#tom hardy really just. is a different fucking person

[lesbicosmos]

rewatching s1 of broadchurch even tho im halfway through my first watch of s3 because i have an obsession with rewatching things and DAMN there are way more hints at who ended up being the killer than i originally thought, and a bunch of moments that are really ironic in hindsight

spoilers under the cut (yes it came out like 10 years ago but im still putting a spoiler warning)

ep1 - joe and ellie talk in the kitchen after hardy makes the statement to the media

joe: do you know what happened? i mean should we be worried for other kids?

on first watch, his tone of voice and body language here just seem like confused and worried parent, but on second, there's definitely a hint of panic in his voice

ep2 - joe, tom and fred in the cafe

joe: this is a terrible, unspeakable thing thats happened. but nothing like it will ever happen again here

tom: you cant know that though can you? you cant be sure

then after this joe's facial expression looks SO guilty like he can't think how to respond

ep3 - hardy questioning tom with joe in the room

hardy: can you think of anyone who would want to hurt danny?

THEN THE CAMERA IMMEDIATELY CUTS TO JOE. ik near the end joe swears he never wanted to hurt him but this is still a rly clever piece of editing, i love when shows do this. also the fact that in every scene where he's questioning tom, joe's in the room and occasionally talks but he's never in the frame of the camera hardys using to record it. he was literally right under their noses the entire time and they never suspected because they were focused on other people too much

ep4 hardy goes to the millers" for dinner

this scene hits so much different on second viewing holy shit. at one point they're talking about marriage and work and how hardy's divorce was partially work-related and:

hardy: this job, it does it to you

ellie: well, not to us

ellie actually makes me sob she loves her life so much then it all just comes crashing down on her

joe: do you think you're gonna solve this case?

hardy: certain.

joe: good :)

joe's reply itself here makes sense but there's a few seconds before he says it where his face is just blank and mildly panicked. he's genuinely worrying about being caught at this point.

now this one isn't a direct hint or anything but just if you think about the dialogue in a different context...yeah it fits

hardy: you bloody liar

joe: ive said nothing

hardy: and yet-

joe said nothing to the police or ellie and yet was lying the WHOLE time.

ep5 - brian asks ellie out

ellie: sorry, im married

brian: and thats an issue is it?

ellie: happily married, brian

brian: oh. okay, fair enough. only lots of people aren't though, are they?

ellie: i am.

THE IRONY OH ELLIE LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG PLEASE

ep6 - jack's wake

ellie spends the whole scene looking around to see if anyone looks worried, at one point she looks into a room (seemingly at nige but joe is stood nearby having a different conversation) and she makes eye contact with joe RIGHT as the camera cuts away

ep 6 - joe takes tom to the skate park and ellie arrives

ellie: i was just looking round that bar at the wake thinking "its someone here, why cant i see it?" the longer this goes on, im starting to suspect everyone

joe: when you say everyone...

ellie: well, nearly everyone

this is probably the most obvious hint that i can't believe i didn't catch on to. of COURSE they're gonna make a point for the killer to be the ONE person ellie LITERALLY SAYS she isn't suspicious of.

ep7 - ellie lets susan leave the police station

ellie (about susan's past with her husband and daughters): in your own house, how could you not know?

just ow. the irony of it all. fucking ow.

#in conclusion ellie miller needs a hug and im more than willing to give her one #this is why i love rewatching things almost immediately after i watch them for the first time #you notice all the subtleties you didn't notice the first time and it lets you rly appreciate the cleverness of the writing and acting #broadchurch #broadchurch s1 #ellie miller #joe miller #alec hardy #olivia colman #david tennant #i love rambling about decade-old tv shows as though they've only just come out <333

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Chortle headlines roundup, anyone?

Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope. We're not doing this. Jeremy Hardy went in his late 50s, Paul Sinha's health is deteriorating, if we lose Mark Steel before his time then they'll have to just cancel Radio 4. Not doing that. Fuck that shit. He's only 63, that's younger than my parents. Absolutely not.

...The article does say the condition is treatable and he'll likely be okay after a while, so that's good. It also has some on-brand quotes from him that muse on mortality. Good man. We are not losing that one yet.

(Obviously... not to make a serious issue all about me and other lovers of Radio 4 or anything... I wish a speedy recovery and the best for him and his family and all that.)

I wasn't sure I was going to watch season 3 of this - not that seasons 1 or 2 were bad, but season 2 didn't keep my attention all that well (except when Joe Wilkinson and Jessica Hynes were on), I figured I get the idea and don't really need to see a lot more. But actually, that's quite a good lineup. Roisin Conaty is always funny. Add in Alan Davies, Guz Khan, and Chris McCausland - and yeah, I'll probably give Knockoff Taskmaster a watch again.

You know, I wondered about then when I watched the French and Saunders show. The constant fat jokes about Dawn French seemed okay because she was one of the writers, she was choosing to say it about herself, that makes it okay the same way it is when Jo Brand does it. But still, there really were a lot of them. And obviously comedians are pressured to make any feature about themselves into a USP, so just because she agreed to do the jokes doesn't mean she always wanted to. That show was funny, it's a pity to see this.

(Obligatory note that the headline, like most headlines, is a bit sensationalized, these Chortle headline round-ups are meant to be partly a joke about how the headlines don't really tell you anything and just throw a bunch of disparate facts in your face all at once, and you should really read the articles if you want to know stuff. But the information in the headline is basically accurate.)

The Aussies are coming! The Aussies are coming! With their excessive Rs after vowels and their mildly racist names for coolers!

(I briefly misread the Sam Campbell article's description as calling him a "Taskmaster winner", and had a split second of believing Chortle had somehow made a colossal blunder and accidentally posted a huge spoiler that made me very pleased.)

If they make that, I'll probably watch it. I might watch some of the Irish one because Aisling Bea and Catherine Bohart, even though the worst fucking person in the world is also on it.

I did watch the first two episodes of the Canadian one. Have I admitted that on here yet? It wasn't my finest hour - and it was just one hour, two episodes - when I watched reality TV on Amazon Prime. But Mae Martin was in it. Mae Martin was in it looking focused and intense as they tried not to laugh and for personal reasons I just had to see that. Then (spoiler alert, I guess) they were out after two episodes, so I didn't watch any further.

I have to admit I rather enjoyed it, though. The rest of the cast was also funny. It had Jon Lajoie, guy who made a bunch of funny videos when I was in high school that my friends and I used to quote all the time, then didn't make anything for like 12 years, then came back in 2020 with this absolute earworm that hit the perfect note of what we needed in early pandemic days:

Anyway, he was on the Canadian LOL show, and he was pretty entertaining. Also Colin Mochrie from Who's Line, which I used to watch as a kid. Tom Green, quite a good stand-up comedian who went to my high school (not at the same time or anything, he's much older than me, he's just the only famous person who ever went to my high school). K Trevor Wilson, aka Squirrly Dan from Letterkenny. Andrew Phung from Kim's Convenience. It was fun seeing the mishmash of Canadian comedy people from all these different things in one room. I guess would be less of a novelty in the UK, since we don't have panel shows here.

And I've got to admit, when I forced the judgmental "there is no logical reason why this is a higher form of entertainment than any other shit reality TV" part of my brain to turn off, I found the format pretty funny. I'd watch Irish people do that. I'd watch British people do it. I mean, I didn't love it enough to finish the show after Mae was gone. But I might go back to it at some point.

Still doing that, are we? Going with the cheeky term "peeing Tom" for men who spy on naked women without their consent? I don't object to Hugh Dennis playing the role obviously, they're not going to portray that as a guy we're supposed to like. Just not sure I love Chortle's word choice.

That's good. Put your minds at ease, people who are worried that Jim Davidson isn't mentoring aspiring comedians. Everything's okay.

I was about to say "Steve, what the fuck would you consider a 5-star show then?", but then I remembered that to be fair to Steve Bennett, the quality of this show does vary wildly depending what night you see it and who's in the audience. Don't turn up to this and derail it with heckles, everyone, even though you're allowed. The show in its proper form is brilliant.

I tried to ignore this one, I really did. But I'm sorry, that's too funny a headline not to include here. Sorry, Johnny. Bad luck.

#Youtube

[soodoonimin]

Name: Alex

Pronouns: They/them

Pfp by: retronimya on Twitter!! 🥺 she drew it as fan art of my current Johnshi fic!!!

I’ve been on Tumblr longer than anyone should be proud to admit. This is unfortunately my “second” blog bc my other one got lost when I bought a new phone and had to change my number (this happened like six years ago) and I've never been able to access it since but maybe that's for the best lol

As for my fandom stuff: 

I was never really in the fandom space growing up because my best friend at the time showed me what Tumblr was BUT not how to use it. Thankfully I figured it out xD So I watched Venom 2018 and Let there be Carnage both in 2021 and that was the beginning of not only my OBSESSION with Symbrock but also my undying crush on Tom Hardy.

I got into South Park after my brother moved in with me; now he betas all my fics (for better or worse lmao)

I’ve been watching RVB since I was 12 and it was only as of a year or so ago that I learned it had an extensive fandom that I missed 🙃🥲

And more recently my brother has also dragged me into the Mortal Kombat fandom! But I'm pretty happy to be here 🥰

I like sharing my music tastes with people so here are some playlists I made (more will probably be added):

My Eddie and Venom Chaotic Love playlist on Spotify

Symas playlist (working)

I wrote my first fanfic during the initial lock down. My works are here on Ao3:

Dedicated seires:

You and me won’t be alone no more

Eddie/ Venom Soulmate fics (no continuity) , some smut, lots of fluff and of course a big ol heap of ANGST

If I ever were to lose you, I’d surly lose myself

What would happen if Venom and Eddie were in the MUC after the Thanos snap? These fics seek to answer this question and satisfy my need for heartbreak.

Don’t mention it…

An RvB series I wrote basically starting from Season 1 and working to about Season 13. Multiple POVs and most of it is in 2nd person POV. TBH I love this series even though it’s messy as fuck.

Current work:

Silk between my fingers (no hiatus until I recover from my top surgery)

As mentioned my dumb brother got me into Mortal Kombat, despite my best efforts. So I’m writing a fic about one of the ships like. Tomas Vrbada/Syzoth.

They’re both dealing with loss of a family but in different ways and maybe, just maybe they’re letting their baggage get in the way of their feeling for eachother.

Stubborn hearted, blue (on hiatus until I recover from my top surgery)

Johnshi soulmate fic. As the title suggests, one of them (Kenshi) is a bit stubborn about it but at the end of the day, can you blame him?

I have Johnshi brain rot and this is my outlet for it! If you read I hope you enjoy reading it as much I’ve enjoyed writing it! ♥️

My most popular fics:

The world is dead except for the moans of the dead

Soulmate AU, Zombie AU, lil bit of smut lol

Your home is our home

MCU universe, No way Home, Fix it, fluff, and angst.

Tasted Oblivion before you knew your name

Cute short soulmate AU (idk if I also mentioned how much I love soulmate AUs), little bit of angst but also not? Title comes from the poem book Field Guide to the Haunted Forest by Jarod K. Anderson

#symbrock #fanfiction #venom #eddie brock #veddie #venom symbiote #marvel #venom comics #archive of our own #ao3 #my fanfiction #mortal kombat #symas #johnshi

[diesoonandsuffer]

my thoughts on star trek: nemesis

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

:(

i knew data was going to die but i still wasn't happy about seeing it. it's funny i was thinking to myself "how can they kill him in a permanent way? he'll probably have to explode" and. well he surely did.

let's put that to the side for the moment. in terms of the movie itself, it definitely had high stakes, it didn't feel like an episode of tng the way the 1st and 3rd movies did. obviously destroying all of earth vs one colony of people are higher stakes but i also mean in terms of the pacing, the music, the mood, etc. i found tom hardy.......sort of interesting? i had to adjust to both his voice and looks since i've never seen him look like a bald twink and speak with anything other than a gruff voice so that took a lot of adjusting lol. but his character would interest me at times and bore me at others. i liked his line "you won't live to see the echo defeat the voice" and at the end when he purposefully pulled the sword or whatever further through his body so he could look picard in the eye as he died. but then he would do boring villain stuff or sexually assault troi and i would be like ok what are we doing here.

also really? fucking sexually assaulting troi AGAIN?! tng writers get a job stay away from her. literally any time a non-cast member man is near her i feel fear. and i know they tried to do the whole her taking back her power thing with the mind connection to the viceroy but girl it is not the serve you thought it was. however i can't deny i loved seeing her in the classic trek/noir "light over the eyes" i'm shocked they haven't done it for her sooner since she has the black betazoid eyes. but anyway that shit pissed me off.

other than that troi scene pretty much anyone who isn't picard or data is irrelevant to this movie. you could replace worf with a regular security agent and almost nothing would change, beverly could just be any doctor and riker is mostly relevant to the few scenes with troi, which as we've discussed i don't like. i did enjoy seeing their wedding at the beginning and i liked picard's speech, but seeing them get married reminded me of how quickly they got back together in insurrection and then i got mad again lol. society if i had the time to rewrite their plot in insurrection for a fic. but that's besides the point.

i can't really think of anything else to talk about other than data's death. like i mentioned i knew he was going to die in this but i didn't know how or why, however early on in the film it was easy to figure out that he was going to sacrifice himself. it's a little odd that the movie was like here have his stupider younger brother as a glimmer of hope or something even though data himself is like yeah that guy isn't me even if he has my memories. so what was the point of that?

i think the part of data's death that made me the saddest was when riker comes back to the bridge and troi runs over and embraces him. you see geordi look at them with this smile but it's full of sadness, and then his face falls and he looks back at the explosion debris. why did they linger on that. i could literally feel geordi thinking that the person he wanted to be with forever just got fucking exploded. it was so clearly that emotion and i don't know what they were trying to convey otherwise but they failed. literally they should have filmed geordi kissing the android just once like they deserved it!

also side note so funny how they finally completely gave up on the emotion chip. no mention of it and data makes a comment on having no emotions. they could have said oh he left it behind so b-4 can have it but they didn't even do that. goes to show how stupid of an idea it was.

[edit: oh my god who is going to take care of spot. i just thought of that and got so sad. i guess b-4 could and spot might not be able to tell the difference but that android is not equipped to take care of an animal i don't think. WHO TAKES CARE OF SPOT. if this is ever answered please let me know.]

but that's that i suppose! overall i think i like the tos movies more than the tng ones, at least the first four compared to these four. the tng movies are definitely better than the last two tos movies. they might be better movies overall just from a technical standpoint but i think the tos movies are more rewatchable. i think the only tng movie i would rewatch is first contact, and even then i have no active desire to at the moment. however not every trek movie can be the search for spock so i have to be realistic. it is crazy to think there are no trek movies left for me to watch since i've seen the aos movies already. i liked having them for me at the end of the show, so it'll be sad whenever i finish ds9 and there will be no movies for me to watch. they added a gravitas to their original shows that made everything feel fuller and dynamic, and elevated it beyond what the tv format ever could. i think the first tng movie is the best example of this, i loved seeing the tng set through a movie. but, that's that!

#tng lb #tng #nemesis #sam's thots

[capfalcon]

i have never seen an actor transform themselves the way tom hardy does

#im serious #like there are actors that play roles VERY well #but im not like 'oh theyre a different person' #tom hardy really just. is a different fucking person #like. for instance lets take mark ruffalo #he's a very good actor! #he's excellent in the now you see me franchise and he's excellent in spotlight and he's excellent in marvel #but i am very aware that he is an actor playing characters #vs tom hardy who BECOMES his characters #he gives them such depth and history #he treats them as PEOPLE #all his characters are invidiualistic genuine people #jessica chastain also sort of does this #but tom hardy does it so WELL

[youandtom2]

CONTRABAND PART 3

MILITARY!TOM HOLLAND X READER (NOT BASED ON CHERRY)

Summary: You've always known Sergeant Holland to be cold and apathetic from the very first day you met him. You told yourself that he would never change, but he was more than willing to prove you wrong.

Themes: smut (18+), depictions of violence, and gut-wrenching fluff :)

w/c: 7.2k

a/n: Ah it is here! The final part of contraband!!! I really liked this little story and I hope you did too. Let me know what you think!!! I always appreciate it! Also shoutout to 'SAS: Who Dares Wins' for the inspo

PART 1 // PART 2 // MASTERLIST

It should’ve came as no surprise to you that the week Sergeant Holland fucked you for the second time that he promptly left for a 6 week transfer to another base further north. What’s worse is that it was voluntary. He chose to go there to spite you, knowing the torment you’d be left with. Days after he left, you decided that you weren’t going to bother lying to yourself about the situation and openly admitted that he didn’t care for you as much as you cared for him. That was that. Sergeant Holland wasn’t capable of sentiment; the sex was for self-gratification and those kisses were empty. All it was was a last chance to get his fill before he left. He saw weakness and he throttled it with his bare hands.

You are beyond being upset because there’s no point. Where is it going to get you? You are just angry now.

With yet another weeks’ reprieve to go before his return, you wake up on a damp and dank morning. It had been pouring all night and the rain had turned the practicing grounds into a thick and slippery marsh. There isn’t a clean uniform in sight nor is there a footstep without a sickly squelch trailing behind it, meaning that you have to use twice the effort to pull your foot from the ground. Neither of you have seen the practicing grounds in such bad condition. Nevertheless, the lesson goes on. Nothing excuses the need to train, death being the only exception.

You’d think that since you are within weeks from finishing military training you would feel stronger, braver and smarter than when you first started, but there’s a difference between feeling and being. When squadron B alongside squadron A, supervised by Sergeant Osterfield, step up to the knock-out ring, being that of a flat piece of land with a ring of ribbon around the perimeter, you feel stronger, braver and smarter, but ultimately, it’s the Sergeants that put those feelings to the test.

The ring, aptly named, is circular in shape and no bigger than the 10 foot trampoline you used to have as a kid. Sergeant Osterfield takes centre stage, standing between the two squadrons. “This is a test of your ability to channel your strength and aggression, and to do that, you will be fighting against each other in head-to-head combat. Today, you are no longer friends, you are no longer team mates, that person you face is your enemy. When you are out there, you don’t get a choice in who you fight; small, tall, male, female,” Sergeant Osterfield throws you a quick glance; it’s a warning. “That doesn’t matter because they won’t give a fuck who you are either. It’s all about aggression and being able to turn it on and off with a flick of a switch. Jamieson-” he’s one of the tall lads from squadron A, “choose an opponent from your own team.”

Jamieson chooses Hardy, someone with a similar build and he accepts the challenge. You watch the two boys step into the ring, each taking a side of their own, and wait for more instructions.

“You will fight until someone gives up, steps out of the ring or until I say stop. Understood?”

In essence, you've been instructed to sumo-wrestle each other. However, it’s a very dubious definition of sumo-wrestling because you don’t think it’s supposed to include violently tackling each other to the ground, burying faces beneath the mud, and ending the match in a river of blood to claim victory. Horrified eyes watch as the two boys brutally fight without hesitance, throwing punches and landing kicks as if they are truly enemies.

Jamieson claims an early lead by delivering a powerful blow to the side of Hardy’s head, however Hardy steadies himself, making a quick comeback with a final mighty push and Jamieson is forced out of the ring. They retreat back to their line with bloody noses and mud splattered across their faces, panting and twitching with high doses of testosterone raging through them. Despite the harm done, and in Jamieson’s case, defeat, there isn’t an ounce of bad blood spilt between them and they return to normal, turning the aggression off as quickly as they turned it on.

“Well done,” Sergeant Osterfield congratulates. “Squadron B. Sanders, choose an opponent.”

Fuck, Sanders would’ve been your choice if Sergeant Osterfield gave you it; he’s the smallest out of the group - besides you - and your easiest target. Now, you aren’t weak, you know you aren’t weak; you could throw a swing that could knock someone clean out if given an easy chance, but considering your options for opponents, suddenly you aren’t feeling so strong.

Sanders chooses Stevens and they fight like the pair before, scrapping wildly like feral animals until Sanders is knocked out of the ring. Much to Clark’s dismay, he is quickly defeated by Archer, and the fights continue until all but you and Harvey from Squadron A, a big brute of a man, are yet to fight. Two pearly whites amongst the rusted browns.

