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wizkiddx · 3 years

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a friendly face

a lil one inspired from seeing the recent interviews abt cherry - yes im a couple days late but am very slow. This is basically stolen and adapted from another of my stories so I don't think there's any bits left over by my dyslexic proof reading isnt that great so apologies!!! very speech heavy so sorry am trying to balance my writing more

Summary: Tom is having a hard time filming Cherry and dealing with the emotional baggage of it, so Harry recruits someone to make everything that little bit better.

tomhollandxreader

fluff and a little angst I guess?

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Harry, Tom and their driver Sian where all sitting in the car having left the set 20 minutes ago, heading back to their accommodation. Or more precisely, Harry and Sian sat in the two front seats- Harry only in the front as to allow Tom to lie down across the three back seats. He was asleep, or at least looked asleep, but Harry knowing his brother so well knew he was just wishing he was. The day had been torturous for Tom, they’d been filming a hospital sequence in which his character was heart broken. The sequence had involved him being thrown onto the floor multiple times, by a heavy handed stunt double who was not nearly as precise as those he’d worked with at ‘marvel’. Furthermore, there was also multiple scenes of him having to properly cry on camera, which although it sounds tame, is one of the hardest things you can ever ask an actor to do. At least, someone who commits half as much as Tom. For him to show that emotion, he had to go back to a place in his life where he didn’t really ever want to venture again. But even then, this character was such a fuck up, he had to do deeper. He felt completely drained, emotionless and cold. But he couldn’t sleep, not for the guilt he felt for being short with everyone on set- he had never been like that before, he just felt like no one was respecting or understanding what he was going through. So instead he just lay on his side, facing the backs of the leather seats, arms folded in stubbornness- even if he had no idea why.

“Tom?…Tom, I know you’re awake… Look, we need to make a quick stop. You gotta come out.” Harry was actually slightly nervous his brother would just point blank refuse, even if he needed this so bad.

“I just need to get back to the apartment. Please Harry. Can’t we do it tommorrow?” The desperation dripping off Tom’s voice actually pained Harry to listen to. He knew Tom was having a crisis about how he treated everyone today, so chose to ignore his please in favour of some assurance.

“You know everyone understands… They just kept asking me if you were alright?” Harry could see the guilt radiating off Tom. It hurt him to see his big brother like this.

“Please… I just need to get back” His small voice barely made it to the front of the car, but Harry heard it all.

“It will take 2 minutes tops, I had a delivery but I need a hand carrying it, come on” Harry spoke as Sian turned on the indicator to pulled up next to the sidewalkpavement; the car slowing to a gentle halt. Tom didn’t reply, instead huffing as he used the head rest of the middle seat to pull himself up. Already out the car, Harry opened the door for him waiting patiently, because Harry knew he would be a hundred times better off in just a few moments.

“What the hell have you even ordered that’s so big?” Tom sighed while ducking through the door into the cold Cleveland air, keeping his eyes on the sidewalk as Harry motioned for him to follow his feet.

“Oh um don’t know, a good friend sent it actually” Harry tried to hide the grin that was spread over his face from showing in his voice, as he saw a very familiar head of hair running toward them.

“What friend?” Tom looked up sassily toward Harry, shortly questioning who would send Harry a parcel from England that was too big to be delivered or carried by himself. Only then, nearly 5 metres away from Sian in the car, did Tom look up to see where they were. It wasn’t the nearest post office or delivery warehouse - they were at the airport. “Harry what’s going on?” Tom questioned with a low and warning voice, skipping a step or two in order to catch up with his younger brother.

“We’re collecting her” Harry smiled as he nodded forward. Following his gaze with eyes wide open, Tom turned forward just in time to see Y/h/c flying over his face as he was engulfed by someones arms. Immediately sensing exactly who this was, Tom did not hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist and push his head into your neck. Smelling the familiar perfume, Tom couldn’t help but scoff, allowing a the jerky breath to leave his lungs as you arched away from the hug, cupping Tom’s face with both her hands.

“I’ve been reliably informed you could use a friendly face” you smiled, noticing his raw emotions threatening to overtake him, so swiftly pressing just pressing your lips onto his. Seemingly frightened to move, Tom barely reacted to the kiss, so you pushed and deepened into it a little more- till you felt him relaxing against you. With that, you arched away again and smiled massaging his stubbly hair behind his left ear.

“How are you here?” He croaked staring deeply at her, switching between her left and right eye as if that somehow would confirm that this was real, not some cruel dream he was having.

“Someone somewhere knew you were in need and bought me a plane ticket over… I’m coming home with you on monday” You grinned while watching Tom’s eyes light up, he leaned in again to your lips instead of replying.

“Er-cuh-huh” Harry loudly cleared his throat, causing the two to pull away from each other. “Sorry to interrupt, but Sian isn’t really allowed to stop there long sooo” They both nodded, before Tom lunged at his brother, holding him close and whispering thanks too. It was clear this was at least partly Harry’s doing, and he could never thank his brother enough.

“Umm.. as much as I’m enjoying this brotherly love we really do have to get back in the car” Harry awkwardly spoke as he almost pushed Tom off him.

“Awww my favourite little brother being all mature” You giggled, taking your turn to hug Harry, admittedly a little shorter than Tom’s, but still with lots of gratitude.

“Please get stop loving me and get back into the car!” Harry yelled as he stormed off to Sian, leaving both you and Tom in fits of laughter. Grasping each others hand simultaneously the laughter continued as you followed Harry down the street to the car.

Seeing you standing there; feeling your arms wrapped round his neck ; hearing your oh so sweet voice had Tom feeling…. Feeling lighter. It was as though your mere presence gave him the strength to carry all the things that were previously weighing him down like a truck. What was extraordinary though, was how it wasn’t just psychological. He literally felt his joints feel looser, he felt his body flood with warmth and he felt his heart calming down. When you’d first been getting close to each you’d had rather the opposite effect. Which was surprising because that was at the point Tom had never felt more confident - he had just returned form a avengers press tour, where naturally everyone had just loved him and played up to his every whim. He had legions of girls, some of them drop dead gorgeous where falling at his feet. And yet, when he met you it was as though he was transported back into his incredibly awkward teenage years. It was infuriating, he knew he could act cool and unbothered and smooth however as soon as you stood informant of his it was like his mind melted, filling it with utter gibberish and garble. In fact, he was plainly floored by you - how kind and pure hearted you were, how respectful and how you found hhis jilted flirting adorable and not to forget how drop dead gorgeous you are.

It had taken a while and a hell of a lot of opening up, but over time he found the opposite happening. Your presence became something else entirely, not one that would put him on his toes and have his heart racing - more of a comfort. He slept better when you were beside him, his nerves never got the better of him if you were there to cheer him on. He could relax completely without any fear of judgement, any worry at all with you. What you had done is change the definition of something so fudemental and a given in life. You’d changed home from a place to something much more intangible. A person; a feeling; a connection. You were his home.

“Sian are we close?” You asked, turning your attention away from the two brothers annecdotes from filming, realising Sian must’ve been driving for about 30 minutes.

“Yep just the next right I think” Sian replied gently while turning the wheel as the indicator clicked.

“Where are we going?” Tom asked, looking first at you then pleadingly at Harry- knowing he had more of a chance with his brother.

