom: Yeah.
* * *
It was hard being a celebrity. Everyone was always speculating about your life, and your friends, and your love life. It had been like that since you were born. You had gotten used to it, but that didn't mean you liked it. At all.
Your mum called on Wednesday. Luckily for you, she hadn't checked the magazines yet, and she only called to ask you if you could drop some clothes of Alec by his friends' home.
You figured that if you were out now, you might as well just go to London to do some shopping.
Unsurprisingly, or surprisingly, it depended on the way you looked at it, you bumped into Harrison and Tom.
"Hey guys!" You called, and you pulled Harrison in for a warm hug. Tom stared at you for a split second before smiling. "Good afternoon, Y/N." He said. You smiled back at him. "What are you doing here?" "We're trying to find a gift for Tom's dad." Harrison told you. You nodded. "That's nice. Watcha getting him?" You turned your eyes to Tom, who shrugged. "Don't know yet. 'm not that good with gifts, ya know?" You chuckled. "I'm helping him out." Harrison grinned. You ruffled his hair. "You do that. I'm gonna get my darlings some treats."
"Come with us." Harrison said, and you looked up at him. Tom was already strolling, looking at several shops. He pointed at Tom. "Get to know him. You both like each other." You felt your cheeks heat. "Alright. But, I wanna be home by five."
"Alright, and so, she went up to the guy, and asked if he could take a few more pictures, and he looked at her, and he just burst out laughing!" Harrison laughed and Tom laughed with him, while you tried to hide your blush as you punched Harrison on his arm. He faked pain, groaning loudly. "When did you get so strong?" He mused, and you chuckled. "Since I started hanging out with the strong guys." You pointed at Tom, who flushed. You grinned and ruffled Harrisons hair. "Kidding Haz. You know I love you." He picked you up by your waist and started running. "Put me down this instant!" You yelled, your cheeks probably flaming red by now. You saw Tom take a picture, and behind him, more people were.
Harrison put you down, laughing, and you couldn't help but laugh a little too.
"Thank you," you said as he slung his arm over your shoulders. The two of you walked back to Tom, who regarded you with a strange expression.
"For what?" He looked at you questioningly. "For making me laugh." You slipped under his arm and playfully clapped Tom on the back before walking into the store where you always bought your animal food.
Later that afternoon, the three of you went to Starbucks. You ordered a latte, and the hot barista winked at you. When you got your cup of coffee, you noticed he had written his number on it.
"Oeh la la." Harrison sang as you slumped into the chair besides him. You cocked an eyebrow. "You got a number." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, and you scrunched your nose. "Never said I wanted to. He knows who I am. Can't trust people who do." It stayed silent for a while. Then, Harrison's phone made a sound, and he looked at it, frowning. "I am so, so sorry, but I really gotta go. Charlotte needs my help." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Come over tonight." He whispered, and then he said goodbye to Tom before leaving.
It was silent for a minute. Then, Tom leaned forward. You smiled at him, fumbling with the ribbon on your blouse.
"You said you don't trust people who know you."
"Not people like him. Normal people, I mean. I don't know if they're just doing it for the fame, or for the money. From guys like you, it's different. You're rich, you have a good job, so you wouldn't need a famous person like me so much."
"I get it." Tom said, and he smiled. "So, how do you know Haz?"
You smiled too. "I've known him since we were toddlers, I think. We played together, laughed together, we slept over occasionally, we did almost everything together. We were best friends, in every sense of the words. We did modelling gigs together, and interviews and stuff. When I got a girlfriend, everything changed. We hung out less, also because I started filming and was away a lot. When my relationship took a rough patch, Harrison was there for me. I got a crush on him. Told him ‘bout it, he said the feelings were reciprocated. We didn’t do anything about it because I was leaving for the United States for filming, and I didn’t want to ruin a friendship. We kept it quiet, and we agreed to not do anything with it. I think we made the right choice.” You smiled sweetly as you sipped from your coffee.
“Your girlfriend was Storm Coast, right?”
You nodded, a little taken aback by the question. “So that’s why you don’t trust people like the barista.”
The corners of your mouth quirked up. He was smart.
“Long story short, she was a beginning model when she met me. I made it easier for her. She cheated on me, and we broke up.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Tom said kindly, and he grabbed your hand, that was laying on the table, softly stroking your skin with his thumb. It was nice. “Nobody deserves to be cheated at. Especially someone like you.”
You felt your cheeks heat, and you giggled. “That’s very sweet of you to say. Now, enough about me! Tell me everything about you!”
“Erm, well...” Tom cleared his throat. He started talking about his youth, and his dancing career before he was noticed. All the while talking, his hand rested on yours.
You helped him find the perfect gift for his father.
When you walked out the shop, he stopped you. You turned to look at him expectantly. “Would you like to join me and Haz at the pub this Friday? I-if you’re free, of course.” You smiled. “Of course.”
He walked you to your car. You stayed silent until you opened your car door. “Have a nice day.” You said, turning your head. He gave you a lopsided smile. “You too.”
* * *
It was different when you came home. You were tired, suddenly. You barely managed to feed the animals before almost crawling upstairs to your bedroom, where you set an alarm.
Thor managed to crawl into your bed and crept under your arms to put his small head on your pillow, close to your cheek. You smiled faintly and petted the cat's soft fur, as your eyes started to close, and you drifted off.
When you were awake, it was already seven pm. Yawning, you texted Harrison to ask if you were still on for movie night. Then, you moved out of your bed to take out pants and a blouse.
As soon as you were done dressing, your phone pinged.
Hazza: We are always on. Tom's gonna be there too. D'ya mind?
You smiled to yourself and typed a quick message back that you didn't mind at all and that you'd be there by eight.
You were there at eight.
The two boys were already inside, and Harrison had set up a movie already. You pressed a kiss to his cheek when you entered the room, and greeted Charlotte happily, who smiled back at you.
You were watching Atlantis at nine thirty, with an empty pizza box on your lap, when your phone rang. You picked it up, and looked at the name on the screen. Alec, it said. You put the phone to your ear. "What's up bubba?" A sob from the other side of the phone and you frowned, putting the box on the small table in front of you. "Alec?" You asked, concerned. What had happened? "I- they, I.." He sobbed again. "Baby, what's wrong?" You asked. "Where are you?" You then demanded to know. "St. Martins Lane, you know - The Salisbury." He sniffed. You nodded. "Alright, I'm coming. Stay there, baby, alright?" "Y-yeah." He sobbed again and you cancelled the call, getting up to put on your shoes.
The boys looked at you with questioning gazes. "Something's wrong with Alec," you quickly said, "I'm going to pick him up. Won't be back. Enjoy your movie." You ruffled Harrisons hair and, in an impulse, leaned down to press your lips to Tom's cheek. The boy turned red quickly. You had no time to notice or say anything about it, and you left the house hastily.
It wasn't a long drive. When you stepped out of your car and ran towards the pub, you noticed two figures sitting on the sidewalk. You noticed Alec's coat, and walked up to them. Alec was crying, sobbing uncontrollably, while the guy next to him rubbed his arms and whispered soothing words that didn't seem to help.
"Hey." You said softly, and you leant down to look at Alec. He looked up and sniffed. You reached up to wipe some of the tears away. "We're going home. Who's this?" You looked at the boy next to him. "I'm Brandon." The boy said, and he smiled. "Alright. I'm taking Alec home now. You can come by tomorrow if you'd like." Brandon nodded as the two of you helped Alec up. He clung to you, sobbing, as if you were his lifeline. You stroked his back. "We're getting in the car and I'm driving us home." You whispered, and you pushed him in the car.
You then turned to Brandon. "I don't know what happened, but thanks for staying with him." You smiled, and he smiled back, tentatively.
* * *
The next morning, Brandon stood on the doorstep. You let him in without asking questions and prepared him a cup of coffee before letting him sit down on the couch. "Alec is upstairs. He's still sleeping, I think. I haven't asked any questions."
Brandon nodded. "I've never seen you with him before." You said slowly. Brandon smiled nervously, playing with the edges of his shirt. "It was the first time I was with him in the company of his friends." He said, and you nodded. "They called him a faggot." Your eyes grew big. "We - well, he and I - we - uhm," Brandon scratched the back of his head and then sighed deeply. "He told them he's gay last night. They didn't react so well. Called him nasty things, said it wasn't right and that he wasn't normal. I brought him outside in an attempt to calm him down, and then he called you." You raised your brows. Your mind was processing things still. Your brother's friends called him a faggot because he liked boys? God, they were only fifteen! Alec was only fifteen! How could they do that?
"Are you two dating?" You asked, careful not to ask too much. Brandon shrugged. "Kind of - I don't know, really. We're taking things slow. I like him though - a lot." You smiled. At least there were a few who accepted him as he was. "Alec is only fifteen," you said softly, "he's struggling. It's hard for him to not have his family with him most of the time. Dad and I are in the States for seventy-five percent of the year, and mum's away for modelling gigs most of the time too. It's good that he has someone he can trust and be with." You smiled when you heard soft footsteps.
"He's awake. I'm going to ask if he wants breakfast. I suppose you'll stay here too?" Brandon smiled. "If that's not too much trouble." "Of course not!" You laughed. "We'll be with three then."
When you walked up the stairs, you heard the bathroom door lock. You frowned. Alec never closed the bathroom door when it was just the two of you.
You knocked on the door, only to hear a very soft sob. "Alec, are you alright in there?" You asked. No sound. "Alec?" You asked. You were growing more concerned. What was he doing in there? A sob was heard again, but very soft. "Alec?" You knocked harder now. "Alec, open the door please." Nothing happened. Fear crept into your heart.
"Alec!" You pounced on the door now. Still no reaction. Oh god... You turned around, looking for something to open the door with.
You found a large stone - one your father had collected on one of his trips to a few islands - and took it in your hands. It was heavy enough to destroy the lock. You heard someone coming up the stairs.
You lifted the stone and smashed it on the lock. They both broke into pieces, and you pushed the door open quickly, only to find Alec in the bathtub. He was laying still, eyes closed and head against the wall. His wrists were bleeding, drenching him and the bathtub in blood.
"No, no, no." You whispered, the tears stinging in your eyes as you tried to lift him out of the bathtub. "No! Alec, baby, wake up." You patted his cheek. A tear rolled down your cheek and you looked up as Brandon entered the bathroom. He stood still in shock, mouth agape. You took out your phone. "Call an ambulance!" You said, panicking. You managed to get Alec out of the bathtub, and quickly took out two towels, wrapping them around his wrists in a futile effort to stop the bleeding. You sobbed. "Please don't do this, Alec." You pressed your forehead to his as you heard Brandon talking softly.
It was only a matter of minutes before the ambulance arrived and Alec was carried into the car. You pressed a hand to your mouth as Brandon stood next to you. When you looked his side, you saw he was crying. Sighing softly, you enveloped him in a hug.
When Brandon and you were in the hospital, you had to wait for the doctor to call you. You slumped into a chair, without any energy to call your parents. You had to, you knew that, but your mind was still reeling from the past happenings.
Brandon managed to get your phone and called the first person on your list - which was, inevitably, Tom Holland.
He was in the hospital in mere minutes, and when he rushed in, you noticed Harrison was not far behind him. Even though, he was the first person you hugged, pushing your face in his shirt - which smelled nice - and cried. He carefully put his arms around you. "What happened?" He whispered in your ear, and you shook your head, not able to answer.
You were pulled out of Tom's arms to hug Harrison, and when that was done and you stood trembling in his arms, you told them what had happened.
“...and I- I wanted to call him for breakfast... but he- he didn't open the door and he never locks the bathroom door and I - I was so scared, and-" your voice broke and you started crying again. Brandon wasn't without tears either, and you stepped forward to put your arms around him again.
Harrison called your parents. They both didn't pick up - which was no surprise because they were both working - but he left a voice-mail, explaining what had happened.
