#'don't fangirl all over tom AGAIN.' | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

divinelolita · 1 year ago

Note

Hello! I love your writing so much, you saved me with the x male reader 🙏🏻 I was wondering if you could do one where Bill is always denying his sexuality. Like, reader already has feelings for him and Bill likes reader too but tries to push it away and in an interview Bill gets asked about liking men and he's like "of course I don't, it would be a waste for all the pretty girls" and stuff, just like that one interview and reader is kinda hurt. But when they get back to the tour bus and they all fall asleep, reader wakes up late at night and walks up to Bill crying and when he asks him what's wrong Bill expresses his fears and that he just wants to be loved for who he is and don't feel ashamed about it (already crying omg 😭) and then reader gets the opportunity and tells him about how he feels about Bill. In the beginning Bill denies it like, "no you can't love me, why me?" and insecurities and stuff but at the end reader kisses him and Bill gives in and then end up sleeping in each other's arms, Bill being the small spoon you know 😩 I hope you like the idea! Thank you so much!!

BILL X READER: INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA

hii love! im so glad you like my writing 🤞😻 ewwwahh it gets corny during the confession part but erm..

"Let's welcome Tokio Hotel, ladies and gentlemen!"

Bill wanted to puke as he heard those words, hearing all the fangirls and boys scream and squeal like guinea pigs. His stomach curled and he actually felt sick. Oh god, was it too late to cancel an interview? He just wanted to go back to the tour bus, to just sit and watch TV..put on one of M/N's favorite shows and eat snacks and.. -

"Bill, c'mon let's go! We'll follow you out." Tom hissed, patting his brother on the shoulder with a small push. The dreadhead paused, about to ask if Bill was feeling okay, because he looked ill and slightly more pale than usual, but Bill had already began to walk out from the curtains, praying to whatever god was out there he wouldn't trip. M/N followed shortly behind, giving Bill a smile when he looked over his shoulder with a fearful expression.

Bill sat down in the black chair on the stage, listening to the roars and claps of fans come from the space before him. He looked over at M/N, feeling his heart beat quicken. He really did like interviews sometimes, but actually sitting down infront of thousands of people was enough stress to make him go into tears. Although, as he looked at M/N, all his nervousness and anxiety slowly melted away with a small smile, accompanied with a pat to his shoulder. "We got this Bill, it's just like every other time."

He comforted, not looking away until Bill gave a soft nod and grin, thanking the boy under his breath as the applauds slowly died out. He turned his attention to the interviewer infront of them, an older man with greyish-blonde hair. Bill quite liked his tuxedo, he wondered if he could buy the same. His heart skipped a beat as the interviewer cleared his throat, folding his hands as he looked at all the band members.

"Ah..It's so nice to have you guys here!" The interviewer grinned. Oh god, the roars started up again, whistling and hoots coming from the crowd. The band could only smile and laugh, giving nods as they answered "Its great to be here." although it could barley be heard. As soon as the cheers died down again, the interviewer continued. "Hmm, there are a lot of people here. Why don't you all introduce yourself?"

Why oh why? Didn't everybody already know their names? Why did he have to introduce himself? Why why why why-

"I'm Bill Kaulitz. Singer." he smiled, looking over at the camera infront of them.

"Tom Kaulitz. Guitarist.."

"Georg Listing, I'm the bassist."

"Gustav Schäfer. Drums!"

"...M/N. Bassist aswell."

The crowd whooped inbetween everybody, which was starting to get old for Bill. Tom probably didn't mind, his twin watched as the brunette was looking off into the crowd, most likely at some hot chick. Bil resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he didn't want that on TV.

Bill sat nervously, on the edge of his seat as he saw how the interviewer glanced down at his notes before directly looking at Bill himself. "Mm.. Let's start with you Bill, yes?" God no. No thank you, anybody else start please.... "Yeah, why not?" Bill gave a small chuckle as he fixed his posture slightly. He braced himself, heart thumping as he stopped all movements as he began to ponder what the question would be. Oh no.. Please no.

His heart stopped as the interviewer leaned in with a sly smile, squinting his eyes slightly almost as if he was taunting Bill. "So, Bill," he began, taking a second to look at the crowd before continuing, "There's been some rumors squirming about your sexuality, as you might have heard due to the makeup and clothing...care to set the record straight?" Oh.

The crowd was uncomfortably quiet, looking at Bill with piercing eyes waiting for his response. Bill could feel the looks his band members were sending him, even Tom was looking directly at him with a quirked eyebrow. Bill cleared his throat, his mouth going dry as he felt his heart beat quicken. "Oh, no, no, no. I'm definitely not gay...would be a waste to all the girls don't 'cha think?" he responded, trying to ease the air. He nearly let out a relieved sigh as he heart the audience laugh a bit and clap.

He got the courage to look at his band members, but they didn't seem to care. Tom gave Bill a soft nod before returning his gaze to the audience. Georg gave a small smile and Gustav Rose his eyebrows for a second before letting them go back down, now looking at the interviewer awaiting the next question. As Bill looked at M/N, he expected him to at least give a soft grin, but no. He gave him a weird look...a look mixed with emotions Bil couldn't distinguish. He almost looked..sad? A tad bit hurt?

M/N could only clench his fists, blinking back tears threatening to fall. His heart sank deeper and deeper with each word Bill had spoken, and he felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly. He felt as if Bil was holding back- hell he knew he was lying. He knew Bill better than anyone. Okay..maybe not better than Tom. But he just knew something wasn't right.

Bil could only sigh as he leaned backinto hi seat, trying to ignore the thoughts he had about possibly angering M/N. He didn't intend to make him sad! Or hurt. Or whatever the hell he was...

Why was he so..upset?

---

Bill stammered back into the tour bus with a groan, barley making it to the couch. He plopped himself down, not bothering to take off his makeup. He heard a soft laugh from Tom as his brother put a hand to his forehead, checking if he was ill or overheated. He could make out a faint command come from his brother, yet didn't respond until the third time he said it. "Take off your jacket, you'll get too hot." he stayed motionless for a moment before removing the leather piece of clothing, taking it to the bunk beds as he threw it down next to his bunk. He pulled off his shoes and got into his bed, his hair still spikey and hard with hairspray.

M/N didn't really talk as the tour bus drove on, giving a soft smile to Georg when he had been told he was very well-spoken during the interview. He barley talked as he ate dinner, twirling the pasta on his fork as he spaced out, being reminded by Tom it would be cold if he didn't eat it. He glanced over at the unopened container of pasta, having the word 'Bill' written in chicken-scratch-like writing.

Then he glanced back at where Bill was laying down, how he could hear soft snores and shuffles come from the bunk. He felt a pang in his heart as he thought about just how beautiful Bill was today, how his makeup was more perfect than usual and how his clothes stood out. How his hair looked so gorgeous and how black his fingernails were.

How was it possible to be so amazing? He has always wondered whenever he glanced at the singer. Whenever he took a peak at Bill he couldn't pull his gaze away, mesmerized by the beauty infront of him. He just..loved Bill so much. Yet Bill didn't like boys, according to him. No, he liked girls.

M/N didn't speak for the rest of the night, going straight to bed shortly after he finished the last of his spaghetti.

M/N groaned as he suddenly awoke, his shoulders hurt and he couldn't move his legs for a few seconds. He turned to the other side of his bed, smiling when he became comfortable again. He muzzled into the blanket slightly as he sighed, looking forward to sleeping again. Until he heard a small sniffle. He tossed his head lazily over his shoulder, wincing as he pulled the muscle. The air was quiet, accompanied by the occasional snores coming from Gustav.

M/N ignored this, letting his head fall back down as he closed his eyes once more. He felt so good, he was so comfortable and he was so warm. He felt himself start to lose consciousness, hearing nothing but the faint beat of his heart in his pillow, and then another sniffle was heard. This time with a small sob attached to the end. He heard shaky breathes come from somebodies bunk, yet it was too high pitched to be Georg. Who would be crying right now...

"Bill?" M/N whispered hoarsly, his voice raspy and quiet due to just waking up. He listened to how the noises stopped the moment he said something, how the shuffling had instantly paused. He took a second to think if he was really gonna get out of bed. He was so damn comfortable, he was in the perfect position and...

M/N slowly got out of bed, wincing as his legs nearly gave out on him. He stood for a second, stretching, before he walked over to Bills bunk, the curtain covering his bed. He awkwardly stood there before whispering another soft "Bill.."

This time he asked, he heard another shaky breath followed by a sniffle. M/N hesitantly reached his hand out, pulling at the curtain softly. There Bill sat, knees up to his chest and his arms holding them even closer. His head was perched on his kneecaps as soft tears went down his face, down his cheeks and onto his neck and shirt. M/N took a second before he sat down next to his friend, attempting to comfort him.

Bill sat still, although soft sobs would escape his mouth. Although it was clear he was holding back, since his body was shaking and trembling. His eyes were basically red and his cheeks were flushed with pink. He could barley look at the boy next to him, only being able to glance over before he took in a shaky inhale and started crying again.

It stayed like this, completely silent apart from a few sniffles from Bill and snores from Gustav before M/N began to talk. "Bill..what's wrong?" He questioned, a hand going to rub his bestfriends back. Bill took a second before responding, leaning into the touch of his friend. "I'm..I’m scared, M/N." Bill muttered, his voice high pitched as he tried to stop his tears, soft whines coming from his mouth as he tried to breath probably.

"I'm just scared of being outed to the public..god they already think I'm gay anyways..." he hiccuped, his hands going up to harshly wipe his eyes. "I want to find someone..who likes me for me. Who actually likes me, M/N. I just wanna date and not have to worry about the gender of the person and..." Bill trailed off, covering his head with his hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm making this so awkward." he groaned, feeling uncomfortable as M/N stayed silent.

"I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have to be scared, Bill. It sucks that we're famous and everything's on TV, huh?" M/N let out a watery chuckle, taking Bills limp hand into his own. "Ive seen you for who you truly are, how you are off screen. The real you. I love every part about you Bill, I truly do. I love you so much, all the way from your spiky hair to your platform shoes. I love you so much. " Bill peaked up from his arms, looking at M/N with an expression mixed with confusion and horror.

"No...no you can't. You can't love me that's not..." Bill blabbered, eyes flickering back and forth from M/N's. His heart beat quickened and he was sure it was going to pop out of his chest and fall out infront of them. "It's not right." Bill said, although his eyes filled with tears as he inched closer to his friend, actions going against his words.

M/N stayed silent, looking at Bills beautiful face before he leaned in, going to peck Bills lips. Bill nearly pulled away, but felt himself slowly melt into the kiss, gripping M/N's hand tightly. This wants right, he knew it. Or at least he thought he knew. He couldn't think about anything else other than M/N right now as the boy held his free hand into Bills chin. Bill felt an ungodly amount of weight lifting off his shoulders as his anxiety slowly drifted, leaving him feeling content and..strangely calm.

As M/N pulled away, he watched as Bills eyebrows scrunched in concussion, still holding M/N's hands tight. M/N traced the lines in Bills hands as best he could, due to the lighting not being the best before pulling away, and pulled up the covers from Bills bed, starting to get up to go to his own bunk. "Wait!" Bill whisper-shouted, trying not to wake the others up. He gripped onto M/N's forearm tightly, which made M/N pause and look at Bill with concern.

"Stay. Please."

Bill didn't need to say anything else. M/N crawled back in, laying next to Bill as he pulled the covers over both of them. "C'mere." M/N mumbled sleepily, feeling his eyelids grow heavy once more. Bill happily shuffled over, allowing himself to be spooned by his friend. Or boyfriend. Bill truly didn't know. That didn't matter right now though. All that mattered now was M/N's hand draping over Bills waist, holding him close.

Bill could only wish M/N would still be here with him by morning.

#i am NOT good at love confessions tf #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #im so hungry #i want icecream #x male reader #x reader

140 notes · View notes

sleepynegress · 9 months ago

Note

Like I said zawe is lucky and Tom hiddleston is the best and hes sexy you need glasses

Ahhh them. I'm gonna answer this nicely in hopes of maybe helping with growth? Love isn't "luck". What is initially physically attractive to many? Is often determined by what society tells you is.