“Well” You started and he whipped his head back round “I know it’s late and you’ve been working all day, but you have alater 10 o’clock call time tomorrow instead of 6, so this is the best night to do something. We found a driving range-with heaters” which was a very important factor since Cleveland was bloody freezing “- that we thought you’d like to play a game or two?” The massive smile in response meant you’d hit the nail on the head.

“And soz but I’m crashing the game otherwise- and no offence, but you would win waayyyy toooo easy Tom” Harry butted in and sniggered as he interrupted the lovey-dovey stares. You gasped at that in mock offence, holding your hand over your chest.

“Oi you, Paddy has been teaching on the Holland boys days out you both missed- I’ll have you know I now am aware that you have to get the ball into the hole, not a goal as previously thought.”

The boys both groaned in unison and Y/n wiggled her eyebrow grinning, elbowing Tom slightly in the side. “Things might have changed since you left you know?”

Yet another thing Tom loved so completely about you, was how effortlessly you had fitted into his family. Honestly, none of the Hollands could imagine life without you anymore - especially Nikki, who had quite literally attempted adopting you so she officially wasnt the only female in the immediate family. Sam used you as an expert taster for all his marvellous culinary creations (even if your judgement was always the same, it was very good); Dom often ended up picking your brains about your work, he found you ‘actual proper’ job as a doctor simply amazing , where all his family had never been especially acadmeically gifted; and Paddy just plain saw you as his older sister. So it was hardly surprising at all that when two of their actual kids flew across the world , you’d been the obvious placeholder. Yes, golf was most definitely your forte - but you were enthusiastic, with a positive (if flightily misguided) give it a go attitude.

The try-try-and-try-again attitude that never really worked … until Paddy taught you how to hit a clean drive.

“I am not joking, I am asking the lady at the desk there’s no way!”

“Tom you are the worst looser I have ever met! I didn’t cheat, I’ve just taken up a new hobby”

“There is no way Tom… no way she can get that good” Harry huffed as he ran straight past you to catch up with Tom, making sure that you did see the harsh glare he shot him. The outrage that Y/n had beaten them both at the driving range was way worse than anything you could’ve predicted- now you sort of were wishing you’d let them win. Oh wait…. Of course you weren’t - this was priceless. Especially their faces when you’d launched your first ball super accurately inn the centre of the second furthest away target. They had reacted as if you had just stripped butt naked, you thought; standing their jaws hanging with a look of almost fear in their eyes.

“You could see the balls land with your own eyes! Practice makes perfect!”

“Thats not fair though! It took you like 8 weeks to be like that?”

“I mean you were obviously just taught by the wrong Holland, Paddy’s a pretty good teacher!” You smiled as your trio turned the corner and walked through reception, seeing Harry desperate to ask the receptionist but Tom just looking over his shoulder to give a hurt look to at you.

“I’m going to ban you from being closer to my brothers than me”

“I can’t help if he’s cuter then you alright?” You smirked and raised an eyebrow, as Tom stopped in his tracks and turned to face you.

“That’s it… your gonna get it” he spoke in a low voice, with a mischievous look in his eye, abruptly he launched himself at you - barely having time to swerve away from him and start a sprint towards the exit, giggling as you took a glance back to see Tom chasing you out, Harry quickly in tow too.

“Your not allowed to beat me at golf!” In a jokey voice, you heard Tom yell, just as you reached the sleek black 4x4 and hurdling yourself into it.

“I’m in the car it’s a no fight zone!” You cowered in the corner,back pressed up against the opposite door and arms crossed to make an ‘x’ sign in front of her body.

“That is not how it works” Tom and Harry grinned from the open door. As fast as lightning they both vaulted in and started tickling you, making you screech curses at the two of them.

“Alright alright kids, no fighting while I’m driving thats an order.” Sian calmly spoke, trying to hide the laughter from her voice, as the two men retreated and helped to pull you up from the position half on the floor that your squirming had gotten you to.

“Get off my leg Tom… arghhh… thanks Sian, I’m sorry they’re so moody, I just whipped their asses at golf”

“You’re here to make me feel better right? Not doing a good job so far” Tom’s snide remark meant you scrunched up your nose while plugging her seatbelt in, making sure to jab Tom’s side hard as you did so.

“How did I end up sandwiched in between you two twats then?” You grinned from the middle seat as Harry just rolled his eyes looking out the window, and Tom gave you a loving smile- not able to hide his relief of your presence.

“Think it’s about a 40 minute drive you gotta enjoy” Sian smiled looking at you via the rear view mirror, to which Tom couldn’t quite stifle the yawn that escaped.

After all he had done much more than the typical 9-5 hours work, and the golfing was an unexpected addition to the already long day. His excitement and just pure joy at having you here had made him forget about It all for a couple of hours - but now his exhaustion was catching up with him with a vengeance. Instinctively you wrapped you arm round Tom and in doing so pulled him into your side.

“Get some rest huh?” You whispered into his forehead, and all Tom could do was reply with a weary nod, letting his eyes slip close to the constant beat of Ally’s heart. You immediately sensed Tom was properly out of it, and contented yourself looking out his window for a few minutes, before you felt something heavy briefly whack your other shoulder. Jumping a little at the contact, you looked round to see Harry’s head bobbing side to side in a light slumber. In the midst of worry for Tom, you hadn’t realised the kid had been doing the same long hours as him. Plus dealing with Tom and being Tom’s support, which surely took it out of him. Harry had always been ‘the most important brother’ in your eyes. Just because Tom trusts him so implicitly and completely, they had an understanding only real brothers could get to but also extended far beyond blood. When you’d first been introduced Harry had been colder to you. It wasn’t personal though, he just wanted to be sure on you and your intentions with Tom because as he well knew often when people saw Tom they didn’t just see an opportunity for love. It was an opportunity for a lifestyle, for fame, for relevance. Harry took a while before he trusted you but now you were miles and miles beyond that point. So now, being at a stage with Harry where he was phoning you to come and fly out to save Tom (and him too). It was not to be taken lightly. Therefore, you gently pressed your hand to Harrys face and pushed him to lean against her other shoulder too- hoping to cure the dark circles under his eyes a little bit too.

You were quite content for the rest of the journey, feeling warmth radiate through your body as the two men breathed deeply and calmly either side of you. You sort of didn’t want the car journeyer to end - but sure enough it wasn’t long till Sian was pulling into the hotel entrance.

“Get you a girl that can do both, beat yo ass at golf and look after your family” Sian whispered as she handed the phone back to you, after having taken some of your favourite ever photos, the 2 boys asleep on your shoulders while you pulled a variety of different faces. Smiling back at Sian, you then sighed-knowing she had to wake the two up, given their exhaustion you didn’t really want to either.

“Boys…boys… hey let’s get you both into bed yeh?” You spoke softly, gently raising your shoulders in order to disturb them both. Harry’s head immediately shot up, his eyes puffy and half open, but a sheepish look on his face as he realised how he was sleeping. Just responding with a smile that said it was all okay, before you turned her attention to Tom- forever stubborn to wake up, at least nothing had changed there.