* * *
"Family of Alec Y/L/N?" You jolted out of your seat, shaking Brandon awake. He had fallen asleep against you, but you had stayed awake, nervous as you were. Tom and Harrison were both downstairs, to get something to eat and drink.
"I am his sister." You said, and the doctor nodded. "Good. He's awake. He's asking to see you, and someone named Brandon. I can fill you in on everything that has happened." You nodded. Brandon yawned and got up quickly. "I want to see him." He stated, and you smiled at him. "You will. Come on."
Brandon went into the room first, as the doctor took you apart.
"He's stabilised now," the man said, "we stitched the wounds and put bandages around them. He hasn't hit any nerves, luckily, but he will experience pain throughout the first months. We gave him some drugs against the pain, and we want to keep him here for at least two days. We also want him to go into therapy. We have a few numbers of psychiatrists ourselves, but you are welcome to try any other." You nodded slowly. "We're going to check in on him every half hour, if you're okay with that." You nodded again. "I am. Thank you."
When you entered the room, you noticed Harrison and Tom were already back. Harrison waved at you and you nodded back before stepping inside.
Your breath seemed to be stolen away from you as soon as you saw Alec laying on the bed.
He was pale, immensely pale. There was a bruise on his cheek that you hadn't noticed before, and his wrists were wrapped in a white sort of cloth. His eyes were open, but they looked glossy. His face was turned to Brandon, who was sitting next to his bed, holding one of his hands tightly and whispering. You felt like you were intruding an important moment, and so you stepped out of the room and returned to your friends.
It felt normal to sit next to Tom and let him pull an arm around you. It felt nice, too.
Harrison smiled at you. "How is he?" "They say he's okay, for now. They want to keep him here for two days, and they want to put him into therapy." You sighed. "I can't believe this is happening. I know it was hard for him, because he's so young, and we're never there with him, and- I just feel so guilty." Your voice wavered and you shut your eyes. Tom stroked your back. "It's not your fault." He said softly. You opened your eyes to look at him but didn't answer. Harrison cleared his throat. "I'm going to call my mom." He said, and he left you two alone.
You sighed again. "I hate this." You groaned. "I hate the fact that I need to leave Saturday morning for the States to start filming for Captive State, and that I can't stay here to be there for him. I hate that during summer it's always the busiest time, considering the fact that we're going to start filming for Endgame too, and I have my shooting for Vogue." You sighed deeply. "Can't you cancel?"
You looked up at him. His face was dangerously close. "I already shot a few scenes for Captive State that appeared in the trailer. I can't back out now, then they would have to start the whole auditioning process again." He swallowed. "I guess you'll have to fly back and forth then." You hummed. And then, a thought occurred. "What if I bring him with me? I'll search for a good therapist there, we'll stay in the villa together with dad, and mom can fly over if she wants to." You smiled. "Yes, that'll do. Come on, I'm going to tell him." You grabbed his hand and pulled him with you.
When you entered the room, you noticed that Harrison was inside as well. He was talking to Brandon.
Alec's eyes sought yours and you frowned, sitting down on the bedside. "Don't you dare do that again." You said, using your free hand to stroke his cheek. "Because I will kill you." Alec smiled a sorrowful smile. "I'm sorry." He croaked, but you shook your head. "Don't say that. Don't be sorry. I understand, you know that." Without any further ado, you pulled up your sleeve and showed him the deep scars that stood graved in your skin. "You're going to get help, Alec."
"You know I need to leave." You sighed. Alec nodded. "But I'm not going to leave you here." His eyes looked at you and he looked pained. "You can't stay here." He said, and you smiled as Tom's index-finger traced a pattern on your back. "I'm bringing you with me." You heard Brandon cough, and you looked at him. "And you can come too, if you'd like. You can even visit me on set!" Alec smiled as Brandon squeezed his hand.
"I'd love that."
You bowed down to press a kiss on his forehead. "Mom and dad will be here soon. They're on the plane." You whispered. Alec nodded. "I'm going to leave you alone for a while, now. Are you okay with that?" "I'll stay with him." Brandon blurted out, and he blushed faintly. "That's good. Haz?" Harrison looked up and gave you a smile. "I'm going home to have dinner with my family." "Alright." You looked at Tom now, who gave you a lopsided smile. "I'll stay with you."
After you said your goodbyes and Tom and you left for the restaurant, a calm feeling spread through you.
It was weird, considering the situation.
When you sat down in Alec's room again, you noticed that Tom and you were still holding hands.
Chapter Three
Warnings: none
It was nice to be able to work again. Studying lines, saying them out loud a hundred times in front of the mirror; it was everything you needed to get yourself back on track. This was your life, your everything. Acting was your passion.
Filming two movies at the same time was hard, though. It was exhausting, and more times than not, you fell asleep on the couch in the villa.
Brandon and Alec spent a lot of time together. Alec visited his psychiatrist every week thrice, and as the months passed and October came, he visited twice every week.
Your brother and his boyfriend had already gone back to London in late August, seeing as they still had to go to school. You hated it, but your mother would stay home from now on to watch him and you called as many times as you could.
You bonded mostly with Ashton Sanders, who played an important character in the movie. You played the part of his lover, a girl with a very dark past.
By August, they had already started filming Endgame, but since you would not appear too much in the movie - only in a few scenes and in the last twenty minutes - your schedule wasn't too busy.
Harrison and Tom were there, and so was the other Tom, whom you spent a great deal of time with.
You had taken the cats Loki and Thor and your bunny Peter with you.
At the moment, you were displayed on a couch in a big white room, only a thin white cloth covering your body. The photographer was shooting dozens of pictures, telling you to move your head a bit to the left or the right, or for a stylist to move your hair.
"You're doing great!" Krista yelled from the side, and you smiled lightly, tilting your head back just a little back. The photographer raised his thumb at you.
Within minutes, you changed into another outfit, and then in another, and then in another.
When you were done and freshly out of make-up, you could put on your dress again. Krista met you outside of the shooting room. "The pictures turned out to be amazing, even without editing. You know, they want to offer you a full contract." She said, walking with you to the lobby, where they handed you and Krista your coats. You pulled it on and turned towards her. "Won't that mess up my schedule?" She shrugged as you stepped outside into the cold. Shivering, you put your hands in your pockets. "For next year there are no more scenes you need to shoot. After January you'll be done. A modelling contract would give you a perfect opportunity to build your career up even more."
You hummed. "It's a good idea. Give me some time to think about it, alright?" "Yes. Oh, and don't forget to be on time tomorrow! Interview." You nodded and smiled as you said your goodbyes.
* * *
"Hello loves." You greeted the entire cast as you walked on set. "Y/N!" Chris said with a big grin as he walked up to you, already in full armour. "You're here early." The other Chris said swinging his shield on his back, giving you a nod. You smiled at them.
"Y/N?" You then heard a soft voice say, and you looked down. "Sasha." You smiled at the young boy, crouching down. "Why aren't you in a suit?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. You chuckled. "Do you want to see me in my suit?" "Everyone does, obviously." Tom drawled from behind you, and you turned around, admiring his long black hair. "How flattering." You laughed. "Well, I'm going to get my make-up done. Would you like to come and watch?" You asked, and Sasha nodded eagerly. "Come on." You lifted him up and waved goodbye to the three actors before walking to your trailer.
"Wow." Sasha exclaimed as you turned around in the seat, revealing your suit. It was a wine-red suit, that hugged your curves perfectly. Your make-up artists Jordan, Evie and Jamie continued working on your face, enlightening your cheekbones and painting your lips a shiny red colour. They accentuated your purple eyes - colour lenses - by putting on a little bit of golden eyeshadow. Fyn braided your hair into a loose braid, pulling out a few curls to give it a casual look. Then, you got up from your chair, repeating your lines in your head, and you let Vera and Krista pin your cloak to your shoulders. It was a beautiful silver colour, with a large cap that you could pull over your head.
Jamie took out a small box and opened it. You smiled. "What is that?" Sasha asked curiously. "It's my eye mask," you explained, "it's supposed to make me unrecognizable." "But everyone can still see your face," Sasha said, and he frowned. You chuckled. "Yes, that's very much true darling."
You closed your eyes and let them put the mask on your face. It was a comfortable weight - as you had worn it many times before.
Sasha gasped. "You look like a real superhero!" He exclaimed, and you ruffled his hair. "That's the point." A voice sounded, and when you looked up, you looked at Loki, not Tom anywhere. He grinned slyly. "Alexis, you're up." "Alexis?" Sasha asked and you smiled, getting up from your seat. "That's the name of the character I play. I need to go to work now. How about Loki here takes you on a tour?" "Yes!" The small boy exclaimed, jumping out of the trailer. Tom pressed his lips to your cheek. "Break a leg." He said, and you laughed. "Thanks. Have fun boys!"
"And, cut!"
You let your arms drop, and pulled the cap from your head, wiping the sweat of your forehead.
"You're doing great Y/N!" Someone yelled and you raised your thumb, grinning at Scarlett, who was standing beside you. "Of course she's doing great, she's my daughter after all." Robert said, and everyone laughed.
You were ready to tackle the man to the ground, but he pulled a scared face, and you started laughing so hard the tears sprung in your eyes.
You sat down, holding up a hand. "I'm sorry." You said, and then you started laughing again. Benedict, who was next to you, laughed too, and then, everyone was laughing.
"So annoying!" Robert proclaimed, moving his hands. "I know right?" You asked, putting your hand on his shoulder. The two of you looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Cut!" You sighed and let your muscles relax. Scarlett smiled. "I'm hungry." She said, and she disappeared. "Me too." You said out loud, and your stomach rumbled. Everyone turned to look at you. "I'll take you out to lunch!" Tom yelled, and everyone laughed. "I'll do that." You heard, and you turned around.
"Alec!" You yelled, your eyes wide in surprise, and you ran up to him, knocking him to the ground. He laughed and put his arms around you. "Hey sis."
The two of you got up again, and you noticed Zoe put down her phone to stop filming. "What are you doing here?" You examined him, and then your eye fell on Brandon standing behind him. "And you too?" He smiled sheepishly. "We wanted to surprise you, y'know. Just before your birthday." "It's your birthday?" Someone behind you asked, and you winced.
"That's very sweet of you guys, but I was planning on swinging back to London to celebrate my birthday with you anyways. This is even better." You swung your arms around the couple, and the three of you walked off set.
After lunch, when you returned on set and got back in your trailer to let your team do your make-up, they asked you about your birthday.
"It's not today, actually. It's tomorrow." You laughed as Vera helped you get into your old suit. This one was purple, with a huge, white A on the front. It stood for your father, Anthony, for the Avengers, and for your character's name Alexis. There was a beautiful golden cape on this one, without a cap this time, and a mask that covered your entire face.
"Great, no make-up this time." You shared a laugh with Krista, and then you stepped out of your trailer, mask in hand.
"Surprise!!"
You jumped back in shock and stared at the cast in front of you. Everyone was grinning. You smiled lightly, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Guys, this was unnecessary." You said, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Everything for our little Y/N." Chris Pratt said, and he smiled at you. You smiled back. "We've got cake!" Zoe yelled. "And presents!" Brie jumped up in front of you, tugging on your arm.
You ended up getting a lot of small presents, like books, new drawing paper, paint and accessories.
From Tom, however, you got a beautiful silver bracelet with an engraved crystal in it. Robert gave you a ring with several diamonds in it. It blinked in the light, and it was so beautiful you feel you wanted to cry. You hugged them both tightly, thanking them a million time over and over.
* * *
"No matter how much I love filming, there is nothing better than coming home." You sighed as you dropped on the couch.
"Y/N!!" A voice rang through the house, and you looked up. Then, a tall brunette ran in and jumped on you. You let out a loud 'oof' and then the two of you started laughing.
"Hey love." She said as soon as you calmed down. She was grinning widely. "Jackie, I didn't know you'd be here." You said slowly, looking at Alec and Brandon, who were holding hands. Alec's cheeks turned red. "I wanted to surprise you. We're going out for dinner with your friends tomorrow, but I wanted to be here first to give you my gift."