I've been fortunate enough to have lived long enough to see "beauty standards" change. I remember when people didn't want BBLs or curves. I've seen the cute TikToks where moms would show their teen daughters the "hot guys" from back in the day and the girls would just go "Eww!". Figuring out what you really want, or don't, often comes with experience; the variety of people you get to be around and care for in life, and how open you are. Often "pretty" people become ugly through their actions, vice versa, and everything in between...

It's a whole package thing. In my deep MCU days, Tom didn't cross my radar because he came off as feeding on the attention and fame. I mean he was cute back then but in a twinky way, IMO. Boyishness makes me want to mother you, not think you're hot. But for the younguns I get it. The housewives? My lip is curling up and I'm side-eyeing a bit... at least for back then. Plus his fandom came off like too many I've encountered that treat white men and their characters like they are infallible, but need protecting somehow?.... Again it added to that little boy sense of him. Since then, (in my parasocial speculations), he's acquired some wrinkles and wisdom and learned that what he thought he had in all that Hollywood attention, wasn't "real" and now he actually does seem attractive because he's a grown man, now. Now, it's if Gene WIlder and Lee Pace could have a middle-aged baby, it would be Tom. All those things that drew such a following back then came off as performative and people-pleasing to me. The lack of boundaries, the talking over people, and going on and on... My grandma would have said he was smelling his upper lip. He was academically intelligent but often came off as socially naive, IMO, and I think most could infer the most naive stumbles he made in that era...*ahem* Zawe was one of many Black women from before I knew of Tom who I rooted for in the industry. ... Many of whom, you don't see much anymore, sadly. But the difference in their journey IMO & her accomplishments w/o the money, gender, and racial privileges her partner has, says a lot about the kind of character Zawe possesses. Again, parasocial! ... but I see a man who encountered a grown woman not enamored by or deeply entangled in the industry but had carved out her own path despite lacking all those things the industry demands you have to have, to succeed. A smart person would be impressed by that and her authentic kindness, sense of humor, intelligence, and joy in what she does...on top of being what he likes physically (we not gonna act like that man does not always ping or have the best onset chemistry when a leggy woman is around).

He's a leg-locked king (apologies or you're welcome for the imagery). He seems to be a gentleman and Zawe is not one of his little fangirls. They come across as equally enamored, and grown, and I would like to think they have a healthy loving partnership. Which makes them both extremely lucky.

#tom was steven universe as a child #skipping around singing giant woman #and then he got one as an adult #tom and zawe #meta #ask #I turned it wholesome and educational I hope #but seriously leave zawe alone #tom hiddleston #zawe ashton #also that man can only dance well to the white gaze #he dances like a typical white guy #...he can work his hips tho

44 notes · View notes

thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 2 years ago

Note

do you have any thoughts you'd like to share about Jake and Bonnie's relationship in the Eleutherophobiaverse? i feel like we don't see those two interact very often, but i'm curious to know what they think of each other. does she just see him as her boyfriend's morose little brother? what is her perspective on his role in the war or his relationship with Tom?

Bonnie's stepping out of work, squinting at the sunlight, thinking of getting a taco or 10 before she heads home, when the phone in her purse goes off.

"Crap," she says tiredly, since it's probably her boss with some kind of breaking news. But she flips it open, and holds it her usual 6 inches from her ear. "Good afternoon," she says, speaking loud. "This is —"

"Bonnie Park, right?"

It takes her a second to place why the voice sounds familiar. When she does, she almost drops the phone.

She's waved to him twice, coming or going from Tom's place. She's heard complaints about his double-dipping a spoon in the peanut butter jar. She recognized him on sight even before the war, the freshman with a locker three rows down from hers who always seemed too distracted to remember his own combination. She watched him bleed, and kill, and nearly die, in hundreds of hours of the footage she edits and sends to her manager.

But this is the first time she has spoken with Jake Berenson. And a part of her can't help the silent scream of excitement and nerves and, yes, a little bit of the fangirling that every zombie tends to do with regard to the Animorphs.

"Yeah, this is Bonnie." Thankfully, her voice comes out normal. Not quite inflected, but normal. "Jake, right?"

"Yes." He takes a breath. "Are you free right now?"

Bonnie looks at the phone, even though there's nothing to see but rows of buttons. "Yeah, I'm just getting off work. What is it?"

"It's Tom."

She closes her eyes for a second. A part of her knew that was coming.

"Would you be able to come by the house?" Jake asks. "It's half a mile north of the mall, first development after the giant Sears parking lot, with the dark red roof that has a board over the rear dormer window."

Bonnie does not point out that she'd be coming in a car, or that she already knows where it is. "What happened?" she says instead.

"Long story. But I think Tom could use you right now."

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

She doesn't ask any more questions, just drives there. At the entrance to the suburb, she passes a cluster of news vans parked at a stop sign. One lady is out and being interviewed on someone's lawn, and two other people are sitting in not-so-incognito sedans a further block in.

Thankfully, the rest of the street is deserted, and when she pulls into the driveway hers is the only car there.

Jake steps out the front door as soon as she shuts the rust-squeaky door of her sedan. He's dressed for morphing in black spandex shorts and a stretched X-Files t-shirt, but Bonnie can't tell if that's a bad thing or not.

"Thanks for coming," he says, like this is a dinner party.

Bonnie considers offering a handshake, decides that would be stupid. Instead she falls into step next to Jake as he turns back to the house. "Something happened with Tom?"

"They moved him."

Bonnie stops walking for half a step at the cold anger in his voice. Then she gets a hold of herself and moves again. "What? Who?"

"Sorry." Jake runs a hand over his face. "I'm not explaining this right. Margaret White's in jail."

"Oh. Oh." That explains the cluster of reporters, at the very edge of the blackout zone.

"Tom was involved somehow." Jake holds open the front door of the house for her; she steps inside. "When the cops got there, Margaret had been knocked out with a dracon beam, the guy she was trying to kill had gone back inside to call, and Tom was... non-responsive."

Non-responsive could mean all kinds of things, for a zombie. But Jake already knows that.

Jake's already barefoot, walking into the kitchen. After a second's hesitation, Bonnie slips off her shoes and leaves them next to the welcome mat.

"And you're not sure what happened, with Margaret," Bonnie says. "Because he's still unresponsive now."

Jake turns back, at the door to the living room, to look at her. "The cops," he says. "They moved him. When I got there he was inside the house, and the scene lead said they'd practically had to drag him away from the crime scene. Her word. Drag."

They step into the living room. Tom is sitting on the couch. He's dressed for morphing too, that horrible skintight uniform in dark red and gunmetal grey. Normally Bonnie thinks he looks like sex on two legs when dressed that way, but right now all she can think is that it was custom-tailored for Visser Seventeen.

"Hi," Bonnie says to him, even though he's sitting limp and staring at the far war. He can still hear them, can still see her if she walks into his field of view. "Jake called me. I'm pretty sure he's thinking of a cop-killing spree, but if anyone asked I don't know anything about it."

"I'm not going to kill anyone," Jake says, so quickly that Bonnie regrets joking about it. This is a kid who really has killed plenty of people, after all, including a fair number of innocent zombies. "They should be demoted, not executed."

"Oh, they absolutely should have known better." Bonnie sits on the armchair across from Tom, looking at him even as she continues talking to Jake. "This is freakin' A-Town, USA. Don't act like you've never seen a zombie before."

"They thought it was schizophrenia." Jake crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. Also keeping himself in Tom's line of sight. "At first they told me they had the whole thing handled, and I didn't need to get involved, and then they asked if 'the witness' had a 'minder' he should be with."

"So they thought you were, what?" Bonnie glances his way. "Just stopping by to... fight crime?"

Jake shrugs.

"And anyway," she says. "Even if it was schizophrenia, I don't think you're supposed to drag someone with that either. And it's still dickish to assume he needs constant supervision. Schizophrenia, PIABS, potayto, potahto."

"Pee-aabs?" Jake asks.

"Zombieism." Bonnie wonders if she should regret saying dickish in front of the kid. In front of the celebrity. But then, he lives with Tom. He's probably heard worse. "We have an official dictionary entry now. Post-Infestation Affective Blunting, and anyway fuck those guys."

"Fuck those guys," Jake agrees. He straightens up, stretching. Leans in a different position. Switches back to the first lean.

Bonnie can empathize with that restless energy, even if she's not a fidgeter anymore. They both know they're doing what they should be — talking calm and level, not putting any demands on Tom but letting him know they're here — but it doesn't feel like enough.

"Margaret White, huh?" Bonnie asks.

"You met her?" Jake walks toward Tom, stops short of touching him, turns to walk back across the room.

"Sure. Seemed fine. Kinda dour, but that's pretty standard for Matter Over Mind."

"You can't know what someone's capable of just by talking to them," Jake says.

Bonnie... does not know what to do with that one. And by the time she comes up with something polite, the interval for a normal response has long since come and gone.

"You want some water?" Jake asks. "Soda? Coffee?"

They're in for a long night, since among other things Bonnie's pretty sure that Tom owes the police a statement. "Coffee. Thanks."

"Great." Jake steps out of the room. He makes a lot of clattering noises from the kitchen.

Tom sits in silence, staring at the far wall. Bonnie sits with him, and moves about as much as he does.

"Coffee!" Jake comes back, two mugs clutched in one hand by their handles. "Here's..." He slips one mug onto the side table, drops a carton of creamer and an entire half-pound bag of sugar from the other hand next to it, and retreats back several steps with his own mug.

"Thanks." Bonnie picks up the carton, takes a cautious sniff. It's french vanilla, which is a crapshoot flavor if ever there was one.

"Don't tell my parents?" Jake says, holding up his own mug in indication.

The former Commander in Chief of the Earth Resistance doesn't want Bonnie telling his parents he had coffee at night. Huh.

And yes, in case anyone was keeping track: she's dying to ask for an interview. She's talking with the most sought-after source on the entire planet, possibly in the galaxy. Talking about coffee.

But contrary to what her mother would say, Bonnie does have some sense of boundaries. And she does occasionally know the meaning of the words not the time.

"Mum's the word," she says, and takes a sip.

#animorphs #eleutherophobia #bonnie park #jake berenson #animorphs ficlet #long post #eleutherophobia ficlet #ghost in the shell

95 notes · View notes

destinygoldenstar · 3 months ago

Text

Disventure Camp Character Impressions *Compilation* (Part 5)

<< Part 4

***

"What the hell was that bullshit in the elimination?!"

OMG THANK YOU

THANK YOU

GRETT CALLS IT OUT. OMG THANK YOU.

I FEEL VALIDATED.

"You mean the way we were exposed?"

...oh.

No I was talking about your choice on voting.

Nope. I'm not validated.

"Golden, that's the thing with us villains. We don't need your permission to slay. We do it anyway."

"What experience can a six year old have?!"

"Well let's see, my parents abandoned me in the woods. Clearly they hate me."

"...I know she's right, but it still hurts to hear."

Oh.

So she's just kinda accepted that she's awful.

"The adults in my life think I'm a demon with no redeeming qualities, so that must be true. Might as well live off that."

Does that imply that Fiore was an accidental pregnancy...?

I mean I'm not a mother, but I know that's something that can happen if you don't, you know, control yourself.

Oh not these two again.

YOU'VE BEEN FIGHTING THE PAST THREE EPISODES. GET OVER IT.

"Hey Tom, I know I said this a dozen times, but I really am sowwy. Can you forgive me?" (Jake)

"Jake I just learned I have cancer. And for some reason I'm gonna say that's your fault. Get out of my life." (Tom)

"You don't have to apologize."

"It's all me. It's always my fault. I'm the one who always has to take the blame for things like this."

"Maybe they're making up."

Up or out?

GOD I JUST SAID I WAS GLAD THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!

"For some reason, Golden is whispering in my hear and urging me to kiss the boy."

"Maybe I was wrong to think badly of these young-ins."

"Except Fiore. She's just as bad as I thought."

"What happened to the sky?"

"It's covered in grapes and strawberries, and idk why that is-also why is part of the forest blocked off? Why can't we get out?" (Fiore)

"Fiore I don't think you're supposed to be playing those games." (Alec)

I still headcanon Fiore is a Mortal Combat fangirl.

"Alright gang, grab every weapon in this place you can find and start SMASHING!!!"

"Fiore, I think I know what's happening."