You and Harvey are as close to strangers as you could be, and it’s for that reason that you feel yourself becoming slightly apprehensive about your fight with him. If it had been any of your own squadron members, their hesitancy would show, fighting their friend, a girl no doubt, would be reason enough to hold back. But Harvey exhibits no clemency and certainly holds no obligations to take it easy on you. And he has every right to be that way, because as much as it pains you to admit, Sergeant Osterfield’s statement is true; no matter who the enemy is, it’s inevitable that you fight them to the bitter end. That’s the brutal morale of the story.

It’s a truth you swallow the second you step into the ring with Harvey and his shadow just about eclipses your own standing in front of him. Instantly, David and Goliath springs to mind. This right here may be the truest depiction of what your future as a soldier out in the battlefield may look like.

You take a breath, preparing for the result you know that’s coming, and thanking every god up in the sky that fucking Sergeant Holland isn’t here to see your defeat.

“Fight.”

Harvey pounces like a horse released from its gates, running with you in sight. You dodge him at the last second, the tips of his fingernails only just grazing your arm. It might’ve been worse had he not slipped to the ground. He remains in the ring nevertheless, and it gives you that extra second you prepare for his offences again but sadly, you’re not so successful the next time round. He hooks an arm around your neck and the lower half of your body swings with momentum, legs kicking high into the air before you are slammed to the ground. With your wits still about you, you roll among the mud to avoid the kick that was heading directly towards your stomach.

“Come on, soldier! You are not supposed to defend, you’re supposed to attack! Channel your anger, use that aggression!” Your eyes are glued to Harvey while you listen to Sergeant Osterfield shouting beside you. He’s right. You’ve been on the defence since this started and it’s gotten you nowhere, your enemy isn’t any closer to being defeated.

“C’mon, you’ve got this.” You hear Archer’s supportive voice behind you. “Aggression, remember.”

You raise your fists, spitting the mud that splashed into your mouth during the fall and focus. Anger. Anger. Anger. Channel your anger.

Fuck you Sergeant Holland.

This time, you charge with a scream, stopping the arm that was already swinging towards you and deliver a fist to his jaw and Harvey recoils sharply, groaning and wincing, but he doesn’t give up.

Haplessly, you start swinging your fists, indifferent to whether they do any damage because your anger has taken control. There’s only one thing on your mind that fuels your aggression and you take the opportunity of the human punch bag in front of you to finally release the tension that’s been building up.

Fuck - punch - you - punch - Sergeant - punch - Holland!

The pain throbbing in your knuckles and your thumb numbs your hand that you can’t squeeze them anymore.

“Don’t let that bitch beat you Harvey!”

Harvey recovers quickly in front of you, his masculine ego assaulted. With either of you yet to give up or step out of the ring, and Osterfield yet to call it, the fight must continue. You internally groan in exhaustion, feeling nothing left of the spark. The flame has burned out but Harvey’s roars like a fire in his eyes. You yelp as Harvey reaches for your leg, arms tightly wrapping round it with his shoulder agonisingly colliding into your pelvis with an unstoppable force, rendering you completely off balance and once again slamming against the wet, muddy ground. The blunt, hard-hitting fall punches out all of the air in your lungs, dry heaving to retain some oxygen. What makes it worse is that Harvey’s personal vendetta refuses to let go. Red, fiery eyes burn above you while his hands hold you hostage by the neck, keeping you still while he passes a punch directly across your cheek bone that’s bound to puncture your skin. He physically restrains you, taking you once again in a chokehold and squeezing until the very last particle of consciousness slips away from you.

“Sir!” You hear Archer’s concern swim through the ringing in your ears. “You have to stop this!”

Black spots start to flash in front of your eyes.

“Sir, look at her, she’s done.” Even Squadron A realise that the match has come to its end.

“Alright, stop!” Osterfield’s voice blares loudly, but the hold is just as strong. “Soldier, stop!”

Your face feels like it’s swelling…

“Harvey, let go man-”

Your grip is starting to loosen around his arms.

“Soldier that is enough!”

“Get him off of her!”

Someone please save me…

“STOP!” A voice thunders around you, resounding enough that everything else surrounding you falls into a stunned silence. All except the fast, angry treading of boots approaching the ring. The vigorous grip around your neck finally releases and your body slumps to the ground with a small splash. The cool pillow of mud beneath you catches you, and a small wash of relief drains the panic. Your chest starts immediately convulsing to get air back into your lungs, but with your collapsed airways it's stuttered and unsteady, coughing with every second breath. However unsettling it may be to listen to, at least it’s a sign of life.

The ground begins to tremble as the rumbling footsteps lurk nearer.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” There’s a scuffle between two people, one presumably Harvey, but the other, you can’t tell yet. “You were to fight her, not kill her!”

“I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me. I…I couldn’t stop! I’m so sorry. Please, I-I-I’ll take her to medical-”

“You fucking touch her again, I’ll kill you.”

You’ve heard that stern tone before, but the abhorrence is new. It’s raw, unfiltered, scratching its way out of his throat in a harsh growl. A growl that could only belong to Sergeant Holland. Hearing his voice again ignites the spark inside you and as it flickers to life, you begin to roll onto your side, slowly pulling yourself from the mud's tight grip. Confusion swarms your brain but you don’t stop to give it a moment of your time as your priorities lie at the sources of pain up and down your body. Knuckles, hand, back, head, stomach…

“And you-” The footsteps are just off to your right, where Sergeant Osterfield is. “You should’ve stopped this sooner.”

“Tom, I-”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

You pay the conversation no mind as you try to perch yourself up onto your knees, grubby hands splayed in front of you as strands of mangled, mud-ridden hair dangles in front of your eyes. No one seems to pay you any mind as you helplessly roll in the mud. Nobody seems to want to touch you given it will be at the expense of their life if they do.

“The rest of you back to the barracks.” He barks and feet start quickly scuttling.

“Archer, Clark, take her to medical,” Osterfield instructs, but there’s no assertion, just plain guilt.

“No. I’ll take her myself.” His voice is lower, closer, intimate with you as he does his best to pick you up from the ground. Even with the weight of mud, water and dirt clinging onto you and your uniform, Sergeant Holland hauls you up into his embrace and starts walking towards the barracks with an arm hooked under your legs and another behind your back. The force of his arm digs into the pain, burning at your spine and you let loose a feeble whine. “What hurts?”

Your heart, your soul, your feelings…

“Everything.” It isn’t entirely true, you just didn’t have the breath to say specifics.

As you lie there in his arms, swaying with the gentle pace of his tread, you begin to question his presence. Why is he here? Why is he not up north where he’s supposed to be? Why couldn’t he have just stayed up there so your big dumb heart didn’t have to start beating so erratically knowing that he is here?

Your pupils constrict as the light floods in through the narrow slits of your lids, just wide enough to see his jaw tensing, teeth grinding as he charges down the hallways and barges into a room you don’t recognise. Although you’ve technically never been to medical, you know that’s not where he’s taken you; it’s far too quiet.

“Can you stand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Stand there. Don’t move.” He settles you down carefully onto your feet, and your eyes fall on anything but him which is hard given that he’s standing right in front of you, inspecting you from head to toe. His eyes pick up on your eyebrows pinching together. Why are you in a bathroom? “What?”

“This isn’t medical.”

“No it’s not.” He deadpans. The statement passes through his lips so flippantly, his mind centred on checking every inch of your skin for every and any injury. For some reason, he’s being particularly meticulous with you, following every possible medical procedure that pops into his head and you can’t fathom why. He’s already tutted at the cut on your cheek, still, your head follows the instructions of his hand curled under your chin, turning you left, right, ow, up, down, ow! He orders the same instruction with your eyes, checking very closely to see how well they respond to the light.

It's almost as if he's...worried.

He checks each ear, tucking away your dirty hair as he does so.

“Any headaches?”

“Just at the back of my head.” Instantly his hand gently cups the curve of your skull, pressing and feeling for any lumps or bleeding, not satisfied until he’s certain there’s nothing there. It’s strange how calm he is when he’s focussed, and it’s even stranger that you find comfort in it, even though it’s entirely uncharacteristic of him. By now, you’re less reserved, examining the features on him just as carefully as he examines yours. He has that damn army cap on, the same one that hides those beautiful brown curls. You wish you were brave enough to take it from him.

He remains clean shaven, skin golden and glowing that jealousy holds you captive, envious of the way he always looks like he’s just been to the glorious beaches of Barcelona rather than 80 miles up the road of miserable England. At least there’s the small little scar on his chin to prove that he does in fact have some imperfections. And it’s barely an imperfection at that.

Why does the man you’re supposed to be angry at have to be so fucking attractive?

“Look up for me.” You let out what little scoff you can. For you. Everything’s been for you hasn’t it?

In an attempt not to frighten or hurt you, he slowly coils his fingers around the column of your neck, thumbs running down the length of your trachea in the centre of your throat, occasionally pressing into its grooves. That’s when you notice his jawline pulse again, presumably at the sight of the collar of bruising that’s starting to arise. A vexed sigh washes over your features. Nevertheless, he keeps his cool and continues his examination. “Can you swallow?”

“I can but it hurts.” His thumbs bob as you swallow, releasing a contented hum when you manage to do so.

“Well, he hasn’t completely crushed your trachea so you’ll be alright,” he assures, turning to grab a first aid kit from the cabinet. “Can’t say the same for him…after what he’s done.” Your lips part at the threat, suddenly realising the extent of his grievance towards Harvey and the incident. He…he wouldn’t go that far to actually follow through with that threat…would he? Sergeant Holland has broken the rules before, who’s to say he won’t do it again?

He ignores your scrutinous glare, unzipping and unbuttoning every layer of clothing you have on, easing it from you as if you were made of glass, paranoid that any tug would break you.

“I’m fine. I can do it myself.” He stops as you take a step back, his irritation blatantly shown when he folds his arms and leans casually against the sink behind him. Right there. That’s the Sergeant Holland you know better.

“Yeah?” He juts his chin, challenging. “Go on, then. Get yourself unchanged.”

You’re left standing, shivering with nothing but your thermals and underwear on, soaked through and through. You had been lying in the wet mud for so long it had seeped itself way into your under armour. Annoyingly stubborn, you reach for the hems of your thermal vest and with everything you can muster you begin to lift it above your head, naively blind to the unforeseen pain that erupts from your back, and weirdly, your thumb when you get halfway. Your arms drop, groans of agony fill the room, slowly overtaken by groans of frustration when you prove his point.

“Okay, okay, fine. You win. I can’t. It hurts too much. You were right. You happy?”

Where you expect to see a smug grin is actually a frown. Sergeant Holland stands up straighter, arms dropping heavily by his sides. He pinches your chin with the slightness of his finger and thumb and tilts your head upwards.

“No. You’re in pain, of course I’m not fucking happy. And it doesn’t make me any happier knowing that you think you can take care of this yourself.” How something as simple as the disdain in his voice can change you from someone stubborn enough to endure pain to prove him wrong, to the insecure, dependent, wobbly-lipped girl you are now, is frightening.

You always hated letting people down, even from childhood you feared disappointment for the way it made you feel so belittled.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to stop the quiver, but Sergeant Holland drags it out again with his thumb. Thankfully, his voice reduces down to a calmer whisper now that he’s even closer, the tips of his lips ghosting over yours.

“Let me help you.” The words are murmured into your mouth before he tenderly presses his lips to yours. They’re warm, dangerously soft and puckered that you barely feel them. He keeps them there for no longer than a couple of seconds, telling you that he’s there, to feel him, to use him as he offers himself, and the couple of seconds he kisses you is all he needs to persuade you.

It wasn’t empty and there was meaning, one that you could find solace in and realise that maybe, just maybe, what you assumed about Sergeant Holland wasn’t entirely true.

Lighter than a feather, the word flows from your lips. “Okay.’’

With nothing more than the gentle hum of the light above you filling the air, Sergeant Holland helps you to take off your dank and muddy clothes, stopping only when he gets another chance to inspect your body in its entirety for other injuries. His hands run down the length of your arms; shoulder, biceps, elbow, forearm, wrist, knuckles, fingers; squeezing, moving, twisting, left first then right.

“Ah, fuck!”

He carefully holds your hand up in the air between you and him, a sinking scowl evident on his face.

“Broken thumb.” He declares, pointing to the swollen joint. “You punched with your thumb enclosed in your fist, didn’t you?” You might’ve done. Force of habit. So what? You weren’t thinking straight! He shakes his head dejectedly, sighing, exuding all the signs of disappointment, but the small smile curling at his lips immediately eradicates the idea. He taps your chin. “Have we taught you nothing? Thumb outside the fist when you punch. Outside.”

“Sorr-OW!”

“And you’ve broken a knuckle on your other hand, Jesus, what were you punching? A brick wall?”

“I don’t know. I might’ve been. I was too angry to care.” Your stomach sinks at the tilt of his head as he disappears behind you, because you know he’s going to ask.

“We don’t teach you to be angry, we teach you to fight.” You shiver at the first touch of the grip on your shoulder, keeping you stable as he runs his fingers down the length of your spine. It’s completely chill inducing the way his fingers skim so lightly over you. “So why were you angry?”

“Um…I was…I was angry at…you.” The movement stops and he waits until your eyes find his in the reflection of the mirror in front of you. There’s a long silence, one you would rather have continued on forever if you had the choice. Sergeant Holland isn’t blind to the dip in your head or the way you fiddle with your fingers because he’s seen you do this before. You were never one to hide your nerves well during confrontation and he’d always used that to his advantage.

He’s not going to put that extra strain on you. Not today.

He sighs and resumes his inspections on your back, fingers grazing over the blue and purple blemish arising at your coccyx, hoping that it would disappear if he wiped it away, but it remained. He can’t bear to imagine what you must’ve gone through in order to have such a serious bruise on such a fragile area.

Your ears perk when he clears his throat. “Back’s okay. Nothing broken. Badly bruised but it will heal. Arms up.” At the touch of his hands curling around your ribs, your body twitches, squirming the slower he trails down towards the curve of your waist and hips where his hands buffer. Suddenly, magnetism draws your bodies together until your back is pressed against his chest and his lips are just inches away from your ear. You gasp, loud and raspy, all for him to hear how he makes you impulsively shift when his fingers curl into your waist and electrocute the sensitive muscles inside you. He gropes and squeezes, rolling your hips backwards until you feel the press of his crotch push into you and he releases a groan, small, subtle, but it swims through your ears all the same. You can’t help but close your eyes at the sound, dreaming of the times when you used to hear the sound come from him all those weeks ago.

“Hips working perfectly,” he whispers. The warmth on your hips spreads to your stomach where his hand is splayed out right across your abdomen and his fingers gently knead the area. You hiss slightly and he responds instantly. “Where’s the pain?”

“Further down, right…here.” You guide his hand to where Harvey’s shoulder collided with your lower pelvis, sitting just above the seam of your underwear. His chest hums, fingers exploring the area in a soothing massage, sinking lower and lower until they skim your panties, testing the waters. It’s been weeks since he last touched you, he would like to think that you would still respond to him exactly the way you did before. In the reflection of the mirror you see those dark, cumbersome eyes watching your every movement. Your hips roll fluidly, chasing the touch of the palm of his hand resting against your pelvis, reaching out to him and guiding him where you want him most.

He’s seen what he’s needed to see.

“Hot compress. Every night. Avoid solid foods for a while.” Just like that, his hands whip away from you to turn on the shower, leaving you in a small, contained fluster which isn’t helped by the steam slowly rising into the air. What this man does to you…

Silently, he unclasps the hooks of your bra, sliding them from your arms and promptly crouches behind you, moving with that same tantalising pace as he slides your panties down your legs. Exposed, and slightly on the colder side, you huddle yourself together, arms crossed tightly over your chest. Sergeant Holland ignores it.

The water is warm when you ease yourself in, of course with the help of Sergeant Holland. The worst of the dirt starts to dissipate when you fully submerge yourself under the stream, a pool of brown puddling at your feet. Sergeant Holland has you stand until the water runs clear, only then does he plug the drain and wait for the water to fill the tub, instructing you to sit. Meanwhile, he sits patiently by your side, perched on the toilet pan with the first aid kit on his lap.

“Give me your hand, I need to put a splint on your thumb.” It’s captivating to watch him immediately tend to your wounds, fingers working expertly to tie the gauze around the splint. You notice the fleeting touches, or the grounding support of his hand gracing your skin, and while you lie submerged in the warmth of the bath as a mere observer to his movements, a burning question starts to surface in your mind.

“Why are you doing all of this?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because this...isn’t you. You’ve never done anything for me, you’ve only ever done things to me, for you.” The slight raise in volume in your raspy voice catches his attention so he stops what he’s doing and turns to you directly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well what am I supposed to think when you fuck me more than you kiss me, that when you do fuck me you’re quick to leave and avoid me like the plague weeks after. You’ve been gone for 5 weeks, and I’m not even going to bother asking why you’re back a week early, and now all of a sudden you won’t leave my side. I just don’t understand-” Your voice crackles and breaks into nothing, cutting you off. It physically hurts to speak.

Sergeant Holland stares at you with that expressionless gaze, the one that shuts you out and leaves you wondering what he’s thinking or feeling.

His head ticks. You’ve seen him do that before. “That’s a lot of words for someone with no voice.”

You continue to stare back at him, refusing to break contact until he gives you your answer. It doesn’t seem to intimidate him in the slightest, in fact, he coolly resumes aiding your broken thumb, working on it as if he’s creating a piece of art. Regret consumes you, the embarrassment of your laughable attempt at intimidation heats your cheeks. Your squadron members would ridicule you if they heard you tried to intimidate The Dutch. Nothing could.

“So that’s why you’re angry at me.” He passes you a side glance for confirmation, but you offer none. You don’t need to because he already knows. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or ashamed that you carelessly chose to break a knuckle and a thumb with me in mind. Yet here I am, fixing your mistakes-”

“What, like how disappearing fixes yours?” He suddenly yanks at your wrist to pull you closer and your body slams into the wall of the tub. Your jaw is snatched up by him, silencing your words.

“I don’t make mistakes. That’s the difference between you and I. I think and I plan so I know. But you still don’t have a clue, do you? You’re always asking questions, always wondering, always looking for an explanation because you can’t come up with the answers yourself.” Your breath quivers as his voice drops. He watches you, like he’s waiting for something like a predator waits for his prey to take the bait. But you bite your tongue through the pain, holding your position until he can let go. “No witty comments this time? Good. Fine, if you need to know I’ll tell you.”

Your jaw slacks back into place when he lets go, but your body can’t rest until he releases your wrist. His gaze still burns just as intensely as before, invading your personal space like it’s oxygen to his lungs. It becomes more and more apparent to you why he keeps a firm hold of your wrist, because when his hand dips into the water and slips between your thighs, you can’t move away as easily. The flat pad of his thumb presses a firm pressure onto your clit but refrains from moving, all the while his fingers sink further into your cunt. Air catches in your throat, your free hand reaching to hold his wrist while he curls his fingers into you. However, with your broken knuckle, the grasp is weak.

“You think you can still listen while I fuck my fingers into you? Because I’m only going to say this once. Did you think that I didn’t plan to wait until 10 at night to bring you into my office the first time, when there was no one around to hear? Did you think I didn’t plan to deliberately ignore you so that nobody grew suspicious? I don’t ‘avoid you like the plague’ because you were a mistake, I do it to keep us safe. I do it to keep you safe. But you’re so fucking impulsive it drives me crazy.” Your chest raises higher into the air the harder his fingers thrust into you, the more his thumb runs laps around your clit. It’s too perfect to suppress the bubble growing inside you. “You’re a thorn in my side, do you know that? You have no fucking idea how many times I think about you, how many times I’ve struggled to sleep at night because all I see and hear is you. You make my job so much harder than it needs to be. I just want you all the bloody time and sometimes I can’t stop myself.”

Sergeant Holland’s nose sweeps against your temple, peering down to his fingers submerging further into your cunt until it teases a whimper from your broken throat. He can feel the blood rushing to his cock, growing harder with each twitch and quiver of your body. The sight of you lures a quick whispered ‘fuck’ from his lips.