She handed you a thick envelope. You took it from her, looking at it suspiciously. "Just open it." Jackie said, folding one of her legs under her bum and leaning forward with an eager expression on her face. "Alright, alright." You laughed, and you opened the envelope.
"Oh, my god." You whispered as you took the two airplane tickets. You turned to look at her with big eyes. "We're going to Japan?" You asked, and she nodded. "Oh my god! We're going to Japan!!" You shrieked, and you embraced her so quickly that you rolled off the couch, laughing. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." You repeated, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "This is amazing Jackie!" She smiled. "I'm glad you like it."
That night, your parents arrived with soft hugs and kisses and birthday wishes. "We'll give you your gift tomorrow." Your mother promised you, and she winked at you. You couldn't stop smiling. Your favourite people were with you now and you couldn't wish for anything better.
The next morning, the doorbell rang before you could dress yourself. So, in your silk nightgown, you opened the door. Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw a huge bunch of flowers in front of you. Two legs were beneath it. "Happy birthday little angel," a voice sounded that sounded like Harrison. You chuckled. "Wow, Haz, who are those flowers for?" "For you mother, of course." He stepped in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday." You closed the door behind him and led him to the living room.
"This house of yours is huge, love, where'd you pay it from?" He joked. You laughed. "I didn't pay anything, luckily. You can just - Mary?" One of the maids shuffled in and took the flowers from Harrison. "Please put them somewhere in my art room." She nodded and left you two alone.
Harrison whistled as he looked at you. "You walk out of that door and everyone will stop to look at you." You punched him playfully. "Joker. Come on, I want breakfast."
You drank your smoothie silently as Harrison sat in front of you. He was looking at you worriedly. "Are you eating enough?" He asked. "Just fine." You answered. "Been working out too, so losing weight, y'know." "Alright. Just don't go back to how it used to be, okay?" You smiled at him. "Never."
"So, why are you here?" You asked as you stepped into the room again, this time in a short skirt and a white sweater with knee-high pink stockings. "I'm here to make sure you're ready on time." "For what?" You cocked your head. He grinned slyly. "For your man to pick you up, of course." "My man?" You were confused. The only boy you had been on a few (well, more than a few) dates with was Tom, but he had been so busy filming the past month that you hadn't seen each other.
"Yes, your man. He should be here... right about now." The doorbell rang again. "I'm getting it!" Alec yelled from upstairs. You nodded and smiled. "Just do something about it, will ya?" Harrison asked as he guided you through the living room. You opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted by a soft "Hey." You turned around and felt your cheeks heat when you saw Tom standing there. He was wearing grey pants with a soft red hoodie and he looked absolutely adorable.
"Hi." You answered, suddenly shy. "You look very pretty." He said. Harrison snorted and patted you on the back, making you turn to him. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Have fun." Then he walked towards Tom, said something softly and let Alec guide him out.
Brandon bounced down the stairs before you could say something and ran up to you. "Happy birthday!" He yelled with a big smile. He was holding Peter in his arms. "Hey Brandon. Did'ya feed Peter yet?" "Nope, doing it now!" He said, and he rushed into the kitchen. When you turned to Tom again, he was smiling. "Nice name for a bunny." You smiled as you took a few steps forward. "Ray Carter just likes Peter Parker." You said, shrugging. His cheeks turned pink. "She does?"
"Yeah, she does." You said, and he smiled. He was with you within a second, and he pulled you towards him to press his lips on yours. They were soft, moving against your own. His tongue slowly swiped at the seam of your lips, and you smiled, readily giving him entrance; letting him pull you flush against him. Your tongues languidly danced together, neither of you in a rush. Your arms moved to his neck, on the back of his head, your fingers grabbing his soft curls. His hands were still on your waist, his fingers drawing circles, making you relax in his touch.
The two of you slowly parted, breathless. You smiled as he pressed another quick kiss on your lips. "I've been wanting to do that for weeks now." He whispered. "Me too." You whispered, and it was true.
He took you to an Italian restaurant called La Lanterna di Vittorio.
You were seated in the garden on the backside, where four large fires were crackling softly. It wasn't that cold, but you were still grateful for your choice of clothing. Tom held your hand as you chose to sit on a bench, close together.
The waiter took your orders and arrived a few minutes later with your tea - Tom chose Earl Grey and you chose White Orchard, your favourite.
"How's the filming going?" You asked, wrapping your hands around the steaming mug and breathing in the scent of peach. Tom hummed. "It's going okay. We make a lot of jokes, so nobody's spirits are down. We're all tired though, and happy we can wrap it up." He smiled at you. "How's Captive State coming along?" "I'm almost done with my scenes, luckily," you said, sipping your tea, "it'll give me some time to rest and finish Endgame."
You talked about the movies for a short while until the food arrived. Tom had ordered Il Calzone, a sort of half a pizza filled with mozzarella, ricotta and cheese, and you had ordered Insalate mesclun con pollo affumicato, a salad with smoked chicken breast and mixed greens in balsamic vinaigrette.
You noticed Tom looking at you as you started eating. "Hmm?" You hummed questioningly, looking at him. He simply smiled and pulled out his phone. "Can I take a picture of you?" "Sure." You smiled and swallowed the food, before tilting your head to the side a bit so that your curls fell out of your face, and you smiled, your eyes fixated on Tom's concentrated face. He put his phone away again and dived into his food.
You finished your food in silence for most of the time, occasionally joking about being on set. It was nice and you felt comfortable in his presence.
Afterwards, he took you on a stroll through the city, which did not go by unnoticed by some of his fans.
You were surprised when a few girls walked up to you, asking your autograph. Tom chuckled as he loosened his grip on your waist.
You signed the photographs they were holding - they were photographs of you and Harrison, recently made. "Are you and Tom Holland together?" One of the fans asked. You smiled mysteriously. "That's a secret." You winked at her and she smiled. "I think you and he fit well together," another girl said, and you looked at her. She smiled. "In the movies too." "Yeah, Ray and he are very well in sync," another girl quipped. You chuckled. "It's good to hear such feedback. I'm sure Jon will be glad when I tell him." They smiled happily. "Thank you for your autograph. Please keep doing this!" They walked away from you and you watched them go, softly sighing.
It was a wonderful job to have, and you got to meet so many new people, but it was exhausting too. And at the moment, you just really wanted to be with your brother in London, safely away from the rest of the world. When you turned around, you saw Tom lower his phone. And he was probably so tired now, just returning from filming the second movie. You felt sorry for him. He flew all the way to New York without going to his parents for you...
He noticed your change of demeanour and frowned. "Are you okay?" You smiled. "I'm fine, Tommy. Come on." You took his hand and tugged him with you, trying to avoid the subject he would want to talk about.
"What do you want to do in the future?" He asked, and you looked at him next to you.
"I'm not sure. I don't really think about five years into the future, but if we're talking about next year, then I think I'd like to lay low for a while. Go back to London I guess and be with Alec for a while. Jackie is taking me to Japan in the summer, and maybe I'll even be taking up Krista's offer." "Offer?" He asked, turning his head so he could look at you. You smiled. "Vogue is asking me to model for them for a while. But I'm not sure about taking it up, because I'll be away from home again for such a long time." You sighed. "It would be a lot easier if Alec was out of school already, then he'd be able to model full-time as well and we can do it together." You shook your head. "But enough about me. What about you?" His cheeks turned red. "Well... I - I actually want to spend time with you." You felt your cheeks heat, and before you knew it, you were kissing him passionately. His hands crept under your sweater and pulled you on his lap.
You parted, slightly out of breath. "That would be amazing." You dipped your head for another kiss, and he smiled against your lips. "I have something for you." He whispered, and you pulled away. He took a box out of his pocket and handed it to you.
Slowly, you opened it, revealing a beautiful silver necklace, with a beautiful heart shaped emerald dangling on it. "It's beautiful." You gasped, and Tom carefully took it out. "Turn around." He said, and you did, pulling up your hair so he could put the necklace around your neck. The cold material felt strange on your neck. You didn't wear much necklaces, but you would wear this one a lot. Or forever, preferably.
"I wanted to ask you something," Tom said, hesitantly. You turned to look at him. He was nervous. You took his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his nose. "Ask away." He smiled softly. "Y/N," he took a deep breath, "do you want to be my girlfriend?" You blinked and smiled, tackling him on your bed. "Yes, yes, yes!" With every word, you pressed a kiss to his soft lips. His arms held your waist tightly as he chuckled. "Great. Now I can finally call you my girl." You fell down next to him and admired his beautiful jawline. Carefully, you touched his face and he turned to look at you. "You are very pretty." You giggled as he blushed at your words. "You are very pretty too." He admitted, and you moved to kiss him again, longer this time. You closed your eyes as he tucked your hair behind you ear, and his lips found yours quickly.
* * *
"Wow," was the only thing Tom could say as you twirled in front of him in a yellow dress. The dress was completely covered in lace, and the loose skirt of tulle stopped just above your ankle. It had off-shoulder trumpet sleeves that reached your elbow, and it exposed enough of your arm for you to see the deep scars in your arms. You ignored them, but when Jordan came up to you with a box full of make-up to cover them up, you waved the woman away.
"Are you sure?" Jordan asked, and you nodded, taking a deep breath. "No," you admitted, "but maybe it's time to stop covering them up. I didn't do anything wrong." She nodded and smiled, leaving you and Tom alone.
Fyn had taken a few strands of your hair and braided them to pin them on the back of your head. It left you with a casual chic look, something that you loved. Vera took a few pictures of you to post on social media, and you did, again thanking everyone for their effort. You already had tons of happy birthday messages, and you tweeted a thanks to all on twitter.
Alec and Brandon were both dressed in blue suits, and Jackie had chosen a beautiful red dress with a v-neckline and a skirt that reached her knees. Her hair was pushed to one side, and she had chosen to keep her make-up neutral, just like you. Your mother and father entered a bit later, when you were sitting on the couch, on your phone, because Tom and Alec were talking about the Marvel comics and you had gotten a text.
Storm: Can we call?
Storm: Y/N?
You: Alright. Make it quick.
Your phone buzzed and you picked it up. "Hey." You answered. "Hey babe." Storm answered, and you scrunched your nose. "Don't call me that, please. What do you want?" "I just wanted to wish you a happy twenty-third birthday." "Hmm." You answered, not convinced. Storm sighed on the other end of the phone. "I just want you to know I'm truly sorry, Y/N. I never wanted it to end that way." You stayed silent and tried to push back the tears that were forming in your eyes. "I'm sorry." She croaked. You sighed. "I can't do anything with words, Storm." You saw Alec look up surprised at the name. Tom frowned at you, asking with his eyes if you were okay, but you ignored them.
"I know," she answered. "I know. But I also know you're happy now. I won't bother you, I promise. I just want you to be happy." Was she crying? "Storm, are you alright?" You asked, a little worried now. What was going on that she was so sad? The Storm you knew almost never cried. "I'm not," she said, "but I'm seeing a therapist. I'm going to be alright. Justin is there for me." You nodded solemnly. "I'm going now. Have a nice night. Take care." "You too." You whispered, and the call was cancelled.
You: You can always call me when you need help.
You put your phone away and took a deep breath. "Was that Storm?" Alec asked, and you saw anger in his eyes. "It was," you said, smiling, "but it's okay. Anyways, aren't we leaving?" You distracted Tom with a quick kiss, and he smiled.
* * *
"Y/N, this is the gift we wanted to give you." Your parents handed you a thick envelope, like the one you got from Jackie the day before. You looked at the people around the table. Some people from the cast were there: Elizabeth, Scarlett and Colin, Robert and Susan, Brie and Alex, Tom, Zoe, Jacob, Angouri, Marisa and Zendaya. Your family was there too, Alec and Brandon, your mother and father, and your aunt Emily with her son Nigel. Tom was sitting next to you, his hand on your leg. You smiled at him and opened the envelope.