"Don't freak out... but a bear is gonna pop out in a minute and force us to kill each other."

"It's the only explanation. Don't tell anyone."

"Uh, we are right here and in hearing range."

"Did you hear that?!"

"Sounded like gunshots!"

"Don't worry guys! It's just Tom killing a man! It's fine!" (Ellie)

"I KISSSED A SERIAL KILLER?!?!" (Jake)

"I don't care if he's a serial killer! HE'S MY LOVE! WE'RE LETTING HIM IN. WHAT'S THE WORSE THAT COULD HAPPEN?!"

"What's going on?!"

"Ellie why do you have ketchup splashed all over your face?"

"They looked like people, but they're not!"

"I would never kill a man! I swear!!" (Tom)

"What if it was a woman?" (Ellie)

"...shit!!" (Tom)

"I think we... have to... cut off your arm."

NO I WAS JUST JOKING, YOU'RE ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT?!?!?!?!?

"GOLDEN IS OUR OVERLORD AND SHE TOLD ME TO SAVE YOU BY CUTTING OFF YOUR ARM!!!"

"Wow Miriam, how'd you learn to do that?"

"Back in my day, I was secretly a serial killer!"

"Tom! Are you okay?"

"No worries. I got a body count in the double digits now. Cool, huh?"

"You want to ask if I think they're alive? Well I got bad news."

"They're in Mexico right now."

NO GODDAMMIT

FIORE WHYYYYYYYY

“Hey guys! I got another trick I wanna show you. It’s called: ‘BURY YOUR GAYS’”

A six year old is celebrating among her victims.

"WHOO HOOO!!! I KILLED EVERYBODY!!!!"

WHY IS TOM IN THE FAMILY GUY POSE?!?!?!?!?

"See that's my secret Golden. My mask protects me from getting killed, so I'm just faking my death."

"...oh wait I'm not wearing my mask anymore. SHIT-"

"Oh my gosh, my arm! I have my arm!"

"Oh my gosh, I've been in a coma for a MONTH! Cause I died on the first day!"

"I'm just glad I have both my arms again."

Ellie's just done.

"Yeah TOM! Don't cut a woman's arm off! I'M VOTING YOU TONIGHT."

"You'll be distorted for a few more hours, adjusting back to our time, getting back to your body, all that kind of stuff."

"And you'll probably need YEARS of therapy."

(I did impressions A LOT this episode...)

Continued On Part 6 >>

#disventure camp #disventure camp grett #disventure camp fiore #disventure camp jake #disventure camp tom #disventure camp miriam #disventure camp ellie #disventure camp alec

2 notes · View notes

gloster · 1 year ago

Text

SHIPPER TAG GAME

Tagged by @brazilian-whalien52

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

Honestly- and this PAAAAAAINS to me to say since my middle-school self would be furious at me-but probably Troyella. Obviously, still love them. Still think of them fondly, but compared to other ships, they're on the lower end.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

I'm TEMPTED to say troyella again since they were the ship that made me realize what shipping was- and how hard it can go for a fangirl. But in terms of a ship you remember watching, loving, and loving seeing their interactions, that would have to be Tom and Kimberly from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.

Their chemistry, their moments were the reason why I loved the show so much

I didn't know what ship or OTP meant, but they were the definitely the first couple I remembered LOVING seeing them together

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

That would be Troy & Gabriella. The movie wasn't enough for me, so I decided to make more stories on them

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

That would be a tie between InuKag and Robstar. Those were the top 2 ships I remember seeing TONS of Youtube videos and fanart in middle school.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

*thinks hard* I want to say....no. Least I can't remember. I just chill in my little corner with my friends, gushing & reading fics of our ships

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

The way I DESPISED LOATHED AND HATED TROYPAY with a burning, burning deep passion. Couldn't stand the ship. Still don't like the ship. And obviously, Tommy x Kat because NO NO NO NO

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Payurain in this WIP I'm really enjoying. Seriously, love these two boys

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Oh dear lord, my OTPS literally have their yachts at this point. And the list of the top ones constantly switch, but at the moment I can say my top 6 include: drarry, zutara, sheith, tododeku, payurain, and of course dickkory

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Oh. Dear. Lord. The way at least several ships can fit this question, but that belongs to my top 3 ships that were done so dirty.

OBVIOUSLY-and forever fuming about it-THESE TWO:

Forever and ALWAYS THESE TWO that had everything. The history, the chemistry, best friends to lovers, ride or die, battle couple...and yet the writers were like, nah

TO INFINITY & BEYOND BEYOND BEYOND: DRARRY . You can't tell me NOTHING. If Harry was a girl, they would have been endgame. If Draco was a girl, they definitely would have gotten together. I will forever stand on this hill

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

I wouldn't dislike at all, but I can definitely say after the previous season, they got more on my radar and that would be Geto x Gojo. I've always been intrigued by their dynamic, but season 2 really showed so much depth in their relationship, their friendship, and how things went wrong. Just so well done and also extremely heartbreaking

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Maybe.....Honestly, I can't think of one. Like none are coming to my head. Closest one I can think of would be Alison x Emily or Spencer x Toby. The former because the toxicity of the ship, the way Ali manipulated and gaslight Emily's emotions was fucked up. Just as Toby letting Spencer think he was dead, let her think she found his corpse, and watch her break down...only to give a half-ass apology.

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

Honstly, Kyo x Arisa from Fruit Baskets- and that is solely because watching the way Arisa constantly rifled Kyo up was too damn hilarious.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics off?

Hands down, that would have to be drarry

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

Probably two sides of the same coin. Different in many ways but similar in others. With drarry, both being just a boy in time of war. For zutara, the sun and the moon. Grump x Sunshine, which is a similar dynamic for many of my ships.

15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?

Hands down, the quickest way for me to hate a ship is the following: A always loving B, B being OBLIVIOUS to A's affections even though the whole country is aware of it, and then when A finally moves on THAT'S WHEN B suddenly realizes OH MY GOSH I LOVE THEM. 🤢🤮🤬😡 I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. Also, if the dynamic of the ship is unequal such as bully and bullied, in which the bully spends 90% of them torturing the love interest and then final 10% actually showing some care...NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

Tagging: @kila09, @dreamydrarry, @sebbies, @negrowhat, @goldentruth813, @starlitruns, @omgitsseddie, @sweet-potatah-pie, @narcobarbies, @bavariansugarcookie, @itsjustafia

#shipper game

9 notes · View notes

talesfromsiteredacted · 2 years ago

Text

Weird Habits My Coworkers Have

A collection of foibles among my fellow weirdoes here at Site (REDACTED). Yes, kiddoes... Rabbit's spilling the beans again. And now... the randomness begins.

About some of our D-Class personnel (Numbers withheld to protect the D-Class, yes they are criminals but they're human too ya know):

One of our recent arrivals is obsessed with Animal Crossing. Was a real shocker to find the 'Fuck Tom Nook' tattoo on his chest. The real strange tat was the one of that stupid museum owl holding a very... adult looking fish. Below his waist even. Yikes.

We have one who is afraid of... pasta. Yes, dude freaks out over noodles. Can't even look ramen in the bowl and not lose it. Dr. Glass is working with the poor guy.

There's another one who sings. Everywhere he goes, there's a jody or a sea shanty coming out of his mouth. I don't really mind, he's got a good voice. The one he has about the Ishimura had me laughing. I like this guy, I hope he makes it.

About some of the junior researchers:

Dr. Glass' intern plays the cello, very well. If she hadn't chosen psychology, she could have been in an orchestra. She and a few others formed a quartet and give a few recitals here and there.

We have quite a few amateur golfers here. As such, I think we're the only site with a driving range and a team. They're terrible, but they enjoy the game I guess. I'd rather watch paint dry myself.

Speaking of paint... I'm not the only artist here. Dr. Pathos-Kain's assistant does fantasy paintings. I have one he did of a snowy temple, and I swear I could walk into it, it looks real enough. Iris thought it was a photograph.

We also have some jewelry makers here. My friends make stuff that puts the high-end stuff to shame.

Then... there's Doctor Bright's assistant, who juggles. Never met anyone who could juggle knives, bottles, guns, and Bright's crazy all at once, but she does it in style.

About the Doctors (here is where names get dropped)

Dr. Gears has a collection of rocks. Well, quartz crystals. He doesn't believe the crystal healing stuff, he just digs the crystal structure.

Dr. Pampas is fond of mushroom hunting.

Dr. Clef likes to make his own ammunition. O5 wisely banned its use after one of the unloaded shells blew up on his desk, while he was at lunch.

Dr. Glass is fond of thick sweaters. They make him look like Ned Flanders.

Dr. Bright plays Magic: the Gathering. He's Site Champion three years running. He plays a red-black burn deck. And... whoops me every game. I'll get him yet, though.

Dr. White likes to make movies. Not the kind you're expecting, though. Nope. Dr. White is, surprisingly, into making documentaries. Mostly about birds. He's done some mockunmentary stuff too, his 'Targeting Habits of the Canadian Goose' one had the Canadians here laughing.

And finally... not even the anomalies are safe.

079 has a poster of Cortana on his wall. He saw Halo, and fell for her. It's kinda NSFW, but no one is gonna tear it down.

353 is secretly a Sailor Moon fangirl, but denies it. Hey, I like Sailor Moon too, no shame in it if it makes you happy.

076-2 is a big fan of fighting games, as expected. Turns out, he's also been infected by Elden Ring. And has refused testing until he beats the last boss.

073, however... is more into Minecraft. He's built a lot of neat stuff, including a whole ass city in the desert. If 076-2 ever found his server location... it won't last.

682 likes pop rocks and cola. We however, are not fond of his atomic fire burps after consuming them. Last time, we almost had to turn on the sprinklers, and a D-Class had third degree burns.

106 is fond of rabbits. We caught him in the site school, cooing to the class rabbit, a white angora named Cloud. It was almost too cute to recontain him right then, but we got him his own black rabbit. He named it Mickey. Mickey is cute.

And lastly, me. Hey, only fair I spill a few of my secrets too, right?

I'm very attached to my cat Liam. He's outlasted boyfriends, jobs, friendships... I swear the daft fluffball is immortal sometimes. I found him as a kitten, my first week here in fact. He looked at me, gave me the saddest, most pathetic meow ever, and... I had to take him in. He's a goofball, but I adore him. Even if he steals pens.

Not a lot of people here know this... but I used to want to act. I tried a few classes, but it wasn't my thing. I'm no actress, but writing... that I still do.

One final secret: tomorrow I have a special surprise for my young friend, 053. I'm bringing my furry pal Liam to come hang out for a while. She's always wanted a pet, well... one less grumpy than 682, even if the big scaly jerk is wrapped around her finger. So... Liam is coming for a visit. There's something else... but that's for tomorrow, folks. And on that note, goodnight.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit

9 notes · View notes

destinyc1020 · 2 years ago

Note

Compared to some other actors that people talk about, Tom gets less hate than most imo.// I’m sorry but I don’t agree. Maybe you say this cause you don’t check other platforms but tell me who else receive hate or negative comments from all of these combined: partner’s HUGE fandom, film twitter, OG Spider-Man/comic book fans, other male actors fandom, video game franchise, handful from the GP…etc. from my observation, he seems to get way more hate than others jmho.

Tom has a lot of avenues of potential hate (that's true), but you have to look at the RATIO of hate to the ratio of LOVE that Tom gets as well Anon. And that's not true that other actors don't get as much hate from various avenues either. I really don't think you spend time in other fandoms or forums/blogs.

There are some actors who get hated on because of the way they look, the fact that they've been cast in a role that people don't want them in, the way they talk, where they're from, what they wear, their RACE, their ex gfs stans hating on them, the current gf's stans hating on him and not thinking he measures up, then there are the gp people who think the guy is an "awful actor", or the ones who "don't think he should have won that award", other fandoms hating on the dude for not good reason, or the ones who believe awful rumors about the guy and decide to hate on him because of it, including the ones who hate on him because he was cast in a certain role but they really wanted x/y/z actor (fan casting) instead, etc. The list goes on and on... There are several others who get hate too Anon. I'm just trying to help you see that Tom is not an anomaly. And again, just do a search for his name and look at what MOST people say. It's overwhelmingly positive about Tom! 😊 Even those who were initially hating on him being cast as Nathan Drake in Uncharted ended up actually liking the movie in the end! That movie didn't make that amount of money just from fangirls alone. Let's get real. 😏

Idk too many people who are STILL hating on Tom for being in Marvel or playing spiderman. Do they exist?? Sure! (You can't please EVERYBODY). However, the overwhelming majority LOVES him in the role. NWH made over a BILLION Dollars. Let that sink in Anon.