“Come on Tom, can’t have you sleeping in the car all night” You pushed again, this time lifting Tom’s head, earning a very deep groan as his eyes slid open and he pushed against the movement. It was at this point Harry slammed the car door shut, making Tom jump out of his skin, you loosing the hope of any serene wakeup call. Rubbing Toms arm, relaxing the tension now present in his body you encouraged him once again. “Come on lets get inside mister”

His hotel room was exactly what you’d expect for an a-lister and lead actor in a million pound film. Large, modern, squeaky clean and posh. It was almost too big to be filled by one person though, Tom had always found it a bit cold and just not cosy - why he opted to spend the majority of his down time either fast alseep or in somebody else’s company. Both of those also stopped him getting too much in his head - or more accurately in his characters head. Cherry was a weird character and from interviewing all the veterans and lengthy discussion of his past, Tom almost felt as if he had in some small way experienced what Cherry had. Felt what Cherry did. Thought like Cherry did.

And that was a sure fire way to fuck yourself up.

Now, with you here in his room haphazardly digging through your case, if felt warmer. The cold but brilliant white lights seemed to have softened to a gently warm glow that bounced off your skin and made your figure look almost angelic to Tom. You were his home.

“What are you waiting for?” You mused while turning away from your (now) inside out suitcase, proudly carrying her pyjamas which you had found hidden at the bottom the whole time- not the most practical packing in the world. All the while Tom sat on his bed, back leaning against the headboard and arm bent behind his head too.

“Just thinking that I need to go through all the scenes for tomorrow” A monotonous tone laced his voice, for he knew he couldn’t spend the night the way he really wanted to, safely wrapped up with you.

“Oh… well let’s go through it together then hey? We will be done in no time; but if you want we can go over them again tomorrow morning.” It was a practical suggestion, a helpful action you could implement - even if you had a feeling Tom wouldn’t just agree. Since his lines clearly weren’t the only thing on his mind this evening.

“Yeh but everyone on set is already sick of me after today… I can’t be being shit as well as horrid” his voice was small as the memory of how he snapped at some of the extras had him cringing inwardly at himself. He shouldn’t have been that rude, shouldn’t have blurted it out, should of offered a solution rather than just critiquing.

“Hey would you kindly shut it? No one is sick of you, everyone is just ready for christmas and missing their families. Now get changed” Your soft tone turning into an imperative order, as you threw his pyjama bottoms at the him, smashing into his face before falling into his lap.

“Oi” he shouted, but followed instructions and stood up reaching round to pull his hoodie off. Stood shirtless, his side was exposed to the now changed you, the sight making you gasp and clamber over the bed to gently touch Tom’s back. You followed the outline of an impressive patch of bruising, stretching from the bottom edge of his shoulder blade all the way to his hip.

“Tom, what the hell happened?” Whispering in fear, Tom turned round to face you, seeing your eyes watering up as you kept glancing at his back. He was littered in a variety of purple, yellow and slightly green marks on the whole of his left flank. It looked like a minor crush injury, not something a pampered actor gets after a day of filming infront of tens of people including an onset medic and health and safety risk assessor.

“What?” Tom asked before turning to the mirror and looking back over his shoulder to see the bruises for himself. He hadn’t expected the ache to look that bad. “oh - I - er… Today the scene, I get smashed to the floor by someone and I kept doing it wrong so we had to do it lots I guess.” He looked away and down at your feet, not being able to meet his girlfriends eyes suddenly. You just nodded, trying to blink back the tears- he had truly been broken by this role both physically and now mentally- he hadn’t even put a stop to the constant and clearly severe pain.

“Put your stuff on” your voice was muted, as you waited for Tom to get prepared. He turned around again and then replaced his trousers and quickly pulled a top on to hide the marks, suddenly embarrassed. In the silence the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor, then of him sitting on the bed again- throwing his legs over so now he mirrored your position - the sounds were pretty defeaning.

“I love you so much….” Barely whispering, you suddenly ripped the duvet out from under you both holding it over you as you swung a leg over Tom so you straddled him, slightly leaning over him and letting the blanket rest on top of your back.In your position you looked down in an almost scary way to his warm brown eyes. Tom swore you were literally reading his thoughts, your intense gaze absolutely crumbling any walls he thought he’d be able to hold up. Pressing a gentle peck to his lips you then whispered onto his lips, letting him feel your words as well as hear them. “ …So that’s why we are going to sleep right now and you can worry about all of that tomorrow”

“Y/n I-“

“Your safe with me.” You were not standing for his nexuses and arguments, as you slid down his body - ending with your head resting on his chest, you legs tangled with his. Once you’re properly rested you’ll learn them ten times faster than what you can now… Before you get ill I am telling you to take a break. I’m not going to let you not. So relax and-….Tom?” Ending with a whisper, you delicately lifted your head off his slowly rising chest to see your broken boyfriend already asleep; lips parted as soft snores crept through the silence. In reality as soon as you’d said that he was safe the exhaustion had completely over taken him. Desperately needing to recharge his batteries, no matter how much he had wanted to stay up and work late it could never really happen - at this point physically impossible.

“Sleep well Tom” she smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek with a sad smile.

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The next day rolled around all too quickly, but the morning was much better than any of the past couple of months because you were together. Tom, having had a solid 7 hours of sleep compared to his normal 5, was for once ready for the day. He’d gone through the script with a certain someones help in record time, and now the three were just pulling up at the set.

“You’ve been awful quiet this car ride…” you grinned as she clasped Tom’s hand across the empty seat, making Harry turn around and give you a warning glance. Oops. In a moment where Tom went to the loo at breakfast, Harry had fully disclosed everything that had happened on set yesterday- especially the burst of anger. So naturally, Tom was feeling nervous and scared to face everyone.

“It will be fine I promise… and if not tell them I’m your personal body guard- no one will be rude to you if me and Harry are ready to attack” Tom let out a breathy nervous laugh, only then meeting your eyes.

“ A fly wouldn’t be threatened by you two. Harry would just take a photo while you’d check their pulse or something”

“Errrm” Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he contorted round from the front seat so Tom could see his disapproving look, meanwhile Tom was dodging your affectionate fake-slaps.

“Children we’re here” Sian sighed as she brought the car to a steady halt “and if you could get through the day without killing each other I’d appreciate it, otherwise I’m out of the job”

“Not promising anything when I’ve got these pair to deal with” Tom grinned as he opened the car door, before anyone else could retaliate.You laughed before quickly following suit, joining Tom at the front of the car and interlocking your fingers with Tom’s. Hesitating for a moment Harry took a second before unplugging and leaning for the door handle.

“You see what I mean?” Turning his head to look at Sian “It’s sickening how happy they are.”

“Yeh but your glad about it don’t lie” she grinned, before practically shooing the poor boy out her car.

“But dont tell them!” Shouting in reply, as the car was already pulling out.

Tom’s body seemed to tense more the closer you walked to the crew tent, you could feel the way he squeezed his shoulders back and his jaw tensed and untensed. There was little you could do apart from squeezing his hand that little bit tighter - further reiterating the fact you would always always be in his corner. Perhaps the most telling about Tom’s own character was how truly guilty he felt for the way he was with the crew. Normally, he was one of the most down to earth actors around - no trace of an ego or superiority complex. It didn’t matter if you were a cleaner or head of a multimillion dollar studio, Tom would pay both the same amount of respect. He always out that completely down to his upbringing and mum and dad, but even that was being humble. He was just a good person to the core, no one saw that more than you either. It’s part of love, you see the good and the bad parts of a person and promise to unashamedly love them all.