In it were eleven tickets to Italy, for Christmas. Your mouth fell open as you closed it again. Then you got up from your chair to hug your parents tightly. "Thank you," you whispered in their ears. Your father looked at you with a big grin. "There are five tickets for all of us, which means you can take six others with us." Your eye fell on Tom, who was now talking to Brandon animatedly. You nodded. "Thank you," you said again, and then you sat down again.
When everyone's attention was on the food, you leaned towards your boyfriend and put your hand on his leg to whisper in his ear. "What are you going to be doing this Christmas?" He smiled at you. "I dunno. Gotta let my parents choose." He looked so adorable to you couldn't resist giving him a quick kiss. His cheeks turned pink. "Well, do you like Italy?" His eyes widened. "Just the two of us?" "No silly, with everyone. I have eleven tickets for Italy in Christmas. We can go skiing. What d'ya say?" He nodded excitedly. "I love it, and I'm sure that everyone else will too." He pulled you in for another kiss. You smiled against his lips. "I look forward to it."
Chapter Four:
Warnings: implied smut, referenced self-harm and suicide attempts, vomiting on purpose
"It's cold." Alec muttered before pulling up his collar to shield his face from the wind. "Should I warm you up?" Brandon asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, and Alec blushed deeply. You laughed. "Go do that somewhere else kids." Tom said, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You relished in his body warmth. Alec stuck out his tongue. "No pda in public!" Your father yelled. You turned around, grabbing your ski's a little tighter to ensure they won't fall. "Shut up!" You yelled back, and the four adults burst out in laughter.
"Dad's right," Harry pointed out, "it's not fair that you got yourself a girlfriend." You grinned as Tom pressed a kiss to your cheek. "You should get yourself a girlfriend too, then, Harry, if only you'd stop sulking." You pushed your boyfriend away. "Don't be mean to your little brother." You put your arm around Harry and the two of you laughed as Tom pouted. He looked adorable like that, and you couldn't resist giving him a kiss.
"Alright, if you two are going to keep acting like two lovesick teenagers, we're going to Switzerland to ski." Sam exclaimed and you giggled. "We won't. Pinkie promise." You linked your gloved pinkie with his, and the two of you shared smiles.
The trip up the mountain was short.
As soon as you were above, Tom took your hand and started pulling you to the slope. You laughed and pulled him back. "Tom, you're not even wearing your ski gear yet." "Oh!" He said, "forgot about that!" You couldn't help but laugh as you walked back to an empty bench where you could put on your ski's.
Tom kneeled in front of you in the snow and guided your foot to the ski. You chuckled under your breath and it clicked. "It fit!" Tom said, and he looked up at you. "I found my Cinderella guys!" Your cheeks heated up rapidly, and you playfully slapped him. A few people looked your way, amused. "What? It's true, you're my princess." If possible, you blushed even harder. He was a dork. An adorable one, though.
When you were done, you stood there, humming in the snow, when Tom stopped in front of you. He went a little further with his ski's, so that his stood in between yours and he could pull you close. "I really wish I could get that helmet off so I can kiss you properly." He grumbled, and you chuckled, getting out of his grasp. "You can't always have everything Holland." You patted his helmet, and then, as you noticed both your families were done, started skiing towards the beginning of the slope.
"Race you to the bottom." Sam said, and you nodded. "What are we racing for?" He laughed. "If you lose, you need to wear my clothes tomorrow. If I lose, I need to wear your clothes tomorrow. The winner gets to enjoy the sight." You nodded again. "Sounds great. I'm in!" "Go, go, go!" Your father yelled from behind you, and you didn't let him tell you so twice.
"Damn it!" Sam yelled when he arrived where you were standing, grinning like a madman, even though he couldn't see your face properly. "Do you want a rematch?" You asked, and he nodded, pulling you with him to the ski lift.
"Don't we need to wait for the rest?" You asked, as you saw Tom, Harry and Alec speeding down. "Nah. Come on." You smiled and followed Sam to the lift.
"What?!" You heard Sam yell as you jumped off the small hill, landing in the snow before him. "Not again!" He screamed dramatically, and you started laughing.
* * *
"God, I'm exhausted." Tom said as he pulled off his jacket. You looked at him as you took off your own black jacket and your hat. The warmth in the hotel was comfortable and it made you a little tired. "Just hold on a little longer kiddo," Dominic said, ruffling Tom's hair, "we're going to eat soon." "I'm going to take a nap," you said softly, and Tom took your hand. "I'll take a quick shower. Just text us when we need to come down." Nicola lifted her thumb in the air as the two of you stepped into the elevator.
True to your word, you undressed quickly and slipped under the covers of the large bed, sighing softly. You closed your eyes but couldn't sleep. You tried for three more minutes before kicking the covers off your body and stepping on the ground. You could as well just shower.
The shower was still on when you entered the bathroom, twirling your hair into a large messy bun on top of your head. You slipped out of the nightgown and kicked it away, before turning around and pushing the glass door of the large shower open. Tom was looking at you, mouth agape. Your hand touched the necklace around your neck as you stepped in and closed the door behind you.
"What?" You asked, and suddenly you were very aware of the white scars on your tanned skin. But when you looked up, you noticed his eyes were on your face. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." He mumbled, and you mumbled. "You're not...- you know?" You pointed vaguely at the scars on your legs, arms and belly. He quickly shook his head and stepped forward to take your left arm. He pressed soft kisses on it, and then repeated it with your other arm. Then he went down on his knees to kiss your legs, tracing your skin with his soft finger, caressing every spot. You bit back a moan when he kissed your inner thigh, and your fingers curled into his wet hair when he moved just a little higher.
When he was face to face with you again, he was smiling. He pulled you into a lazy kiss. "I love you," he whispered against your lips, and your eyes flew open. "God, I- I didn't mean to say it now-" you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. "I love all of you. Scars, craziness, tears, fights, everything." He pulled you flush against him, and you were all too aware of his warmth against your own skin. "I'll clean you." He said, and he moved to grab the soap.
When you came out of the bathroom, dressed in one of Tom's hoodies, you sighed contently. Tom was rummaging through his suitcase as you flopped on the bed, letting the hoodie creep up your stomach to reveal your lace underwear. When Tom lifted his head to look at you, he turned tomato-red at the sight of you. You were laying on the bed, above the covers, with only his hoodie and your underwear on. He bit his lip when his eyes followed the pattern of thick scars on your legs.
Your eyes were closed, and your curls were everywhere, which made you look messy, but he loved it. He never expected to fall so hard for you - yes, he'd liked you for a while, but he hadn't expected to feel so good whenever he was with you. You two had only been together for two months, but it already felt like so long, and he intended on spending even more time with you.
You looked like an angel, so peaceful, and he didn't want to wake you, but his phone buzzed as he got a message from his father that they were almost going to dinner.
He also knew you were tired, if the bags under your eyes were any indication. You had stopped filming in November, but then there was this photoshoot that you had to do in Vietnam, and then one in Zimbabwe. It meant flying a lot, and jetlag’s. He went with you, of course, eager to spend more time with his girlfriend, but it was exhausting, and eventually, when Harrison called that they needed him back in London, he was relieved to go back, even though he felt guilty for letting you alone. But you weren't a child anymore, and you could spend a week without him.
It still was shitty. The two of you would always be travelling, if you would continue your jobs. Tom knew he was going to continue doing it. He loved acting. But he was planning on toning it down just a bit, to spend time in London, and with you.
"Wake up, princess." A soft voice said, and you groaned, opening your eyes. "It's dinner time." Tom whispered, and you sighed deeply, getting up slowly. "Just put some joggings on, and we'll get out of there as soon as possible, okay? Then you can get some sleep." He sounded worried. You waved it away. "No, the restaurant's pretty chic. Can't show up there with just joggings." You mumbled, and you looked into the closet to find your favourite dress.
It was black, with lace sleeves and a skirt that reached your knees. You wore sneakers under it, making it a bit more casual, as Tom put on jeans and a white shirt that showed just enough of his arms when he crossed them over his chest.
"You look handsome," you whispered, kissing him sweetly. He smiled. "You are very pretty too." He kissed you again, and you responded by playfully licking the seam of his lips. He gave you entrance quick enough, and your tongues danced together lazily. His hands cupped your tail, and you smiled, breaking away from him. "We don't want to be late."
* * *
You didn't know how you ended up in front of the toilet, with your finger down your throat, letting everything flow out again. You coughed and tried to ignore the sour smell that drifts around you.
Your head was spinning when you got up, wiping your mouth with a paper and flushing it down the toilet. You picked up the deodorant and sprayed it around the room, trying to cover up the smell.
"Y/N?" A knock on the door. "What's taking you so long? Are you feeling okay?" You didn't answer, trying to wash your hands and ignoring your bleeding knuckles.
When you stepped out of the bathroom, Jackie checked your hand. Her mouth fell open when she saw your knuckles, and she hugged you tight. When she pulled back, you could see tears in her eyes. "Don't do this," she whispered, "don't fall back, please. And if you do, please find someone to talk to." You nodded solemnly, and you were surprised when she wiped a tear from your cheek. "And I'm going to tell Tom." Your brows furrowed and you were shaking your head quickly before you knew it, but she nodded. "I will. Someone needs to look after you, Y/N. Now come on, I'll fix your make-up." She pulled you back into the toilet.
When you returned at the table, Jackie said you weren't feeling well as you sat down in between your father and Brandon. You felt Tom's eyes on you for the rest of the meal - which wasn't much anyways, just a few cups of coffee and dessert that you didn't eat.
"Princess, are you feeling well?" Tom asked, stroking your cheek when everyone moved to go to the bar. You looked him in the eye and took a deep breath. It was time to tell him. So, you shook your head. "Do you want to go upstairs?" You nodded. "Alright." He turned around. "Y/N and I are going to our room. She's not feeling well." You noticed your parent's eyes on you, but you saw Jackie say something to them, and they nodded.
"What's wrong?" Tom asked as soon as he closed the door behind him, but you didn't give yourself a chance to answer, pushing him against the door and locking your lips on his. He chuckled as you moved to take off his shirt. "Do you want to do this?" He then asked, and you nodded, zipping your dress open and letting it fall on the ground. His eyes scanned your body as his hands pulled you towards him. He started kissing you again, and you unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. Slowly, you walked towards the bed, still kissing him, letting your hands touch him everywhere. He returned the kind gesture, and pushed you on the soft cushion, climbing on top of you. "Are you sure?" He asked, again, and you nodded. "Yes. I love you." He smiled and touched your cheek. "I love you too."
* * *
"I had anorexia and bulimia," you told him softly as you laid attached to his side, your hand on his chest and making circles as he holds you. "I was depressed and suicidal. It was hard, getting through it, when my parents were almost never home. I guess I just felt unseen. Alec was in boarding school, so I spent most of my time alone or with my friends. What hurt the most was that I knew my friends wouldn't stay eventually. They all gave up on me when I didn't get better within a year. Well, all except one. Jackson didn't. She stayed with me. She encouraged me, helped me into therapy, and told me to never give up. It was so dark-" you hesitated, "all around me, there was no one, except her. I fell back, after acting school. There was this boy who told me I wasn't good enough for it, that it was just money and status that got me this far. I took an overdose." You took a shaky breath. "Jackie found me. She saved my life. After that, it slowly got better. I was still in therapy when we were filming Civil War. But meeting all of you made me happy again, and I started to like life again." She looked up at Tom, and when she noticed he was crying, she got up and wiped the tears away. "I thought Haz told you, actually." Tom shook his head.
"Haz said that you went through a rough patch, 's all. He never wanted to say anything else." You sighed and pressed a kiss to his lips. "So... what were you doing so long away on the toilet?" You sighed deeply. "Vomiting." He didn't have to ask why. He only grabbed your wrists and pulled you close. "Don't do it again. And if you want to, call me, or Jackson, or Alec, or Haz, or anyone." You nodded. "Promise me, Y/N." He sounded very serious. You looked up and smiled. "I promise." Then you slipped out of his arms, pulled the thin blanket around you and grabbed your box of cigarettes from your bag, walking to the balcony.