If anything, imo Zendaya gets more hate than Tom for being in the Marvel films as "MJ". After all these years, some fanboys are STILL talking about when they're gonna get the "REAL MJ", even though Marvel has made it abundantly clear that Zendaya IS the "real" MJ. 😒If NWH mentioning that her name was Michelle Jones Watson wasn't enough of a hint, I don't know what else to tell you lol.

So again, you have to look at the ratio of hate to love anon. Tom is fortunate that he has an extremely LARGE fanbase that can check people if anyone ever tries to hate on him unnecessarily. Not all actors have that. IJS.... 🤷🏾‍♀️

14 notes · View notes

permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 · 1 year ago

Text

Okay, before I forget, Petey Pocket??? My brain immediately jumped to Polly Pocket but then I thought nah, don't go crazy here, that can't possibly be a reference. BUT IT WAS!!! I might've squealed loudly enough to wake anyone within 100 miles of my home, just with that alone. But that really isn't important 😅.

What is important is how I am once again left to fangirl myself out of existence over the absolute preciousness of the Layton boys and their shenanigans! I am amazed at how seamlessly you've woven them all together and created these scenes where I can practically picture what is going on, with how 'in-character' they are! (I have to admit, I'm somewhat jealous (but affectionately!) of this, because to take a character or characters that weren't necessarily given that much screen time or dialogue individually, and just run with it like you've done here is AMAZING!!) I mean I know we got way more detail (comparatively speaking) on these guys than we did for the bulk of the aviators in TG:M, but still! You'd already murdered me with Mav chasing after Slider, and the ensuing chaos, but then the little moment with Ice and Mav besides? I'm an overflowing bucket of emotion now, thank you very much. (I'm pretending to be grumpy about this, but I'm truly not!)

I'm also quite intrigued to see if we get a taste of the backstory for Ice and his lost love, as far as when they ended things, or maybe even how their story began. (This may fly in the face of your desire to keep this to six sections, and if so, ignore my rambling 😂). Either way, I can't wait to meet Thorn officially! Anyone who has someone like Tom Kazansky this torn up has to be a pretty special gal!

Wherever You Go

Prologue

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Aviator!reader (Callsign: Thorn)

Moodboard by @bradshawsbaby

Written for @roosterforme’s Top Gun Rocktober Playlist Fic Challenge

Synopsis: Tom Kazansky made a mistake.

Or rather, a series of mistakes.

He chose to take the assignment as an instructor at TOPGUN.

He fell in love with one of his students.

He broke her heart.

He chose to leave TOPGUN, and redeploy.

Now, he was stuck onboard the USS Nimitz with the woman whose heart he broke, with no way out.

Unbelievably, that’s not the problem.

Problem is, he still loves her.

Series Warnings: Teacher/Student relationship (but you already knew that) with no real age gap, warnings will be updated as the series progresses.

Warnings: Here be some cursing, because they are men in the Navy—they will curse.

Other than that, nothing really.

Author’s Note: “It’s only going to be a oneshot.”

Every author knows that those are the famous last words, and that is no truer than with this story.

I really, really thought I could make this into a oneshot but then I gave up on that.

Because I am so in love with this storyline, that it deserves space to breathe.

So this one shot is now going to be at most (hopefully), a six-part series.

*sigh*

Darn it, Val, what have you done to me?

Thank you so, so very much to @roosterforme for hosting the Top Gun Rocktober Fic Challenge, and for allowing me to use one of my favorite 80s rock ballads, “The Flame” by Cheap Trick.

Lyrics from the song will be peppered in throughout this series, because it’s too good not to, and the song is the reason this story exists, as it is what birthed the plotline.

Another thank you goes to the incredible @bradshawsbaby for making the stunning moodboard for this fic, which was beyond my wildest dreams!

Special thanks also to @valmare, the fact that I am writing Tom Kazansky x reader! fic is all your fault; but thank you so much for dragging me down with you, it’s been an absolute joy!

Not much plot happens in this prologue, but I think it’s important to set up the narrative.

Ice cold, no mistakes.

That’s what everyone said about him, and he knew it.

He’d be lying to himself if he said that some part of him didn’t enjoy it, that reputation for perfection.

But now, as Tom watched her doing preflight for her CAP in the shadows of his little nook in the superstructure of the Nimitz, he knew that he was staring at the biggest mistake of his life.

He watched her hands lovingly run across the airframe of her F-14, and he inhaled sharply in remembrance.

He’d only been able to feel her touch him like that once, but it was more than enough to burn it into his memory forever.

As he watched, the large form of her RIO, LTJG Emmett “Romeo” Kinford, came up behind her, slapping her on the shoulder, which elicited a bright smile from her.

It tugged at his heart, to see her smile, even though it wasn’t the same smile she used to smile at him.

What he wouldn’t give to have her smile at him again.

She was the first woman he’d ever really loved, and he knew she’d be the last.

But he’d broken her heart two months ago.

It tore him apart to have to do that, but he had no choice—not if he wanted her to keep her wings, much less her title as Top Gun of TOPGUN Class 1, 1987.

And he knew she belonged in the sky, so he made the bitter choice, and he suffered for it—they both did.

He was still suffering.

It was why he’d chosen to redeploy, even though he loved teaching at TOPGUN, could easily have seen himself doing it for at least another few years, because he couldn’t stand to stay at Miramar, where he had so many memories of her, about her, with her.

He hadn’t missed the half-pitying, half-understanding look Viper had given him as he turned in his transfer papers—the now-Captain had always been intuitive.

“You’re a damn good instructor, Kazansky, we’ll be sad to see you go.”

“I’m sad to go, sir, but I… feel that I need to do this.”

A nod.

“Alright, son.

I’ll turn these in.

You and Kerner should get your new orders in two weeks.”

Within a week, he and Slider were deployed on the Nimitz.

One week after that, VF-1 chopped in, Mav and Merlin included.

“What the hell are you doing here, Mav?” Tom grinned, smiling for what felt like the first time in weeks as he hugged his wingman while Slider did the same for their former Academy classmate.

“I quit teaching.”

“What?!” Tom and Slider exclaimed, while Merlin sighed longsufferingly, shaking his head.

“You loved teaching!” Tom continued.

The dark-haired aviator shrugged. “It was boring without you there—no one else gave me a run for my money.”

“Sounds an awful lot like you’re admitting that I’m the better pilot, Mav.”

“In your dreams,” Mav scoffed. “But again, I will admit it was boring without you there.”

Tom smirked. “Love you too, Mav.”

“Fuck you, Kazansky,” his wingman retorted with a grin.

“No thanks, not in the mood,” Tom deadpanned.

Mav guffawed, making Tom’s deadpan melt into another grin, before the other pilot threw one arm around his shoulder, the other around Merlin’s upper back (as that was as high as it would go without effort, given the RIO’s borderline absurd height of 6’ 5”). “The Layton Boys are back!”

Slider interjected, “Technically, we’re missing Wood and Wolf.”

Mav rolled his eyes, “Okay, most of the Layton Boys are back—better, Ronald?”

Tom sighed, preparing for the bitchfest he knew was coming—he’d learned at Annapolis how much Slider hated his full first name.

(That wasn’t even mentioning the absolute hissyfit that would occur if the middle name was whipped out: Evelyn.)

(It was his great-grandfather’s name.)

“Yeah, Peter,” Slider retorted.

Okay—nothing was going to stop this now, to paraphrase the song—Mav was just as bad; Goose was the only one who could call him “Peter” and get away with it.

An all-too familiar pissy look came over Mav’s face. “Dickhead.”

“Yardstick.”

“Asswipe.”

“Petey Pocket.”

That was new—he and Merlin held their breath to see what would happen next.

Mav stared.

Slider stared right back.

A black-haired blur rushed forward, and Slider took off running, the flight deck now thankfully free of planes, the next CAP not starting preflight for another hour.

“Should we stop them?” Tom asked Merlin, as they watched the other pilot and RIO run across the Nimitz, a faint “Come back here, asshole!” carrying on the sea wind.

“If it’s all the same to you, I say let them go; you don’t know how wound up Mav’s been.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough—Sli could use the exercise.”

Eventually, Slider finally slipped up, and half-tripped on a padeye, allowing the smaller man to tackle him, the chase devolving into a wrestling match, which further devolved into what could only be described as a third grade slap-fight, before it finally ended with both men on their backs, heaving breaths into their lungs.

Tom and Merlin looked at each other, and in unspoken agreement, headed over to their RIO and pilot.

“Missed you too, Shortstack,” he heard Slider mutter, once he and Merlin came close enough.

“Didn’t say anything.”

“I know.”

“You done, you little gremlin?” Merlin asked, a wry expression on his face.

Mav glanced warningly at Slider, who silently raised his hands in surrender. “Yeah, we’re done.”

“Alrighty,” Merlin sighed, offering his pilot a hand up, Tom doing the same for his RIO.

Once both of them were hauled off of the flight deck, the aviators/infants stared at each other once more, and Tom was just about to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation, when Slider extended his hand. “Truce?”

Mav considered the extended hand for a beat, before slapping his hand into the other man’s. “Truce.”

Slider grinned, and used their clasped hands to pull the diminutive pilot into a hug. “It’s good to see you, Mav.”

A sigh. “You too, Sli.”

They finally made their way below deck, Mav and Merlin dashing off to report to the Air Boss, before they met again in the Officer’s Mess, the quartet eating dinner leisurely, as none of them had a CAP until tomorrow.

To their surprise, Tom and Slider found out that Mav and Merlin would be sharing their berthing, and Tom couldn’t help but wonder at the Hand of God making such happy coincidences occur (or perhaps the hand of a certain TOPGUN instructor).

The four of them easily settled into the layout they had set up on the Enterprise; who would take which bunk or locker, which segued into the boisterous exchange of stories between them.

In the midst of the familiar camaraderie, Tom could almost forget the ever-present gaping hole in his heart, ignore the pain which always threatened to swallow him whole when he was alone.

But bedtime soon came upon them, which drew the exchange of stories to a close, and had them all lying in their respective bunks, and soon, Merlin’s deep breaths could be heard, indicating the man was asleep.

Mav was, as usual, dead silent, which always made him unsure if his wingman was actually asleep.

And he’d tried to see if there were any auditory tells in the other pilot’s sleep, but there were none.

Maybe eventually, he would figure something out to give away a sleeping Mav, but hopefully, he was asleep.

Slider, however, was pitifully attempting to convey sleep, his deep breaths a little too measured, Tom knowing all too well how the man breathed when he was actually asleep.

Ron, loyal brother that he was, wanted to make sure Tom was asleep before allowing himself to drift off.

So he allowed his breathing to slow, gradually adding the slight rasp in his breath that he knew Slider was listening for.

The last week of being back in a berthing with Slider had been a testament to his acting skills, not having had to hide how he was sleeping (or not, rather) from the other man since the Academy.

Eventually, his RIO succumbed to the siren call of sleep, and Tom settled in for another cold night, in more ways than one.

He blinked up at the ceiling, seconds passing like sand through an hourglass, and though he could feel fatigue pressing in on him, he couldn’t fall asleep, despite all the techniques the Navy had taught him, his restlessness punctuated by the sound of the launch and recovery of two night CAPs.

But eventually, between one blink and the next, Tom woke up to the alarm clock going off.

Realistically, he knew he slept, but it really didn’t feel like it, he felt just as tired and weary as he always did.

He dragged himself out of his bunk, swiftly silencing the clock, as the Slider-shaped mass of blankets began to stir.

“Ugh—I hate mornings,” his RIO moaned.

“Shouldn’t have joined the Navy then, Sli,” Merlin cheerily fired back, feet thudding onto the berthing’s floor from the top bunk.

“Yeah, what the hell were you thinking, Kerner?” Mav grinned, already in the act of making his bunk.