Just before you both had made it into the main tent, Tom was pulled away. “Oh Tom we wanted to talk to you about yesterday!” The familiar voice of Joe Russo called, as he and Anthony ran up to Tom from his left, giving a little nod of greeting to the actor, before falling in step with him.

“Morning, I-uh I wanted to apologise actually-“Tom was cut off while you hung back off to his right, not wanting to intrude on this conversation.

“No we should. The team were all being slow yesterday, and they were making some hard scenes harder on you. We really appreciate what you are putting yourself through for the sake of the film.”

“But still I acted like a brat and I’m sorry”

“Tom” Anthony spoke up for the first time. He was a man of limited words- but whenever he spoke everyone listened. “ You are one of the best, most-dedicated actors we’ve ever worked with. We’re all overtired, run down and ready for the holidays. You’re missing your family too. It’s already forgotten… So let’s just get on with the movie?” Tom smiled, pressing his lips together to stop their kindness overtaking his emotions. Tom always felt safe with the Russo’s. They’d dealt with him when he really just was a kid actor - overwhelmed and without a clue what was happening. They’d dealt with hiM adjusting to fame and the much bigger part Marvel seemed to want him to play in the future. They trusted him with this, most incredibly complex and also personal film for them. So when they spoke and they said it didn’t matter, Tom was much more likely to agree. Then proceeded the bro-hugs, as the men all showed they were good with each other.

“Well lets make a motherfucking movie!” Tom exclaimed once they broke the hug and the brothers laughed at him. “Oh where-d….” He muttered as he looked round before meeting your eyes, still standing rather awkwardly a couple of meters behind them. “ Joe, Anthony you remember Y/n?” Nodding and smiling the brothers beckoned you over; both greeting you with a warm handshake.

“Good to see you again!” You grinned and the directors responded nodding.

“We didn’t know you were coming! I would’ve made a list of all my doctor question for you.” Joe winked, knowing your pet-peeve was people asking you all their gory body questions as soon as they found out she was a doctor. You didn’t need to know about you dentists acid reflux issue, you didn’t need to know about your granny’s friend’s constipation, and you really really didn’t need to know about an old friends erectile dysfunction.

“Ha ha ha “ You rolled your eyes sarcastically “ and no it was a bit of a spontaneous trip, I just landed last night.” Throughout the whole of the exchange Anthony had taken an aloof stance, just observing you and Tom. Observing the bright smile Tom gave you, even when you were simply making small talk. The way he looked so much healthier, well rested and just happy, in the space of a single evening.

“I’m glad you’re here” Anthony basically interrupted the conversation, addressing you then immediately turning on his heel towards the set.

“Uhh right- get to make up we’ll call a cast meeting in a bit” Joe stammered, giving his brother a funny look before addressing Tom “ and we’ll have to have a proper catch up later.” You nodded in response, as Joe turned and did a half jog to catch up with his brother.

“That was weird!?” You frowned as you looked up at Tom. He explained the encounter in rather simplistic terms.

“That was Anthony.”

The morning was spent with Tom doing what he does best in front of the camera. They were shooting a larger scene for the army section of the movie, with at least 100 actual soldiers as extras, all geared up in full camo outfits. It was impressive, but also gave you a chance to meet Ciara - you’d been dying to meet her since Tom told you what a laugh she was. Fair to say you weren’t disappointed at all, you guys hitting it off instantly and you going as far as giving Ciara some embarrassing Tom stories that she could wind him up with in the future. Of course though, the main attraction was seeing Tom act first hand. Every time it astounded you, even though you knew that face so completely, in all his movies he fully had you believing he was someone else. It was mesmerising and you couldn’t be any prouder.

“You’re amazing! I seriously forgot how good you are!” You ran over as Joe Russo called cut to the end of the morning shoot.

“Well er thanks I guess” Tom furrowed his eyebrows as you wrapped him in a hug. He’d just canned a pretty hard scene and everyone was more than ready for a lunch break. You’s been watching from behind the cameras with Harry the whole time, after Tom gave you permission to sit in his special set chair.

“Seriously I’m very…. “ Her speech broken with an impressive yawn “….very proud of you.” In thanks Tom gave you a kiss first to your nose and then lips.

“I take it someones not adapting to jet lag?” He chuckled as he pulled away and cupped your face in his hands.

“Which I’m totally ashamed about considering I work night shifts… my body clocks supposed to be better than this” Angrily, you vented, frustrated at your own body when all you wanted to do was stays within reaching distance of Tom. Even if Tom had had the best sleep of this whole shoot last night, you’d been to over excited and enthralled just absorbing every little thing about him that you’d missed so much that you’d been wide awake the majority of the night. If you blamed you fatigue on jet lag alone, it would be an impressive lie.

“Go take a nap in my trailer… Harry can you take her?”

“Yes master” Harry bowed down and wobbled his head sarcastically, making you giggle.

“At least this way you get a break from him” You grinned to Tom’s brother, which Harry could only agree with. Giving Tom a parting kiss , you followed Harry away from set. It was at this point that Anthony excused himself from the monitors reviewing the footage, and approached Tom.

“Kid… that was great that scene.”

“Thanks mate, means a lot” Getting his directors approval forever reassured Tom, letting him relax his shoulders a bit as he nodded gratefully to Anthony.

“Well it’s just truth… so your girlfriend, Y/n right?”

“Yeh that’s her” Tom nodded, suddenly a little concerned as to where Anthony was going with this. You had met the Russo’s a number of times, and it never before seemed as though Anthony had an issue with you- at least to Tom’s knowledge.

“Right well um… you know how I don’t really get involved in all this stuff…” Tom nodded, folding his arms apprehensively. “But I just thought I should say that she’s really good for you.” Tom silently breathed a sigh of relief and waited for Anthony to get to the point. “Joe told me you had a rough patch at the beginning of the year so… I don’t know our industry is hard. And harder for you and her in the spotlight… Just seeing you with her today…Don’t be afraid to take the next steps with her…Don’t let her get away.” Tom was stunned to say the least. Anthony is the last person he had ever expected to get relationship advice from.

“I um yeh… I don’t know I hadn’t really thought about it. I mean we’ve been together for 2 and a bit years, well including the break… she means the world to me-“

“Well don’t waste it”

And that was the end of the conversation. Anthony turned to his trailer to get lunch and Tom just stood, replaying the conversation in his head. Weird to say the least.

But it did get the cogs turning. It did get Tom really seriously considering his future. Or rather considering your future together.