“So fucking needy all the time, it’s why I had to leave because you’re…just…so…tempting.” True to his words, Sergeant Holland can’t resist the urge to press his lips against your skin, anywhere that you’ll allow him; your neck, cheek, jaw, ear, temple, just as long as he can feel you more than he already could. The desperation is growing inside you, spreading like hot lava through your veins until you’re flushed in a low simmer. Your cunt squeezes his fingers in a plea, begging to let you cum before you completely buckle, but he’s decided that you aren’t finished listening.

“Oh my god…” you whisper, rolling around in the tub. Your brain’s yet to decide whether it’s because of the pleasure or because of the sheer shock of his words.

“I couldn’t last another fucking week without seeing you, and it’s just as well I came back. Seeing that bastard beat, no less touch what’s mine…” Frustration and possibly something darker rumbles in his growls, motivating his thumb to swirl faster. “I can’t let you go.”

Your mouth gapes open, eyes tightly shut and reaching out for release. There’s a crash of water, droplets trickling down the side of your skin as your hips rise higher, tightly clutching onto the last of your self-restraint. Your heartbeat’s elevated, rising with the temperature that’s got you both working up a sweat.

“Cum for me, I wanna feel you cum on my fingers.” The bubble bursts, stars shooting behind your eyes and you sink back down into the warmth of the water. Sergeant Holland chases the taste of your lips, sinking his head low to catch you in a kiss and letting his tongue slip in, yours instantly returning the same fervor.

With the steady easing of his fingers, now coaxing you into the blissful aftermath of an orgasm, his kiss becomes softer, slower, more passionate that you completely forget about the buzz of pleasure and pain shooting all over you.

He pulls from the kiss, but his lips still graze yours.

“Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

With a sigh of what you think is relief, he sits back beside you still holding your wrist but with a more endearing hold. Your eyes are still closed, bracing for the wave of desire that’s bound to wreck you for the next few days because you won’t be able to stop thinking about what he said. Fuck, he thinks about you all the time, and he can’t stop. And now that he still tends to you, knowing that information, you can’t help but reciprocate that feeling. Your search for reassurance is over. You want him more than anything now.

The consuming buzz that was at your cunt now resides in your stomach, reduced to a mere fluttering that keeps you from opening your eyes just a second longer. You simply fall into a state of repose in the water until you eventually work up the courage to look at him. With that courage, a small smile emerges on your lips when you remember something from earlier.

“What?”

“Your name’s Tom.” He huffs, but reciprocates the smile nonetheless. Hearing his name in your voice creates a deep pit in his stomach. “I’ve yet to decide whether you suit it or not.”

“It’s hard to suit any name when you’ve been calling me The Dutch since you arrived.” Your eyes grow wide, as does his smirk. “Yeah, don’t think I wasn’t aware of that one, you idiots aren’t as slick as you think you are.”

You bite your lip, cheeks burning. “You can blame Clark for that.”

“I intend to. And I’ll let him know who informed me.” You panic for a second, but his chuckle calms you slightly. He’s kidding…right?

Your hand’s now bandaged with a wooden splint taped to your thumb, and he finishes his treatment with a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. All for you.

Wordlessly, he pulls you from the tub, lifting you until you’re standing with a towel wrapped around your shoulders in the middle of the bathroom. Sergeant Holland mentions something about getting some dry clothes for you and disappears through the door, leaving you with nothing but your own reflection standing in the mirror. The reflection looks back at you and sighs dejectedly as you study her. She looks exactly how Sergeant Holland describes her: clueless, always questioning, always wondering. You give her a look, telling her that all is not lost if she can admit to her mistakes, taking that extra step and fixing them herself. It’s only right that she does.

Sergeant Holland enters the bathroom again, taking the towel from your shoulders and begins dressing you with that same delicate manner. Albeit, you realise it’s much more agonising getting changed than it is undressing.

“I’m sorry,” you squeak. Quite literally. Your throat is like sandpaper. “You’re right, I was being an idiot, I didn’t…I don’t think things through-”

He stops you with a kiss, short but purposeful. “Don’t speak. You’re on vocal rest and that’s an order.”

“But-”