“Why, oh why, God, did I have to be cursed with morning people,” Slider declared, finally throwing off his blanket.

“You love us, Ron,” Tom smirked, unable to help himself, the affectionate snark coming easy to him amidst his brothers, despite his exhaustion.

“Ehh—ask me again after I’ve had a coffee.

Or a dozen.”

The berthing rang with laughter, and as the day progressed, it confirmed to Tom that he’d made the right choice to redeploy, the brotherhood they had, the self-proclaimed “Layton Boys”, being exactly what he needed to nurse his broken heart.

Their CAP was uneventful, being flown with Mav and Merlin, the guard frequency filled with their light-hearted teasing and conversation, and they had to be the cheeriest four men on deployment in the Navy’s history.

But inevitably, another night slowly closed in, leaving Tom alone with his thoughts, his loneliness and pain threatening to overwhelm him as usual, and all the façades in the world couldn’t do a damn thing against thoughts and feelings from your own mind and soul.

The call was, as they said, coming from inside the house.

He felt like he was going crazy; he was losing sleep, he knew he was in too far, in way too deep over her, and he wasn’t sure when he would ever stop feeling like the world had fallen out from under him.

As he fought the urge to toss and sigh for the umpteenth time, he heard a soft “Can’t sleep?” from across the berthing.

Tom fought the urge to sit bolt upright, which was a good thing, as it kept him from banging his head on the top of his bunk.

When he caught his breath and calmed his heart some, he whispered, “Mav?”

“That’s me.”

“What are you doing up?” Tom hissed.

“Pot, kettle.”

“I—sometimes people can’t sleep, Mav.”

“Bullshit.

You couldn’t sleep last night either.”

“How do you know that?”

Mav kept silent.

“I knew you had to be awake,” Tom scoffed.

“Yeah, well.”

Here, Merlin stirred, turning in the bunk above Mav, which caused Slider to also stir and the two pilots held their breath, waiting for their respective RIOs to still.

When they did, Mav crept out of his bunk, grabbing something out from under his mattress, before leaning over Tom. “Come on—if we’re going to be awake, might as well be awake together.”

Tom sighed, nodding.

Maybe if he got up, he’d have some hope of feeling sleepy, and he’d be able to get some sleep.

Mav led him to the unoccupied half of the berthing, on the other side of the lockers, and plopped himself down on the floor between the empty bunks.

Tom took that as invitation to sit next to his wingman, and he leaned his head against the mattress behind him.

A soft noise which he belatedly recognized as the sound of a zip bag opening had him looking down.

Despite the darkness, his eyes had long since adjusted enough to see Mav holding out what appeared to be a cookie of some sort—chocolate chip, if his nose didn’t deceive him.

“Carole made these fresh before I shipped out.

Have some.”

“Thanks, Mav.”

“No problem,” the other pilot murmured, mouth already full.

Tom bit into the cookie, just the right amount of chewy and sweet, with the perfect amount of chocolate chips.

He must’ve made some sort of sound, because Mav chuckled. “Good, huh?”

“Don’t interrupt me, I’m enjoying my cookie.”

“I keep telling Care she can sell these suckers—heaven in a cookie, am I right?”

“Mmm.”

For the next few minutes, neither said anything, and no noise was heard save the sound of plastic rustling, cookies being eaten, and the distant sounds indicating deep sleep from their RIOs.

But then.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?

That’s why you can’t sleep.”

Missile lock—tone.

Sigh.

“How’d you know?”

“Doesn’t take a genius, Ice, even if I am one.”

Tom scoffed, lightly bumping Mav’s shoulder, even though he knew his wingman wasn’t being hyperbolic—the younger pilot had a Master’s in Aerospace Engineering.

Mav good-naturedly took the bump, bumping right back.

When they had settled again, Tom whispered, “Can you blame me?”

“No, I don’t.

But you had no choice, Ice, Jester made that clear.

You were between the proverbial rock and hard place.”

“I loved her, Mav—I still love her.

And she loved me too.

And I broke her heart.

I can’t just… forget that,” he frustratedly said, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m not asking you to,” came the even reply. “All I’m asking is that you admit it.

It’s not good for you to keep this all in, you know?

Isn’t that what you told me before?”

“Yeah, it is,” Tom sighed—he felt like he’d been doing a lot of that lately.

“Have you told Sli?”

“Kind of,” he muttered.

Mav hissed, “What does ‘Kind of’ mean?”

“He… he knows that I was in a relationship that ended badly while I was at Miramar, but he doesn’t know that—” despite the fact that the two of them were the only ones awake in the berthing, he whispered, “that she was my student.”

Tom didn’t know it was possible to hear a shocked expression. “Way to bury the lede, Ice.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.

I just—I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“So you stonewalled your RIO?”Disbelief dripped from the sentence.

“I…” Tom vaguely gestured, “gently led him around the full truth.”

“You fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi-ed him.”

He sent the other man a glare even if he wasn’t sure Mav could see it. “You’re the worst therapist ever, you know that?”

“I’m a naval aviator and an engineer, Ice, forgive the slight fumbling.”

“‘Slight’?” Tom scoffed humorously, and in the darkness, he could see an ebony-haired head shake.

There was a joke that a more uncharitable person could have made about engineering in regards to him, but he and Mav were long past that, and he was grateful, something he never would have said before.

“You should tell him, you should have someone other than me who understands, who knows what you went through, Ice.”

Tom could see the point.

And it would feel better, he had to admit, even if it would trigger Slider’s mother hen instincts to the max, even more than they were right now.

“I’ll think about it.

And don’t think I forgot that you were just as sleepless as I was.”

“This about you, not me.”

“Uh-huh, sure—for now, you little shit.

Now hand over another cookie, will you, Mav?”

“The things I do for you.”

The plastic rustled again, and a cookie was placed in his hand.

And as he ate Carole’s heavenly consolation in a cookie, Tom reflected on just how he’d ended up in this position.

To be continued…

Next Part

CAP: Combat Air Patrol

Women were not allowed to participate in combat units and fly combat missions until 1993, so a healthy suspension of disbelief is required to read this story, 😂…

The USS Nimitz (CVN-68) is the lead ship of her namesake class; commissioned in May 1975, she is the oldest US Navy aircraft carrier in service, and the oldest serving aircraft carrier in the world.

If you look at the nametags they’re all wearing in TG86, the second row says “TOPGUN 1”, so I’m assuming that there’s more than one TOPGUN session a year, at least in the TG/TG:M universe.

VF-1, a now inactive squadron based out of NAS Miramar, is the squadron that Mav and Goose belonged to before they went to TOPGUN, although it must be noted that, like most of the squadron patch designs in Top Gun, the patch design as seen on Mav and Goose’s flight suits, is incorrect and not matching the squadron designation.

I am assuming, though I have no confirmation, that Merlin was also part of Tom and Slider’s USNA class.

The “Petey Pocket” insult is a reference to the toy Polly Pocket, which is a toy from the late 80s which is being sold again by Mattel.

However, the toys did not come out until 1989, and they did not come out until much later than that in the States, however, despite my best efforts to find a more period-accurate insult/comparison, the insult was too good not to put, so again, healthy suspension of disbelief.

“Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” by Starship, from the 1987 film Mannequin, is the song Tom references.

A padeye is used to secure aircraft to the flight deck.

Taglist

@valmare

@callsign-skydancer

@permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88

@tadomikiku

@malindacath

#top gun rocktober #top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #tom iceman kazansky x reader #tom kazansky x reader #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #val kilmer

123 notes · View notes

xoxo-sarah · 2 years ago

Text

Second Choice

↝a/n: first fic of 2023. I hope everyone is doing alright.

↝psa: I don't know how much stuff was in the 80's and at Family Video, so don't quote me on that.

↝pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

↝Warning: angst, whatever Nancy and Steve have/had going on :/, arguing, break up.

↝⎙ 1.3.23

"You are such a prick!"

"Oh please! Y/n, I told you I'm sorry."

The glare you sent was like a laser beam straight into his eyes.

"Not sorry enough." Steve saw your face soften, sighing as his hands that were on his hips fell. "You went behind my back and spend time with her."

Steve's face changed to one of disbelief. He really couldn't wrap his head about the words they were spilling out of your mouth.

"What are you on-"

"After everything that she did! After she hurt you!" Your eyebrows creased, frustration plainly visible. The words were spat out with so much venom.

"I was there to pick up the pieces. I was there to tell you everything was okay. I was there to tell you that you were worthy of love. I was there to give you that love. Not Nancy. No, she was too busy with Jonathan-her boyfriend, incase you forgot about him."

"Y/n, that's not-"

"I'm not done." Steve shut his mouth as you raised a hand and sent him another glare.

"She hurt you. Multiple times." It seemed like every ounce of anger disappear and was replaced with sadness, atleast in your eyes.

"Steve, I will not be pushed aside for her again. I already was enough when you two were dating and I was just a friend. I will not do it again."

A cloud of silence and awkwardness set over small living room to your apartment.

Steve wanted to say something- anything to help settle things.

"That's not all that happened." He sighed.

Looking up, he saw you were already looking at him. Defeat plastered on your face.

"She didn't just try to kiss me, she uh," He had to look away, suddenly finding the vase on the side table so interesting. The dying flower's withered edges seemed to keep him grounded.

"What, Steve? What did you two do after that?"

"We...went a little further- but we stopped before it got too serious and I came straight back to you, y/n. Please just-"

"Get out."

"What?"

"I will not be a second choice."

"You're not a second choice."

"Then why do I feel like it? If she were to call you up, we all know you'd hop in your car and leave everything behind."

"I wouldn't."

"Yes you would. Because you still love her. It will always be her. And that's not fair for everyone else."

He looked at you with so much disbelief, it's like he was stuck to the floor with bricks holding his feet.

"I get the whole “you'll never get over your first love”, but you didn't even try." You hated the way your voice cracked, whether it made you sound weak or let your emotions slip, you didn't care. You just wanted him out.

❀❀❀❀❀

"Robin, for the 50th time, I am not getting a Tom Cruise poster for you to hang in my car window." Steve sighed, tired to discussing the same thing.

"But people would think you're cool. Don't you need all the extra points you can get?" Robin smiled a cheesey grin, nearly falling over a cardboard cutout, in return apologizing to it.

Walking up to the counter, you slowed, seeing Steve with the stupid green vest.

Robin must have seen you coming up to the counter cause she moved around the boy. "I got it." She smiled at you, checking what goods you were at the lovely Family Video. "Jeez, The Outsiders and The Breakfast Club. Mind if I join?"

She loved that she made you crack a smile, easing the awkwardness that has been there for 5 months.

Robin hated seeing Steve the way he was after your breakup. She hated seeing the way he acted with Nancy more.

It felt so...one-sided. it looked one-sided. And turns out it was. Steve spend a solid 2 weeks kicking his own ass, and another 3 weeks kissing up to Nancy's ass. Well before she broke up off cause her and Jonathan were gonna ‘try to work it out’.

"Nah, I think I'll fangirl over Dallas Winston by myself. Don't need to make myself look even more like a fool from your perception" Glancing over at Steve, you saw he was already looking at you.

Those puppy eyes just taking in your hair that you lazily styled. And your clothes that you make look good somehow. It could be the ugliest outfit ever on someone else, but the second you put it on, he's gawking, wondering how on the hell you do it.

"Oh! I got you a Care Bear the other day. It is so adorable, y/n." Robin squealed, remembering how much of a cuteness overload she had in the store.

"Well thank you. It seemed to have left a few at Steve's."

Steve couldn't lie and say he didn't know what you were talking about. When you two split, he put your stuff, including like 3 bears into a cardboard box and put it in the bottom of his closet, never finding the right time to give it to you.

"I'll swing by and get 'em on my way to your house when I take the other bear."

You thanked her with a smile. Sure, sometimes she's all over the place with anxiety making her throw up words and gibberish, but she was always there to step between you and Steve, and somehow make it less awkward. Or Atleast try. She was both your friend and Steve's, and she'll make sure it stays that way, even after you and Steve drifted apart. She's not willing to lose either of you.

"Sixteen Candles, Tex, and Rumble Fish got replaced. All new." Steve finally spoke, getting a nod in return.

"I know, I saw."