And that was for certain. It was you and him, always.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tomholland #Harry Holland #tom holland x y/n

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{Reverse!Beauty x the Beast AU} Wonwoo

*this post was commissioned | beast!reader and beauty(?)!wonwoo, with my own twist on the plot!! *tw: mentions of violence, mentions of blood

time ticks by slowly, every second of every day is filled with inexplicable loneliness and pain

how long have i been like this? who was i before i become,,,,,a monster?

the questions circle in your mind - as you circle the cold halls of a castle that once bore the bustling light and love of your family

of your kingdom

till a cursed, jealous women brought wraith upon your family, banished them into nothingness and left you

the you who once had bright eyes, pink lips that read poems to your younger siblings in the garden

left you - mangled and broken

all that has been left of this place - that has been left of your humanity is that garden that has overgrown with weeds since you were destroyed

ugly vines and spreading spores, taken the places of once lush bushes and tall stemmed flowers

the only smudge of a better time remaining are the roses

the red roses

you nurture with the hairy paws that crush everything else

i am doomed to this fate, but i will protect what still holds the memory of my past,,,,,,,,anyone who dare step foot in my garden,,,,,,,i shall rip oyu to shreds!

on the other side of the woods, lives jeon wonwoo

oblivious to your horrors - a quiet, bookish boy who works hard delivering newspapers to help support his traveling merchant father

and otherwise greedy older sisters

he’s clean cut, with curly dark hair and eye of an earthy, but sparkling brown

humble, wearing the same cap his father brought back from the main village for three years now

and never one to ask for a second meal at dinner time

he rides his bike, long legs peddling him fast among the cobble streets

throwing papers at the doorsteps

ears going red when older maidens open their windows to shout out compliments

respectfully declining offers of free fruit or flowers from love struck younger girls in the town square

he’s never been anything but kind, if not even a bit of a bleeding heart and his father couldn’t have asked for a better son

so when his father announces a trip to the main village again - wonwoo’s sisters squabble over who gets to give papa a long list of expensive gifts to bring back first

while wonwoo simply shrugs

“a red rose would be nice, to put something colorful on my window.”

his father smiles, hand on wonwoo’s shoulder

“i’ll be back in a weeks time - make sure your sisters don’t make,,,,,mistakes while im gone.”

wonwoo waves goodbye as his father pulls off in the familiar carriage

the sisters are already talking about how they’ll spend this allowance he’s left, but all that is on wonwoo’s mind is his paper route in the morning

he gets up, bright and early, sleepiness following him to the table where he yawns and watches out of the window as the sleepy little forest-edge town he lives in wakes with him

he buttons up his vest, puts on the matching cap and hops on his bike for the usual route

the summer breeze is pleasant against his skin and he hopes that the dark circles that always have a habit of forming under his eyes after sleeping go away quickly

the towns children always tease him for looking like a crow with them

“why why,,,,,now is that who i think it is!”

wonwoo hates to admit it, but the voice sparks a slight bit of panic whenever he hears it

it belongs to an old friend he’s known since they were both children, and while wonwoo had chosen to stay at home and help out his family

mingyu had chosen to join the local army

and had not only been made a hero - but had come back with the idea that he just had to recruit wonwoo

“good morning mingyu-”

the boy hops down from the windowsill he’d been lounging against

he’s still wearing the issued uniform, crisp white britches and a stiff looking royal blue coat

his hair is done up and out of his face and wonwoo can’t believe this clean cut guy

is the same person he used to run around in farm mud with when they were just young teenagers

“i see you’re still doing the paper route?”

mingyu flashes a bright white smile and plucks a rolled up newspaper from wonwoo’s basket

he unrolls it, reading a headline as wonwoo attempts to snatch it back

“wonwoo, ive told you this a million and one times - you can make much better money in the reserve!”

“i can’t leave my sisters and fathers behind to fight foolish battles on behalf of some king in some castle.”

mingyu chuckles

“always being political and smart wonwoo, but we both know what matters and that’s money - and money -”

mingyu drops the newspaper to the floor and fixes the pristine buttons on his cuffs

“money can buy even happiness!”

wonwoo resists the urge to roll his eyes, he’s told mingyu a million times that he’s not joining any army - especially when it’s much more about showing off than anything else

he picks up the newspaper and kicks back up his bike

“ill be late with my delivery’s, see you around mingyu”

mingyu huffs but before he can complain once more, wonwoo is off - throwing papers left and right until he can return back home

back in your castle, you watch the summer sun rise and fall

like a slow exhale, the light sinks into a backdrop of darkness and you walk through the halls

all the mirrors that once lined various rooms have been long since smashed

glass still on the tiles, a low groaning sound coming from the back of your throat when you think of the times you’ve been forced to come face to face with your own reflection

ugly, overgrown teeth - sharp and always stained. hair that tangles and is too thick to handle - hair all over my body. and these claws,,,,these hands once nimble and playing the piano for ballrooms full of dancing guests,,,,are now nothing but killing machines

you hate summer the most - the season when you should be able to spend the most time outside

tending to your garden, humming to the sweet tune of a favorite song

yet it has been so long since you’ve let anyone else gaze upon you

the risk running high every time you step out, the whispering woods could reveal a stranger

and they could see you - call you names - have you killed

that’s why you’ve learned to keep to yourself, inside your cold halls, the old furniture is what is left to keep you company

but this evening feels different, you’ve paced the window - glances thrown out into the garden

no one is going to touch my rose bush, but why do i feel as if -

and then you see him

a human

an older human, whose parked a peasant looking carriage outside the gates

he seems to be unaware of you, up at the window, watching

as he makes his way around the maze of plants

before stopping at the rose bush

at first - you stand still and hope that he won’t be so foolish as to try and pluck one off its leaves

but he does

and a fire inside you snaps

no one touches them!

you roar, jumping from the window and pouncing right onto the man

he’s shaking with terror as you lean your entire body weight forward

snarling

“what do you want”

you ask, your voice gruff and sharp

“i just - i was just admiring the roses -”

“LIAR!”

you raise your hand, extending one of your claws

but the human covers his face in fear

“no please, im sorry my son asked for me to bring back a rose and you’re the only one whose garden has any -”

you hesitate, because you can smell how scared he is

and you are a monster - but you’ve never wanted others to see you that way

then again,,,,,,you spot the petals of the flower he tore fall against the soil

you jump back, but wring your hand around his neck

if you let him off, he’ll tell others about you! he’ll make sure everyone comes in droves - he’ll tell them how you look! how disgusting you are! how weak you are!

the fire burns and spreads through your body, your hold tightens and the man begins to beg

“bring me your son, he will pay for your crime.”

you hiss the ultimatum, throwing the man to the ground with a hard thud

“if he does not come within three days - i will find you and him and the rest of your family myself.”

the threat in your voice is so venomous and cruel, you hardly recognize that it’s you

the man skids backwards, before turning and pulling himself up to run back to his carriage

you stand there, breathing heavy before dropping to the dirt beside the torn flower

you cradle it, but your claws cut through the fragile red petals

when wonwoo’s father returns - wonwoo can see the mark on his neck

it looks like something from a bear

but his sisters just push past each other to ogle the gods the father has returned with

wonwoo takes his papa to the side and asks quietly

“and my rose?”

“unfortunately,,,,,i could not retrieve it and even worse,,,,”

wonwoo’s father tells him, in a hushed voice, about his encounter with a beast in the forest

at first wonwoo doesn’t believe it - it must be a story of fairy tail

but the mark on his fathers neck and the trembling in his voice convinces him otherwise

“of course, im not going to send you into those woods. im going to tell the local soldiers and see if the army can hand-”

“i can take care of this myself.”

wonwoo takes off his cap and drops it into his fathers hands

“i will go and speak with this beast myself.”

wonwoo’s father pleas for him to reconsider, to sleep on it, to just think hard about such a dangerous decision

“you don’t know what i saw out there,,,,that thing is evil!”