“Defying orders now, are we?” Gulping, you shake your head, accepting that your apology will have to wait. “Come with me.” You nod, following him through to where you realise is his dorm. Bigger in size, it’s a room that better suits his authority. “You can rest here for a while, but I’ll have to send you back to your dorm before lights out.” Now with a little more insight behind his reasoning, you find it easier to accept that being with him all the time isn’t a possibility. That he doesn’t mean to be cold and harsh and kick you out so soon, that it’s because he cares for you too much to risk ruining what he has with you.

~~~~~

Sergeant Holland’s idea of resting consisted of you lying on his bed, lips clamped shut as you tried your best not to ruin your voice even further, with his head between your thighs. It was his only resolve as he didn’t want to injure your pelvis even further, knowing that if he fucked you like he was desperate to, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Instead, he had you rest your hips on some pillows, raised higher into the air while he swam his tongue deep into your cunt, arousing your juices to drench his mouth. He didn’t stop until the pleasure blinded the pain, until you were so numb with lust that you couldn’t hold back the weak mewl scratching at your throat. He immediately chastised you for disobeying his order and the slight nibble of his teeth to your clit was your only punishment. He refused to let you go until you had given him another 3 orgasms on top of the 4 he already took from you.

You blamed your slightly wobbly and disjointed walk on the pain, but really, the truth was far more lecherous. Oblivious, Archer, Clark, Stevens and Sanders believed you given that your injuries were far more extensive than the ones they had, being that of black eyes and bleeding noses.

Albeit, everyone had healed in time for the final drill before officially completing military training.

All of you are standing to attention in the courtyard, the only place big enough to sit the proud families watching, waiting for you to graduate. Sergeant Holland yells the final order from the front stage, and with a synchronous left turn, those who have battled their way through early mornings and brutal instruction from the equally brutal Sergeants, survived barbaric methods of teaching and discipline, graduate from recruits to soldiers. As you stand, chin high with pride, you’ve never been more thankful for the grim but vital lessons taught over the months. You can’t deny that, of course, it was incredibly fucking hard, but having overcome those challenges, you can now graduate being stronger, smarter and braver than you were to begin with.

Ending the drill with a salute, Sergeant Holland officiates your success and soldiers around you disperse to find their families. It’s lovely to see Sanders smiling with glee as he envelopes his mum, speaking to her with such pride and enthusiasm. Seeing where Archer gets his sensitive emotions as his father cries against his shoulder. Seeing Clark, being the cheeky lad he is, congratulating his mates, and seeing Stevens embrace his younger siblings as they race towards him.

As elated you are for them, you’ve never felt more estranged from your own family. After all, it was why you joined the army in the first place.

“Congratulations, soldier.”

But it doesn’t matter, because you have everyone you need right here.

You turn to face Sergeant Holland, a smile beaming across your lips. “Thank you, sir.” It’s amusing to see him fight the smile, hiding his pride from everyone else to uphold the reputation of his otherwise imperious personality, however no matter how hard he suppresses it, you know it’s there.

“No family, soldier?”

“Um, no, sir. It’s just me. Always has been, always will be.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Your eyes narrow, brow twitching inwards. “Sir?”

“Follow me,” he instructs, giving nothing away and curious, you follow. He leads you to an empty briefing room, away from the crowds until they are a dull noise in the background. It’s only until the door shuts completely that he enlightens you of his mysterious behaviour.

“Do you know why I was away for those five weeks?” You shake your head. He continues, folding his arms and stepping closer towards you. “I was offered a position for a mission in Mali; Operation Newcombe. It’s low-intensity, non-combative and primarily peacekeeping, gathering intel for the UN about how to keep the peace. Nothing I haven’t done before." He releases a breath. "So I accepted.”

You swallow a growing lump in your throat. Mali. Africa. It’s so far away. Despite what you think is a final goodbye, you force a smile onto your lips. “Wow, Mali. That’s…that’s good, right?”

“Mh-hm.” His eyes twinkle. He’s glad, you can tell. You just have to pretend to be the same. “When they offered me the position, they also asked if I had any recommendations of soldiers from the base to go with me, take them out on their first deployment.”

You interpret his silence as an invitation. Recommendations? Who would you recommend? Suddenly, your mouth’s gone dry, babbling your way through the slight sadness arising knowing that he’s leaving.

“Um, A-Archer would be useful, he’s strong, like…emotionally strong, y’know? And empathetic. If it’s peacekeeping, he’s in his element. Who else? Oh, Stevens is good with younger children. Also very clever, and is handy with-”

Sergeant Holland takes you by surprise, encasing your face within his hands and pulls you closer, melting his lips onto yours. He swallows your gasp, forcing out another when he presses you against the wooden door, not in a way that’s reckless or desperate, but with such passion that he can’t contain himself. His thumb glides over the slight scar on your cheek given to you by Harvey, lulling you into the gentle caress of his lips as they move against yours. Teasing, his tongue only just breaches past your lips, skimming the edge of your own before he retreats. His fingers sidle into the roots of your hair until they find rest at the nape of your neck.

“You.” He kisses your nose. “I’m taking you.”

“Wh-what?”

“Come with me.”

“You…you want me?”

“Are you doubting my decisions, soldier?” There’s that tilt of the head that has your heart pounding and you race to explain yourself.

“Oh-oh, no, not at all! I…I didn’t think you would-” Sergeant Holland stops you again with a shorter, sweeter kiss, lighter than air itself.

“Good, so you’ll come with me.”

It really is far away. A new environment, new faces, new experiences, new challenges, but who better to show you all of that than Sergeant Tom Holland himself?

You sigh, your answer waits for him on the tip of your tongue and he’s eager to take it from you. “You’re not going to take no as an answer, will you?”

“Not a fucking chance.”

You smile, reaching up onto your tiptoes to kiss him once more, ripping that damn stupid army hat from his head and indulging in those curls of his.

“Mali it is.”

#aaahhhhhhh #soft spot manifestation up in here #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x fem #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #contraband #fluff #smut #lemon #tom holland x y/n #series #dom!tom holland #military!tom holland

[clairecrive]

Hello beautiful person! Do you take requests which ask you to write a second chapter for your writings? If you do, may I ask a second chapter for "Rare"? And if you don't could you please let me know so I can be careful for another time when I ask a request?

I hope this is not something that disturbes or irritates you. I love your writing, it is beautiful and sometimes I read your pieces over and over again. 😁

Thanks for blessing us with your writing. Have a nice day.💕

A/n: First of all anon, thank you so very much for your sweet words! They mean the world to me <3 Also, your request could never irritate me! I love them and I love the fact that you consider me half a decent writer enough to send me your thoughts <3 I'm sorry it took me so long to get around this but I hope you like this and are still around to read it x

I've decided to pair it with a request for juicy time with Eddie. there's no actual smut but it's suggestive let's say.

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff,

Word count: 2.4K

Tags: @mollybegger-blog, @evelynshelby, @br0ck-eddie, @fandom--0verdose, @shadow-of-wonder, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @sopxhiea, @fuseburner, @for-bebbanburg, @crazyclownchick ( fill in this form to be added to my taglist)

Part 1

TOM HARDY MASTERLIST

You weren't exactly new to heartbreak. You had been a teenager after all but your experience with adult relationships had not been that good either.

You knew that you'd be over Eddie even if it may take you some time. It's true that you had only been dating for a few months but you had really grown attached to him. It was one of the things you hated about yourself: the way you got attached way too soon, way too much.

Especially, in this case, seeing as Eddie hadn't been 100% in it in the beginning you had hoped that the more time you'd spend together, he'd see that you weren't so bad and that he'd grow to care for you. At least a little bit.

Turns out you were wrong.

As much as you hated being wrong, the thing that hurt you the most was that despite your best efforts, Eddie still didn't think you were enough for him. And how could you be when the benchmark was perfect Anne?

You stood no chance. You had been a fool for even trying. And now you were experiencing the burn for your foolishness.

This had happened often enough that you had developed a routine for dealing with heartbreak:

1) crying your heart out and indulging your sadness with whatever helped (mostly comfort food and Friends)

2) enough with indulging, it was time to pick yourself up. No more overeating although you still allowed yourself to cry if you felt like it

3) "I don't need him anyway" phase where you'd make a mental list of how your life was before and after whoever you had broken up with to remind you that they weren't as important as you made them out to be

4)"put yourself out there again" phase where you started going out again with the intention of meeting new people or simply having a good time.

As of this time, you were in phase 3. You noticed that there were some of Eddie's things littering around your apartment. So, you picked up a box and collected them with the intention of returning them to him, effectively closing this chapter. As you did, you made that aforementioned list. This time, with the added reason for your break up, it was a bit easier to remind you why breaking up had been the right decision.

When your hands closed on your favourite hoodie of his though, you couldn't help the pang in your heart as a flood of memories hit you.

You and Eddie doing a Friends marathon every Friday night.

Eddie giving this hoodie when you were sick because he knew how much you liked it.

Eddie taking the hoodie off for a whole other reason almost ripping it...

No.

Shaking your head, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Enough of that. It was over.

It was only a week later that you finally got the time to come around Eddie's apartment. Sure, you could have called him, he could have come himself to pick them up or you could have dropped them at his job but that would have required you to call him. And recalling how that went last time you tried to reach him you decided you'd spare yourself the humiliation of him not ghosting you again.

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your shoulders and knocked on his door.

"Y/n." You were met with a dishevelled Eddie.

He looked like shit but what's new with him. He also looked very surprised to see you at his door and you also couldn't blame it for that. You would have reacted the same way if the roles were reversed.

"Hi, Eddie," you hated your treacherous voice that wobbled when you spoke. Clearing your voice, you tried again.

"Sorry to come here unannounced. I've found some of your stuff in my apartment and I thought you'd like to have them back." You explained as you handed him the box, his eyes taking it in for the first time.

"Oh," he paused as he considered your words. Was that disappointment in his voice? "Thank you, y/n. You shouldn't have." He smiled weakly as he took the box from you, your fingers touching briefly.

"It's not a problem, Eddie. I was just passing by anyway." You and Eddie actually lived far from each other. The truth is that there was no reason for you to be in this part of town if it wasn't for him. Eddie knew that but he was kind enough not to point that out.

He just nodded, accepting your words as he held the box close to his chest.

You awkwardly stared at each other for a while, you didn't know what to say but neither of you wanted to end this exchange quite yet. When you felt that you had been standing like a fool in front of your ex's door, you went to leave but Eddie beat you to it.

"So how have you been?" Your first reaction was to scoff at this attempt of small talk. Neither of you was very good at it. And truthfully, it was rich coming from someone who had not made any effort to keep in contact with you even before your breakup.

The scroll of your shoulders was the only answer Eddie got. You weren't in the mood to pretend nor did you want him to know how you were still suffering for him.

"I should ask that to you." You reverted the question to him. He really didn't look well.

"yeah, it's been a rough couple of weeks," he confessed scratching the back of his head.

"That, I don't find it hard to believe," you hummed as your eyes took him in, really took him in since you knocked at his door. You could also see behind him that his apartment was a mess.

"Yeah, don't have to worry about me though. I'm fine."

"Of course." You nodded at his dismissal, remembering harshly the situation you were in."Well, I'm going to go now. Take care." Cold but still polite you turn around, ready to put this -Eddie and this exchange- behind you.

"Y/n, wait!" he called when you were about to climb down the staircase. "Do you want to have a drink or something?" Stay for a while? he meant but didn't dare to say.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Eddie." You called over your shoulder, hand still on the railing.

"Please, I owe you an explanation." You didn't know if it was the desperate note in his voice or the fact that he really looked like shit but you turned around almost convinced.

"Don't you think it's too late for that, Eddie?"

"Maybe it won't change anything between us but you deserve to know." You knew Eddie and you knew how much he cared about transparency and honesty. This may not mean that you were going to get back together but he was right, you deserved an explanation.

"Okay," you agreed as you walked back and then into his apartment. Eddie closed the door behind him and set the box he was still holding down behind the coat hanger.

The sneak peek you had before was definitely right: Eddie's apartment was even messier than usual.

"Why does it look like a tornado hit your home?" You couldnìt help but point out. You knew Eddie wasn't that bothered by tidiness but this too much even by his standards.

"That would be my fault," a new voice answered you.

At first, you didn't register the difference in tone or accent even though you should have had because Eddieìs voice wasnìt that low or raspy. But then a black tendril entered your vision field catching your attention making you turning your head to better inspect it.

What.the.fuck??

"Eddie?" You asked perplexed, eyes fixed on this thing? even if you were addressing Eddie.

"Y/n meet Venom, Venom meet y/n." He gestured awkwardly with his hands.

"It's so nice to meet you, Eddie's always thinking about you, you know? It's a bit annoying." this time the voice didn't come from a tendril but a face. A fucking alien face with long sharp teeth and wide white eyes.

His words went straight over your head. How the fuck was this true? What were you even seeing? Did this thing come from Eddie's body??

"Fuck, I know I'm heartbroken but now I'm even seeing things?"

"Y/n," Eddie tried to get your attention. You thought you had only thought that but apparently, you had spoken the words. "You're not seeing things, this is part of the explanation I owe you."

"I think it's better if you sit," he said motioning to his couch when you did nothing but stare at Venom. Prompting by Eddie though, you sat down and listened as he spoke.

He told you everything. About Carton Drake about his project with aliens, about Venom and their rather troubled relationship. He even explained how Anne had got involved and how she and Danny had helped him.

It was definitely a lot to take in. But somehow, the thought that he could be lying to you never crossed your mind. The proof was right in front of you, wasn't it? Venom, as he had introduced himself, stood next to Eddie while he spoke. It had never spoken again and you were inwardly thankful for that. That he was giving you space to digest all of this.

"Why didn't you tell me when you came around that day, Eddie?" You asked once you thought you had wrapped your head around it.

"I didn't want you to drag you into this mess," he said with a shrug, head cast down he didn't meet your eyes.

You didn't know how you felt about all of this yet but you nodded anyway. Well, there was nothing you could do anymore, could you? He had already taken care of everything on his own and it wasn't like you had any right to worry about him anymore.

"Thank you for explaining, Eddie. I appreciate your honesty." Did this change anything for you?

"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren't enough of if Anne meant more to me than you did. That's not true but I didn't know how to tell you that without telling you what was happening." He nervously fiddled with his fingers without meeting your eyes.

You could see his point now that you knew what happened. Still, it hurt you that he decided to just keep you out of it without a word. He could have at least told you that something was going on, that he didn't or couldn't tell you anything - not right now. You would have understood and given him space. Did he really act like this to keep you safe or was it a way to dismiss you?

"I don't know if this changes things, Eddie. You still turned up to her when a major life-threatening event happened. I think this tells me everything that I need to know." You point out after a while, eyes fixed on the end of your shoes.

"She has been involved from the moment we broke up, Y/n. Hell, this was the reason we broke up in the first place." Eddie's head snapped up at your words. He looked surprised at your words like he couldn't believe that you thought Anne's involvement had been something he had actively sought out.

"That may as well be true, Eddie but still, you didn't tell me even after everything settled down. If I hadn't come around to give you your stuff I still would be none the wiser."

"I was afraid, y/n. How could I come back to you after how much I had hurt you? 'Sorry if I went m.i.a. for a while, I was infected with a parasite who knows permanently with me?' Come on, y/n, I wouldn't take me back either." Now upset, Eddie started to gesticulate frantically to prove his point. His eyes flickered between yours, he leaned toward you, his hands a touch away from yours as if he wanted to touch you but was preventing himself from doing so.

"I'm not saying I would have believed you straight away but still- aliens are way better than self-loathing you know?" You scoff at him- why was he so upset? He wasn't the one who had been beating himself up since that fight for being a worthless piece of shit, was he?

"I know I've never done a good job at showing you but I do care about you. Deeply." Almost as if he couldn't bear to not be touching you any longer, Eddie now reached for your hands. His hold on them tightening as he spoke the words.

You looked at him for a moment. Aside from that fight, your relationship with him had been good. The start wasn't promising, seeing as he was still taken by Anne but Eddie had treated you good. He was attentive and caring in his own way. Looking back to it now, you realized that the period where you started feeling him pulling back from you was the time when this whole alien thing had started.

But now you had settled this, right? So, could this mean...

"If I give you one more chance to show you," you spoke tentatively, enthralled by the twinkle in his eyes, "do you promise me to be fully transparent with me this time around?"

"What? Why would you do that?" He looked shocked but his eyes were hopeful.

"Are you trying to talk me out of it, Eddie?" You challenged him, arching an eyebrow.

"Like hell I am." He scoffed, a smile on his lips. "Nono, of course I do. I swear, y/n. You'll never feel like you don't matter to me again."

"Good." You gave him a small smile at the gobsmacked expression on his face. Oh, Eddie...

He does nothing but stares at you for a while. Like he hadn't seen you in a while and now that you were in front of him, he wanted to commit to his memory every little detail of your face.

"So," you said after a while, "do you plan to stare at me or would you like to get a head start on your promise?" you provoke him with a suggestive tone.

Eddie's mouth fell a little at that, Venom said something to him but you didn't understand him. Shaking his head, Eddie smirks at you.

"I would like nothing more." And with that, Eddie's lips are on yours making up for the lost time.

#eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock x you #eddie brock one shot #eddie brock imagines #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock angst #eddie brock smut #venom #marvel #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagines #eddie brock fanfiction #eddie brock ff

[witchlyboo]

Definitely, maybe.

Part five: The one who belongs to someone else.

Introduction. Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four.

Paring: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Timothee Chalamet x Pedro Pascal x Michael B. Jordan

Warnings: Swearing, angst, misspellings, some Spanish, me learning how to write properly, and NY stuff that I've learned from movies that we all agree to pretend are real.

Word count: 6.4 k

a/n: You been asking for smut, I know, I know, I just wanted to introduce you to all the boys first, and we're getting there, just one more ahead. Also, I'm working on a masterlist because we are getting too many parts already.

All body types and skin tones friendly. You can also enjoy it as a no Hispanic reader. Constructive feedback and misspellings correction is always welcome.

Red and blue lights flash the driving mirror.

—No, no, no, por favor que no sea a mi—You beg to the sky looking at the patrol that is asking you to park, or someone else, there's a lot of cars in this part of the city, there's a big chance is the panic who's controlling your senses.—Dios, mi abuela fue a la iglesia cada domingo de su vida y nunca te pidió nada, please let me have some of her divina recompensa.—But that's not how it works, you end up parking with just a few seconds to think what to say. There's a perfect explication of why you are driving a car that is not yours in the middle of the night and smelling like a minibar.

Then this ridiculous thought comes to your mind, you look expensive, you've never seen the daughter of a senator but you must be close to it, it would make you less of a feminist if you just use your attributes? Ugh, you feel sick just to think about it but don't have enough money to pay a fine, and the constant paranoia of being chased all the time as an immigrant will only get stronger.

You pull down your dress a little so your neckline can do its job but you regret it immediately, and you're pretty sure you look more like an expensive prostitute who stole the car of his lover than some influential men's daughter.

—License and registration.—You hear him say when he approaches your window. You don't like this but you have to play the dumb tourist, the pretty foreign girl that is too stupid to be dangerous, with the look you have tonight it shouldn't be hard. But damn you hate cops, any uniformed man that works for the government is your eternal enemy, and you don't know how long you could keep the nice dumb Latina game before spit on his face.

—There's something wrong, officer? ...You?!—Your sexy and fake high voice is ruined when you see the face of the man who stopped you. This night couldn't get worse.

—Wait, what happened with the party?—Evan interrupts you while you finish some notes for work, little remainders for later when you don't have an eleven years old kid running around you, he's not usually this energic and you have to blame yourself for that, you're describing a life of excess and eccentric fun, something you let behind so many years ago that your own son doesn't know even a bit of it.

—Ugh, a nightmare doesn't worth telling.—You remember vaguely most of it but what keeps fresh in your mind is bad enough to don't want to bring it back.

—But if Timothée is my dad I have to know the important things, including the bad stuff.—Sounds perfectly reasonable and that's what makes you groan at him. Sometimes you feel blessed that your kid is better than you in any possible way, and sometimes you want to kill his brain with video games and reality shows like the rest of the parents.

—Ok, cool, but I'll keep all the +18 content for myself, so this part of the story might be blurry for you.—It kinda is for you anyway.

You should’ve known this night was cursed, you had a feeling because a) your earring fell off at the same time Timothée texted you to give you the party address and say he can't pick you up. And b) he won’t pick you up. Your mother would say that’s reason enough to not go, a real gentleman wouldn’t make you go to an unknown place in the middle of the night on your own in a city like this. But you decide to ignore it because you are a modern woman and because it’s worth it. It better be.

The outfit must be something special. You always take your time to choose what to wear, even if just another regular day, and since this isn't the case you thought about it for hours, that made your mind busy enough to not thinking about Tom and the whole love confession. He texted you saying he'll come for you to go to class together on Monday, which is completely impractical because he's way closer than you but is progress and you're going to take it.

You wanted to ask for Sheep's opinion but you thought she might not care, has been a few days since she started acting strange like she's bothered just to see you breathe. You want to blame his boyfriend to take all her time and attention from you but is probably just her new job, she got a small role in a Netflix show, and even when you're so happy for her, that's the event that has changed her into someone completely different. But you give her time, stress can do bad things to people.

The winner is the exact copy you made of the black and white striped dress Cameron Diaz wore in "The Mask" beautiful, classy, and sexy enough without being too scandalous, not that you have any problem with that, but this isn't the occasion, you don't want to feel like you're being too much or too little, just enough, it's supposed to be easy, right? you were born for this. Just adding some big shiny earrings you got on a thrift shop that look like real diamonds and you're ready, not that you own any to compare. Red lipstick, dark eyes, and a messy bun to get that disinterested pitch every look needs.

Getting there wasn't a problem, you were in the rich part of the city, everyone know who, where and what just to brag about it. The excitement is growing with every second, you check your makeup like thirty times in the elevator and send texts to your mom just to let her know where you are, and because you have to share that moment with someone and you are limited of friends these days.

Timothée opens the door with red eyes, drunk, high, or somewhere in between, you know then you were right about the bad feeling. He jumps on you to kiss you and no matter how much you try to explain the delicacy of your lipstick, he does it anyway, leaving a taste of alcohol and shrimps in your mouth. Taking you by the waist he walks you to a group of people you don't know while you're trying harder to fix the red color of your mouth without a mirror.