You two used to rewatch those 3 movies on repeat. It was kinda like a tradition. He comes over to your place after work, eats dinner, cuddles up into the couch and you two just melt into each other. Not anymore.

"Look I'm sorry-"

"10 buckaroos and 14 cents, please."

Robin made it quick, taking the money and giving you your change and movies before Steve started in on his half-assed apology. No matter how much he tried, none of his apologies seemed sincere. Especially when he has to keep doing it over and over again, all cause he's an idiot and make idiotic choices.

"I'll call you after work to bring you your stuff. Bye!"

You waved as you walked out the door, sending her a grateful grin. You would not have made it this far being sane with Steve. There would have already been an outburst or 2.

You didn't feel the need to try with him anymore. Whether that be as a couple or just friends. He broke your trust and lied to you about it.

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

•2021-2024 by xoxo-sarah on Tumblr•

•My work is not to be translated, copied, modified, and/or reposted on any other site without my permission. [!I don't give permission!]

#stranger things imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #steve Harrington angst #steve Harrington imagine #steve Harrington x reader angst #🕶️#xoxo sarah 🩷

165 notes · View notes

im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 4 years ago

Note

if it’s not too much trouble to ask, maybe a scenario with the mcu cast in which the reader is a young artist. something along the lines of billie eilish for example. if you’d prefer to just write a select few of people then i’d be just as happy with that! either way, cheers. <3

Being A Young Artist And Apart Of The Marvel Cast

MCU Cast X Teen!Reader

Warnings: none

Reader's Age: 16

A/n: Hi! I hope you don't mind but I decided to do a headcanon.

You joined the cast after gaining fame for your music. So they all knew about you.

You quickly became apart of the family.

I completely believe that Tom Holland or one of his brothers were fans of you. Probably Paddy, so you did sign something for him.

I feel like Evans and Sebastian heard of you but never bothered listening to your music. So when they found out they'd be in a movie with you they listened to a lot all of your music.

They loved it. Also Chris's niece is probably a fan so you offered to make a video for her. She loved it.

Anthony probably heard your music from his kids. So he was familiar. He also picked on Tom for his fanboying.

Now to talk the ladies of the cast. Scarlett knew of your music, and had met you before you even auditioned.

The two of you probably met at some kind of award ceremony or something of the sorts.

You definitely had a fangirl moment when you met her. You were fan of hers it was surreal meeting her. Even more surreal when you joined the Marvel family.

"Your Scarlett Johansson!!!" You exclaimed. She chuckles at your excitement. You totally in that moment forgot you were famous, you got her autograph and a photo with her. Which both stayed framed in your room after you joined that cast which made her laugh.

Okay so you met Elizabeth your first day on set. And you guys became friends instantly.

Okay so collectively the cast would try to come to your shows whenever you were in their city or close enough to them.

Also I feel like your parents would just get used to you leaving the hotel or tour bus a few hours after a show to go meet with up with someone.

Those in the cast not living in America were always salty when they saw photos of the others with you at shows. Cause they wanted to be able to meet up with you as often as the others.

Holland was ecstatic when you announced that you were going to do a world tour. He immediately bought tickets for him, his brothers, and Harrison. Which you refunded him on because "your the brother I've always wanted" if you have a brother, he was salty when he heard you say that

Hemsworth didn't go to your show in Australia as it was on a night he was busy but he invited your family over for dinner.

Okay now to during filming movies. Cause obviously.

I feel like you'd be in your trailer writing a new song and someone would bust through the door (usually Sebastian and Anthony) they'd insist in you singing a bit of it to them.

You agree sometimes but usually you close your notebook and flip them off.

When your not in your trailer working on new songs, you in Robert's "village" arguing with Evans about your favorite Disney movies. Cause why not.

Filming would be so much fun. I feel like just to spice it up you'd randomly start singing your lines in the most mundane scenes.

Whoever was in the scene with you would ask do so to mess with the directors.

You only did it once and a while since it wouldn't be funny if you didn't it a lot.

Benedict is the only one who you didn't do that too, mostly cause you had very few scenes with him and you just forgot to do it.

The blooper reels for every movie you were in had at least 3 clips where you broke into song.

"Steve, Tony stop arguing over useless stuff we have bigger problems." You sang keeping a straight face.

"She has a point." Scarlett copied you cause the cast and some of the crew to break out into laughter.

Now to your concerts again. You obviously had to plan concerts around filming. But right after filming for Endgame, you had to fly out to the location of your concert that was the next day. You didn't realize the OG avengers talked to your parents and they ended up showing up in the crowd. You invited them on stage.

"You in the front and your group come up here." You pretended not to know it was Chris Hemsworth, and the others.

That was the only time you had a tour planned directly after filming after that you were given a month on advanced, because Chris Evans got to wild and lifted you on his shoulders. Accidently dropping you making you break your arm.

He felt so bad.

All together being in the cast was fun though. Especially when you got to meet up with them at your concerts.

1K notes · View notes

hiraethenthusiast · 3 years ago

Text

"I love you most."| t.h.

pairing: actor!tom x reader

warnings: floof attack.

synopsis: tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten. he's in love with you madly, that's what he says.

a/n: guess who wants this? i do. i absolutely adore a loving husband no matter what, and i adore heartfelt gifts even more! i hope you all like this fic, this one's really close to me! tpwk everyone!

listen to clinton kane's i guess i'm in love

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

“So do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Tom as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks you while you and Tom look at him with impatience in your eyes.

“I do.” You say, making everyone cheer and making Tom smile.

“And do you Tom Ho-” “I do!” He shouts before the priest could even complete his sentence, making everyone at the altar erupt into laughs.

“Let him finish bubba” You laugh along, signalling the priest to go on when Tom mutters a small ‘sorry’ to him.

“Do you, Tom Holland, take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asks again, while Tom looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I do.” And everyone cheers once again, and you gently squeeze his hand.

“So I shall now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest says lastly before getting off the stage and as if on queue, Tom sweeps you under his arms and holds your waist before pressing his lips to yours. The moment was wholeheartedly content, his and your parents, both with tears in their eyes, even Paddy and Harry shed a few, because the moment was so pure to just not cry at. Tom kisses you as if he was the luckiest man on Earth, like he had achieved something which he thought he could never. He pulls back to look at you beaming with the biggest smile he’s seen on you in years, and smiles to himself once again.

This was the best day of both of your lives till now, and there was no doubt about it.

After 4 years of being together, Tom finally proposed to you, and then forgot where he kept the ring, but you couldn’t care less because the man you were in love with was now, going to be a forever favourite in your lives. And today, he was now your husband from your fiance, and you couldn’t be anymore happier.

You both settle down after roaming from one place to another greeting every guest that had attended your wedding, finally for a drink and some food. Harrison sits right behind you, completing the duties of best man with all his will, and you smile at him. The twins and Paddy come in a bit later, but your eyes are looking for someone else. Where’s Tom? Your question was answered when you hear the clinking of a glass, just to find your handsome husband there.

“May I have your attention please?” He looks directly at you and you blow him a kiss, him pretending to catch it making everyone laugh. Actors.

“Thank you all for attending and being a part of our very wonderful day, I swear you guys are our favourite people” He says while chuckling.

“Today is the day I married my wonderful and stunning lover, Y/N and in recognition of that, I decided to give you the best gift of this evening.” He says, making you wonder what he got for you.

“I remember when Y/N once told me that she always loves heartfelt and handmade gifts filled with love more than people buying her the gift of her choice. She likes the element of surprise, as she likes to say. So Y/N my darling, I thought you might notice and scold me for it but you didn’t, not even once in this 4 year old relationship, and trust me this is going to shock you. I’ve managed to record every important and goofy moment of our lives, from falling on a staircase to the time I proposed to you, I have it all. I’ve compiled them into one sweet video for you, while your favourite singer of them all, Mr. Clinton Kane sings a song for us! Please give him a huge round of applause!” You jerk your head to the place where Clinton enters from, and he waves at you making you wave instinctively as well.

You look back again towards Tom, who was smiling sweetly at your little fangirl moment and continues.

“I’d also like to thank Harrison and Harry for helping me edit this video, because I’m literally so dumb without anyone of these four with me.”

“Can you put the lights out and start the video please?” He asks one of the workers there at the venue, and jogs up to sit down beside you, giving you a small peck while you take a hold of his hand.

And on queue, the lights are dimmed and the video starts to play. You can hear the faint strumming of the guitar that Clinton is currently playing, but you aren’t able to identify the song just yet. You look ahead towards the screen, and your eyes light up when you see Tom dressed up in his wedding tuxedo, you finally realising that this bit was filmed just a few hours ago.

“Hello my lovely wife! Well, I’m filming this part before the ceremony starts but I think I’m pretty certain on showing you this video after we’re married. This was...boring. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the video my love, and don’t hit me when we get home! I love you so so so much, enjoy!” He says before shutting off his camera, while everyone laughs at his goofiness and you glare at him playfully. The video rolls again and you look forward, but suddenly realise the song. It’s ‘I Guess I’m In Love’, you say to yourself. Tom had proposed to you after a few days when the song came out, and somehow on the night of him proposing, this song was played. You labelled it ‘our song’ and he happily obliged.

“Haz hold the camera correctly for god's sake...” You hear your husband’s voice and move your head towards the screen, smiling brightly.

“Oh I’m obsessed. With the way your head is laying on my chest.” Clinton starts, immediately soothed by the presence of your lover and the melody in your ears.

“I am holding the camera nicely mate bugger off! Nikki taught me well!” Harrison says in the background making everyone giggle.

“She’s coming shut up”

“What’s this Tom?” You ask him, as he looks at you like a kid in love.

“Y/N”

“Tom” You say in the same manner, feeling anxious by the second.

“So we’ve been dating for 4 years and trust me those have been the most beautiful four years of my life. I know this is so out of the blue, but Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the favour of marrying the person who loves you immensely? A.k.a. Tom?" He says and you laugh. You hold on for a few seconds, looking in his eyes which were filled with desperation.

"Yes" You say and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He can't stop beaming and searches for the ring in his pocket, only to find out that he didn't have it.

"Oh I'm a mess. When I overthink the little things in my head."

"I have the ring I promise." He says, moving frantically.

"Tom-"

"I swear I kept the ring in my pocket-"

"Tom-"

"How can I be this stupid you probably don't want to marry me anymore-"

"TOM!" He jerks his head towards you as you shout his name.

"It's okay. I just want you right now." You say and he immediately hugs you, the tightest of them all.

The clip ends and you knew the tears were coming very soon, Tom senses the action and rubs your knuckles., giving you a hearty smile.

The second clip rolls in soon, your eyes brightening almost instantly.

"You seem to always help me catch my breath. But then I lose it again, when I look at you, that's the end."

"Why the hell are we on the top of the Eiffel Tower? And why do you want your phone to crash?" You ask him, while he struggles to make a video with his phone while the winds roar at the top of the monument.

"Because I want to remember this moment!" He shouts, making you smile even more.

"My goof"

"Your goof"

"You're lucky I love you"

"I wouldn't have it any other way darling" He says and gives you a quick peck on the lips, this moment too pure to realise.

"Why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? And butterflies can't stop me falling for you."

"Now we may invite, a very handsome young lad, who happens to be Spiderman, Mr. Tom Holland!" Harry shouts in the video, while you all pretended to have a grand gala when you couldn't attend Tom's premiere.

He walks in wearing a black tuxedo, his shirt buttons open from the top, looking dashing.

"Thank you for inviting Harold, but please, call the star of today's night." Tom says, making everyone groan about how in love he was with you.

"Patience Thomas. Now may I present, the queen of today's night, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" Everyone applauds as you walk down the stairs as you hear your name. You reach the door wearing a red and black dress, the clothing complementing your body more than ever. Everyone seems to keep clapping but your attention is towards that one dummy, who's standing like he's seen a ghost.

"..Oh wow." He's speechless, and everyone knows it. You blush at your boyfriend's gesture and nudge him in the shoulder, as a signal to stop staring.

"I hope you all understand that I scored a jackpot, thank you" He sees and everybody laughs.

You laugh along with the other guests, remembering the faint memory from over two years back. This was one of the most fun nights you've had with Tom. While you laugh at the clip, all Tom can do is stare at you in awe. How did he get so lucky, he thinks. He watches how your face glows when you see someone happy on the screen. He truly was blessed.