“it said it would come for our family, papa - i will go and make sure that we are safe.”

wonwoo’s father goes to bed telling wonwoo over and over that he should do so as well

but once nightfall cloaks the town, wonwoo prepares a bundle of bread and ventures out into the dark woods

his father had mentioned that the abandoned garden had been somewhere off the carriages path

but after hours of wondering, it’s obvious that he’s lost

and the sound of nearby wolves chills wonwoo to the bone

he’s never been one to be afraid - he’s always been rather brave, if not complaint with any pain or fear that’s come in his life

but this is something new

this is something unknown

wonwoo circles what he thinks is the same camp of trees until finally taking a seat beside some of the giant roots

he opens his bundle, but before he can take a bite of his bread he hears it

a growl

there are only seconds before wonwoo looks up - his brown eyes meeting the flashing yellow irises of a wolf

it’s big, with messy fur and chewed up ears - it bares its teeth as soon as it makes eye contact

and wonwoo’s blood goes cold

if i die here, the beast will still go after my family!

he thinks, quickly trying to piece together a cause of action

he takes the bread he’s holding and tosses it to the side - a momentary distraction, but as soon as wonwoo gets up

he moves to run, but it’s too late the teeth are sharp, lodged into the meat of his leg

wonwoo has felt pain, but not like this

not a pain that leaves him tumbling onto the forest floor, grasping at the dirt for dear life

the image of his father, his sisters, the townspeople flash through his mind and his racing heart

when suddenly

the teeth are gone

the pain is pulsing, but it isn’t digging into him

and he is not being mauled again

instead he’s left laying, coldness creeping up - darkness filling the parts of his vision that obscure the figure that picks him up

you haven’t been this close to a human in what must be years

and this human is handsome, dark long eyelashes and perfect sun kissed skin

his curly hair is slightly matted with dirt, but you pick it out and smoothen it down

eyes lingering on the curve of his lips

he has a likeness that matches that of the old man who you’d caught in your garden

he really sent his only son? he didn’t lie to me? what did he say his name was,,,,wonwoo?

you study the face, and then the long lean body that belongs to it

but when the human begins to twitch, the bandaged leg you’ve treated jerking a slight bit

you rush out of the room at once

we must not let him see me! if he does, he will think i attacked him!

the heavy wooden door shuts behind you as you hurry back to the confines of the master bedroom

the sound is what startles wonwoo awake

when he sits up, he can feel the dull ache of his leg wound - but is surprised to see that it’s been cleaned and taken care of

the room he’s in is large - even in the dim light of a nearby candle he can tell that it’s grandiose

probably once gorgeous in its prime, the wallpaper now fades and the bed he’s laying on seems to have made friends with its layer of dust

for a moment he tries to assess where he might be

“could i be ,,,”

he begins, but the words die on his lips

there is no way that he is in the beasts castle,,,,that would have meant that the beast has rescued him from the wolves attack

and a beast that had hurt his father - could not be such a kind animal

but then, wonwoo thinks, where could he be?

the walls don’t answer any of his question, not when he calls out and his voice echoes through the lonely castle

only when glancing over the foyer does he notice another small candlight from below

wonwoo adjusts his shirt, noticing that he’s left the vest he usually wears back in the room - the person who had carried him back must have taken it off when they’d fixed up his leg

he tries to press his hair a bit, and clear his throat

“im awfully sorry to intrude - are you the owner of this -”

he says as he descends the stairs toward the light

but,,,,,,,,there is no one in the room

only a long table - one cloth mat set up right at the end with a warm helping of soup

and various smaller side dishes with a paired old wine

wonwoo stares, the surprise doesn’t beat out his hunger nor his caution

and he takes a seat

he picks up one of the knives, but places it down

even though this space is also empty, and no one has come out to greet him - he think it’d be rude to not say a thank you

so he calls one out before he starts his meal, and you - floors above him in the isolation of your room

can hear the warmth of his voice

this human,,,,,wonwoo seems to be less vicious than the ones who’ve crossed this path before. perhaps i will let him spend the night and just allow him to go.

wonwoo does just that, he wanders a bit and you listen as he touches paintings and peeks into other closed doors

he doesn’t come close to your room though, even if he did he wouldn’t be able to budge it open

but before he returns to the room you’d set up for him

he exits out into the garden

he’s limping a bit from the injury - and you watch intently as he winds through the same maze his father did

before coming to a stop before your prized roses

he touches them, but doesn’t dare take one from the bush

instead he seems to just admire them

“beautiful,,,,”

he breathes, and then turns his head up to window of the castle

you dodge backwards, frightened that he’s seen you

but there is no scream of terror or no acclimation of horror

so you assume you’re safe

and when wonwoo returns to go to bed again, you leave your chambers

down the hall and out into the garden - you touch the rose he touched and his warmth still lingers

how it would feel to be called beautiful again,,,,,how it would feel to be loved by a human again,,,,

wonwoo decides in the morning that he should go back to trying to find the beasts home

whoever the kind stranger was that fixed him up and helped me have a bed for the night has still not shown themselves

and wonwoo is surprised that in the morning there are fresh berries in bowls laid out at the table

he calls out another thank you, but this time

there is a reply

“you’re very welcome”

the voice is rugged, pained, and sounds like a mixture of words and groaned noises

it makes wonwoo pause

no human has a voice like that, this house does belong to the beast!

the realization causes him to freeze

but this beast - took care of me. feed me and cleaned my wounds,,,,,

wonwoo hesitates but calls out into the emptiness one more time

“can you come out so i can thank you properly?”

there is a spark of panic, and you roar back a defiant “NO”

you think it’ll scare this person away, but he doesn’t seem to faint of heart

“please, i would think it very rude if i did not see a host that treated me so well.”

you twitch, looking down into the palms of your hand - the claws that had wringed this own boys father’s neck

the horrid mess of hair and teeth and just anger which has settled within you

how could you show yourself like this?

but the voice was pure, deep and ringing with truth

somehow it pulled you out of the shadows of your castle and into the open light of the dining room

at first, wonwoo doesn’t move his eyes from yours

which have become unnaturally lined with red, pupils slitted like that of a cats

he then lets his gaze travel over all of you

take in the rags you’re wearing - once a beautiful outfit you’d been gifted by your mother

the necklace you wear almost blackened by the same cursed magic that made you like this

wonwoo does not speak for a moment and you are ready to retreat back - not put him through anymore

when suddenly he walks forward

the closer and closer he gets the more anxious you are

your animalistic instinct tells you to get ready to attack, but wonwoo’s hand on yours is gentle

“thank you for saving me from that wolf.”

he smiles and a feeling of warmth spreads up through you which has been a stranger to you for years

“and im here to take the punishment on behalf of my father who stole from you.”

you pull back your arm, touching the spot where he’d brushed your skin as if it had just been burned

“no, ,,,, just go”

you groan out, but wonwoo doesn’t budge

“im sorry that my father tried to take one of your beautiful roses, and if you’d like i can stay here and tend to the garden as punishment. would that suffice?”

the words confuse you, his calmness and lack of disgust make the room spin

and this is the first time you’ve let daylight cast down on you for so long

so you put up a hand

“if you wish to do so,,,,,,you are free to stay and repay the debt,,,once a new rose blossoms - you may go!”

wonwoo’s smile returns and something inside you that’s still human stirs

“thank you, it seems we have a deal then.”

wonwoo commits one hundred percent to the agreement of tending to the garden

for the first few days you are sure he’s going to run away, afterall the gates are open

nothing is binding him to stay

but he keeps his word, watering and digging and doing all of the work that you usually do in the dead of night

under the bright sunlight, small streaks of dirt on his cheek

as you watch from the window of your room

he catches you one afternoon, and instead of retreating into the shadows - you watch him wave

and call up

“please have dinner with me tonight?”