You blew out the smoke and sighed. "Do you like smoking?" You heard Tom ask, as he came up behind you, sneaking his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss on your shoulder, making you shiver. "I don't." You said, putting your cigarette out. "But it's the thing that keeps me from doing anything to harm myself." You turned around in his arms. "Jackie told me I need to stop doing it. I should." You smiled apologetically. "Chris Evans smokes too." He blurted out. You nodded. "It's okay if you do it if you really need it. As long as you don't start doing it every day." He kissed you softly, making you smile. "I won't." You promised, and you let him pull you back to the bedroom.
* * *
"Merry Christmas!" You yelled, leaning against Tom, smiling happily as everyone clinked glasses. Your hand found his, and your fingers laced together. "I love you," he murmured in your ear. You looked up at him. "I love you." You whispered, and he grinned.
"This is your present." You put the photobook on the table and let the two families look at it. "It contains a lot of photos. Everyone has a spot." With Tom next to you, you opened the book, revealing a picture of you, Alec, Tom, Harry, Sam and Paddy on the front page. Everyone was laughing in the picture.
The next page revealed a few pictures you and Tom had made on the sets of Civil War and Infinity War, everyone busy and laughing. There were many more pictures, you knew that, but you would let them see for themselves.
You and Tom made your way to the domed roof, to take some time for yourselves and watch the slopes with the lights.
"I love it here," you said as you sat down. "Me too," Tom admitted. You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.
"I have my present for you with me." Tom said, and you turned to look at him as he pulled out a small black book. When you opened it, you gasped. It contained every single picture of the two of you taken together. On the last page it said, 'To Y/N, my Cinderella'. "This is beautiful." You said, and you closed the book, embracing him warmly.
When you pulled apart, you took a white box out of your bag and handed it to him. He pulled out a beautiful wrist-watch. "Look at the bottom." You whispered, and he did.
To more snowy days spent together
"It's amazing, Y/N, thank you." He put his arms around you, and you smiled happily. "I'm glad you like it." You pressed a soft kiss in his neck, and he pulled his hand through your soft hair. Inwardly, you thanked God for giving you Jackie, who saved your life. If she hadn't, then you wouldn't have met Tom. And you were pretty sure you would regret that for the rest of your life.
Chapter Five
Warnings: none
“The British actor who’ve had the pleasure of encountering a first time, the boy who plays Peter Parker in the brand new Avengers: Endgame, and the British actress who landed the role of Iron Man’s daughter and Spider-Man’s love interest in Spider-Man: Homecoming, and who plays the famous Black Rose in the last two Avenger movies, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Y/N Y/L/N and Tom Holland!”
There was a huge applause as you and Tom made your way up the stage. His hand was clasped in yours as you walked forward, and Graham shook his hand and clapped him on his back and guided him to the red couch, leaving you to stand in front of the man. He smiled happily and pulled you into a hug, kissing you on the cheek. You smiled at him, and then moved to sit next to Tom. He put his hand on your leg, and you heard a few whistles coming from the crowd, but you didn't let it bother you.
“So, the last time you were here, Tom, Y/N wasn’t there, and that’s a shame, I would’ve loved to see you here on the show right after the movie got out, so tell me, why couldn’t you be there?” Graham leaned forward in his chair as you laughed and pushed a strand of ear behind your ear.
“I remember, yeah, I remember watching it too, with my friends,” you said, smiling, “As you know, I am a model, and I work with a lot of different magazines. At the time of filming the show, I had an interview the next day, and I was exhausted, beyond exhausted, really, and well, I thought that if I’d go, I would die the next day, and that couldn’t happen because it was an important job for me, so yeah.” You chuckled. “It’s not that I didn’t want to go, I would have loved it, and I love it now, but I had to think about myself too.”
Graham nodded with a smile. “Yes, it is rather shameful. Now, last time we talked about a lot of things, started off with the schools and such, so I was just wondering, Y/N, what kind of school did you go to?” You smile, wider this time. “Not many people know this, because my parents kept Alec and me pretty away from everything, but I went to an old, private school in Scotland-“ “Yeah, we got a picture of it, too.” Graham said, and he turned to look at the small screen behind him, which showed a hill with a huge castle on it, “It looks a bit like Hogwarts, don’t you think?” He asked, turning back again, and everyone laughed.
“Well, it was a bit like Hogwarts. It was a mixed school, but the classes you were in only were with members of your own gender, so you pretty much stayed in the same circle. It was lovely, though, there was this village nearby where we could go in the weekends, and we had Christmas and summer holidays, and it was lots of fun.” You smiled, looking at Tom, who smiled back.
“Alright, and what can you say about your character without revealing too much about the movie plot?” Graham asked. “Alexis Stark is Tony Stark’s daughter,” you began, “her mother’s name is unknown, but she was a girl that Tony fell in love with, actually, when he was studying. He basically knocked her up, and she died giving birth, which left him to take care of her. In the first Avengers movie I was only mentioned by name, and a few pictures. In Civil War, however, I do appear more times, at the time of the movie I’m a bit older than Peter Parker, and I go to his school under the alias of Ray Carter – I live with Sharon Carter, by the way, but I don’t play a massive role. In Infinity War I try to help my dad a bit in the beginning, and I come with him to space, taking on my identity as Black Rose. I reveal my identity to Peter Parker, y’know, and shit ensues quickly after that. My character is, however, not in love with him, but Alexis does care about him a lot, so it’s quite a shock for her when he turns to dust in front of her. She gets stuck with Tony and Nebula, and they try to survive. I don’t appear that much in the movie, though, only at the last twenty minutes or so,”
“So who is Alexis’ love interest?” Graham asked. You chuckled. “I’m afraid I can’t say that. It’s going to be a surprise, though.” “Nobody’s expecting it,” Tom intervened, and you gave him a light smile.
“Can you give us a little background on Black Rose?”
“Yeah, of course I can!” You laughed, and you shifted on the couch.
“So, basically, Alexis is this girl who is enhanced, a mutant, some may call it, but she’s like, half-alien, her mother was not from earth, and so she inherits some of her mother’s powers and creates some of her own. She can fly, like Vision, she can use energy, sort of like what Scarlet Witch does, and she’s really, really strong. She’s also really smart, can solve almost any problem. When we pass by Civil War, she graduates not long after that, and she becomes a vigilante. Tony is against that, but she doesn’t listen, we all know what teenagers are like, am I right?” The audience laughed.
“So, every time she kills someone, she leaves a black rose on their body, stuck in their wound. And that’s how she gets the name, Black Rose, because that’s what she becomes feared for. Alexis doesn’t really get much screen-time in the movies, but I can tell you that she, as the daughter of the famous Iron Man, has a hard life. She’s had to hide since she was small, she’s had to lie ever since she started going to school, and she works very hard by night. She doesn’t really have any daddy or mommy issues, she came to term with it all when she was young, but she does have issues with herself.”
“And Marvel doesn’t focus on that?” You looked at Peter for a second before responding. “Black Rose, or Alexis Stark, or Ray Carter, however you know her, she’s not that important. She doesn’t play a decisive role, like Captain America and Iron Man, she just plays this small background role. I think that’s not going to change, and I’m okay with that, because you don’t always need to really get into all that. Sometimes it’s better to just leave it be. Alright, I’m Alexis Stark, my father is famous, my mother is dead, I lie to everyone, and I kill people.” Everyone laughed.
“So, Tom, you and Alexis never team up in the movies, right?” “You’re fishing for information!” You accused, laughing. Tom chuckled, to then move his eyes back to Graham. “We don’t, actually. The scene where everyone tries to get that glove off Thanos’ hands, she helps Iron Man with it, and she stays by his side, basically. Peter tries to talk to her, but she gives him the cold shoulder.” You patted him on his back. “Poor Peter.” Graham laughed, and you nodded. “Alexis is not good at making friends.” You pointed out, and everyone laughed again.
“Alright, thanks to the guests for coming, thank you, Tom Holland!” Everyone cheered and clapped as Tom gave you a lopsided smile. “And a huge thanks to Y/N Y/L/N, and I really hope we’ll see you again!” More clapping and cheering, and you laughed, giving Tom a quick peck on the lips before the lights slowly went out and the camera’s stopped rolling.
* * *
"You look like a queen, Y/N," the female reported told you, and you smiled widely, looking down at the beautiful blue gown you were wearing. It was off-shoulder, floor-length, with a flowing skirt made of layers of tulle and chiffon from the waist, and white flowers embedded on the top, and a few on the skirt. From the bands on your shoulders flowed a large strap of tulle, essentially forming a train, and covering parts of your arms. "I feel like one," you admitted, looking up to face the reporter. She smiled. "So, what was it like, filming Captive State?" "Oh," you smiled, "it was amazing. The only films I've been in are mostly the Marvel ones, and otherwise I got small roles in not so big movies, so being a part of a bigger plot in another movie with an entirely different cast was wonderful. I met so many new people, and I made a lot of new friends. Filming was exhausting, but it was fun too, and we had a lot of laughs." "Was it strange, having such a turn in plots?" "Yeah, in comparison to Marvel movies, it was so much different. But I liked it. I'm expanding my horizon, you know?" You smiled, and the reporter nodded. "Thank you." The camera stopped rolling, and you smiled wider. "Have a nice day." Then you turned around and walk on.
The movie was a huge blast, but you couldn't help but turn a little red when the bed-scene between you and Ashton came on the screen. You heard a few whispers in the room, and you rolled your eyes, distracting yourself by thinking about Tom's smile.
The two of you had called each other just before the premiere. He would be with you just in time for the premiere of Endgame, and then you'd have him for two months before the premiere in July for Spider-Man: Far From Home in Japan. You missed him a lot.
It had been a month, as he was travelling around for several meet-and-greets and interviews, and it was hard being away from him after having him by your side for so long.
But it was the way your lives were, from now on. You both had important jobs - you had taken on the offer of full-time modelling for Vogue - and he was doing the voice-over for Walter in Spies in Disguise, and he was filming Onward and The Voyage of Doctor Dolittle. The other movie he starred in - Chaos Walking - had had its premiere already, but there were more meet-and-greets planned for that one as well. Tom was busier than you were, but the two of you had made clear arrangements about it.
You would at least Face-Time once a week and call twice a week when one of you was gone, and you would take at least one month off to see each other each half year. You didn't know if it was going to be enough, but your parents had done it, and they were together for a long time, and they still loved each other. You figured that the distance couldn't destroy your relationship. You loved him, and he loved you. That was all you needed to know.
* * *
"You look good in it," Vera told you as you spun around in the fourth dress. It was a long yellow gown that reaches your ankles, with long lace sleeves. "It's too simple." Fyn said, and Jordan nodded in agreement. "It's not you, Y/N." Fyn said. "You always wear these beautiful extravagant dresses, so I don't think this is your style." "I pick all of her dresses!" Vera exclaimed, and Krista chuckled from her spot in the corner of the room. "And that's why I'm sure you can find another beautiful dress for our beautiful Y/N." Vera nodded, and pulled you with her to the changing room.
"This is it." Vera said as you stood in front of the mirror. It was a soft pink colour, with off shoulder sleeves of transparent fabric and the top part was off-shoulder completely, the same colour as the sleeves. A little above your waist, the skirt erupted, in a deeper pink colour, and a transparent train. There were small flowers embedded on the dress, a few on the skirt and on the line that divided the skirt and the top, and a few on the tops and the bottoms of the sleeves.
"It is." You agreed, admiring the sight. You looked like a fairy, straight out of a book.
Jordan did your make-up with soft tones, salmon, soft pink and a few golden tints, while Fyn braided your curls in the African style and soaked the tips in hot water.
"You look like a fairy." Krista said with a light smile as you twirled in front of her. "I do, don't I? I look perfect for the premiere." "Is your boyfriend coming to pick you up?" Alec asked, and you laughed. "I think so-" you were cut off as the bell rang, and the door opened. "Thank you," a distinct voice sounded, and you felt a smile creep up your face.