"And darling this is more than anything I've felt before. You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find. Someone who was worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak. But I know now I've found the one I love."

"Please don't go" You sniffle on Tom's shoulder, asking him to stay one last time before his flight leaves for Atlanta.

"If it was in my hands darling I'd never leave your side." He says, trying to hold back tears.

"It's okay, I understand." You say, pulling back and clearing your throat.

"Awh Y/N please don't cry." Tom tries to persuade his emotions by telling you to stop, but a tear falls down his cheeks in an instant.

"I'm sorry." You say, chuckling lightly, making Tom chuckle too.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I know you will be"

"Please board the flight for Atlanta which leaves at 1330 hours" The flight attendant announces, and you know it's time to let him go.

"Come back home to me soon okay?" You say, wiping your tears.

"As soon as possible"

"I love you" He says.

"I love you more."

"I love you most." You can't argue with that now.

"Bye bubba" You say, giving him one last kiss, a very long one indeed, that left you both searching for oxygen.

"Bye darling" And he leaves to board his flight. You look in the same direction until he disappears and you turn around.

"Harrison, are you crying?"

"No-" He sniffles and you laugh.

You knew you were going to cry as soon as you saw the location. This was one of the hardest moments of your life, letting your lover go away from you for so long, and you weren't ready for that. You wiped your tears while Tom rubbed your hand with one of his, the other cleaning his tear stained face. You look back to see Harrison crying once again, and you laugh a bit at him before giving him your hand for comfort. He really was the best man. You blow a kiss to your family and Tom's, who were currently high on emotions. Even the brothers had tears in their eyes. You really did get the best family.

"And I love the way. You can never find the right things to say. And you can't sit still an hour in the day. I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough."

The rest of the video were some clips of you and Tom being goofy and so in love, which were a delight to watch. The song played in the background, adding its own special touch, which was necessary to bind this moment together. All these moments which Tom managed to shoot secretly were a lifelong reminder of how much your person loved you. He loved you.

And that is all you need.

The video gets over and Tom looks at you with puppy eyes.

"So, how was it?"

"You're the reason my makeup is ruined and I have mascara stains" You say, laughing while crying.

"That good, huh?"

"That good." You say and he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead.

"I love you bubba"

"I love you more" He says, kissing your cheek.

"I love you most."

He couldn't argue with that.

"But I know now I've found the one I love."

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

tagging some friends who'd like to read!

@evanssimpybaby @hollandsmushroom @tomsoxytocin @scarletspideyy @leafy-holland @t-lostinworlds

#tom holland angst #tom holland gifs #tom holland x reader #x reader #tom holland and reader #tom holland smut #tom holland #fluff #romantic #wedding #love #holland and co #cute as a button every single one of you #raya writes #raya is a mohmaya

212 notes · View notes

nevenabadr · 3 years ago

Text

50 Shades of You! Tom Hiddleston X Female! Reader

Note: This is my first ever fanfiction for Tom Hiddleston. I have not written fiction for ages. English is not my first language.

Inspiration: this is inspired by:

“I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.”

–Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Word count: 2660

Warnings: Romance, sweet words, and smut–this is +21 and not for everyone.

Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback. 💚

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

During the summer Cambridge University was having a conference "Gothic Elements In John Milton's Paradise Lost." As you the young professor of literature, the coordinate manager suggested that the University alumnus could join for not just attending, but acting a piece of the tragedy. Amongst the candidates was the Classic department graduate and famous actor, Tom Hiddleston.

You know that he might have scheduled issues or time conflicts, but you suggested the committee email him. To your surprise, he accepted the offer.

The scene of choice was casting the devil out of hell.

On the stage during the conference eve, you did not have the perfect time to watch him, but you took a glimpse of acting from far.

He even caught your show and face attending the rehearsals.

The conference day was pressuring. You were trying to get everything right, in the middle of your so-close meltdown. A voice brought you to reality, "Hello, is this professor Y/N)?"

You turned to find the British handsome alumni smiling peacefully at you. "Yes, how can I help you?"

"Indeed, I am the one offering help." As he adjusted his glasses, I asked the committee manager to take upon some errant backstage. Maybe I can assist with the front ceremony?"

"Of course," you paused for a moment, "can you help me with the dinner's seats arrangement? My assistant is absent and I have to print and arrange them myself."

"Just show me a computer and all will be done."

Both of you took your time arranging an evening missing up some seats.

"Here comes my name. You will be seated with the professors, of course!" He was busy putting name tags over the table.

"Oh! Don't remind me." You replied as if it is a conversation with an old friend and continued "the Classic department and Literature."

"They might start a war." Both of you started laughing

"I have an idea." He took a tag from his table and moved yours next to his. "Now you will be with a friend"

The presentations finished, you had to go for the gym showers to change and wear your conference and dinner dress.

By the time you arrived, the scene from the tardy was about to be played. You took your place in the front seat.

Tom was playing Satan. He noticed that you were reciting the lines with him. He even almost smiles at you. Could not hold himself from looking at you in the front row while playing the scene of...

"All is not lost; the unconquerable Will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield; (And what is else not to be overcome?) That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me to bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee and deify his power, Who from the terror of his arm so late Doubted his empire[.] (I, 106–114)"

Your facial expressions captured his eyes, the movement of your lips and then the flame of your applause.

At the dinner, he was interested to hear all about your work and writings. His eyes could not able to leave you.

By the end of the dinner, he walked you to your car, "this was lovely, thank you for tonight"

You smiled at him, "thank you for accepting our invitation."

You shake hands and opened your car door like the gentleman he is.

"Would you like to go out with me, for a coffee? Books and coffee, maybe." He did not hesitate to ask.

"I would love to. You already have my number within the conference contact information." You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

As your car drove away, he knew he was up for an adventure.

Three months later, you are happily dating and sharing sweet kisses. He suggested a film marathon. Each week one of you chose a topic.

That Saturday's topic was Russian Literature and you had to add: "or inspired by it"

"Excuse me, but Tolstoy has no comparison!" He grimaced

"Shadow and Bones, love!" You teased him, "it the Netflix adaption of the era"

"After Anna Karenina, please," he sounded like an old professor.

"Alright then, deal." You tickled him and kissed his lips softly

Both of you enjoyed Anna Karenina, however, you were crying in his arms.

"That dreadful ending."

He hugged you "Hey, Shadow and Bones will make it up to you, let me make extra popcorn." Once again, he kissed you.

He came back with popcorn that will at least survive three episodes. You snuggled between his arms.

"Look at Alexie, how he said 'Make me your villain.'"

You were swooning as a fangirl.

"I beg your pardon, I am literally a villain," he complained

Oh! I would literally," stressing upon the last word, "let him have me"

His face was irritated and you not coming close to making love made him anxious, that you might not be ready. He never inquired about you.

You caressed his tummy, "hey, a penny for your thoughts, sir." It sounded like one of the Jack the Ripper prostitutes, about which you have constantly been talking.

His voice evolved deeper and his eyes did not leave yours "your deepest sexual desire. What do you crave?"

Comparing to your age, you were nervous and inexperienced. "My life was spent between books. I..."

He did not let you continue speaking and took your lips between his drawing your body closer to him, uttering between his hot kisses "I am not just a villain" his lips made the earth move "I am a God" whispering against the sport skin of your nick " a king" his hands were moving down the same tomes his lips reached the line of your bosom whilst his hand slides prevailed touching down pussy and dug his fingers driving you till the edge.

"I want you," you whispered between your soft moans.

He neglected your cravings and maintained his rhythm, watching your complexion and closed eyes till you arched your back in awe.

You collapsed between his arms heavily breathing "that was extremely wonderful, but I need you"

He kissed your lips playfully. "you are a delicious girl, Y/N, but..."

You hashed him with a kiss that he pulled from "if your life was between books, I want you to write me your deepest desire."

"Darling, it was a series, Alexie is fictional." You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Fictional or not, he is a man, you are paying for this."

He was deadly serious "write me your longing."

You laugh "What? Like the 50 Shades of Y/N?"

He gazed into your eyes "aiming to please and punish you, darling, avenging my honour"

The next morning when you were with your family on Sunday's lunch, he opened an email titled "50 Shades of Y/A"

The content was as follows:

"You!"

He grinned to himself and determined to show her how fiction can become real.

Your week was busy. He had signed a new contract for a mini-series and was supposed to film soon.

Not replying to your email made you nervous, even went meeting for dinner. He was quiet about it.

You checked your sent box millions of times to make sure it arrived. Still, you knew he was busy working, and you were busy with the finals coming soon.

Thursday’s dinner, nothing yet, nothing but gaggling and discussing your days and current reads.

"Darling, we did not decide this week's marathon"

He did not take his eyes off the menu "Are not you having a big family week, you should go" he was confident and calm.

Deep inside you wanted to grab his neck and jiggle him, but for the lady you are and the restaurant, you were calm.

"Wonderful!"

The dinner was over; he drove you home, kissed you goodnight.

Saturday morning, a ringing at your door. Apparently, you received a package, a big one.

You kept thinking that some books might have come early from your publisher. Unwrapping it to a surprise satin 1950 coat with Ruby red entourage and black heels.

There was also a note, she recognised the handwriting:

"Wear nothing but this for your punishment. If other pieces were found upon your body, then fear my fury and vengeance.

Love,

So, it was her version of Mr Grey. But have you ever been ready to comply with anyone?"

Suddenly, a message arrived on your phone

"Reminder, a black will pick you tonight at 8, don't disobey me, Princess."

Your heel clicked on the floor as a man dressed in an old fashion suit opened the car for you. The windows were blacked out, so you did not see where it was heading.

"Welcome, Princess," he greeted you as if you were royalty, "My master is awaiting your presence."

You took his hands. The place was carved out of one of your favourite dark fantasies, a mansion with gargoyles, dark lighting, and a vast garden.

You could not believe your eyes. Tom knew your deepest desires indeed.

But that is not the end.

The inside was as of a dark enchantment with deep red flowers and candles. The servant showed you the way to a dining room fit for a feast. Tom was not there.

"My master requires you to await his arrival." The servant bowed and left.

You were like a child been left inside her favourite toyshop. The ornaments, the lighting, and even the shapes of the food. That aesthetic you only could dream of but never reach.

"Enjoying yourself already?" You turned to find your man dressed in a black Victorian suit. His face was shaved, shorter hair, no glasses. Just all of the handsome glory.

You took a step forward "no princess, I shall come for you"

He kissed your hand and then sat on the table's head, while it sat on the opposite side and faced you away indeed.

"Are you pleased, princess?" He raised his glass of red wine.

"Yes, my Prince." You smile.

"In here, you shall address me as your king." His eyes lit with fire, and his voice was harsh.

You played along and raised an eyebrow "my king."

"This is not a game, princess, you are my prisoner"

You dined quietly, as he did not drop his eyes from you.

"Enjoying yourself?"

You flirted "deeply, my king"

He left his chair and came closer to you, his fingers left your chain so you can gaze into your eyes.

He asked, "care for a dance?"

You smiled "I would love to."

You stepped forward and took his hand to a ballroom, just for you and him, the dark king.

The following piece of music was sensual and moving.

"The coat, princess, I want to see nothing but heels on your body,"

You obeyed the king, but for a tick. When you took it off, underneath it a short emerald green strapless corset dress tight upon the curves of your body and pushed your bosoms to their glory.

He grinned and his eyes darken "looking for further punishment, I suppose?"

"Anything to please the king." You took his hand and kissed it. He did not expect it.

He turned furiously and the next song was romantic. He wrapped his arms around you once again, waltz, you sneaky woman, deserved joy before being punished.

Twirling you on the dance floor like the earth has no one but the two of you.

By the end, he carried you "to my chambers, little one"

You were nervous and anxious. What if he did not like what was underneath the dress?

He entered a candlelight room with a four-poster bed in the centre. The curtains of the bed were black and emerald.

He laid you in bed, kissing your lips and playing with your hair.

His breathing was heating against your skin.

"You won't miss that dress, will you, princess?"

He did not wait for your reply as he lifted a dagger amongst the layers of his suit and cut the corset down to the last piece of the dress.

You wore nothing else. You were lying exposed as he stood to look upon your naked curves for the first time.