and you just can’t understand - why is he so kind to me? does he not see me as the vile thing i am?

dinner is awkward, at least for you - whose used to tearing into meats like a rabid dog, no use for utensils when your fangs could rip off flesh

and instead of being disgusted

wonwoo tries to copy you, but ends up with sauce over his button up instead

you laugh

or let out some sort of jolly sound, which is so loud is sends the old chandelier above you two swinging

but wonwoo only stares up in wonder before grinning too

“how impressive!”

you look down, shy of your display but wonwoo really means it

soon enough, you’re not shy of it anymore

you are open enough to allow wonwoo to see you in the daylight - you even join him for gardening

and before you know it,,,time has passed,,,,,autumn creeps up

and a bud of a rose appears on the bush

you two admire it

and wonwoo suddenly says, “how is it that these roses are so much bigger than any others ive seen before?”

you cast your eyes down, and feel the pain of old memories rush in

wonwoo seems to catch onto the tension and gives a small apology

but you reach out - stopping yourself before one of your claws can tear through the delicate little leaves

“my mother planted them,,,,,she said the magic of her love for me and my father would make them the most beautiful in the land ,,,,”

your voice drops

“but not even her own magic could save her from her downfall,,,,,or save me from this curse”

wonwoo touches your wrist again, this time you don’t jerk from his hand

but let the comfort of another person’s sympathy wash over you like a gentle wave

“is there anyway to break this curse?”

you sadly shake your head

“i would need the tears of someone who loves me to break it. but everyone that loves me,,,,,,is dead.”

there isn’t much one can say to that, so you do not feel hurt by the silence that follows - instead you focus on the bud that is growing

“soon it will bloom - and you can see your loved ones again.”

wonwoo gives a small nod

“i miss them, but i will miss you too beast”

the sentiment pings through your hearts cold walls, melting them down and causing the human parts of you to buzz

you don’t want to take this all so seriously, but that means more than you could ever imagine

and when the day comes, that you awaken and peer out of your window to see the rose has blossomed

it hurts more than it should

it’s when you hear a banging on the gate that you realize,,,,,,,something is wrong

you rush down, wonwoo following in step behind you

when suddenly you see a group of people and they’re holding - torches

“LET US IN YOU UGLY BEAST!”

“GIVE ME BACK MY SON YOU MONSTER!”

“WONWOO! ARE YOU ALIVE?”

your eyes widden, the colors turning a dark and malicious red

you look to wonwoo, your back hunching in pain

“you - you called a mob on me!?!?”

he looks back at you, just as terrified

“no, no i would never - i think my father told some of the townspeople i hadn’t come back -”

the sound of the gate breaking stops you both

charging toward you, like a thunderous stamped of bulls are angry looking humans of all shapes and sizes

you can see the father of wonwoo at the helm with another tall person, he looks like a soldier that you’d remembered seeing back when you were young

the group runs past you - you hear the only home you’ve ever known being destroyed and pulled apart

and the soldier looking one takes out a long, clean silver sword and holds it out to you

“mingyu don’t-”

wonwoo’s voice fades in

but you ignore it, dropping down low on all fours and letting your fangs jut out

the soldier, mingyu, watches you with horror

“how disgusting!”

he yells and you two charge at one and other

you doge a sword slash and let one large claw slash at the front of his uniform - digging in deep to draw blood

you pull back, running a hand across your mouth - looking at the blood on your claws

“no mingyu leave them alone -”

wonwoo pleads, but when he tries to bolt after you - his father holds him back

“wonwoo, we must kill this beast or it will continue to terrorize us!”

“they are not just a beast! they are a kind person who saved me -”

mingyu groans, but gets up, landing another sword slash that catches you on the shoulder

you tetter backwards, gripping your wound

“wonwoo! have you absolutely lost it! this thing tried to kill your father - and you’re defending it?!”

you can hear the destruction going on in your home, heirlooms being broken - paintings being torn

but you see red - you see this soldier, with his bloody uniform and his big sword

and you see wonwoo - who had been so kind,,,,,so sweet,,,,,,,,,,betraying you to these people

you lunge again and wonwoo screams

his voice louder than you’ve ever heard - but the sword pierces through you

and you find yourself pinned down in a matter of moments, a metallic iron taste in your mouth

a darkness gnawing at the sides of your vision

“get off of them!”

you hear and suddenly the weight of mingyu’s knee is not in your chest anymore

instead you see a blurry image

wonwoo, his handsome face twisted into fear

are you scared of me? or are you scared of me?

you think, blinking between light and dark

do you see me as just a monstrous beast? or do you see me as the person i am inside?

wonwoo’s touch on your face doesn’t feel warm enough to stop the impending coldness of depth

do you know that beasts like me can fall in love too?

suddenly the world is still and wonwoo is gone

there is just pain and black

and then

wetness

wetness on your face, salty and small

tears - who is crying,,,,are the angels crying to have seen such an ugly thing?

fluttering, it’s a fulttering feeling

but then it almost stings - like a wound being sown up

you try to pick up your hand, but it isn’t your hand - it’s a human hand

no claws

no blood

you look at it and then back at the person whose crying over you

it is an angel - an angel that looks like

“w-wonwoo?”

he pushes back another sob, before whispering “b-beast?”

“no, im -”

you say your name, out loud for the first time in years

the hair that falls over your shoulders is not the same mangy mess

your clothing isn’t tattered

there isn’t a sword sticking out of your gut

you’ve been transformed

wonwoo pulls you up, into the embrace of his arms

the crowd around you shares a collective gasp

and you hear mingyu’s sword clatter to the floor

“the beast - the beast was a human!?”

“we just ruined this poor persons home for nothing?!”

the sounds, the people, the smell of a fire all hit you at a million miles

but nothing hits you more than the scent of wonwoo, the feeling of his cheek on your cheek

and when you pull back you lean in to kiss the remaining tears on his face

there are apologizes, questions, and much more being thrown around

wonwoo’s own father falls down on his knees beside you and asks if you’re hurt - that he didn’t know who you really were

mingyu quickly shrugs off his uniform coat and offers it to you

but none of that matters

as wonwoo looks at you - the redness around your eyes disappearing slowly

the golden shimmer returning to your necklace, the human glow on your skin

and through the strands of hair - suddenly, blooms a vivid red rose

“your curse,,,it’s broken”

he whispers

“because of your tears - because of the tears of someone who loves me”

wonwoo leans in, lips against yours - and the mob that had yelled angrily at you breaks out into applause

the life and beauty returning to the ruined castle, the unkempt gardens, and everywhere

on every bush

bloom those red roses

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Dark Lane Demo Tapes HD Review

Cover Art To “Dark Lane Demo Tapes”

“I’m losing enough sleep

dealing with envy and the news that they send for me

got the block in a frenzy”

–Deep Pockets

Drake starts off Dark Lane Demo Tapes doing what he does best, effortlessly floating on the intro “Deep Pockets“, another collaboration accompanied by producer Noah “40” Shebib. Self-reflecting and reminiscing on adolescent aspirations before the transition of becoming one of the greatest artists of all time.

Drake breaking the record for Most Wins in one night at the 2017 Billboard Music Awards

Drake has been navigating through uncharted territory flawlessly. Proving this point yet again with his release of “Toosie Slide”. Drake’s 3rd single to debut at #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 Chart making him the first male in history to achieve this milestone.