—Here is the companion I bought, look at her, that's how five grand per hour look like.—They laughed but you were too disoriented to process all the things he said, it was supposed to be a joke? if it is, why isn't he correcting? Instead, his hand goes straight to your ass and presses it to get you closer to him.

—I'm actually an intern in the costume designer department of the new version of "Sense and Sensibility".—You wanted to mention your recent promotion to hairstylist and makeup artist but that might be too pretentious. Anyway, they don't seem to care what you are or not, in fact, they don't even see you, all eyes are on Timothée

—Oh, well, is easy to forget when you're paying them—All laughs again. Who is this person? Who are all these people, actually? You recognize some influencers, a few cast members but there's no sign of the director, other main actors, not even his co-star. You feel like an extra in a movie where someone will be killed in a luxury party, hopefully not you. You take his hand from your body and clear your throat.—I'm just joking my love, she looks stunning, isn't she? I’ll get you a drink.

He leaves and the group of people surrounding you suddenly dissipated like boiling water, you were on your own again and despite some judgmental gazes is like you’re not there, you’re sure you could just take your dress off and throw it to someone’s face and unless Tim says something about it, no one would care. You’re there as his companion, an ornament, and that’s not enough to earn their attention because it’s too obvious you’re the one in turn.

You walk to the only window no one is smoking and check your phone, you know, the thing you do when you pretend you have important issues to attend, but no, you end reading some old messages, pictures, texting your mom of how much fun you’re having at the party, and somehow you check your filed Facebook messages to find Logan’s name. You cover the screen so fast you hurt your nail, his name is enough to make you tremble like a Chihuahua, you haven’t talked to him since that night, you know from his sister he lives in the house he bought for you two and he’s having the happiest life without you. You want to believe that because that means you took the right decision but deep inside… no, you can’t be that person, you want him to be happier than ever.

You find the guts to open the message, and you read as slowly as is humanly possible. “My angel, I hope this finds you in perfect health…” Dios, just Logan could start a message like that, your smile is almost too big to fit in your face so you bit your nail to cover it a little. “I recently found one of the human body drawings you made for me to study, you’ll be happy to know…”

—That’s a fucking long-ass message.—Tim appears behind you and takes your phone from your hand, spilling some of his drink on your dress in the process. Apparently, he's been there long enough to read part of the message.

—Give it back.—You command in the most severe voice you have, your magical moment got ruined and you remember the hole of hell you are.

—"My angel, I hope this finds you in perfect health. I recently found one of the human body drawings you made for me to study, you must know I still use them now and then"—Timothée starts reading the message, and even when no one is close enough to hear it and you don’t really care about this people’s opinion, that’s not for anyone to read, that’s one of the few parts of your life you treasure the most and you’re not ready to get over it.—You little slut, are you cheating on me with a med student?

—Give it to me.—You repeat trying to take the phone from his hand but he’s faster and walks away putting it out of your reach.

—"I meticulously preserve them, I certainly know any piece of art made by you will be priceless in the near future"—You don’t want to hear it coming from his drunk mocking voice, so you try to ignore what he’s saying and put more effort on chasing the phone.—Should I had kept the jeans where you left the wet spot on? I didn’t know you were an artist, my love.

—Timothée, por el amor de Dios.—Now you're trying to climb him, it wouldn't be that hard to take him down, he's skinny and you're fierce. That's what you thought but he's not moving even with you are on top of his shoulder and his opposite long arm keeps the phone away from you.

—Who is this guy and why is he talking to my girl like this?—You see the olive eyes getting darker and the tone of his voice went deeper than you thought he could do. You desist from taking the phone, you know the bullies love the attention, maybe that's exactly what he wants and give it to him just makes it worse.

—I'm not your girl.—You claim fixing up your dress having enough of games, and you have no reason to keep worrying about losing your job, the filming is done, and apparently your relationship with him too. You don't care about any of that anymore, just want to read Logan's text.

Even behind all the alcohol and the eyes injected in blood thanks for who knows what kind of drug, you can see the disappointment and anger, but it's not a broken heart, Is the hissy fit of a child that loses his balloon and now everyone will pay for it, especially you.

—Are you sure about that?—You can see him swallow hard, almost looking vulnerable, but his voice is defiant and threatening to prove you wrong. He just has to stretch out his arm to reach the open window with your phone in hand, his intentions are clear and the only thing you can do is raise your hands as a reflex.—You were mine the moment you put a foot on my trailer, and I don't fucking share my stuff.—Before you can say a word he drops the phone from the fourth floor.

You know is senseless but you find yourself running out of the party and going to search the device, using it also as an excuse to get away from that place. This is the first time someone makes you feel meaningless, you know the famous' world is cold and lacking in empathy but this is ridiculous, they're a bunch of parasites fed by attention and power. By Timothée.

The screen is crashed and the rest of it is probably beyond repair, not that you're surprised, its life is longer than you've been in the country and you admit you should have replaced it much earlier but you're not the kind to throw away things that still work. However, is not the phone you are worried about, not as much as what it contains.

—That was obsolete anyway, I'll get you a better one.—You didn't know he was following you, his voice interrupts your self-wailing. He sounds calmer and a little embarrassed, but not enough to say sorry, you don't think he's capable of saying it.

You shake your head and start to walk away without a word, you don't want anything from him, not materially, at least.

—Don't make a scandal out of it, it's just a phone!—He yells erasing any trace of regret in his voice. He doesn't see the reaction he expected and that's when he runs after you and with a hand on your upper arm pulls you back, you gasped for the sudden bluntness.—That annoying habit you have of leaving when I'm talking to you.

You push him away with all the strength you have, which resulted in him almost falling on the ground.

—I don't care about the stupid phone!—You finally break, but sadly is not as satisfactory as you thought it would be.—You are mean, vain, arrogant and the worst part is that you enjoy being this despicable human because you have absolutely no consequences to it. Everyone around you just accepts it and I feel so sorry for you because the only possible way for you to fill the void inside is to be surrounded by that crowd of mules licking your steps—To your surprise, he has nothing to say, he's just standing there with no facial expression, whatever he feels is easily covered by his years of experience acting, even drunk.—I can't give you that and it's obvious they don't want me either. What am I even doing here?—You ask yourself thinking where would be the best way of getting a cab, is a rich zone, must be easy.

—Everything is better when you're around—His voice is thin and fragile, you have to process what he said three times in your head to understand his words. You're not willing to look at him yet.—You're not like the others.

—Pure bullshit. You love to repeat that misogynist discourse of girls being in a certain way because is easier than be responsible for the people you choose to be—You were hugging yourself the whole time, is a cold night, but not enough to be bothersome, you enjoy Fall weather—You got me for a moment, I give you that, you fooled me but I'm too tired of guessing what version of you is real—When you return your gaze at him, he doesn't try to hide the guilt anymore, but there's still haughtiness in there.—Now, if you don't mind Mr. Chalamet, I need to get a cab.

—No, you came with me, you leave with me.—There's no trace of alcohol in his voice anymore, a good scolding is enough to put you sober, you know that thanks to your mom. Oh god, you're becoming her.

—You didn't bring me here, gigantic head—You look at him and put your hand in front of him with the palm up. He stares at it for several seconds before put his own on it—Not that!—You shake it and start looking inside his jeans pockets until you feel the metal of his key car.—You can't drive and I have to get home. You'll find it in the studio tomorrow.

That's how you ended with a car way more luxurious than you expected, driving so slowly and carefully that the police stopped you. What a night, but at this point, you couldn't care less about anything that is not that message, is been months and you can't get over it, over him. Not even Ben moans, Tom's comforting arms, or fight with a movie star at 3:00 am. is enough to get him out of your mind.

—So is true, you don't wear anything that hasn't appeared in a movie, huh?—Michael B. Jordan is leaning on the car window with a mocking smile and a sparkle of satisfaction that you would love to punch but his uniform keeps you in line, where you come from police is not equal to justice, most of the times is oppression.

—You know where it's from?—That was kind of comforting, no one at the party noticed. Not that you care.

—Is The Mask, not some Adam Hitchcock's blurb.—He smiles and even when you really don't like him, it's nice to be with a familiar face, you are really tired of running away, scaping for problems that are a result of your null capacity to deal with emotions. Ugh, what a word.

—Is Alfred Hitchcock, actually.—You didn't want to sound priggish, but you correct him with no time to stop yourself, an old habit.

—You got me, smarty, you know more than movies than me. Where did you get this car?—You feel really nervous even when you got this legally, you have your documents and license on time and he's being nice enough to not want to run away in a car that you technically borrowed for yourself.

—It's not mine.—No shit, Sherlock.

—No shit, Sherlock, I was asking where did you steal it.—You wanted to laugh but there's something with the uniform that just doesn't allow you to be yourself.—Are you drunk?

—No, no, fuck, no, it's just, I don't feel comfortable with cops—He raises his eyebrows but that is his only reaction.—Listen, is my boss' car, I'm doing the favor to take it to the studio, and I'm really nervous because is fucking expensive, he's an asshole, I haven't drive un almost a year because you people only use cars if you're rich or your work and lives depend on it. I'm starving.—The last part came out of nowhere, you haven't eaten anything in almost 13 hours, maybe that's the actual reason why you are that moody.

He doesn't answer right away, takes his time to look at you, what makes you blush, he's really close, closer than he's ever been. Does he smell like green apples? Not the actual apples, the artificial smell they had given to them.

—Get out of the car.—Oh no, is he arresting you? Is he finally taking revenge for every time you make fun of his Hawaiian-type shirts? You know you have too much karma accumulated and a cop making you pay for it when you don’t believe in their sense of justice is kinda poetic, and evil.

You don’t want to discuss with someone with a taser, gun, pepper spray, or who knows what else. So you take your bag, the key car, and get off defeated.

—My turn is almost over, I’ll take you to eat something, c’mon.—He walks back to his patrol and you stay still for a few seconds still processing his words, you must look totally devastated for him to offer that. How you see it you have two options, go with him and spend an awkward hour with a person you don’t like or risk getting a fine, Tim can pay it, it’s not a big deal but you don’t want to owe him even the minimal thing.

You get in the car holding on to your bag to feel calmer, this is the first time you’re fully alone with him since you found him half-naked in your kitchen. Those defined abs may never leave your brain.

—Are you cold?—He interrupts your thoughts with his question, you didn’t notice you were shaking. He looks for something under his seat and gives you an NYPD hoodie, you hold it doubting your next move, is not like you don’t appreciate the gesture but it’d be easier to take if it doesn’t get that words printed—Is clean.—He says chuckling when he sees the way you’re looking at it.

—Is not that, just, you know, fuck the police, defund the NYPD, demilitarize the pigs and that stuff.—You say putting on the hoodie anyway, is a cold night and you won't help the institution wearing their propaganda.

—Yeah, I get it, but you can't change the system just from within.—You decide is not the right moment to have a political conversation so you shrug your shoulders and discreetly smell the hoodie, a mix of cologne, green apples, and cheap soap, you know is cheap because you buy the exact same, do its job.

—I'm in the mood for pizza.—You say casually, making a deal to yourself to try to be his friend, he is a small part of your life anyway.—Domino's is open at this time of the night?

—Tell me you're not consuming that shit, dear Lord, you been here for how long, two years? I can't believe your idea of a good pizza is Domino's. Stella hasn't taught you anything?—You're surprised by the level of condescension with a pizza and you mirror his smile, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Your school program includes people from all around the world so you don't have that much experience with actual new yorkers. Logan is rich, so he doesn't really count.

—What's wrong with Domino's? I don't buy much street food, is cheaper to buy things on the food market. Besides, all pizza is good.—The mention of Sheep makes you a little tense, so you don't say anything about it, is not a conversation to have with him.

—Don't blaspheme in the patrol, I just washed it—You laugh, finally, after a terrible weekend. You can see why she likes him, there is something about his voice, smile, and his eyes that feel... calm, like watching Friends after a marathon of Lord of the Rings.—There are rules to survive this city, and I'm surprised you have made it this far without a proper guide.

—Chill out Mr. Miyagi, I'm not from the jungle, and I've learned a lot by myself.—He gives you a lopsided grin as a request, and you put your fingers up ready to enlist your acquired knowledge.—Walk fast, like you're about to be stabbed, something that actually happened to me, with an umbrella—He nods and laughs being related to it.—Number two, no small talk, no one cares, even if they ask. Number three, if you look a stranger in the eye, especially a homeless person, you have essentially invited them to approach you.

—Number four, we never eat from Domino's, Papa John's, Pizza hut, or any other chain restaurant, only trucks and local places are allowed.—You roll your eyes but you get the point, is just, again, you're not much into street food, it doesn't taste like home and the only way to eat food like that is preparing it yourself.

—Fine, fuck capitalism, let's support local places—You make an obvious fake enthusiastic tone but he nods proudly.—Number five, you don't need a car to live here, not even know how to drive. I would have successfully avoided this police brutality if I had followed that rule.

—For someone who is about to eat for free, you whine too much.—He parks the car and gives you a sign to go with him. You see him go to a pizza truck and order, you realize at the moment how ridiculous you look, so before chasing him you let your hair down, take your huge earrings off, and roll up the skirt of your dress until your mid-thighs letting the hoodie cover the rest, and clean the red lipstick with a Kleenex from your bag. Now you look more like a college person and not a rich girl who just got seized.

—Here you go.—He says giving you a slice as big as your head, looks oily and spreading cheese everywhere. Perfect.

—Is it vegan?—You ask receiving the food with an obnoxious face. His kind grind turned into a dread expression and you give him your second laugh of the day.—I'm kidding.

You are about to give it a bite when you see passing next to you a huge rat with the exact same slice as yours in its mouth, running into the dark of the night happy to have obtained the food for its family. They use to scare you when you just moved out but now they're like any other pigeon in the sky.

—Rule... whatever, a rat with a slice of pizza is a symbol for good luck, congratulations.—He pets your head awkwardly, not sure if you're ok with the physical contact, which, surprisingly, you are.

—I see rats with bagels all the time.—Pizza and bagels, that's the main culinary wonders of the city, you like it, not much to object but is hard not to compare it with your home's food.

—Is easy to confuse a rough diamond with a simple rock.—You both eat in silence, enjoying the mixed sounds of the city and all the different smells, the whole situation feels like one of those lofi music videos. You remember thinking about moments like this before getting the scholarship, what would it be like to feel normal in the city of your dreams.

—How do you know that much about movies?—He asks after a few minutes when you take a break to drink something, that pizza is not easy to take.

—When I was a kid a spent much time on my own, so my dad bought me a used DVD reproducer, and at the corner of my neighborhood was this movie store where you could buy 5 pirate movies for one dollar. They were blurred, with a terrible sound, and most of the time with the wrong movie inside but they helped me to not feel lonely. Eventually, the store closed but I've watched everything in it by then—He gives you a warm smile, you never told that story to anyone, not because is too intimate to share, but because no one asked, it doesn't sound like a question with a complex answer.—Anyway, I watched Marie Antoinette when I was like eight, and I decided at that moment that however is done I wanted to be part of that magic.

—You hear all kind of people chasing dreams in this city but is hard to find someone who actually deserves it.—You blush and you cover it with your hair but the smile on your voice is impossible to hide.

—Is that a compliment? You must really want me to like you to date Sheep.—You laugh but you can see his face tense, so you can guess your friend has been busy breaking everyone’s hearts.

—She hasn’t returned my calls in three days so I don’t think there’s much you can do—You nod, all this time you thought he was the reason she is ignoring you but apparently you are both in the same boat.—But yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking, what I should have said is, Marie Antoinette at eight? I can see where all the damage started.

You gasp and throw your napkin at his head, he easily catches it without even looking at it and laughs; that was unexpectedly attractive.

—Why a cop?—You ask, not sure where that question came from, maybe you authentically want to know more about him, he just bought you food, and honestly, that's the easiest way to win your trust.

—I wanted to be an actor when I was a child. This is the city of opportunities so you may think that if you want to chase the big wonder, this is the perfect place to do it. But I grow up surrounded by these people giving their entire lives to get something just given to one in a million so I decided is not worth it. For many years I wondered what I wanted to do with my life and the answer was really clear, my dad was a cop, a good one, or that’s what people say. I don’t remember much because he died when I was seven—Conversations about death are not your strength, everything can turn out uncomfortable if you choose the wrong words.—It might not be that glamorous but if my father died for it, it surely worth it.

—For the good ones.—You raise your almost empty can of Coke and he does the same with a grin that warms the cold weather of the night.

—For the good ones.

The next two hours passed like minutes talking about anything and everything. It just felt right to talk freely with him, you didn’t feel judged for your awkward family moments or your random thoughts, not even once because he told you his too. At some point of the night he borrowed you his gym sweatpants, any of you could just suggest going home but that was off the table, end that peace just for weather reasons would have been a tragedy.

—I read Timothée Chalamet is a dick. Is that true?—The mention of his name remains you of your life and everything that comes with it, including the middle semester project that you must dedicate your entire day, one that is about to start.—What, you can’t talk about it?

—He is a complete dick with no sense of privacy or human decency—And when he interrupts a deep kiss to look at your eyes, smile, and caress your chin, you feel like a character of his Victorian movies. But he didn’t ask that.—But the next week he’ll be no longer my problem.

—That’s why we have rule twenty-three, don’t ask for a picture of a celebrity unless they are local—You have heard about it before but you haven’t got the opportunity to decide if you like that rule because the only celebrities you have seen are from work and that club’s party opening.—That means you’ll be free to go to the Stephen Kings’ movie projection there will be for Halloween.

You don’t know if that was a proposition, a suggestion, or just a simple recommendation, and whatever it is, you noticed he was nervous to ask. Is it wrong? It feels wrong like you were betraying your friend accepting to hang out with his boyfriend without her consent. But he didn’t ask you to go with him so is safe to answer.

—Yeah, I guess—You get a moment, four seconds top, where you shared innocent, curious, and tenting gazes like three graders in the playground. And that’s the further you will allow yourself to go.—We better leave, if the sunlight touch me I’ll turn into dust.

You get off the car hood and go to the side door, but this time he opens it for you. You give him a “seriously?” Look, receiving a little push in your arm as a response.

↬☀︎︎

A distant voice asks you to wake up, softly whispers that turn into caresses on your cheek, your eyes feel so heavy, even when you are well aware of your environment your eyelids keep closed.

—Good morning, Princess—This is the first time Tom calls you that way, the change from silly nicknames to Princess is enough to get you out of hibernation. He is squatting beside your bed, his smile is the promise of a better day, and chasing that idea you give him one small back.—Your mom has been texting me desperately all day, she said you're not answering her calls and is worried.

—Fuck, my phone broke last night, can I call her from yours?—That’s an oversimplification but in the search for a better story, that's what you decide to believe and tell. Tom nods and gives it to you, he looks happy, beyond that, this is the first time you see that subtle blush on his cheeks and the eyes sparkling. You sit on the bed next to his body looking for your mom's number, slowly he moves between your legs, you have shorts and an oversized Back To The Future t-shirt, you got took the time to prepare yourself to bed last night and keep Michael’s clothes inside your closet to wash them, like The Tell-Tale Heart, a little innocent secret who feels dirty somehow

The conversations with your mom are always long, nostalgic and the tears are hard to hold for both parts; after a long life sharing almost every day with her, her absence never feels smaller. But this time is different, Tom is exploring the bare skin under your knee with his warm hands, asking for permission with curious eyes, and when you don’t object to the touch the British boy keeps his exploring mission cautiously, giving special attention to see your eyes in case something change. Is time to hang up when he gives a long and loving kiss to your knee, the less erotic kiss you could think of but so intimate to bristle your skin.

—Not nice to touch someone's daughter when is talking to her mom.—The protest of your voice loses strength at every word, he heard that and just straight his back to reach your face, the gap is almost extinct.

—We're okay, she likes me.—He assures holding your hips and pulling you a bit to him. Tom looks very comfortable with the new closeness authorization, you like it but are not very sure about it yet, most of you still think of him as your best friend.

—Did she tell you that? Are you talking with my mom behind my back?—You laugh when he does, almost like nothing changed.

—She adores me, I swear, I'm invited to Christmas, you know?—You're not surprised, she invites everyone, Logan was too but the first time he got family plans and didn't make it to the second.

—You should go, maybe we can do...—His lips touch yours in a peak at the middle phrase and makes you forget what you were about to say.—Man, the audacity to interrupt...—Then he kisses you again, deeply, using his tongue to taste your inner lip and his hands holding your shirt in fists. That's a twist of events.

—Is that ok?—You hear a weak whisper coming out of his voice but you got so mesmerized on his lips that decided to ignore it and kiss him back instead. He responds to your touch and starts to lean over you to make you lay on the bed.

Jesucristo bendito, is this happening? like, actually happening? you must look like trash, you barely took all the makeup from the night before and didn't take a shower, you start to get so worried about smells, feelings, and what that'll mean to your already too much-spoiled friendship.

However, the time of doubts is done when Sheep starts yelling in the living room, you both reacted running to the sound and looking for your blonde friend. Michael is there but doesn't look like the same as a few hours ago, is annoyed and tired for the lack of sleep, a look that doesn't match him at all.—What did you do?—You ask him fast assuming she's mad for something he did.

—Just in time, the star of the movie, I was wondering how much it will take you to be the protagonist of this.—That is Sheep's voice talking about you and what must be your heart breaking from her words.

—Excuse me?—You wish your tone would be less savage but you can't help respond the same way she did.

—Logan wasn't enough, then you got the drummer, fucking Timothée Chalamet, Tom and now my boyfriend. I'm so glad I didn't leave you alone with my dad or I'd be calling you mom now.—You have no words to that, Michael doesn't even dare to look at you, he must have told her something she misunderstood, but Sheep, or well, Stella is saying things she actually thinks and keep to herself. Tom walks in front of you whispering things to her to calm her down but she is not looking at him, you didn't tell her anything about Tom either so he's taking responsibility this time.—Go ahead and fuck the whole city, Michael if that please you but you're crossing the line with Tom and you know that, you're going to ruin him as you ruin every man that enters in your life.—She has a very you moment having the last word of the dispute and getting out of the apartment with Michael going after her but not putting much effort in it.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Taglist:

@eridanuswave @cjand10 @deluxeplanteater @rorodendra @navs-bhat @coxxxxxpi @leviosatothestars

Thanks for all the love and support, if you have opinions, suggestions, or want to be part of the tag list (Or don’t want to be part anymore) let me know, I appreciate every message.