You spontaneously tried to cover your bosom and private parts.

"No, do not you dare" he was angry and you could not distinguish reality from fantasy.

You throw the rest of the dress away. Hands laying by your head and he stood there for a juncture, gazing at every inch of your body.

"Turn," he ordered angrily as if the soul of Loki took over him, "I said, turn"

You nearly dropped tears "here my king"

You felt the softness of his lips upon your delicate shoulders.

Kissing the line of your spine. He knows this will work like magic. You tickle from your back, now trying to lick you, taste you, slap you.

He flipped you to face him. You were sobbing. He could hear it under your moans.

"You are not a princess, you are not a queen."

He wipes her tears from her cheek "you are a goddess and I am your slave."

You giggled between your tears, wrapping your arms around his neck "my king"

"Your, slave" As his voice became softer, he hushed you with a finger.

He kissed every inch of your body. You were playing with his short blonde locks.

"Let me worship your bosom, my goddess" he kissed, licked and played with your nipples and cupped your bosoms gently.

Kissing down till he reached your pussy, "Let me worship your temple" as he licked your clitoris.

You were moaning loader now

“Not this time, my king I want you inside me."

"Alright, as the pleasure of my goddess, I shall obey."

He adjusted his weight on you and asked, "wider for me, my goddess of beauty"

You opened for him as he enters you for the first time. You let out a loud breath "are you alright" he took your hands between his.

"Continue, my king."

He is just thrusting himself gently inside you. Your moans filling the room

"I am a villain, a king, a god, and a man"

Your hands were free to run along his back as he continued, "a man, no, a slave for my goddess"

You were moving with him and moaning louder, "my king, what else?"

Thursinting himself harder and moving with a faster pace.

"My goddess, the sculptures of beauty," between his breathing and moaning "Da Vinci would not be able to capture your grace"

You were kissing as your nail dug inside his shoulders.

His last whispers as moving himself inside your pussy which was clutching around his manhood. He moved with pace, as you rocked your lap against him

"I will live in thy heart," kissing your lips as you bite his lower lip between your steamy breath. "Die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.”

He was going faster now and you were in tremendous awe and your skin was heating up with your pleasure.

"Look at me goddess" you were closing your eyes as you become close to you your orgasm "look at me," he ordered

"I love thee, Tom," you said as your pussy was clutching around his manhood and trembling underneath him. His enormous climax followed your orgasm.

You were shaking. He used his hands to keep himself from crushing you with his weight.

He rested his forehead on yours till both of you caught your breath. Gently took you between his arms as resting on his side "and I love thee, Y/N"

kissed you and as you were falling asleep, yet muttered, "I made you my villain, did not I?"

He giggles, "I beg your pardon, your God, King, and lover"

You kissed for the last time of that night and snuggle between peacefully each other's arms.

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

Tag list:

@shafverani

@imsebastiansta-n

@brokenwitty

@221bshrlocked (awaiting your feedback)

@sinner-as-saint

@zemosimp05

@buckys-fairy

#marvel #fan fiction #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #Loki #loki fic #Loki Smut #tom hiddleston × reader #Crimson Peak #Thor #loki laufeyson #Disney Loki #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fandom #tom hiddleston one shot #Tom Hiddleston OneShot #Tom Hiddleston x you

242 notes · View notes

neroushalvaus · 3 years ago

Text

I've finally seen the full thing! My thoughts about Downton Abbey: The New Era under the cut!

I'm not sure if I liked it more or less than I liked the first one. With the first movie there was that sense of anticipation, when I had thought we'd never get more Downton and then we did and it was such a rush. This time I think there was less fanservice and less highly quotable scenes. There was the same fluffiness as there was the last time that keeps the movies and the tv series separate from each other in my mind. I don't mind it, though. I think the plot was better this time and the new characters were much more likable to me than in the first Downton movie. More about them later.

One of the blink-and-you-miss-it things that I loved was that Edith's and Bertie's son is called Peter after Bertie's cousin. I found that so wonderful.

Okay but Edith in general! I'm not very good at hiding the fact that she is my least favourite character in Downton, but I really liked her in this movie. I liked her interactions with Mary and was very happy to see she is writing again. Good for her!

I saw the movie with my mother and she can't stop talking about how glad she is that Mary seems so ready to have a divorce. I'm inclined to agree. I also thought Barber was nice. I'm not sure if they had undeniable chemistry or anything but he was nice.

Tom Branson has died. RIP. No but seriously, there was nothing recognizable about him, he and Lucy were this boring young couple and Maud Bagshaw (why did we need her in this movie again? I'll take this back if someone really wanted her in the movie but I just don't understand) literally congratulated him for being a leopard who has changed his spots. Sigh.

But we got some children! We were able to see them! There were some cute moments, like Sybbie still calling Robert "Donk". I still think it would have been better if they had a plot and more lines on their own, the actors are old enough to handle it. I know JF has said he can't write children, but you know, Lord Jules, it is okay to ask for help with your script. Also I'm upset my brotp Thomas+children has been forgotten, he looked at Sybbie once and that was it. Luckily I know him personally and he told me he will write to them from the States regularly and visit them when he's in England.

Speaking of Thomas, I really liked the scene between him and Mrs Hughes after Thomas had read Richard's letter, as I thought I would. At least one of my brotp's is still doing good. Mind that I wouldn't have liked this scene as much if it had happened in the context of a different story. I wouldn't have liked Thomas being told by a straight person how hard and lonely his life will be unless he gets very lucky... But the scene was truly saved by Thomas defying that expectation by finding someone in the same movie. Very good. Also I'm always here for Thomas being called brave.

Thomas and Guy Dexter had such a great chemistry, they made me so happy. I loved the way Guy flirted with Thomas, he was both kind and cheeky at the same time, just what he needs. There was no kiss or anything like that, and maybe that's okay, you really got the feeling that the job offer can truly mean as much or as little as Thomas wants. I personally choose to believe that they ran towards each other and snogged after Thomas handed in his notice, their smiles truly looked like that. And while I'm not sure the passage of time was made very clear throughout the movie, I think that with them you really got the vibe that they got more comfortable with each other during the month.

So I really liked Guy and I liked Barber, but of all the new characters Myrna Dalgleish was my baby. I think her arc was very manageable for a movie like this one, simple but nice. And I don't know, she felt like a Downton character to me, and that was very good. I also really liked how Daisy and Anna (and Albert) fangirled over her.

Speaking of Anna, I know many people didn't like how the movie separated Anna/Bates, Molesley/Baxter and Hughes/Carson to different locations but I quite liked it. Especially with Anna and Bates I think the two of them often feel more like one entity than two different people, and I liked seeing them apart as well as together.

And yes, Molesley/Baxter proposal was very cute and fitting for the two of them.

I haven't been too keen on the thought of Mrs Patmore and Mr Mason together, because back in season six it felt very pair-the-spares to me and I couldn't quite get behind the ship. However, I didn't mind them in this movie and Patmore was a delight as she usually is.

Please let Andy be a farmer, he doesn't want to be a butler.

After all the remarks Violet has made about how superior the English are to people from other countries, the two men she has apparently found attractive are French and Russian. Fancy that.

Violet and Isobel... I will never forget them... This is truly Isobel Crawley widow era...

It was very nice to see Clarkson and Rosamund. They did delight me. But guess who really, really delighted me?

I was not aware Denker was going to be in the movie and let me tell you, when I saw her, I was so so happy. She was very sad and worried about Violet through the movie, so she was not quite herself, but I was glad to see her anyway after her outrageous absence from the last movie. I hope Spratt is doing well (Hey Mary guess who would probably rather be the butler than the guy who wants to be a farmer??).

I can not believe Thomas Barrow got an honest to God marriage proposal... What a time to be alive!

#downton abbey #new era meltdown #downton abbey spoilers

21 notes · View notes

teebarnes · 4 years ago

Text

✨ | My Likeable Girl

Click [100 Followers Fic] for the rest of the 100 follower fics :)

Pairing: Tom Holland x pregnant!Reader

Summary: Hanging with your husband on his day off, playing a prank on him or what you thought was a prank, sleeping in the middle of the day.

Word Count: 700ish words

Warning(s): fluff... again... sorry! yeah, yeah I don't know what it is with me and pregnancy. (I stg I didn't mean for them to happen lmao). Poor writing, I gave up. (This will eventually be edited)...

A/N: This is my first time posting for Tom Holland, I hope it is as good as I hope it will be lol. Plus, I've been kinda fangirling over Tom recently... which I usually don't do sooo. (GIF isn't mine)

⤑ Click here for my taglist to be notified when I post my future fics.

Any Likes, Comments & Reblogs are super duper appreciated :))

It was one of those days in the Holland home. Lazy, raining and not much for the pair of you to do...

You were sitting across from Tom when you had the sudden idea to like and comment on all of his Instagram photos from today to his first post. So there you were, sitting on the sofa across from your husband. Liking all his pictures and commenting on something totally unrelated to his Instagram post.

You were trying not to giggle, looking up at him now and then to see he was also scrolling through his phone. However, for a few minutes, you were too focused on your phone you had stopped checking on Tom. As a result, you hadn't notice Tom standing right in front of you.

"Are you liking all my photos?"

You jumped a bit, phone slipping from your hands and behind the couch.

"No..." you look around, "what are you tal-" he cuts you off when he wrapped his arms around you, collecting you up from your seat. You started to giggle the tighter he hugged.

"Tom… Tom… Tooooom," you laugh; he looked at you pecking your lips.

"you think it's funny, huh?" He squishes you tighter in his arms "y-y-yeah", you managed to laugh out. Tom's face was in deep satisfaction, letting you go. His arms travelled to around your waist. You let him kiss your forehead when he leaned down.

"sweet, that was no prank… it's a compliment." Tom winked at you before slapping your ass. You re-positioned your arms around his neck, looking up at him. "What can I say? My husband is the most beautiful person I know."

Carefully taking your husband's hand from behind your waist, you set his hand on your growing bump. "We think you're the most handsome man." you chuckle. Tom chuckled with you as he caressed your belly lightly with his hand. Tom gleams down at your stomach before taking a knee kissing your bump. "I think you're beautiful too, princess. I also think your mum is too," he smiled, whispering to your unborn daughter.

He stood back up, not before picking you up by the legs. You were slumped over his shoulder, laughing.

"Tom, what on earth are you doing."

"To sleep, I'm tired."

"It's only midday hon."

He shrugged with you still slumped over his shoulder "good enough for me", he smirked to himself. He laid you softly on the bed as he got up next to you. You snuggled into his side, eyes closed. Tom was tracing shapes on your arms as you held them.

"I'm gonna love you forever y/n", Tom spoke.

You giggled at his random comment, "Well, I would expect so hon." you joked with him, lulling a small laugh from his sleepy state.

"Will you love me forever?" "I will love you forever; that's a promise."

"That's why I like you so much", Tom mumbled which you mentally rolled your eyes. "yooooou are my likeaaableee gal", he sung.

"Alright, old pa, you really need sleep", you giggled, throwing the blanket over the both of you.

"I love you, Tom", you whispered.

"I love you 5000", he mumbled.

You chuckled "5000 it is", you whispered, kissing his chin. Tom had instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. Rubbing your back lightly, you fell asleep in his hold.

You dreamt of the time you met Tom for the first time, the faint memory of him accidentally liking a photo you posted four years ago. That's when it all started. Evidently slid into your DMS four years ago, getting married a year ago and now pregnant with his child a few months ago. The faint memory made you giggle in your sleep.

Tom wasn't asleep; he laid there admiring you, your laugh. He caressed your bump, which had helped you get through the last month after having a bit of trouble sleeping. He only wanted to go to bed because he could see how tired you were, not that he was but because you were. Gosh, he thought how lucky he was to have you with him. Tom loved you so much and would never let you forget that. Both of you were young, yes. But it didn't stop him from loving you and creating the life both of you wanted.

He was happy with you, just as you were.

Both of you were so very content with your little life and your bundle of joy on the way.

There was nothing more he could ask for; he had it all.

He had you.

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

Tom Holland's Taglist: @buckyfan12 @afraid-to-be-me @fairityretro

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland one shot #tom holland fic #tom holland drabble

168 notes · View notes