“500 mill and I’ll fall back in the six,

finally give you n**** the space you need to exist”

-When To Say When

*Talk To em Drizzy*

Drake follows up with two pre-released tracks, “When To Say When” & “Chicago Freestyle”. Jam packed with bars, a sample from “Song Cry” by Jay-Z (one of my all time favorite Hov songs) on “When To Say When”, and a nostalgic Eminem cadence reference on “Chicago Freestyle”.

You really love to see Drizzy remind everyone on “When To Say When” that his pen still outmatches all who oppose. Re-asserting his dominance as if it was ever in question. Subtle reminders like the bars above are what keep Drake and his competition completely separated.

“Two-thirty, baby, won’t you meet me by The Bean?

Too early, maybe later you can show me things

You know what it is whenever I visit

Windy city, she blowin’ me kisses, no

Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight

Will I see you at the show tonight?”

-Chicago Freestyle

Giveon, a California native sings of the windy city as Drake gets ready to paint a picture of a night through his perception. From scrolling through his contacts of women’s names that are seemingly categorized by area code, to eventually just letting his boi Chubbs pick a girl out for him as if picking up women is as easy as shopping! Drake brilliantly segways into a memory that you forgot you had by referencing a cadence used in Eminem’s “Superman” released in 2002.

Eminem and Drake. Picture: Instagram

Don’t be fooled by the feature credit of Chris Brown….we didn’t get another “No Guidance” summer anthem….

Just a few background vocals from the R&B legend were enough to get his name on the project tracklist. Meanwhile Burna Boy is still waiting for his credits since More Life but that’s a conversation for another day. “Not You Too” Featuring Chris Brown is the first song on the project that I really don’t care for. It’s disappointing when you see a Drake and Chris Brown collaboration and it doesn’t slap..

What A Time To Be Alive is in my Top 3 favorite duo albums of all time. Whenever I see a Drake and Future collab I automatically get excited. Previously leaked, “Desires” is everything you want in a slower more laid back vibe from these two. The hook is addicting. Future’s verse is versatile with flows. His energy matches perfectly and his lyrics have SUBSTANCE. Listen to it carefully.

Photo From Future Featuring Drake “Life Is Good”

Drake has this ability to be able to sing 90% of the song, take the other 10%, completely spazz, and musically still have it make sense. These are the moments in songs like “Desires” and “Redemption” that turn slow R&B type vibe songs into a completely different entity within itself. Now all of a sudden you’re turning up and talking your sh*t instead of staring at the ceiling crying yourself to sleep.

When I hear “Time Flies” I automatically think of Tik Tok. I don’t know why but if it blows up on Tik Tok you heard it here first! Honestly for me this, is another skip it and forget it type of song, I really hope it doesn’t go viral.

The first forty-five seconds is the only part of the song that kept my attention. Otherwise the rest is forgettable or just too similar to music that he’s already done thus not really elevating his ability here. During a full listen to the song I’m 100% paying attention during the first forty-five seconds. After that my attention doesn’t come back until he starts saying “Im Sorry”.

Don’t worry Drizzy I forgive you.

“If he talkin’ out his head, then it’s off with it, yeah

Boardin’ Air Drake, then we takin’ off in it, yeah”

-Landed

Luckily, “Time Flies” is followed by a HEATER. Three hooks and three verses of aggressive, yet relaxed, reckless bars knowing there isn’t a consequence for you when you’re at the top. “Landed” is a slick talk, mean face, making breakfast with the speaker on 10 with the neighbors calling the cops while you’re trying to get hype for the day joint.

I wanna stop writing this review, get in my car, windows down, put this song on max volume and mean mug old people walking their dog in the suburbs for the rest of the day.

At first listen I was super excited about “D4L”. The production from Southside is out of this world. I do feel like it’s lacking a certain element. It’s easy to fall in love with a song featuring Drake, Future, and Young Thug, with this type of production. To me it just doesn’t sound organic. It sounds like it was thrown together rather than collectively created.

Honestly, I wish Drake and Future left Young Thug out of it, sat down together and created a dope record. Kind of wasted a great instrumental.

To be blunt, I’m just not impressed with “Pain 1993”. It could be the fact that I’m not the biggest Playboi Carti fan, or it could be just because the song’s just not that interesting. I’ve replayed “Pain 1993” numerous times searching for something with depth or meaning because that, accompanied with creative cadences and complex bars, is the reason why I love Drake’s music. This didn’t do it for me.

The intro to “Losses” is amazing. The song starts with a clip of Drake’s father Dennis Graham previewing a song Dennis had been working on recently. It ends with Dennis saying something like, “This songs about family, if anyone feel anyway about it I don’t give a f***”, classic.

It’s funny how you can listen to any Drake project and stumble upon a song that you personally aren’t really feeling. The next song is the exact song you’re looking for. Self-reflection is my favorite type of Drake song because the untouchable becomes relatable and humbled.

The second verse of “Losses” touches on Drake’s motivation on why he does what he does, “I do it for the Grahams not the Gram”. Then goes into depth about his sacrifices and choices that he’s made over the years and defends his reasoning behind them.

“I did it by being myself with no dramatic acting

I couldn’t sit around and wait, I had to have it happen

Lost you to the game, I gotta face that

Really think I lost you like a ways back”

-Losses

Drakes starts off “From Florida With Love” paying homage to the late Static Major who was well known for his appearance on Lil Wayne’s “Lollipop”. Otherwise the song is a dope story about Wayne showing Drake “Lollipop” back in 2008 on a tour bus with Kobe Bryant. (RIP) Then the story continues with Drake getting robbed for his chain and how that lesson stuck with him for life. Further justifying his reasoning for his mentality and how he handles certain situations.

“From that day I never touched the road without a (Plugg)

Ayy, from that day I never saw the point in talkin’ tough (Nah)

Hasn’t happened since, I guess you n***** know what’s up (Yup)

Yeah, haven’t seen the 6ix in like a month (6ix)

F*** that, I’m back, baby, where the love? (Love)”

– From Florida With Love

“VIRAL. MOVIE.”

Love to see Drake on some, what I define as, “murder music”. Type of music that just makes you wanna fight anybody, anytime… Drake absolutely BODIES the first verse but it’s a mere alley oop to Fivio Foriegn.

Fivio Foriegn sounds like he’s right at home on this one. His delivery is in your face, lyrics are gritty, his aggression is on another level. My only take back is Sosa Geek’s verse just feels, unnecessary. Or maybe I just really wish Pop Smoke was alive to clean this one up RIP.

The final song on the project “War” was released around Christmas time 2019. The best part of this being the outro to the project is only that we can stream this song now. Despite being released months in advance it only became available on streaming services with this release.

War is a song that is being recognized as “UK Drill” which, obviously, was created in the United Kingdom. This is just another example of how Drake can travel in and out of different genres and subgenres immaculately.

Conclusion

Overall the project is supposed to be perceived as a “mixtape” rather than an “album”. Drake is set to release a brand new studio album later this year. As a whole I enjoy the project, I’m trying to shy away from relating it to other albums because it technically isn’t an album. Dark Lane Demo Tape isn’t game changing, but it will hold the world over until the real album drops.

What was your favorite song on “Dark Lane Demo Tape”?

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