When Tom entered the room with a bunch of flowers in his hands, you couldn't contain your excitement, and squealing, you ran up to him. He engulfed you in a warm hug, laughing. "Missed you," you breathed in his ear, pressing a few kisses in his neck. You pulled apart, and you let your eyes feast on him standing before you. He was dressed in a black tuxedo and looking handsome as ever. "Missed you too," he whispered in your ear. The two of you hadn't seen each other in two months but kept calling each other. It was different though, holding him.
"Alright lovebirds, let's get this shit rolling." Krista said with a big grin. You nodded, and let Tom help you out of the car. The cameras were flashing, and people were yelling to get your attention. Tom put his hand on the small of your back and guided you into the building.
"Red carpet, smile, be fashionable, make a statement, whatever." Krista said with a big smile as she walked next to you. You nodded. "Kisses can be shared." She winked, and then she left through another door as Tom and you made your way to the red carpet.
You posed with Tom several times, smiling for the camera's, and you even built up the courage to give him a kiss, which was of course something caught by many cameras. He smiled cheekily as you slapped his cheek softly. "Now go pose with the other boys." He hopped off, and you turned to greet the women of the cast: Brie, Zoe, Scarlett, Elizabeth, Karen, Evangeline, Pom, Tilda, Michelle, Gwyneth and Letitia.
The twelve of you stood in a straight line; you were standing in between Brie and Scarlett. Smiling widely, you eyed the crowd of camera's in front of you.
"So, what's it like to be Y/N Y/L/N's boyfriend?" The reporter asked, and Tom laughed, his hand gripping your waist. "It's amazing," he said, looking at you, "she's amazing, honestly. I never thought I'd be with her, and it's still a bit surreal, after seven months," you smiled at him, "but it's amazing. That's all I can say, really." He looked at you. "I love being with her." "That's so sweet!" The reporter cooed, and the two of you shared a fond look. "So, what was it like, filming Endgame? Was it hard to not say anything?" The question was directed at you, and you chuckled. "My family is quite used to not being able to talk about it, so there were absolutely no questions asked. It wasn't that hard, no." "But am I correct to assume that, together with Benedict, you were the only other actress who got to read the entire script?" You laughed. "You are correct in assuming that, yes. Little Tom finds it hard to keep secrets like that, so I suppose it was for the better that we didn't see each other much during the filming." Tom smiled cheekily. "It's different, though, standing there, knowing that you already know everything about the movie, and you can't tell anyone about it. The only one I could talk to about it was Benedict, and we barely saw each other. So yeah, it wasn't much fun, but it wasn't too hard."
The audience gasped as Alexis slowly took off her mask on the screen, revealing short brown locks and beautiful honey-brown eyes underneath. Loki turned around, his cape fluttering behind him, and a smile formed on his lips, before Alexis ran up to him and he spun her in his arms. "Oh my god." Someone said out loud, and there were more whispers as Alexis and the God of Mischief shared a passionate kiss on-screen. You looked at Tom, who was also looking at you. You smiled and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. He smiled against your lips. "I love you," you whispered, and then you turned to watch the rest of the movie. "I love you too."
* * *
Vera brushed something off the white blouse, and carefully helped your arms through the sleeves of the beautiful kimono, while Krista arranged your black skirt to fall wide around your body. You crossed your feet, in towering heels which made you a bit wobbly, and shook your straightened hair back. "You look awesome." Jordan said, finishing your look by creating a perfect wing with white eyeliner. "Perfect." Fyn mouthed, and he took out his phone, snapping a few pictures. You smiled. "You are definitely ready for this." Krista said, getting up from the floor and nodding. "I don't even play a character in the movie, I don't need to look perfect." You said, rolling your eyes. "Y/N, you're the daughter of a famous actor who starred in the most famous movies in Hollywood, and a famous model who used to be a Victoria Secret angel." Vera remarked, and you scoffed. "Doesn't mean I need to look like a fairy 24/7." "It means that you need to look good every single second." Fyn said, and you sighed, looking down at the ground.
"W-wow." Tom stuttered, taking your hand and letting his eyes trail on your form. You rolled your eyes. "I don't look that good." "You do look that good." Zendaya said with a big grin, and you narrowed your eyes looking at her. She was wearing a gorgeous red dress, no doubt designed by someone good, and she looked radiant. "You look very good, too." You said, and she laughed. "Alright, we both look very good. Come on, I'm stealing you from Tom. We're going to steal all the attention." You laughed as she hooked her arm through yours and pulled you towards the red carpet.
"That was amazing!" You yelled, and you turned to kiss Tom deeply. He groaned as his hands grabbed your waist. "I want to take you home," he whispered in your ear, and you immediately pushed him away. Smirking, you told him no. "There is an afterparty we need to go to, after all." He pouted, and you stroked his cheek. "Don't pout. You look too adorable."
Laughing, you narrowly avoided his arm reaching for you, and fell into step with Zendaya, who immediately started chattering about Italy and the filming, glad she could finally share it with someone.
* * *
"I'm beat." You sighed, flopping on the couch.
"There is a bed," Tom said, already taking off his clothes and you slowly got up, yawning. "I'm going to get my make-up off, first, though," you said, and you followed him to the bathroom.
He turned on the shower as you took out your small bag with make-up remover, and slowly started removing it all. Afterwards, you rinsed your face and dried it carefully, putting on some face-cream.
Tom stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and you handed him a towel. "Just a few more to go," he said, stretching, and you nodded, turning around to look at him. "We have to be on the plane by four in the morning," you said, and you looked at your watch. "We can get a few hours of sleep."
Tom yawned, and you studied his small eyes. "You're tired. Come on, let's get to bed." He nodded, and let you guide him to the bedroom.
You put the blanket around him and kissed his face. He closed his eyes and shifted in the bed. "Don't you need to sleep?" He asked, voice hoarse. You smiled. "I'm going to pack our stuff first. It's not much, so I'll be in bed soon. You should sleep, though, because you still have so many premieres to go to." He nodded and turned as you stepped back to fold all the clothes and put them in your suitcases.
It was two in the morning when you stepped out of the bed, slowly sliding under Tom's arm. He groaned and opened his eyes. "Where you are going?" He asked, his voice slightly slurred. You kissed him. "Toilet. I'll wake you up in half an hour, alright?" He nodded and his eyes fell close again.
You sat on the bedside watching him sleep. His eyes were closed, and his curls were tousled, but he looked so peaceful that you didn't want to wake him up at all. He was exhausted, you knew that. Constant filming, and then being away and needing to be there for his fans; you couldn't even fathom what he went through sometimes. You had made certain wishes with Marvel, and that was that you wouldn't have to be everywhere, you could choose if you wanted to go - it made it possible for you to have time for modelling and family. But Tom didn't have that option, and if he had, he wouldn't choose it. He loved this. He loved all of it, even the sleepless night and the exhaustion and the tears. You admired that.
"I would give it up for you," he had said a few weeks before, "if you ask, I will." You had been tempted for a second, but you recovered quickly, and told him that this was his life, and that you could never take that away from him. And maybe someday you could settle down in some way, but there was plenty of time for that. And now, you just wanted to live - with him, preferably.
Tom studied your face as soon as you were sitting in the car, dressed in a simple red dress which he thought looked lovely on you. You looked better than you did in December. You looked happier, more alive. He knew it was hard for you, that he had to be away so much. And he had been very honest with you before. He really could give it up for you. But you loved him too much to do that to him, and so you didn't say anything.
His hand sought yours. You shot him a smile.
It was going to be hard. In the United States, it would be the last premiere you would attend with him. Then, you would travel to Los Angeles, and you would have a few modelling gigs, with Jackson as your assistent. You were going to stay with your father, at least for two years, and you said that you would take a break on the acting, while Tom was going to start filming for Onward and The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle - so he had to be available every day. It meant that you weren't going to see each other for a while.
When he helped you out of the car, and the cameras started flashing, he noticed your smile. "Are you okay?" You asked, and he nodded. You kissed him softly, and his hands roamed your body. "I love you," you whispered, letting go of him. He smiled. "Let's get this started. Come on." You tugged on his hand, and he laughed, letting you pull him with you.
* * *
Two years later....
"Black Rose is going to get her own series!!"
"What?!"
"You, Y/N Y/L/N, are getting your own spin-off series!"
"That's amazing!! I have to call Harrison!"
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Helloooo, please can you write an imagine where Y/N and Harry were best friends at first then were a couple for almost 1 year and a half but break up and she’s now in relationship with a guy and he told her at a family dinner that he still loves her but she told him smt like “You were my real first love and love story, and I love you but I love him more. He’s the man of my life. But we can still be friends.” Something like this❤️
Warnings: not proofed. Angsty as hell, teen!harry, X factor!harry, best friend!harry.
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Y/N and Harry shared everything: a street, toys, friends and even a birthday (Feb, 1, 1994) just as their mothers had. Given that they were also childhood best friends. Y/N and Harry had been friends for years — but then, the X Factor happened… Y/N hated those 3 words. They were the words that had changed the entire dynamic of their relationship; as both friends and as a couple. Well… as much of a “couple” as love sick 16 year olds could be. They’d dated for just over a year before he auditioned for the X Factor. They had been each other’s first everything: first kiss, first real person, first time and of course, first heartbreak. First he broke hers. It happened when news broke that he had made it past the first round of auditions.
“I made it, Y/N.” he’d said. It was totally casual and caught her by surprise. They were lying in his family’s living room in Holmes Chapel watching The Notebook with Gemma, Anne and Robin.
She shot up straight from her position on his lap.
“W-what?” She gasped.
“I made the X Factor.” He said, sitting up to pause the film.
“O-oh. That’s great! I knew you could do it, H!” She stammered hugging him close.
“We’re moving to London.” He mumbled.
“Wait… what?” She questioned.
“We’re moving to London, Y/N. as long as I’m in the competition I need to be on set, and because I’m not 18 mum and Robin need to be with me on set.” He murmured.
“Oh… well London’s only 3 hours away. I could come visit on weekends.” She quipped.
“I don’t know, love. That’s a pretty big commitment. We can’t even drive yet, and that’s a lot to expect from your parents.”
“You could just tell me you don’t want this anymore Harry. I don’t need your pathetic excuses.” She cried rushing out of the living room.
“Y/N, honey! Come back please!” Anne called out.
“BABY PLEASE!” Harry cried running barefoot down his cobblestone drive. But it was no use, she was gone.
Over the next few weeks before he left for London, H made every attempt to contact Y/N. He waited for her at her locker at school, outside of her classes, showed up at her doorstep every morning before school with his famous iced tea that she loved so much and everyday she would walk right past him as if he were some stranger passing her on the street. She’d even resorted to blocking his number on her mobile and not allowing her mother to answer their home phone when his number showed up on the caller ID.
Eventually he learned his lesson and stopped attempting to contact her. But not before he could leave a note in her locker before he left for London.
“Y/N,
I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean what I said the way it sounded. Please let me explain.
I love you,
H.”
——
It had been nearly 3 months since Harry had made any more attempts to contact Y/N, and she had made no attempts at all to reciprocate those attempts. But nonetheless, it still broke her heart to even think about Harry in the arms of another girl — let alone an older woman… not to mention a woman 14 years his senior! It was sickening. She tried her hardest not to pay attention to the rumours and wanted nothing more than believe they were false, but when every media outlet in the UK was reporting about the supposed relationship between “16 year old X Factor contestant Harry Styles and the host Caroline Flack, aged 30” the rumours became rather hard to ignore. But she had to see for herself, so one weekend, close to the show finale, she decided to take Anne up on one of her multiple offers to make the trip to London because “Harry was dying to see her.” She, Anne and Gemma decided to surprise Harry and meet him at Nando’s one evening to surprise him with her visit, only to see him show up hand in hand at the restaurant with her.
That’s when Y/N truly decided to let Harry go. She no longer tuned into the competition, deleted him on all social media and no longer hung-out with the friend group they shared at school. Instead she became a secluded introvert, only going from school to work.