#ben hardy imagine #michael b jordan fc #tom holland x reader #timothee chalamet fanfiction #pedro pascal #logan lerman fc #definitely maybe #fluff #angst #timothee chalamet #Tom Holland #Ben Hardy

[oatflatwhite]

Whenever I see you post about hbo war I'm always really curious what it is? Is it a tv show? (If so is it good 👀)

ohhhhhh anon okay okay okay okay i am going to be completely normal answering this ask agajdhdjdhd

OKAY SO "hbo war" is more like... an anthology, i guess??? it's what the fandom calls a series of hbo-produced miniseries about war. so far it encompasses band of brothers (2001; wwii western front), the pacific (2010; wwii marine pacific campaign) and generation kill (2008; iraq war). currently masters of the air is in production (and has been since i first joined the fandom in 2015 💀) which will be about the air force in wwii. all the series so far are based on real events, veterans, memoirs etc. so all the characters are people who actually fought in those wars; but they're obviously fictionalised portrayals, turned into drama tv, and each cast has such CHEMISTRY that's why you'll see a lot of shipping if u dip ur toe into the fandom hehe.

band of brothers is personally my favourite, it is the og, it has so many now a-list actors who were virtual unknowns back then (michael fassbender, james mcavoy, andrew scott, tom hardy, damian lewis, even jimmy fallon has a random cameo) and has the most personal involvement from tom hanks (who also directed one of the episodes). like, even if you're not super into war media??? i recommend it SO hard. it's only 10 eps, and though there's a huge ensemble cast each episode hones in on one character and follows them through one aspect of the war. the storytelling, the acting, the cinematography is just... mwah. and not to toot the fandom's horn but some of the best fic i have ever read has been in the band of brothers tag (you want some bourbon i want some oranges by jouissant i'm looking at you!!!) so, yeah.

the pacific is a little different as it has three main characters with different and interweaving storylines instead of following one company through the war like brothers. it's also much darker, more sombre, and with a lot more gore (and band of brothers already has a lot) but it's just as fantastic! generation kill can be a tough sell to people outside the fandom but it's a really nuanced story of how absolutely fucked the war is and the way it leaves you feeling very.... hollow and awful and tender in the final episode (gen kill only has 7) is like. really powerful. again, famous actors in both series who got notoriety later on - james ransome, alexander skarsgard, rami malek to name a few! a lot of people in the hbo war fandom are history buffs and have only seen the two wwii series; but i really do wholeheartedly recommend gen kill because despite the tonal shift it's still very much in the genre. AND has like. one of the best fics i've ever read in any fandom (a pacific rim crossover called you can fight the hurricane, i can't remember the author off the top of my head!)

ANYWAY this got like. long but at the end of the day. yes they have their issues mainly like an entirely male ensemble cast and for the pacific and band of brothers almost entirely white. but i might be biased bc i love war history but like. the stories they are able to tell about humanity and love and loss and grief and violence and gentleness and friendship is just so!!!!!!!! beautiful. gets me every time. i think i've rewatched brothers at least once a year since 2015 and it continues to never miss!

tl;dr hbo war refers to three separate hbo miniseries about war that are all worth watching!!!

#anon #answered #hbo war #band of brothers #the pacific #generation kill #this got so fucking long holy shit

[buckyownsmylife]

Hi Hardy Whore here just wondering if you could write Tom's reaction when he finds out you got a tattoo for him 😍 don't know how I thought of this wonderful idea but I did.😛 For headcannon Sunday

Ooooh, what an excellent idea! ✨Your mind✨, truly! 😂

Headcanon Sunday has started! Send me your ideas, I’ll be writing all day!

Let me paint you a picture

He comes back home after a few months away filming

And while that in itself already promises a hell of a night for the two of you

The surprise you had in store for him would certainly up the steam

“There you are!” He’d pounce on you as he slammed the door to your bedroom open

“God, I’ve missed you so fucking much, sweetheart…”

You barely had time to say you missed him too

You definitely didn’t have time to warn him about the surprise

So with no preamble whatsoever, Tom would definitely get rid of your clothes and throw you in bed, prepared to take you on your hands and knees

As he liked to do it

Only to stop as he realized there was something different in your right ass cheek

“Property of Tom Hardy,” it read

And he just stood there staring at it in shock while you looked over your shoulder at his mouth hanging open

Let’s be honest, you’d start to giggle

And that would snap Tom out of his reverie as he growled at you, hand slapping over the other ass cheek as he grabbed the one with the tattoo to pull you closer

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” he’d praise

Because that’s his idea of praise and you loved it

“What a fucking tease,” he’d grab your ass and play with it, still not believing it

“Did you like it?” You had to ask, because he still hadn’t really said anything about it

And once he realized it, his eyes would get soft, his hands massaging your butt

“Oh, sweetheart… You have no idea what I’m going to do to you. I’ll show you just how much I liked it.”

And so he’d start by eating you out from behind, his hands possessively spread over your ass, fingers rubbing over the letters that declared you as his now

I think he’d want to do everything from behind from then on

If he liked doggy before? Boy, that’s the only way he wants to fuck you now

And he became even more possessive, like the tattoo reminded him of how you belonged to him on a deeper level

“Mine,” he’d growl every time it caught his eye as he was pounding on you from behind

“You’re fucking mine.”

He’d love to cum over it

See the letters disappear slightly under his thick creamy white ropes of cum

Let’s just say, he definitely wouldn’t let you leave the bed that evening

But even after the surprise wore off, he was still obsessed with it

Just constantly rubbing your ass even in the most public of environments

Like he wanted to make sure the words were still there

And he’d smile to himself about the fact that no one knew you had that tattoo - only him

And the tattoo artist, of course

“I’m getting one too,” he’d warn you one day, much to your surprise

He was already covered in tattoos, after all

“But mine’s going over my chest.”

Your eyes watered when you realized what he meant, but he’d just chuckle as he kissed your neck

“You’re the only person I want to be with for the rest of my life.”

And you’d only be able to respond between laughs and tears, “… Well, I sure hope so!”

I’m horny, and I’m soft, and it’s just a fucking mood, okay?

#my headcanons #tom hardy #smut #tom hardy headcanon #tom hardy headcanons #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy imagines #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy reader #tom hardy reader insert #tom hardy reader inserts

[macgyvertape]

Venom 2 thoughts (spoilers)

Dedicating this to my friend J, very sad you moved and I hope sometime in the future we can both rewatch this together

Not up on the comics despite saying I should read them 3 years ago when the movie first came out. Plz let me know which ones I should read

expected screamer especially for post credits scene, i didn’t know who shriek was until reading up on the movie afterwards

I wish Shriek hadn’t died. I hope fandom does more with her, similar to Dr. Dora Skirth, female character killed off when they confront the antagonist for going too far

Woody Harrelson really knocked it out of the park with hitting the right tone for Cletus Cassidy. I honestly didn’t realize it was the same actor who I had seen in other films like Zombieland. Cletus just had that much of a different vibe

Shocked the movie is pg-13 despite the violence and cursing

Friend pointed out that Venom always responds half a second quicker than people do, so that’s how he knew what was up with Ms Chen, for me I had my suspicions confirmed when Venom used the word “Pussy” since he’s the only one using that word

Friend described it as “characters interacting with each-other and the plot isn’t more than to get them there” and that’s a reason I love the movie, I really enjoy character arc narratives

I have my reservations about Venom being in a MCU movie, I like that Sony  allows Tom Hardy a lot of creative control, more probably than MCU blockbuster formula.

The extra 20 minutes of runtime compared to Venom 1 really made this movie better. As a friend put it “Venom 1 is missing a middle act”, in this one characters and plots have time to breathe

We got to see Tom Hardy’s Eddie in nicer clothes, but glad he just felt grungy still. That’s probably my view of how living in that messy apartment would be hell

Looking forward to seeing gifsets of Eddie crying on the motorbike and Venom almost crying when rescuing Anne. (it definitely looked like the eyes were tearing up in both scenes)

I’m pretty sure the Restaurant where Anne announces her engagement is the same one she and Eddie have their date at in the first movie

I definitely want to read other people's thoughts on that restaurant scene, trying to figure out how much Venom actually want to get with Anne as a person or Eddie just wants the normality that he had when he was dating Anne is something that’s going to take me another viewing to figure out

Anne really is a good friend, especially handling Eddie’s first reaction of immediately comparing it to the ring he gave her (dick move) like you could tell she was hurt but she immediately had his back when things got serious

Carnage, just what good visual design. Really good cinematography for all these cgi monster vs cgi monster fight

Really despite all the death and the fact there a manhunt, the movie treats it as Eddie & Venom get to go somewhere that Venom deeply wanted to go, and work on their relationship. It’s a really upbeat note

One of my favorite scenes was Venom solving the visual clues,  using Eddies hands to highlight what was important in the drawings

Funniest line was Venom going “fuck this guy” and just killing Cletus

The Anne and Dan stuff was all really cute, Dan really is so brave

I'm just wondering how Carlton “symbiotes are the better species” Drake would have reacted to Cletus/Carmage if he had survived. If for whatever reason Riot was still around how he would handle Carnage being a red symbiote any differently than Venom.

I’m glad they didn’t woobify Eddie or Venom, there is conflict in the relationship that they have to work on, both of them are assholes to each other and outside people.

#venom 2 #venom 2 spoilers #mac watches movies

[soapsilly]

Not him - Tom Holland x Reader

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader; (slight Post Malone x reader)

Summary: (Y/N) and Tom got together on the set of Spider-Man. But the relationship doesn’t work out the way both of them had hoped for. What happens when (Y/N) gets over Tom faster than he would like? How will they act when they first see each other again in person on set for the new movie when neither of them can let go of their resentment?

Requests are open!

I guess, you could label this as Angst? Eventhough I don’t think it’s that angsty. I’m also terrible at writing summaries. Also, for the new love interest I chose Post Malone, because I needed a celebrity in the same age range as the main characters and also I’m kinda obsessed with him at the moment, so sorry if he’s not everyone’s type. However, this isn’t about him, so sorry if I didn’t exactly nail his personality.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Are you being serious?”, (Y/N) questioned her boyfriend. She couldn’t believe what she just heard.

“Here we go again”, Tom said rolling his eyes, “yes, I am serious”

(Y/N) chose to ignore that little dig at her but instead continued, “So, you’re seriously planning to move her in?”

“What am I supposed to do? Do you expect me to put her on the streets?”

“I expect you to at least talk to me about it!”

“I have known her for ages. There was no point in discussing it. She nedded a place to stay and I offered. End of story. She’s one of my closest childhood friends! Can we please not fight about this? Please? You’re leaving to shoot soon. You won’t even notice she’s here.”

"I don’t want to fight with you, love. But she’s a childhood friend that you told me you were in love with for the longest time! That I’m leaving makes it worse actually. Besides, you already spend the majority of your time with her. Do you really have to move her in now, too?”

It was true, Melanie was one of Tom’s oldest friends back in London. They grew up in the same neighbourhood and shared the same friend group. And he was crushing on her hard when he was younger.

“So you conveniently ignore that I hang out with all my old friends?”, Tom was getting more and more annoyed now. What was her problem?

“You can’t seriously expect me to spend all my time with you! I’m gone for so long at a time. Let me just spend some time with my people!”, Tom grew frustrated now.

“Your people... You spend all your free time with your people! And I’m at home going to bed alone almost every night. Why did you even ask me to come stay with you here, when you just leave me all the time?”, she was close to tears now. She felt lonely.

“I’m beginning to ask myself the same question. What has gotten into me?”

(Y/N) was quiet for a moment. That stung. The world knew Tom as that silly goofball, which he was - most of the time at least. But he could also be a proper bastard if he wanted to.

The girl took a deep breath.

“Listen, I understand that you want to help your friend but I just wished for you to talk to me first before you made that decision”, she continued much calmer now.

But Tom was having none of it. He was fired up now and annoyed by his girlfriend’s constant nagging.

“(Y/N)! How am I supposed to talk to you when you get so overly emotional all the time? You’re so fucking sensitive!”

“So you don’t talk to me at all? What kinda logic is that? Tom look at us. We’re fighting. Again. I can’t remember the last time we had a nice evening together. I can’t remember the last time we slept with each other...”

“You’re being dramatic. It hasn’t been that long”

“It has, too!”

“What do you want me to do? You’re smothering me! Of course I’d rather spend time with Mel. She’s not nagging me all the damn time!”

This was the first time he admitted to it. 

Both of them stood still, facing each other.

“(Y/N)-”, Tom started but (Y/N) just held up her hand, effectively silencing him.

“Tom. Have you cheated on me with Melanie?”

“What? Of course not! (Y/N) I love you. Nobody else. I wouldn’t do that to you”, he tried to reassure her. Suddenly he felt bad for what he said.

“Have you thought about it? Even for just a second?”

“(Y/N), please...”, he pleaded with her.

“I’m leaving”

*******************************************************************************************

It’s been a few months since (Y/N) left Tom. He still felt bad for how their last fight ended and he was sure that if he hadn’t gotten so fired up, she’d still be there with him.

Tom asked her to stay, pleaded even, when she was picking up her stuff from all over his apartment. But after the logistics of separating where figured out neither of them talked to the other. (Y/N) made it clear to him, that she wasn’t interested in talking anymore. It was hard for him to accept and move on. He’d struggle to keep his mind off of his ex-lover. There were so many things that reminded him of her - so many things that he didn’t even realize before. The smell of coffee for example.

Eventhough, it was hard for Tom, his friends kept his mind occupied for long enough to relax a little and have some fun. None of them knew about the reason for their split. He told everybody it just didn’t work out between them. Only Harrison and his brothers knew the real reason of what happened. Only they saw him struggle. 

The shooting for the next Spider-Man movie would start soon, so he’d be scheduled to give some interviews. All the tabloids were of course hoping Tom would give out secret details about the movie; that they’d be the first ones to report.

“Mornin’ Mate, how’re things today?” Harrison asked his friend, when they first arrived at the car that would get them to the interview place his management had organized.

“Actually, things are great, Haz! I think today is going to be good”, Tom answered truthfully. He was looking forward to today. There was no trace of any struggle on his face. No thoughts were spent on (Y/N) since Tom woke up this morning.

Harrison was glad. He wished for his best friend to move on and be happy again.

Tom was sitting in an empty room, lost in his thoughts after several hours of interviews, when a women in a grey blazer entered the room. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Holland”, she greeted him.

Tom was pulled back to reality.

“Good afternoon, pleasure to meet you. You can call me Tom by the way”, he greeted back. 

The women continued to set up the interview. What followed were several different variations of the same questions he had already answered throughout the day. 

While Tom enjoyed talking about his new movies, getting the same questions over and over again was getting a little boring. However, he had managed to not spoil a single thing about the movie, which he was immensely relieved about.

“So, the character of Felicia Hardy or maybe better known as Black Cat was introduced to the Spider-Man universe in the last movie. (F/N) (L/N) did an amazing job portraying her and the audience loved the new character”

Here we go again. 

Tom already knew this was coming. Every interviewer so far asked about (Y/N) and him. But he was prepared.

“Yes, (Y/N) really is an amazing actress. I’m happy I was given the chance to work with her”

 “So, you and Miss (L/N) started dating on set of the last movie but a few months ago you announced your split on social media. Last movie’s post credit scene suggested she’d be part of the new movie aswell. What do you expect returning on set, considering the current circumstances ?”, the woman continued.

Tom took a deep breath. He’s done this before.

“The split was amicable. When we realized the relationship wouldn’t work out, we mutually decided we’re better off as friends”  

Lie.

“So you two are still in contact?”

“Yes, of course. We are both busy with our schedules but we both keep in contact regularly”  

Lie.

“That’s amazing. So there won’t be any hard feelings on set”, she concluded.

“No, of course not. I’m really looking forward to seeing her again in person”  

Somewhat the truth. 

“You are one of the hottest singles on he market right now. We are dying to know: Is there anybody that has  caught your eye yet? Seeing as lately (Y/N) has been seen getting cozy with rapper Post Malone..”

WTF??

Tom tried to not show his reaction to the newly found information. He awkwardly denied having his eye on anyone at the moment and they wrapped up the interview.

Tom was grateful that that was the last interview of the day. As soon as the lady left, he stormed over to Harrison, who was just as shocked as he was. He was already on his phone searching for evidence for the lady’s claims.

“Is it true?”, Tom asked his friend.

“Seems like it...”, Harrison showed the actor his phone. A picture of (Y/N) and Post Malone outside of a restaurant, holding hands lit up his phone screen.

Tom grabbed the phone and swiped further and further. There were a few more pictures of them together. Holding hands, snuggling -  even one picture that showed them kissing.

For a second he felt a myriad of emotions cascading down upon him.

Shame. Anger. Sadness.

On one hand he felt embarrassed that he was mourning after their relationship while she was already out in the field dating around. On the other hand he felt angry. Did their relationship mean nothing to her? Was he not important to her?

And on a whole other hand he felt sad. He didn’t know what he expected but maybe there was still a little hope within him that they could get together again once the shooting would start.

But at the same time there was doubt lurking in the back of his mind. He always knew there was a discrepancy between him and her. While he was always more goofy and childlike, she was more grunge and edgy. Of course, it didn’t help that she was constantly fangirling over the musician. 

“I love a man with a clear aesthetic” is what she used to say. And who had a clearer aesthetic than Post Malone? Next to him he felt like a slice of untoasted white bread. 

“Tom?”, Harrison saw his friend spiraling.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, Tom exclaimed. 

Lashing out on the ones he loved seemed to be a recurring theme with him lately.

Harrison pulled up his his hands in surrender.

“Calm down, mate. I didn’t know either”

Tom left to wait in the car. He was awfully quiet for the remainder of the day.

So much for today being good...

*******************************************************************************************

It’s been a few weeks since Tom started shooting. As the main actor he had to be on set before anybody else did. (Y/N) arrived a few weeks later, Black Cat was not yet one of the main characters, so there was no need for (Y/N) to be there from the beginning. 

Tom didn’t sleep well the night before (Y/N) was supposed to arrive. He has neither seen her nor talked to her since she left his apartment all those months ago. He was worried as to how to interact with her.

When Tom finally arrived on set, she was already there, chatting with Zendaya. The two of them hit it off immediately when they first met during the first movie.

When Zendaya saw Tom she grew quiet. Of course, she knew about their split but she didn’t know how he would react to seeing her for the first time after it. And she would’ve much preferred to not be present during their first meeting.

(Y/N) stopped mid-sentence and followed Zendaya’s gaze meeting Tom’s eyes, who was standing like a deer in the headlights. Eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape.

“Excuse me for a moment”, (Y/N) told her friend and made her way over to her ex-lover.

“Hello, Tom”

“Hey..”, Tom was unsure what to say.

“How’re ya? Everything good?”

She always did this. Asked how somebody was and already suggested the answer to go with.

“Yeah I’m good. And you? How’re you?”, he asked her back eventhough he already know what she was gonna answer. He just knew her like that.

“You know.. It is what it is”, she shrugged, but sent him a wink after that.

They chatted for a few more minutes about how excited she was to start shooting again, but never about anything deeper.

He didn’t ask her about her new relationship. She didn’t ask him about Melanie.

Then they parted again.

*******************************************************************************************

“You again?”, Peter in his Spider-Man suit swung onto the roof, where Felicia was tinkering around.

“Hello, Spider”, the Black Cat greeted him without looking up.

“You know? I’m actually kind of on a date right now, so maybe we could settle this quick and easy?”, Peter suggested, knowing that Michelle was waiting just at the other side of the street. When Karen notified him of an attempted break-in, he made up a quick excuse and left her standing.

The girl straightened up and started to circle Peter slowly.

“Is that your girl down there? She’s cute. I wouldn’t let her wait if I were you”, she pointed towards where Michelle was standing, looking around for Peter.

Peter furrowed his brows underneath his mask.

“Nice suit by the way”, she commented further. She only wore some black combat boots, a pair of pants, a crop top and  a tighter top underneath. All black of course. The only thing that would ever even suggest she wasn’t just an ordinary girl were the black mask she was wearing and the devices on both of her wrists, that her claws and other similar gadgets were attached to.

“I, myself, prefer to not stand out as much. Not really a look you want to achieve... as a master thief, you know?”, she continued.

“You know? Someone once told me there’s usually not this much talking in a fight”, Peter told Felicia.

“Oh but we’re not fighting, silly”, she chuckled lowly. Something about her made Peter suspicious. What was she doing?

“Well, whatever it is what we are doing. I’m stopping you!”, Peter puffed his chest up.

“There’s no need, Spider. I already got what I want”, she showed him a stunning diamond collier dangling between her fingers, “do you think this suits me?” 

She held the necklace up to her cleavage, batting her eyelashes.

Peter de-puffed his chest. He seriously began to ask himself what they were even doing.

“Listen, I can get you back to your dimension. Just give me the necklace and come with me, Felicia. I can get you back home”, Peter tried to reason with her.

The Black Cat began walking again but stopped right behind him.

“Oh but why? I like it here. How are we going to have our little rendezvous when I’m gone, Peter”, she leaned in behind him and all but whispered his name in his ear.

For a while he was silence.

“CUT!”, the director yelled, “Tom, you missed your line”.

“Everything okay?”, (Y/N) whispered. 

But Tom was kinda shaken up. The Black Cat was less sexualized as she’d be in the comics. They were supposedd to be teenagers after all. But this was (Y/N). His (Y/N). He was okay acting with her but when she was so close to him that he could feel her breath tickling his ear, he froze up. His mind drew a blank and all he could do was stand there and wish that the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

“Five minute break, everybody”, the director announced.

As everybody scattered around, (Y/N) made her way over to her ex-lover.

“Hey.. Tom, are you okay?”

“Yes, of course I’m okay!”, Tom was exasperated, “Everybody misses their line once in a while! Why is this such a big deal?”. Tom pulled his maks off.

“Okay, chill! I was just trying to make sure you’re okay. You looked shaken up. No need for you to lash out at me”, (Y/N) bit back and turned around to leave.

“Wait!”, Tom rubbed his hands over his face, “I’m sorry. I’m just a little frustrated but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you”.

(Y/N) furrowed her brows but nodded quickly after. She was never one to hold grudges.

“I care about you, Tom”

For a moment they just stood there before (Y/N) clapped her hands.

“So, let’s get our shit together and kill this scene”

*******************************************************************************************

After weeks of working together this all felt like the first time all over again. Jacob would often joke that the “gang was back together” and at times it really felt like that.

“Do you remember when Tessa literally shredded your briefs?”, (Y/N) was wheezing at that point, tears rolling down her face, smudging her mascara.

“Yes and those were literally my last clean pair. Do you remember? I just came back from the press tour”, Tom continued.

All of them burst out laughing. It was their first free evening in a while and the group decided to spend it together with a few drinks and lots of food. Both Zendaya and Jacob feared that it might be awkward having Tom and (Y/N) there together but there was no trace of any bitterness or any other kind of hard feelings. They just felt like friends hanging out together.

“Wait, this reminds me... You left your mermaid blanket at my place”

“Hm, I’ll come get it next time I’m in London”

“I mean you’re of course always welcome to swing by but I really doubt you’d want that blanket, love. Tessa kind of claimed it as hers. There is so much drool on it... you better just get a new one”, Tom told the girl, eventhough he liked the idea of her back in his apartment.

“Well, she can keep it”, (Y/N) chuckled. She did notice his use of the word ‘love’ but she didn’t mind. It felt organic coming from him, he was British after all.

After that the conversations shifted and the boys strarted their own little talks about video games and whatnot. (Y/N) and Zendaya just caught up further, talking about their projects, giving interviews and photoshoots.

It was at that moment that the music in the background changed to Circles by Post Malone.

“Soooo.. Post Malone, huh?”, Zendaya wiggled her eyebrows at her friend.

(Y/N) shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

“What can I say?”, (Y/N) really didn’t know.

“Maybe start with how you two met?”, Zendaya suggested, grinning. She was thirsty for some gossip.

At the mention of the new topic Tom perked up but tried to stay low-key.

“I mean we followed each other on social media for a while at this point but never talked or anything. However, me and him attended the same event a few months back. I guess, we recognized one another and started vibing. I asked him about that one shirt he was wearing in the ‘Go Flex’ music video and he made sure to dig it out of his closet and gave it to me. After that we just kept talking”, she tried to be nonchalant but it was apparent to the others that she was a little flustered.

“Awww, that’s so cute”, Zendaya reacted.

(Y/N) broke out grinning.

“You guys don’t realize how crazy talented he is. So fun to be around and creative, too. I’ve never met anybody that extravagant but at the same time so down to earth. Our first date was at an Olive Garden. Can you imagine? We freaking drove there in a Rolce Royce”, if this were anything other than real life, the girl would’ve had heart-eyes by now.

Tom had heard enough. He stood up abruptly.

“Anybody want another drink? I’ll get enother round”, he offered. He didn’t want to make a scene. He just needed to get away for a moment.

When he returned the topic of conversation had changed, which Tom was thankful for.

“Virgin Colada for you”, he handed (Y/N) her drink.

“And for the rest of us... The grown up drinks”, he teased (Y/N), who in return stuck her tongue out at him.

The evening was too nice to ruin it now with hurt feelings. She seemed happy and as long as he could just ignore Post Malone even existed in his sphere, he’d be alright.

*******************************************************************************************

It was a nice morning on set. Tom and (Y/N) already had an early scene that was set during sunrise, which meant they had to get up earlier than (Y/N) would’ve liked.

They were given a short break but catching up on sleep would mean getting out of their costumes and messing up their hair and make up. So, not an option really.

“I don’t operate well when I’m tired”, (Y/N) whined as she and an Tom returned to where the trailers were standing.

“M’lady, may I invite you for a cup of coffee? It might lift your spirits”, Tom bowed down but looked up at the girl with a cheeky grin.

“You realize the coffee is free, right?”, (Y/N) deadpanned.

Tom shrugged and both burst out laughing, bickering on their way to the catering.

The others were already there, when they arrived. But they were not just on their own. Next to Zendaya stood a  young man and a women, that seemed to be a little older than them.

“Morning, guys, how did your scene go?”, Jacob greeted the new arrivals.

“It’s been good. Too early though.. I mean if you ask me at least”, (Y/N) answered.

“How are you?”, Tom asked.

“Everything good?”, (Y/N) added.

“Can’t complain”, Zendaya answered, “let me introduce you to my family. This is my mom, Claire. And this is my brother, Austin”

Zendaya was grinning from ear to ear. 

They were around the halfway point of shooting, which was usually when people liked their friends and family to come around and visit them.

(Y/N) mimicked her friend’s smile and greeted the visitors. It was nice meeting the family behind the actors and creators.

While Tom was greeting Zendaya’s family, (Y/N) turned towards her with her eyebrows raised.

“Girl, your brother is mighty fine”, she not so subtly murmured.

“It must be nice to have your family here”, Tom turned to Zendaya.

“Yes, of course. I’ve missed them so much”, she squeezed her mothers hand, “do you have any visits arranged?”

“Uh, no. Not yet. But I do have a little while to go still”, he answered.

“(Y/N), you must be excited for next week, right?”, Jacob asked the actress.

“Why? What happens next week?”, Tom was puzzled.

“Austin is visiting”, (Y/N) informed him.

The Brit raised his eyebrows.

“You’re kidding right?”, he was looking around, waiting for someone to tell him this was just an unfunny joke.

“No, why would I be?”, his ex-girlfriend inquired.

“Because this is low, (Y/N). Really low even”, Tom grunted, “I need to get out of here”.

With that he left the group standing and stormed away.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to stirr anything up”, Jacob scrambled for an apology. He didn’t mean to ruin the mood.

“No. Don’t feel sorry, Jacob. I’m tired of walking on eggshells around him. We are adults. I’ve moved on and he should too. Just give him a little time to calm down”, she assured him.

Then she turned towards the buffet had had her breakfast. 

The following week was a little strange. (Y/N) felt bad for Tom but she was so done with making apologies. 

The both of them still worked fine together but other than that they were a little distanced. They still talked and they still hung out as a group but whatever progress the two of them have made so far was out of the window. The tension, however, did help their fighting scenes together.

(Y/N) was sad about losing Tom as a friend but she also realized she couldn’t expect them to still be friends after she broke up with him. Being civil was enough for her -  at least for the moment.

*******************************************************************************************

(Y/N) was giddy on the morning Austin was suppsoed to arrive. She really did miss him and with the Tom situation going on, she felt especially estranged from  everything.

The musician arrived just as (Y/N) had finished her final scene for the day. She was still in costume but that didn’t stop her from sprinting over to her new boyfriend and clinging onto him.

“Austin!”, she squealed.

He engulfed her in a hug, swallowing her body completely. 

“I missed you”, he whispered into her neck. 

“Ahem...”

(Y/N) heard someone clear their throat from behind her. When she turned around, she saw Zendaya, Jacob and Tom waiting impatiently. In Tom’s case, however, he just looked more annoyed at the public display of affection.

“Don’t you want to introduce us?”, Zendaya suggested. She, too, was excited to meet Post Malone, who was one of the most successful musicians at the moment.

“Yes, of course. Austin, those are Zendaya, Jacob and Tom. Guys, this is Austin”, she introduced everybody.

“Dude, it’s so dope to meet all y’all. Being on set of Spider-Man is so surreal”, Posty beamed. He was never one to be shy around new people.

“Hey, can I leave you here for a second? How about I go change and then we go have dinner?”, (Y/N) suggested.

“Fine by me”, her boyfriend shrugged and (Y/N) left them to go change.

When she returned they were still stood there talking about god knows what. Tom looked a little displeased but other than that there was no indicator for anything other than a friendly conversation.

Austin put his arm her shoulder when she reached them but didn’t stop his conversation until Zendaya ended her sentence.

“All good? We ready to leave?”, he turned towards her and pressed a kiss on the crown of her head, as he was way taller than the girl.

Tom pulled a face when he did that, but tried to get it together before anybody could notice.

“So, are you guys joining us?”, Austin asked the group.

“Can’t unfortunately”, Jacob answered for them.

“Still got some scenes that need to be shot today”, Tom added. This was probably the first time he was thankful for his busy schedule. He didn’t think he could stand seeing them together. Especially seeing how affectionate they were with each other. There was no use in denying it anymore. He was jealous. And why was that? Because he was still in love with (F/N) (L/N).

“Aww that’s too bad, man. But next time for sure, ye?”, the rapper answered before they all said their goodbyes and parted.

At night after dinner (Y/N) and Austin were lying in bed talking about everything that they have missed out on the other’s everyday lives. Music, shooting, friends and family...

“So, how have you been? You told me you’re worried it’d be weird interacting with your ex again but he seems pretty nice to me”, Post asked the girl.

She was tracing his exposed tattoos with her finger, something he really enjoyed. Austin wasn’t always the most confident in his looks but that didn’t matter to her. 

“He is”, she finally answered, “he’s a great guy. Usually very sweet and caring.. I think maybe him and me could be friends again..”

“Wow. Seems like you miss him. Should I be worried?”, he looked down at her.

She was still concentrated on his tattoos on his chest, when he said that but looked up at him to answer.

“No. Of course n-”, she started to deny but that was already enough for him to flip them over and pepper her with kisses and tickles, making her squeal and flail around, trying to escape his grasp.

*******************************************************************************************

It’s been a few days since (Y/N)’s new boyfriend arrived and Tom hated to admit it, but Austin Post was actually a decent guy, that he would probably even like if it wasn’t for him being with his ex-girlfriend, that he was very much still in love with. Austin’s likeability made Tom dislike him even more though. It would be so much easier if he were just an overall unpleasant bloke.

“So, Austin, how long are you staying?”, Zendaya asked him over breakfast.

“Uh just a couple more days”, he answered with his mouth still half full.

“Ah that’s nice. So you’ll still be here when Melanie arrives”, Tom spoke up.

(Y/N) almost broke her neck whipping her head around at the mention of that name.

She slammed down her cutlery, stood up and gestured for Tom to follow her, which he did.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”, she yelled once she was out of earshot.

“What’s wrong with me?”, Tom whipped around.

The girl was surprised by his outburst.

“Don’t you think it’s a little class-less to literally fly out your new guy?”, his tone turned condescending.

“Goddamnit, Tom! Are we still not over that? Everybody is flying their loved ones out, why shouldn’t I?”, (Y/N) was getting fired up now.

“I could ask you the same question, (Y/N). I’m merely having a good friend of mine visit me. What’s the difference?”

“The difference is, Tom, that you flew her out out of spite. You had no intention to have her visit you, before you found out that Austin was going to come visit. We are broke up. Do you expect me to stay single forever?”

“Well, you got over me awfully fast, didn’t you Sweetheart?”, he spat the last part, not even denying her accusation. (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked with his hair unkempt from ruffling it in his frustration, but she chose to ignore those feelings bubbling up inside of her.

“Well, you made it awfully easy for me, Sweetheart!”, she mimicked him.

“And why is that? Because I helped a friend? Your jealousy ruined this relationship,(Y/N)!”, Tom didn’t mean what he said but he was too hurt to care at the moment.

“Yes, of course. I ruined this relationship. It wasn’t the fact that you literally moved in another girl?”, (Y/N) was being unfair now. She didn’t have a problem with Melanie at all. She never made a move at Tom or gave (Y/N) any other reason to disklike her. She was actually a really sweet girl. But (Y/N) was too hurt to care at the moment.

“You’re seriously worried about me having cheated on you? He is fucking rapper! What do you think he does when he’s on tour?”, Tom threw up his hands.

“Austin hasn’t given me any reason to doubt him. He’s been nothing but amazing to me. That’s more that I could say for you”, she dug at him.

To say that this didn’t hurt would’ve been a lie. Tom was taken aback for a moment before he just muttered a ‘fine’ and left her standing.

From then on it was radio silence between the two of them.  (Y/N) was looking forward to the end of shooting. When she broke up with Tom, she didn’t anticipate this all to blow up in their faces like this. She didn’t want to create a hostile environment for anybody. She knew for a fact that Zendaya and Jacob felt uncomfortable with the current situation. They felt like the victims of a bad divorce. And even Tom seemed to be more down than she had seen him in a while.

(Y/N) greeted Melanie when she arrived but other than that she kept to herself. She dreaded the day Austin had to leave again because that would mean she’d be alone with Tom and Melanie.

Tom was happy to have Mel with him again. (Y/N) wasn’t the only one that was feeling bad about the whole situation. Instead of connecting with her again, he had just driven her away further.

However, neither of them could let go of their resentment. Both of them were desperate to get some kind of reaction out of the other.

“Here, Mel. You really gotta try these! They taste amazing”, Tom held his spoon out for Melanie to try the tasty dessert. Them sharing food wasn’t something out of the ordinary for them but usually Tom wouldn’t spoon-feed his friends. At this moment, though, he tried to be as animated as possible to make sure (Y/N) noticed.

And she did notice. It took a lot from her to not give him the reaction he was gunning for. Instead she made it a point to get really cozy with her new boyfriend to show her ex that she wasn’t bothered at all.

“Babe, not that I don’t enjoy making out with you but I know you’re doing this to get back at Tom”, Austin murmured in his lover ear after they parted their kiss. His husky voice was sending goosebumps down her spine - not least because  she knew he was right.

“You should talk to him”

*******************************************************************************************

”Tom,  can we talk?”, it took (Y/N) a great deal of convincing herself to make her way over to him.

Tom was surprised, he didn’t expect her to ever speak to him again but complied.

They made their way over to her trailer and sat down inside of it. Neither of them said a word.  (Y/N) didn’t know why she was feeling so nervous. It’s just Tom. 

Get yourself together, damnit. Deep breath and go...

“Tom.. I’m sorry”, she already had thought exactly of what what she was going to say but at the moment drew a complete blank.

“What for?”, Tom was being huffy.

“Everything. You are right. I shouldn’t have just flown Austin out. I should have at least talked to you beforehand. I really didn’t mean to hurt you...”

“Me neither”,  Tom softened up.

For a moment they just sat in silence, but for the first time since they started shooting it wasn’t uncomfortable at all.

“I miss you, you know”, he looked up from his lap and into her eyes. She was about to answer, when he silenced her.

“I miss you so damn much and I hate seeing you with him. He seems like a great dude but (Y/N) be honest with me... Do you really love him?”

(Y/N) was taken aback. She did not expect that sort of question now.

“I.. I do”, she answered truthfully. Tom’s face fell. How could he be so stupid and still hope there’d be a future for them that’s anything but friendly.

“But it’s not the same... I love him. He’s amazing but he’s not you”

She felt so terrible for saying that. Austin has been nothing but loving to her and they haven’t fought once in all that time that they were together but being around Tom again showed her that there was something missing.

Tom perked up, he couldn’t believe his ears but when he properly registered her words a show stopping grin found it’s way on his face.

“That’s amazing. I mean not for him obviously but.. you know what I mean", Tom was excited. They could start over again and be better than they were before. 

He noticed that (Y/N) didn’t share the same excitement as him.

“Love, are you okay? Are you not happy?”, Tom scooted closer to her.

“No, I am. It’s just, we can’t just pick up where we left off, Tom. We.. we.. Austin wasn’t the problem that broke us up to begin with. We can’t ignore everything that has been going on”, sounded desperate. It’s true though. Just because she didn’t feel the same way for her new boyfriend as she felt for Tom, didn’t mean all their other problems were gone.

Tom craddled her face in his hands.

“Darling, it’s going to be okay. Look at me. We won’t do the same mistakes again, okay?”, Tom leaned his forehead against hers. (Y/N) was always a rather anxious person that needed to be calmed down frequently, when she was freaking out.

She took a deep breath and relaxed into his touch. It was nice to feel his skin against hers again.

“You okay?”, Tom asked.

She nodded and a small smile found it’s way on her face.

At this moment Tom couldn’t resist anymore. It’s been too long that he had felt her lips against his but just as he was about to lean in she pulled back.

“What are you doing? Tom, I’m still in a relationship... It wouldn’t be fair to Austin if we’d started foolin aroung behind his back. Let me at least talk to him before we properly make-up”

Tom did feel a little disappointed but understood what she was saying.

“Not even a little peck?”, he tried but shut up when (Y/N) shot him a warning look. One could try...

Both of them exited her trailer. While (Y/N) made her way over to where Post was waiting, Tom joined Melanie and his co-stars again. Tom’s good mood didn’t go unnoticed though.

“What got you all smiles?”, Zendaya teased.

“I may or may not have made up with (Y/N)”, Tom bragged in a sing-song voice.

“Wait what? When did that happen? Not that I’m not happy for you but last time I saw her she was making out with Post Malone”, Zendaya was thrown off by the newly found information and while Tom explained the situation (Y/N) had to break the news to Austin.

She didn’t want to have this conversation but she was confident that she was naking the right decision.

“Hey, Babe. Did you two talk it out?”, Austin looked up from his phone when his girl approached him.

“Austin? Can we talk?”, it was the second time today that she would have to use that phrase. She couldn’t but to think how cliche she sounded.

“Oh oh. That doesn’t sound good”, his smile faded, “you’re not breaking up with me, are you?”

There was no need for her to answer his question because as soon as she teared up he got his answer.

“Nononono. Don’t cry, please”, he tried to soothe her which made her feel even worse. Why was he being so nice to her?

“What happened, (Y/N)?”

“We talked”

“I figured that much”

Ouch..

“Well, I apologized and so did he. We kinda made up”

“There is probably no use trying to convince you otherwise, huh?”, Austin had already admitted defeat.

“Probably not”

“I never stood a chance, did I? It’s always been him...”, he huffed out a laugh. He sounded disappointed but he was coping.

“That’s not true. I think you are one of the most remarkable people I’ve ever had the fortune of meeting but ...”

“But I’m not him”, Austin ended her sentence for her.

“I’m so sorry. I really do love you but being on set with him again just brought back all those feelings”

Both were just sitting there for a moment.

“But we’re still friends right?”, Austin broke the silence, looking at the girl across from him.

(Y/N) blinked for a few times.

“Of course”, she was so perplexed. She didn’t expect him to not be pissed at her. He chuckled when he saw how confused the girl was. He wasn’t  mad at her. She had feelings for someone else. That’s something out of her control. He did however still want to have her in his life - even if it’d be just as friends.

“C’mere”, he held out his arms and engulfed her in a massive bear hug.

“I don’t understand. You’re not angry?”

“No, how could I? We’re cool”, he reassured her, “but I can’t promise I won’t write a song ot two about you”

“Well, I can’t blame you”

They both had a laugh about it but then the atmosphere became a little more serious again.

“I should go”, Austin broke the silence.

“You don’t have to”

“No front, but, (Y/N), I really don’t want to see you with Tom. At least not at the moment”, he explained to her. 

(Y/N) just nodded. She didn’t want to make things worse for him. While he took the news like a pro, she could still see that he was hurt. He was not about to fight a battle he already knew he couldn’t win but it really wasn’t a good feeling to be left for someone else either.

The two of them hugged it out for a little while longer and then Austin made his way to leave the set back to his hotel room to pack his bags and fly home.

He stopped to say goodbye to the others. Eventhough he would rather not see Tom at the moment, just leaving without a word would be rude. Also, he was not about to leave with his tail between his legs. He was Post Malone after all.

When he approached the others their conversation died down and Tom’s bright smile disappeared completely. There was no way for him to know how the rapper would react. But the latter decided to not say anything at all. 

Austin said his goodbyes and turned to leave but before he left, he told Tom something only they could hear.

*******************************************************************************************

Back in her hotel room, (Y/N) tried to relax after the long day she just had. The last time she was this exhausted was ages ago.

At the moment, she was getting ready to take a shower and go snuggle up in bed to get some sleep before she had to leave to shoot the next morning.

Just as she was about to hop under the warm, relaxing water, there was a knock on her door. (Y/N) didn’t expect anybody this late but she had an idea who it could be.

“Hello, Tom”, she greeted her lover.

“Can I come in? Or am I interrupting something?”, the actor looked the girl up and down. He couldn’t help but have his eyes linger a little as he couldn’t help but notice she was only dressed in a towel at the moment.

“I was just about to have a shower but you’re welcome to come in and wait”, she told him.

As he closed the door behind him she turned around and added, “or you could join me of course”

She made it sound like an option but that opportunity was too good for Tom to pass up.

Being underneath the water with him just felt right. He was a little taller than her so the water from his hair dripped down on her face as they were standing chest to chest. He leaned down and his lips met hers. She started smiling into the kiss nefore they parted.

“I missed this”, Tom’s voice was husky.

She did too. She wasn’t a fool, there was still a  lot to work through but at this very moment everything just felt right. His body against hers felt right. His lips on hers felt right. Them together... felt so right.

“I love you, Tom” 

*******************************************************************************************

Epilogue

Both of them were cuddled in bed dressed in the white, fluffy bathrobes the hotel provided, talking about anything and everything with the occasional kiss in between.

“It’s two o’clock already. We should really go to sleep if we want to be able to function tomorrow”, she reminded her boyfriend.

“At this point, I am tempted to pull an all-nighter, love”, he winked at her.

“An all-nighter doing what exactly?”, (Y/N) teased her man.

“You know? Before Post left he told me to be good to you and I think that’s exactly  what I will be doing tonight”

“I really don’t think that’s what he meant, babe”, she laughed.

“Close enough for me”, he murmured as he leaned down to kiss her once again but most definitely not for the last time that night.

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #post malone imagine #post malone x reader #spiderman imagine

[sideburndanny]

Batman Movie Villains Ranked from Worst to Best

Recently, a YouTuber I follow by the name of Mr. Rogues released a list of Batman villains ranked from worst to best. I have nothing but the utmost of respect for Mr. Rogues as a content creator, but I took issue with his list because his long-standing biases were often the deciding factor in many of his rankings. So, I decided to do a list of my own.

I’ll be going over every Batman villain to appear in the movies, briefly analyzing their portrayals and ranking them on a scale of 1 to 5. To prevent the list from being too cluttered, I’ll be separating the villains by which movie series they’re part of. Here we go!

Burton/Schumacher Tetralogy

Bane: Perhaps the only villain in this series I’d call “bad.” The calculating tactician of the comics is nowhere to be found here; instead, he’s reduced to a monosyllabic, brain-dead stooge for the other villains. Overall, he does nothing that couldn’t be done by a random henchman. 1/5

Two-Face: A deeply layered villain in the comics, Two-Face sadly gets upstaged by the other major rogue in the movie, but that’s not to say he doesn’t leave an impression. Tommy Lee Jones gives him a manic and mercurial demeanor that, combined with his colorful design, wouldn’t be out of place in the Adam West series. The size and scope of his criminal organization make him a genuine threat, and there’s something darkly fitting about Batman’s former ally being responsible for the creation of Robin. 3/5

Poison Ivy: Mr. Rogues for some reason ranked her as the worst Batman movie villain of all time, and frankly, I don’t see why. Like Tommy Lee Jones as Two-Face, Uma Thurman gives this character a delightfully over-the-top demeanor that combines with a colorful, comic-booky ensemble to make for another great “what-if-this-character-appeared-in-the-Adam-West-series” take. She does a good job juggling the differing facets of Ivy’s character: she’s the put-upon cynic, the craven opportunist, the radical eco-terrorist, and the suave seductress all in one package. 3.5/5

The Penguin: Fuck the Razzies. Danny DeVito made this role his own and set the stage for the character for years to come. He’s a bit of a departure, but a welcome one: far from the refined gentleman of crime Burgess Meredith portrayed, this Penguin is an animalistic thug warped by a lifetime of anger and hatred of the society who rejected him due to his deformities. His signature wardrobe, trick umbrellas, and Penguin gimmick are all there, but DeVito sells the role by showing amazing versatility: he can go from a comical and pitiable weirdo to a terrifying sociopath at the drop of a stovepipe hat. 4/5

Mr. Freeze: I honestly can’t say much about this character that my mutual @wonderfulworldofmichaelford hasn’t already. Arnold Schwarzenegger perfectly encapsulates both popular versions of this character: the flamboyant, pun-loving criminal genius from the Adam West series and the Animated Series’ traumatized scientist desperate to cure his loving wife of her terminal illness. Sure, the puns and hammy one-liners are what this version character is known for, but Ahnold definitely knows when to apply the brakes and give a greatly emotional performance as he tries desperately to cure his wife. 4.5/5

Max Shreck: Probably the only time you’ll see a movie-exclusive character on this list, and deservedly so. Corrupt businessmen are dime-a-dozen in Batman stories, and most of them have little personality outside of being greedy scumbags who either get defeated by the hero or betrayed by the other villains. Shreck, however, is different. Not only does he have an eye-catching fashion sense on par with any of Batman’s famous rogues, but Christopher Walken brings his signature manic intensity to the role, creating a character that’s as wicked and sinister as he is cool and stylish. You totally buy that the general public sees him as the good guy. His warm relationship with his son is also a delight to watch. 4.5/5

Catwoman: Michelle Pfeiffer does a lot to really make the character her own. She gets a lot of genuinely badass moments, but underneath all of her coolness lies the undercurrent that she’s a broken, traumatized character lashing out at the people who abused her and took her for granted. Even when she takes these ideals to unreasonable extremes, you never stop feeling like the retribution she brings on her enemies is at least a little warranted. Also, she has amazing romantic chemistry with Batman and her costume is fucking metal. 5/5