—— 8 years later (January, 28, 2018) ——
It’s been 8 years since Harry and Y/N had physically laid eyes on one another. Not even at Robin’s wake or service. She went of course she did. He was almost as much of, if not more of a father to her than her own dad, she just sat in the back and only made her presence known to Anne and Gemma when Harry was no longer in the room. She decided to unblock his number for a short while and send him her condolences on Robin’s passing, but then she was back to ignoring him. That doesn’t mean that she’s a stranger to her ex boyfriend’s crazy success and scandalous relationships. She’s run into Anne now and again when she was out and about in Holmes Chapel visiting her mother. She also still had the occasional girl’s day in London with Gemma whenever their schedules meshed properly.
She’d moved there 6 years ago when she was 18 after being accepted to Oxford for (your choice in major). She decided to stay in town after she graduated, she received a job offer with a salary that was impossible to pass up just weeks after graduation.
Soon after she started her new job was when she met Kyle. The way they met was kind of serendipitous, if you will. She’d literally spilt her iced tea on him after they collided turning a corner on the street. They’d been inseparable ever since. He’s been her everything for the past 6 years. Which is amazing, considering she never thought she’d feel this way about another man ever again. Not after he broke her heart all those years ago. Anne and Gemma were happy for her, but would be happier if it were Harry she were still with. They liked Kyle enough though, he treated her well and that’s all they ever wanted for her.
Now, four days before their shared 24th birthday she’s sitting on the sofa in the flat she shared with Kyle trying to get Gemma off the phone.
“Gem, how many times do I need to tell you I. Don’t. Want. A. Party. 24 is no special occasion. I’m not 16, or 18 or 21. ‘M just another year older. Can’t we just go to Greece for a weekend? Just the 2 of us and the mums?” (Anne and Y/M/N). Y/N begs.
“Ugh. Fine. I guess, if that’s what you want. But are you sure you don’t want anything on your actual birthday? Y’know like dinner or summat?” Gemma questions.
“Um, no. I think Kyle’s taking me to Gordon Ramsey’s new restaurant in Chelsea that night. Think he wants it to be a surprise though. I over heard him making the reservation a few weeks back.”
“Oh yeah, I know the place. Fancy little bloke inn’he?” She giggles finding her own sense of humour rather amusing.
“Ha ha, Gem. Laugh it up. S’more than you can say H—-“ Y/N stops herself just before her friend’s brother’s name leaves her lips. “Never mind. Sorry. I didn’t mean that.” She retracts.
“No, Y/N, S’okay. I get it. Know he’s m’brother and what he did was a while back but it still makes him a wanker.” Gem agrees.
“Okay. I’ll call you in a few days to sort out the details of the trip, Gem. Talk soon.” Y/N smiles.
“Laters, baby.” Gemma laughs.
—4 days later, Birthday evening (Feb, 1, 2018) Gordon Ramsey’s restaurant.—
“Wow, Ky. This place is amazing, you shouldn’t have.” Y/N gasps as the hostess brings them to their table and informs them their server will be by shortly to take their orders.
“Course I should, love. S’not every day the girl you love turns 24.” Kyle smirks.
Just as the sommelier (wine expert) approaches their table.
“Excuse me, are you Miss. Y/L/N?” He questions.
“Um yes? What is this about?” She asks sheepishly, confused. Kyle himself seeming just as clueless.
“This is for you. Compliments of the gentleman over there at table 4. Enjoy your meal. This pairs lovely with the prime rib, if I do say so myself.” The wine master smiles as he departs from the table.
Y/N looks over Kyle’s shoulder to see the one and only Harry Styles smirking at her from across the dining room. “Happy Birthday, love” he mouths, lifting his own glass of wine in a “cheers” salute.
“If you’ll excuse me, Kyle I need to take care of something really quickly.” Y/N says, giving her date a tight lipped smile before marching over to Harry and hauling him up from the table by the cuff of his Gucci suit jacket.
“Oi, love. That’s no way to greet an old friend on his birthday is it?” Harry jabs as she continues to maneuver them out the main doors of the restaurant.
“First of all a $300 bottle of wine? Are you freaking kidding me, Harry? Second of all… s’tha’ all I am to you, an’ “old friend?” And third, how the bloody freaking ‘ell did you find me? Especially tonight of all nights?” She whisper yells as they gat far enough into the parking lot.
“One, happy birthday. I know you love that wine. He probably would’ve ordered you some cheap $50 merlot. Two, no love, yer much more to me than just and old friend. S’what I came ere to tell yeh. And three, I’m Harry freaken Styles, love. There’s nothin I can’t do. Not to mention Gordon owed me a favour after I performed at his daughter’s graduation last year. When Gem told me yer new bloke was bringing yeh ere tonight I decided to call in that favour.” Harry smiles, taking in the appearance of the girl he’s loved for the last 20 some-odd years of his life. The same one he hasn’t seen in nearly 8 years. But seeing her here, tonight looking gorgeous as ever in that tight black dress and killer Louboutins, with him?? Well that was a hell of a kick in the nads.
“Why did you really come here, Harry? Because I know it wasn’t just to give me expensive wine and say happy birthday. But if it was, happy birthday, Harry. Goodbye.” Y/N mutters, shaking her head and walking away.
“N-no, baby please! Don’t walk away. Not again.” He begs grabbing at Y/N’s wrist and pulling her into him. “Please, baby. I love you. Don’t walk away again. If you do, I don’t think I can take it.” He says, full on sobbing now and literally begging on his knees outside the busiest restaurant in the Chelsea district, not caring who sees him.
“Get up, Harry. You’re making a scene. Im not your baby anymore. I haven’t been for the last 8 years. And that was your choice. I loved you, but I love Kyle, now. I’d still like to be friends though, yeah?” Y/N says in an attempt to plaster a fake sad smile on her face and look away from Harry to wipe her own tears.
“Not Harry to you baby. ‘M anything but. What happened to H or babe or love or handsome?? Anything but Harry. That makes it too real. You know we can never be friends. We’ve been through too much.” He sobs, standing up to hug her again.
“M’sorry, H. I love Kyle and he’s inside waiting. I’m sure I’ll see you around yeah?” She says, releasing herself from his embrace and kissing his cheek before reentering the restaurant and leaving Harry out in the cold.
——
Fin?? But could definitely see this being a small series if you all like it! There are plenty of places I could go with this! xx M.
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Death Note (2017)
okay, so I just watched the Death Note movie and damn that shit was
WILD
so im just going to compile some small notes about how bad and how much they fucked Death Note like fuck man
Please Note: there are going to be elements of spoilers in this list so if you are planning on watching Death Note (2017) be aware (but in all honesty please dont watch it just watch the 2006 Anime Adaptation I beg you, I am doing you a solid)
lets begin
ok so first off, this shit is americanised so of course there is a buttload of whitewashing because if you didnt know Death Note is Japanese and set in Japan and the characters are Japanese - please.
Light Yagami is a good boy™ so like how dare you make this shitty bad boy - hes doing other peoples homework please no
the Death Note lands right next to him - um no the Death Note lands 10 feet away from Yagami and outside his classroom stop this
also it starts raining right after he picks up the Death Note - spoooky
white!light finds some bullys who are obviously over school age and so he pulls the child abuse card on them if they were to hit him - he gets decked anyway.
he gets caught with the homework and put into detention and oh no the light went out - creepy factor™ to the max - so spooked
oh yeah, did i mention that this film is rated an 18
so of course theres been swearing and cursing from everyone, even Light - sorry not my Light
best part of the film was white!light shitting himself when he see Ryuk like yes 10/10 A++ content would watch that scene again
white!light also slaps himself and i wanted him to do it more
theres more swearing, i mean i had to settle in for a wild ride with fucks and shits throughout this whole film, but like the anime was only a 15
also Willem Dafoe as Ryuks voice was pretty cool, had a nice ring to it but anyway
he goes to kill older bully because Ryuk says he wants to (obviously hes hesitant) but cant
legit words from the film “i dont have a pen” Ryuk pulls out a pen “well its good you have one” im yeLLING
he writes older bully guys name down but oh no, Ryuk tells him to write down how so guess what
HE CHOOSES DECAPITATION IM SERIOUS YALL THIS IS HIS FIRST KILL NO HESITATION JUST WRITES DOWN DECAPITATION LIKE WHO FUCKEN WROTE THIS
FUCKEN GORE TO THE MAX YOU SEE THIS GUYS HEAD BE FUCKEN RIPPED FROM HIS BODY BY A TRAGIC ACCIDENT LIKE FUCK
by this point i was already like #NotMyDeathNote i mean
dad is introduced, but where is mother and sister - ill tell you where - non existant (mum is dead and there was never any sister)
MORE SWEARING >:(
theres still apples tho and Ryuk still loves them
white!light reads the Death Note rules (well he actually skims them but okay)
comes across some scribble and sees a not “dont trust Ryuk”
HE PRONOUNCES IT RYE-UK NO LIE IM LIKE HOW THE FUCK DARE YOU NO ITS RYUK PRONOUNCED REE-UK FUCK YOU
its okay tho because Ryuk comes out and shuts him down with the correct pronunciation like yas bitch you tell him
ALSO LET ME LOOK AT MY MAIN MAN STOP PUTTING HIM IN THE DARKNESS LET ME SEE HIS FACE NOT JUST HIS EYES
Ryuk suggests shark attacks on the toilet as a not possible example of death - Ryuk i thought you were better than this
angry scribbling of names - damn white!light is mad
AND ANOTHER THING WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE HEART ATTACKS LIKE HE JUST KEPT SPECIFYING THE DEATHS - NO THIS IS NOT HOW IT WORKS YOU DONT NEED TO JUST KEEP WRITING THESE SHITTY DEATHS
you get one look at Ryuk and damn, my man you ugly im sorry they did you like that
okay back at school, watching the team practice and guess what
HES GOT THE DEATH NOTE AND HES READING IT IN THE OPEN IN PUBLIC - BITCH PUT IT THE FUCK AWAY
OH BUT WAIT A GIRL SEES HIM - SHE NOTICES IT AND IS LIKE “oo Death Note whats that” AND HES LIKE “nah its nothing™”
BUT IT GETS BETTER
HE TELLS HER ABOUT IT AND LETS HER READ IT AND SHOWS HER HOW IT WORKS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON - MY LIGHT WOULD NEVER DO THIS
I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO THIS CHICK IS BUT APPARENTLY HE DOES AND SHE KNOWS HIM SO IM LIKE WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS SO WRONG - WHO IS SHE?!?!?!
so new girl who im sure is supposed to be Misa Misa says to white!light “lets change the world together” and so these words obviously go straight to white!lights dick because theres sexual tension in the air
“can i kiss you?” “youre not suppose to ask”
she just fucken pins him to the wall shes making him her bitch and theyre kissing ugh my eyes hurt
cut back to school and they in class and they looking at each other like they fucked
then theres more kissing like fucking straight white movie romances am i right
theyre finding a name for the God who will rule the new world
of course its Kira like what else is it going to be
“Kira means light in celtic” and then quickly “also its similar to the word killer in Japanese” like damn bitch i wonder why you quickly said that - oh yeah because Death Note is actUALLY JAPANESE
im so fucjing done with this film
but now the death victims are leaving perfectly written Japanese messages on the walls like this doesnt mAKE UP FOR YOUR SHITTY WHITEWASHING
news time: white boy feels special for getting lots of praise and attention for killing bad guys
were suddenly in Japan in a night/strip club
hooded guy is introduced - hes speaks Japanese - finally we are saved by the Japanese guy who I assume is L
nope L is not Japanese just speaks it just like in the anime
white!light is suddenly angry as detective dad for getting on the Kira case like damn what is your damage
Watari is here but he is not cute and kind looking like in the anime, i am disappointed
white!lights dad talks to L on the laptop - but wheres the garbled voice???????