The Ridder: It’s Jim Carrey. 5/5

The Joker: This role is perhaps the one that set the standard for future Jokers to follow: Jack Nicholson’s humorous yet unnerving performance signaled to audiences early on that this would not be the goofy trickster of the Silver Age, but a different beast entirely. This Joker is a film noir gangster on crack: a disfigured mob hitman who quickly takes the entire criminal underworld by storm and unleashes his special brand of chaos and destruction across Gotham. He’s an artist, a showman, a charismatic leader, and the man responsible for ruining Bruce Wayne’s life. 5/5

Christopher Nolan Trilogy

Talia al Ghul: You know that recent trend in Disney movies where a side character we thought was harmless and inconsequential turned out to have been the villain all along in a twist with no buildup or foreshadowing with the reveal happening too late in the movie for this character to really do anything cool or impressive before being unceremoniously defeated? That’s Talia. DKR is the weakest of the three Nolan films, and I feel like it would’ve been much better received without this twist villain contrivedly shoehorned in. Also, while I could kinda forgive the trilogy’s whitewashing of other villains like Ra’s al Ghul and Bane due to the talent their actors display, Marion Cotillard doesn’t get a pass because she just doesn’t have the charisma or screen presence needed to pull it off. 1/5

Victor Zsasz: While the idea of redefining Zsasz as an over enthusiastic mob hitman instead of a serial killer is very interesting, it’s ruined by the fact that he barely even appears in the movie and doesn’t really do or say much of anything despite the buildup he gets. 1.5/5

Two-Face: Aaron Eckhart portrays Harvey Dent as a character of tragedy in a slightly different way than other tragic villains in superhero movies: he’s lashing out at a society he feels wronged him, but instead of being a lifelong outcast or put-upon loser, he was a handsome, successful crusader for the common good who lost everything he once held dear all in one fell swoop. You really feel for him even as he does horrible things. If I had to nitpick, though, I am slightly bothered by the fact that he plays some comic book movie cliches straight (i.e. they never call him by his alias and he dies at the end,) but it’s a solid performance overall. 3/5

Scarecrow: I’ll be upfront and admit that I’m more than a little annoyed that certain facets of the character had been changed in the name of “realism” — once again, they never call him by his villain name and he never wears a comic-accurate costume — but other than that, I can’t complain. Cillian Murphy plays the character with a smarmy, eerie charm that really makes his scenes stand out, his willingness to ally himself with other villains suits his character well, and the fact that he appears in three consecutive films with a different evil scheme in each really helps tie the movies together. 3.5/5

Catwoman: Much like other secondary villains in this trilogy, she really doesn’t get a chance to shine compared to the main antagonist — and, once again, it pisses me off a little that they do the whole “never refer to her as Catwoman but vaguely hint at it” thing — but she’s everything a modern Catwoman should be. She’s sly, manipulative, really holds her own in a fight, has great chemistry with Bruce Wayne... it’s all there. It’s also great to see Anne Hathaway break away from her usual type casting to play a role this dynamic. 4/5

Ra’s al Ghul: He’s a character that was in desperate need of mainstream exposure, and by God that’s what he got. Making him Bruce Wayne’s mentor adds a layer of personal tragedy to the climax where our hero has to stop the man who made him who he is from destroying Gotham with his admittedly brilliant plan. Add in a strong, captivating performance from Liam Neeson before we found out he was a racist asshole, and we’ve got one hell of an overarching villain. 4.5/5

The Joker: Everybody’s already discussed this version of the character to hell and back and likely will for years to come, so I’ll keep it very brief. He’s funny, he’s badass, he’s terrifying, he has great dialogue, it sucks that Heath Ledger didn’t live to see his performance reach the audience it got, and he basically makes the entire film. 5/5

Bane: Mr. Rogues actually ranked Bane higher than Joker on his list, and keeping it 100, I actually agree with him here. Finally, after decades of being dumbed down and misrepresented outside of comics, Bane is finally portrayed as the tactical genius from the comics. Tom Hardy plays Bane to perfection, being very believable as the peak of human physical and mental achievement, the man who broke Batman physically and emotionally. His design is iconic, his every line is quotable, his voice is weirdly fitting, and the memes are funny. 5/5

DC Extended Universe

KGBeast: Another point where I agree wholeheartedly with Mr. Rogues. He is absolutely wasted in BVS, being nothing but a generic henchman for Lex Luthor. He doesn’t wear his costume from the comics, he’s never referred to by his alias, he doesn’t have his signature cybernetic enhancements, and he never does or says anything noteworthy. 1/5

The Joker: Ugh. I don’t know what’s worst: the tacky clothes, the stupid tattoos, the weird Richard Nixon impression that passes as his voice, the fact that promotional material hyped him up as a “beautiful tragedy” of a character even though he’s only in the movie for like 10 minutes and barely does anything, Jared Leto’s toxic edgelord behavior on set done with the flimsy pretense of “getting into character,” or the fact that he’s just trying to copy Heath Ledger instead of making the role his own. 1/5

Victor Zsasz: Chris Messina proves undoubtedly that Zsasz CAN work as a secondary villain in a Batman movie. He’s once again a mob assassin who enjoys his job a little too much, but unlike Batman Begins, he really gets time to shine. He’s just as sadistic and depraved as in the comics, but he also has this disarming, casual demeanor about him like he’s just indulging a hobby instead of slicing innocent people’s faces off. His close friendship with his boss Black Mask adds some depth to the character as well. 3/5

Killer Croc: Sadly, he doesn’t get much time in the spotlight, but he’s pretty cool nonetheless. The makeup and prosthetics used to create him look amazing, and Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje’s deep voice and imposing body language make him really stand out as an intimidating presence. He’s often in the background, which fits his role as an outcast by choice and a man of few words, but whenever he does get focus, he has everyone’s attention. It really would be a shame if this character’s only appearance was in a mediocre schlock action movie, but he makes the most of what he has. 3.5/5

Deadshot: Another highlight of what would otherwise be a forgettable film, Deadshot is just as cool and competent as he’s always been in other media, but this portrayal stands out for one simple reason. Will Smith was a very odd choice to play the role, but it worked out for the best here because you get the sense he truly understands the characters. He’s ruthless and pragmatic, but has just as enough charm and depth to make him likable. 4/5

Black Mask: I, like many, was skeptical when I saw early trailers depicting Roman Sionis as a foppish weirdo who doesn’t wear his signature mask, but upon seeing the final movie, I really feel like he has the high ground over other DCEU villains. Ewan McGregor is endlessly captivating in the role, portraying him as a swaggering dandy who is nevertheless dangerous due to his boundless narcissism and explosive temper. Sure, those who deal in absolutes would be put off from the differences with his comic counterpart — who is far more cold and humorless — but from a certain point of view, this flamboyant take on the character isn’t so much a departure as it is an addition to make him stand out while keeping his role the same. Black Mask has always been a middleman between the traditional mobsters of yesteryear and the colorful rogues that plague Gotham today, and this portrayal perfectly encapsulates that. He works in the shadows, but isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty; he flies off the handle and gets reckless at times, but there’s no question that the whole operation was his idea. 5/5

Harley Quinn: Margot Robbie owns this role. She’s unbelievably dazzling as a badass, funny, sexy antihero who deals greatly with tragedy and proves that there’s always been more to her than her initial role as the Joker’s sidekick. Again, not much to say, but she’s almost perfect. 5/5

#dc villains #batman #batman villains #dark knight #dc extended universe #batman movie

[shipskicksandgiggles]

You saying you love when mcu actors also exist in the mcu made me start thinking about Robert and Tony and like hear me out.

Robert and Tony are like the same person we already know this so imagine Tony not wanting to go to meetings and stuff so sometimes he calls up Robert to go fill in for him at meetings. Robert does it and constantly jokes with the media that his greatest role as an actor is standing in for Tony Stark. They’re like so similar that sometimes it’s even hard for those close to Tony to tell the difference between them, well for everyone except Peter.

With Peter’s enhanced senses he always knows when Robert is standing in for Tony because of the differences in their heartbeats and the way they smell. No amount of cologne or acting could fool Peter and at first this frustrates Robert who asks Peter what isn’t convincing about the way he’s portraying Tony. And Peter just explains that he can actually hear the difference in their heartbeats and Tony always has the smell of motor oil clinging to him under all his fancy cologne which Robert lacks and Robert is just like so shocked by how soft Peter’s answer is. He’s spent a lot of time hanging out around the tower to observe Tony so he can properly imitate him so he knew that Peter was a good kid and really close with Tony but this instance cemented in Robert’s heart that Peter Parker is precious and should be protected at all costs. -🌸

stop wait that's literally so sweet (but also real life RDJ and Tom Holland being friends and Robert thinking 'damn this little hero reminds me of someone' pLS-)

no but deadass it's not even the Hot Tub Time Machine reference in Endgame that solidifies the existence of MCU actors in the marvel universe. it's the Manchurian Candidate because of Anthony Mackie since he was in the 2004 production which is so funny to me for no reason, and if Anthony Mackie exists that means the Hurt Locker is a thing with, yknow, Jeremy Renner

Star Wars alone existing confirms Samuel L. Jackson, Paul Bettany, Erin Kellyman, Donald Glover, Andy Serkis, Lupita Nyong'o, and Taika Waititi, not to mention ScarJo in relation to Adam Driver thanks to Marriage Story and Hayley Atwell (and presumably Dominic Cooper) since she was married to Ewan McGregor in the live action Winnie the Pooh. and honestly that list probably isn't complete but I'm laughing so hard about it (Tom Hardy and Daniel Craig both play stormtroopers btw so they're not included but it is worth noting for Venom and Chris Evan's sake)

Andy Serkis' existence would actually establish the Hobbit (with Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch) furthermore establishing BBC's Sherlock with the same two, along with other Sherlock Holmes adaptations like the one with RDJ and Jude Law

Brie Larson and Tom Hiddleston did that one movie together (Kong: Skull Island I believe), and she did the Unicorn with SLJ. Chris Hemsworth was in Star Trek with Zoey Saldana and MIB with Tessa Thompson

James Spader (the voice of Ultron) was in the Office and did the "I'm the f*cking lizard king" bit that I can recite by heart and it makes me giggle every time I watch aou

earlier I mentioned Dominic Cooper (young Howard Stark) and I think it would be funny if Steve and Bucky watched Mama Mia and were like "What the Fuck is Howard doing????"

I just. superheroes getting confused with their actors is endlessly funny to me dude given time and resources I could probably come up with enough connections to break the marvel universe apart and I'd laugh the whole time it's golden

#asks #answers #🌸anon

[iamapuffhuffle]

Lists of characters that are just yum!

List of characters who I would like to write about in the future ~ maybe. Plus this is a list of who I love <3

-I didn’t add anime/cartoon characters cuz that’s going to be a different post. This list is long anyways.

Yautja (Predator) (yeah an alien)

Just looks at that beast (clearly doms XD) They are just really cool~~!!!!

~Hated The Predator(2018) I did like the Fugitive predator though, he was dope, but the upgraded predator was not needed. He does not look yum yum XD

Black Noir (The boys) 

Not doing the comic book one...fucking never... only tv show one. Tv show one is uwu! Look at his pose! Damn bee!

Quote~ He doesn’t say anything but he uses his body language and sometimes it comes off adorable.

Nathan Mitchell does a great job even without speaking <3

Mando (The Mandalorian) 

aka Din Djarin Just wow! ;) Great father to Grogu! Just ahh! Love him!

Quote~ “You ready to lay low and stretch your legs for a couple of months, you little womp rat? “ ~UWU

 I just have a thing for masked figures I guess XD

Halfdan (Vikings)

Love Jasper man! Love Halfdan man...He just ahhhhh a yes for me

Quotes~  “Maybe she loves him. And, if she loves him, then he is somebody.” ~When he said this, it was so adorable idk, just pulled my heartstrings. 

“It may have escaped your attention but I am not married myself. You know why? I don’t understand women any more than you do.” ~Just made me adore Halfdan even more.  

Rollo (Vikings)

Great bod~~~~ Like really great bod XD Handsome man...very handsome man lol

-I didn’t like Rollo in earlier seasons, love his relationship with Gisla though.

Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders)

Fellow dog lover, damn and damn, his rough voice just hits me a way. Tom Hardy is just so good in this role!!!!!!!!

Quote~ "I once carried out my own personal form of stigmata on an Italian. I pushed his face up against a trench and shoved a six-inch nail up his fucking nose and I hammered it home with a duckboard. It was fucking biblical, mate." ~Every line that comes out of Alfie’s mouth is freaking great. He takes every scene he is in!!!

Finan (The Last Kingdom)

Just look at him! Finan in this sleeveless shirt! Also, I just feel like his hair is really soft. Also his accent ! I’m in love with Irish accents! Finan is a quick to the witts characters, Which makes him a lot more likely and more adorable.

Quote~  "Hey big man. We're guilty of being hungry and tired, my friend. That is all."

Kandomere (Bright)

Yes sir~~~~!!!!! I hoping for a second movie and see more of Kandomere cuz he wasn’t in the movie enough. Really only watched the movie for him shhhhh~

~I want to know about the universe that they are living in, it’s really interesting, and they talked about it slightly in the movie. 

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

I don’t like the smell of smoke so... but he’s still hot. 

Hopefully next season we learn what happened with Max and Billy, but mostly he was a d-bag because of his father, that’s why usually probably stem from, ANYWAYS ----- he has some great hair just like Steve. 

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) 

I’m a nerd and he’s a nerd... Reid is just a tall adorable nerd and I love him!

~He has some ups and downs like any other person, which I like about his characters. He is insanely smart. He’s also socially awkward. Which I relate a lot. Love when he switches up his hair styles they are always so adorable. 

----------Okie dokie.....I’m done with this. I have more list ideas which I’m gonna post when I get some writers block when writing fics. 

#characters #fandoms #fictional #fictional characters #brightmovie #kandomere #black noir #theboys #predator #yaujta #peaky blinders #alfie solomons #vikings halfdan #VikingsRollo #rollo lothbrok #Halfdan #finan #Thelastkingdom #mando #din djarin #Yummycharacters #billy hargrove #spencer reid #Strangerthings #criminalminds

[wouldpollyapprove]

She’s Not Yours: Part Two

Summary: Y/n and Finn have been friends for a few years, meeting when he let a few men know that she was no longer theirs to catcall. They were the best of friends, but Y/n wasn’t as honest with him as she wanted to be. But how could she be when she involved with his brother. Life couldn’t get any easier for her when she found out that Finn had developed feelings for her. What a rough position she’d found herself in.

Thomas Shelby x Reader / Finn Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Violence, lanugae

A/N: I wrote this while writing Legend, which has Tom Hardy in it, and I fucking loved it. It was amazing and he did an amazing job portraying Reggie and Ronnie. And I loved the whole cast. It was like two hours but totally worth it. I’m also pleased with how this turned out. I was unsure how I would make a second part of this but here it is. 

Part One

Masterlist 

With Y/n’s quick departure, the Garrison was a war zone, Tommy and Finn at each other’s throats. One angered over what he felt had slipped between his fingers, the other outraged that he may not be the first choice. Neither were willing to back down. As foolish as it was, they were both willing to die for their cause. 

Arthur and John shared a look, one that told the other it would be a long night, as their brothers’ rage spilled out into the main room. They were there to drink, but from the looks of it, they were there to break up a fight.

“Fuck you, Tommy!” Finn spat as his fist connects with his brother’s jaw. Tommy staggered back, hitting the door frame of the private room. “Fuck you!”

The older man was at a loss for words. Most of the time, his youngest brother was all bark and no bite, but it seemed the dog had come out in him. His punches were clean and movements swift. Finn was no longer a blinder, dependent on his blade and pistol. Instead, a boxer with iron fists and feather feet. This was not his brother, not the one he knew.

“You fucker.” Tommy composed himself and wiped a bit of blood from his lip. “You think you’re tough now, don’t you?”

The two brothers that watched from the sidelines did nothing to intervene. Tommy and Finn would fight no matter what they did. So, there they stood, leaning against the bar, as they watched their brothers throw glasses at each other and dodge punches, waiting for them to grow tired.

Those wanting to enjoy their evening in the pub found that it was time to go home when Tommy landed on a table, its legs gave way from the force. People finished off their drinks, some left them half have empty and escaped through the door. As much as everyone wanted to stay and watch, putting money on a certain outcome, they knew it best to leave. Peaky business was meant to be just that: Peaky business. No one wanted to stay just to be grabbed by the collar and thrown out the door by John or Arthur.

Harry, though, he wanted to have a pub left by morning and did what should have been done when glasses shattered against the wood floor. With a heavy sigh, he reached for the telephone and dialed the one person that would end the violence. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” Polly’s stern voice filled the empty pub as her eyes landed on her nephews that were trying to kill each other. Nothing else had to be said for John and Arthur to finally come between the men. John grabbed a bottle from Finn’s raised hand with one hand and held him back with another. Tommy huffed when Arthur stood between him and John, his muscles relaxed a tad as he wiped the sweat from his brow. When all was calm, their aunt asked again, “What the fuck is going on here?”

The tap of her foot echoed through the room, all her nephews afraid to answer. Of course, John and Arthur weren’t exactly sure what the fight was over, more impressed with the fact Finn decked Tommy. “Well?”

“Finn here is mad that someone desires me more than him,” Tommy pointed at his youngest brother.

He rolled his eyes. “You’ll only get her killed.”

“You shut your fucking mouth!”

“That’s enough, Thomas,” Polly said through gritted teeth. “Who are you two blockheads fighting over? Tell me it’s not Y/n.” Silence fell over them once more, answering her question. She groaned, “You idiots! I assume you scared her off too.”

“Well, it seems I’m the only one that knows how to treat a woman right,” John laughed before his aunt told him to shut up. 

“You two better figure this out before I do,” Polly warned. “She deserves better than this.” She gestured to the broken table, shattered glass, and bruised men. “Y/n deserves to be happy, not miserable.”

While the Shelby brothers sorted there shit out, Y/n was a miserable mess. Coming home with puffy red eyes, her mother begged her to explain what had happened. The woman was as loving as she could be but couldn’t find it in her heart to understand her daughter. She cared, but never enough. Between sobs, her mother did nothing but scold her when the name ‘Shelby’ rolled off her tongue. Shouts could be heard down the street as Y/n’s mother told her that she’d gotten what she deserved.

“They’re no good gypsy gangsters! I thought I raised you better than this! Better than to be a fucking whore!” Her mother screamed behind her, watching her daughter run up the stairs to the sanctuary that was her room.

With the bedroom door shut and locked behind her, Y/n slide down the hardwood onto the floor and pulled her knees close to her chest. She shouldn’t have said anything, nothing would help anyway.

Her mother never minded Finn, he was a fine boy as long as he never entered the house and his name never spoken around the table. The Shelby family, though, was a different story. They were the enemy in her mother’s eye. The ones out to ruin their lives. Y/n wasn’t allowed to be around the family, but that never stopped her. What her mother didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

But now she knew. 

She knew that her daughter did more than run around with Finn. She did more than just have a drink at the Garrison. Her daughter was a fucking whore in her eyes now.

As the night dragged on, the tears never stopped but Y/n decided to push herself off the floor and try to get some sleep. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning, sleep finally caught up with her and she let peace overtake her. There were no tears behind her eyelids, no fights, no brothers, no unloving mother. There was nothing but fields of green and pure white daisies. 

Like all things, that came to an end.

Y/n batted her eyes, letting them adjust to the light that peaked through the window. A groan escaped her lips when her door rattled, her mother on the other side. 

“Open the fucking door, Y/n! I need you to go to the market!”

The girl sighed and sat up. The market was better than home, so she couldn’t complain. Quickly, she changed her clothes and smoothed down her hair. Moments later, the door opened, her mother’s furious face staring right at her. 

“About fucking time!” she spat and shoved a piece of paper in her hands. “These are what I need.” Y/n nodded and went to move past her mother, but the woman grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her back. “Don’t you fucking think of going to see those Shelby boys,” she whispered in her ear. “Or I’ll tell your father what you’ve done.”

Y/n nodded and turned for the stairs before her mother could see her paling face.

The streets were packed as men set off to work at the factories and women to the shops. Y/n kept her head down, afraid of how fast word traveled in Small Heath. Few knew what had actually taken place at the Garrison the night before, but people had creative minds and loved spinning stories out of nothing. It wasn’t ridiculous to fear gossip.

Marking off things from her mother’s list, she did her best to move as quickly as possible. Even if there was a crowd, her mother would simply believe she’d stopped to speak with Finn or Tommy and tell her father. Y/n couldn’t have that. Not when she knew the temper that man possessed. 

She wasn’t even halfway through the list when a paper was dropped in her basket. She turned to see the delivery man but caught nothing but the sight of other women looking at the selection of fruit. Y/n glanced back at the note before picking it up. Once open, her eyes scanned the ink along the page. In unfamiliar writing, it requested her presence at the Shelby residence.

“Fuck,” she swore, turning her back to the tomatoes in front of her. Moving through the crowd she sighed. That was the one thing she’d been told not to do. But her feet carried her there anyway. It was an accident, really. Walking cleared her mind and that’s what she did once she was away from the market. She walked and walked and walked, ending up closer to the Shelbsys’ house than she would have liked.

It was too late to turn back once she realized. So close, it wouldn’t be right to turn away now. One foot in front of the other, she bit back her fear and went up to the front door. With shaking hands, her knuckles hit the door, waiting for a response. Shuffling behind the door made Y/n wish she’d headed home. Then the door opened.

Polly gave the girl a sympathetic smile and opened the door wider. She entered the house, the smell of biscuits wafted through the air. Polly led her to the kitchen, where Tommy and Finn sat opposite of each other at the table. Y/n stopped in the doorway when their eyes landed on her, unsure of what to do. 

They were going to make her choose, weren’t they? The thought made her breakfast want to reappear. She could n’t do that, she couldn’t choose. Finn was her best friend, she would be lost without him. He was the brother she’d never had, the friend that would stay up all night to help soothe a broken heart. Y/n couldn’t lose that. Then there was Tommy. He made her heart flutter and treated her like adult she was. He made her feel safe and gave her the stability she lacked at home. 

“I’ll leave you three be,” Polly stated and grabbed a cup of tea. “Any fighting-” She pointed at Tommy and Fin. “-and I’ll kill you both.”

With her exit, Y/n shifted her weight from one foot to another, her nerves getting the best of her. She couldn’t stand to look at the two men, who’s eyes were trained on her. Shame was all she felt, that she’d put them in such a position.

“I’m sorry, I really am,” she shook her head, eyes on the ground. “I should have never put you both in this position.” She wanted them to be mad, it’s what she deserved. But neither of them seemed angry, their eyes soft.

“Tommy told me you didn’t want to hurt me with your relationship,” his words were soft, bitter at the end. “I shouldn’t have gotten angry, not when you cared so much. You shouldn’t be sorry, I should.”

A soft smile from her friend coaxed her closer to the table. Finn was probably still angry, but at least he understood, that’s all she could ask for. She knew, though, that Polly had a part to play in this. Probably threatening the boys to kiss and make up. It was times like this she was glad they were a tight-knit family.

“You’re okay with it?” she asked, close enough for Tommy to pull her onto his lap.

“Are you okay with it Finn?” He flashed his brother a smug smile, content that he was getting what he wanted as usual.

Finn groaned, rolling his eyes. “Just give me some time to get used to it.”

*~~*~~*

Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist.

@amirahiddleston @haphazardhufflepuff @woahitslucyylu @mzcrazy2 @lovemissyhoneybee @multi-fandom-iimagines @tarafaithe @jenepleurepasbaby @fernweh-fangirl @the-anxious-youth @theshelbyclan @wtfdanness @chloeforde @futuristicslimemongerbanana @lucillethings @nemesis729 @captivatedbycillianmurphy

#the peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinder fanfic #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagines #thomas shelby x reader #finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #finn shelby imagines #finn shelby x reader