L is introdu--
L IS BLACK, I REPEAT L IS BLACK - ARREST THAT WHITE BOY BECOME POWERFUL WE ARE SAVED
“rest your glutes” - true words from L. a real line in a real fim
movie!L is just as good and cute as anime!L
nope wait, he actually appears in public himself instead of a decoy - im sorry but i cant have this - not my L
he might have had his face covered and hooded but still - not my L
WHITE!LIGHT IS RUDE - HE TALKS TO RYUK LIKE SHIT - TELLS HIM TO SHUT THE FUCK UP HOW DARE YOU I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM FOR THAT ALONE
finally found out Misa Misa replacements name
its Mia
some cops walked off a building
i kind of stopped taking as many notes by this point i was just not paying attention
“if you fuck this were not the good guys anymore” - what part of killing people, be they bad or not, makes you the good guys? NONE
L and Light meeting in a cafe
L becomes a cat and pushes shit off the table
“youre the one who flew into the sun, im just the one to make sure you actually burn” - yooOOOOOOO L rekt u
white!lights dad dares to be killed - Mia thinks about doing it but white!light stops her - she gets dumped
she begs for him back
she pulls out the i love you card
it works because of course it would and theyre kissing again - like fuck no bitch you tried to kill my dad get the fuck out
Watari is targeted, his name is written in the book - LEAVE HIM ALONE
apparently people can be spared by burning the page with their name on it, what kind of bullshit
L is angry, he is so smad
L GETS PINNED AGGRESSIVELY TO A TABLE UNHAND HIM YOU HEATHENS
but another fault that L doesnt really get mad, hes actually a cool cucumber im sorry not my L
homecoming dance - really
Mia gives white!light his outfit for it and also a hat with a note saying “i have it”
have what idk
Ls old kids home is creepy™
white!light is wEARING A TOPHAT TO THE HOMECOMING DANCE WHA THE FUCK
it was a decoy trick wow
oh no Wataris page is missing it cant be burned now, WATARI IS GOING TO DIE
Watari dies before he can give white!light Ls real name HA
Take my Breath Away by Berlin plays at the dance - beautiful
oh damn Mia actally outsmarts and FCUKS white!light - she wrote his name in the Death Note
nope wait shes going to burn the page to bring him back fucking
she still fucked him over tho
L is still smad, but now hes got a gun and hes stolen a cop car
theres a mangled L theme going on i swear
smashes through a “drive slow, drive safe” sign - good one L
L finds white!light and chases him on foot
L IS RUNNING I REPEAT L IS RUNNING
PARKOUR
L IS DOWN AND OUT COLD IM
now white!light has the gun
news flash: white boy is having regrets but white girl is living it
its sad™
OH DAMN HE FUCKED HER OVER BACK IM YELLING
theyre on a ferris wheel and then it collapses spontaneously
oh no white boy is having major regret about everything what a shame
bye Mia, bye white!light
oop Mia is dead
L is okay
white!light is in the water
some random sees the washed up Death Note and picks it up
white!light is in hospital - the random returns the Death Note to him
memories of dead girlfriend™
father just now realised that his son is Kira
WHITE BOY SET THE WHOLE FUCKING THING UP - HE TELLS HIS DAD EVERYTHING LIKE FUCK HE MIGHT BE WHITE BUT HE FUCKING SMART
L is still smad but now he had good hard evidence and proof of Kira
Ryuk is laughing and says that humans are interesting
and then get this
IT FUCING ENDS
WHITE!LIGHT LIVES HE FUCKING LIVES AND LIKE IM JUST LIKE THIS IS NOT RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK NO PUT IT RIGHT FUCKING KILL HIM YOU COWARDS AND LET L LIVE
but its okay because there are “funny bloopers” in the end credits
more mangled L theme
im now watching the original 2006 anime and all is well
Death Note 2017 whats that?
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Netflix Death Note: My Thoughts
So the long awaited American adaptation of Death Note arrived on Netflix on Friday the 25th of August, and it’s clear to see that the reviews are certainly mixed.
Let’s just jump right in and get down to the many faults with this adaptation.
Note* This isn’t all doom and gloom, as I think there is definitely some room for appraisal. There will be many spoilers ahead but who cares, right?
Light Turner (Light Yagami):
Light is essentially a bit of a loser, taking crap from bullies and even from L. As we know from the anime, Light isn’t hesitant on throwing in a good ol’ punch to the face. Yet in this adaptation, Light seems to just accept any grief that he is presented with. In addition to this, Light appears to be a bit of a loner, as we never see him socialising with any friends. Now in the anime, whilst it wasn’t common for Light to have the boys around for a few games of Mario Kart, he was still acknowledged around school to “hang out” with other students, but he of course declined because he’s a busy bee with a rotten world to cleanse
Another point to mention regarding Netflix Light is how careless he is. At many moments throughout the movie, Light can be seen shouting about the Death Note whilst in loud conversation with Mia (Misa Amane) and he even has his Death Note out on his lap during gym class. Whereas we all know that anime Light would never do something like that. He understood the importance of keeping the Death Note hidden from absolutely everyone, and wouldn’t dare openly talk about it in public. Because why would he be so careless? He wouldn’t. This links in to Lights intelligence, or so to say, craftiness.
Netflix Light doesn’t appear to be the brains of the operation, except at a few key points towards the end of the movie. throughout the anime, Light had his head screwed on from the start, and he allowed absolutely nothing to get in his way. He also wouldn’t sacrifice the Death Note for anyone or anything (except when Sayu, but of course he had a plan to wind up getting the Death Note back) In the Netflix adaptation, it is more Mia who has true intentions for the Death Note, and it appears that Light doesn’t really have everything set in stone, as he did in the anime. I’ll elaborate more on that when I discuss Mia’s character.
A crucial key aspect to mention is that at no point did Light proclaim “I am the God of the new world”, which is severely disappointing,as anime Light genuinely believed that he was Justice, but Netflix Light just wants to be a do-gooder and be rid of the bad guys. Netflix Light also never has a psychotic moment of ranting to Ryuk, himself, or anyone for that matter. Anime Light is iconic for having random outbursts of craziness, as all great characters do, but Netflix Light is pretty chill throughout the movie, with the exception of the moments in which he thought he was about to get caught out. I just believe that it would’ve been more enjoyable for Netflix Light to have been portrayed as the Evil Genius that we know him as.
Now onto Mia Sutton (Misa Amane):
In complete contrast to Anime Misa, a cute blonde model with a slight sinister streak, Mia Sutton is a dark haired edgy cheerleader who smokes (see? bad habits = bad movie) In a weird way, from watching Mia, I got the feeling that she was more suited to be Light Yagami than what Netflix Light was. Let me explain: At the beginning of the movie, Mia is the typical semi-popular good looking cheerleader. However, the look on her face is like a constant expression of boredom, similar to anime Light at the beginning. When Mia discovers the power of Lights Death Note, she is the one who is more keen on changing the world, as though it was her all along who has been “bored” of how things have been working out in the legal system, and as though she is the one with the real desire to be rid of all criminals in the world. This includes the lives of innocents who stand in her way.
The key difference between Mia and Misa is that Mia’s drive to use the Death Note is for her own personal desire, and she is very willing to throw Light under the bus, as revealed when she wrote his name in the notebook and promised to burn it so long as he gave her ownership of it. Whereas Misa on the other hand done everything under Lights instruction, and wouldn’t dare step out of line. This can be said to be because Misa was infatuated with Light, therefore her use of the Death Note was to assist him. If anything, Mia is more problematic to Light, despite being clever, that what Misa was.
This adaptation really spun things around for Misa’s character, as it conveyed Mia as intelligent, and only looking out for herself. I suppose this is only considered a fault if you prefer the original Misa.
Furthermore, the relationship between Light and Mia is also in stark contrast to Light and Misa. Netflix Light appears to be genuinely in love with Mia, and it actually seems that he is more interested in her than what she is with him, as we can assume she is only in it for the Death Note. Anime Light has zero romantic attraction to Misa, and only kept her safe as he was under threat from Rem. If it wasn’t for that, Light would’ve disposed of Misa in a heartbeat in order to make matters less problematic for himself. And yes, whilst we can say “but Netflix Light wrote Mia’s name in the Death Note” I don’t believe that was his intention from the start. I think he genuinely loved Mia, but upon realising that she was going behind his back and eventually holding his life against him, he had to fight back.
Another cringe detail on Mia and Lights relationship is how edgy and quirky they are. Their relationship is portrayed as slightly darker than anime Light and Misa. For example, they “make out” whilst writing names in the notebook. Honestly, how twisted does one have to be to get in the mood whilst killing people? In addition to their edge & quirk, Netflix Light has a “normal people scare me” picture in his locker, next to a picture of the two of them, Light and Mia. C'mon guys, only the edgiest of teens own American Horror Story merchandise. Having said that, I do see a slight resemblance between Netflix Light and Mia to Evan Peters and Emma Roberts… Oh, not to mention their edgy homecoming pictures. Choking? Very edgy indeed.
Now onto L:
Whilst my thoughts on L may be bias, as he is my favourite character in the anime and the movie, I am able to acknowledge his faults. Let’s start with his irrationality. For the beginning of the movie, Netflix L appeared to walk in similar footsteps to that of anime L, with some minor changes such as the way in which he addressed Kira during a press release, and confronted Light in a cafe of sorts. However, the calm and collected demeanour suddenly shifts after Watari’s disappearance, when L begins to panic. Instead of taking a rational approach, as anime L would, Netflix L decides to let his emotions get the better of him, and carries out a series of irrational behaviours: starting with almost assaulting Light at his house, before being stopped by a poorly portrayed Soichiro Yagami (but more on that later), then onto stealing a police car and, whilst being armed with a gun, recklessly chases after Light, and then attempts to shoot him. As we have witnessed in the anime, L isn’t keen on moving around much, so this adaptation was probably a bit too quick and fast to suit anime L. Another mistake Netflix L makes is announcing to a bystander that he is a detective and Light is Kira, and that’s why he’s pointing a gun at him. Of course, L is ultimately struck down by this bystander, allowing Light to escape. What was disappointing about this was that anime L would’ve known that virtually anyone could be a Kira supporter, and would’ve done anything to protect who they thought was Kira, so the real rational minded L wouldn’t have made that announcement. To be fair, the real rational minded L wouldn’t have been having a physical showdown with Kira in the back alley of a restaurant in the first place.
My final kick at Netflix L is that he’s a bit of a crybaby, very much unlike anime L. Throughout the movie, Netflix L is shown to be very passionate about justice and all that business, but he seems a little /too/ passionate. He is even seen to be crying at the end of the movie, which we know is very uncommon for the original L. This can be perceived to make L look weak, and sort of as though he’s lost the “war”.
In conclusion to Netflix L, this adaptation managed to maintain his quirks and mannerisms, however I do believe that he was made to be more emotional, which I guess is a good thing as we get to see that he is a real human.
Ok so here’s a lil list of various other flaws that aren’t necessarily worth making a big rant about:
•Watari’s name is Watari, and not an alias. This made it easy for Light (well technically Mia) to kill him.
•Wammy’s house has a different name, and it’s also dead. The orphanage has been abandoned and it just looks sad.
•The guy who played the guy who’s supposed to be Soichiro Yagami (cba learning the names) was not the best at all. His performance was so dry and pretty much annoying. The real daddy yagami wouldn’t stand for this.
•There is no Mello, Near, Matt, or any of the task force.
•Lights mum is dead and there isn’t a little sister who can’t do quadratic equations.
•Everything seems to move a bit too fast in the film, so I think that if you weren’t familiar with Death Note, then you’d probably be confused as to what’s happening.
•Ryuk isn’t that thing in the corner that laughs maniacally and makes the odd quip. Instead, he’s quite keen on making Light give up the Death Note, as he can see the trouble it’s causing. Anime Ryuk is preferable as he thrived off the chaos, which made his character more appealing.
There are most likely many more but I feel like I’ve dug deep enough.
I have to admit, the soundtrack for the Netflix adaptation was actually really good
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