#'winner' as in got on the art spread btw

[underratedmhapoll]

Ranking the rankings seems a bit redundant don't you think?

[just-some-random-blogger]

good morning lovie!! i've read this fic and omg it's cute TT 1) i think it made my forehead even more hot (not as hot as you though ;)) due to the temperature, 2) why sonya?? no but why?? why sonya?? really self-indulged but as i know it's mostly spread on the territory of slavik countries? i may be really wrong but ig i never heard specifically this very form 'sonya' in you know... foreign media and all. kitty gif TT i love your kitty gifs sm TT they're so cute TT 'im too lazy to think of them all' lol we're so same... when i came to kpop i wanted to know like every group existing and now i don't even remember some of the names of idols i used to like... but what a soft spot svt and got7 got in my heart TT svt's japanese releases?? the pure blessing. 'well ur my cat now' meow meow. if those songs about broken heart and being high when i was merely 12 had made me your cat than ig i can tell everyone how i've gone a really long way... to teach you all how to be successful!! 'im starting my classes so it will take a while' it's all fine!! take all the time you need!! yk that i can wait for a what? yeah never tired of the jokes abt it classes should be your first priority, tumblr can handle you living your big brained life. 'what you think of what i’ll end up with' end up first ig TT but i'm eager to know too 'WHY SHAPED LIKE FRIEND' actually there was a bear that attacked 2 children once... akmu are good. i'm not really a fan but they do have charming voices. i liked 'let's take time' more. ballads or ballads-like songs aren't for me ig. 'resistance to getting sick???' ig i understand hvhdjdj. thanks love!! guess i shouldn't send you grateful kisses rn but i do appreciate it!! luv u<з 'SOMETIMES IT SHOULD JUST WRITE ITSELF!!!!' YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! so right catmom so right!!!! what are these scientists even doing?? why can't they invent such a thing?? i know probably some things like this exist but it's not exactly what we need!! 'my ears T_T' god bless your ears... and thanks for explaining all these music words!! hfjsjs guess soon i'll be able to understand these people who attended music school (dk if it's truly what they call it) i've got results of that academic competition, btw. as i've said, i'd done really bad. but i'm 14th! the meme is NO ONE got even more than a half... like no one has even 50 when the max is 100. even the winner... we're all so silly and it makes me feel better. 'good night my love!' it's almost every time night. so thanks!! good morning to you, hottie-cutie!!! have a nice day! praying for you!! pretending that i'm scared by your threat (will you do anything to your cat?? meow meow). hope i'll get better soon too. love you!! take care <з

GOOD MORNING <3 lets hope i answer fast enough before my class starts AHAHAHAH (not that that my online classes have ever stopped me from doing anything)

LOL THIS CAT REMINDS ME OF THIS OTHER CAT IN PUSS IN BOOTS

life imitates art imitates life HAHAHAHAH

anyway

i've read this fic and omg it's cute TT 1) i think it made my forehead even more hot (not as hot as you though ;)) due to the temperature,

T_T yes im so glad you acknowledge im hot but pls take care of yourself drink some water T_T idk have some chicken soup? and drink your medicine. im glad you think its cute it is 😌

2) why sonya?? no but why?? why sonya?? really self-indulged but as i know it's mostly spread on the territory of slavik countries? i may be really wrong but ig i never heard specifically this very form 'sonya' in you know... foreign media and all.

HAHHAAHAHAH well to be fair, i had a libriarian in school i think her name was sonia with an i but idk so for the longest time i thought sonya was spanish because the philippines had the spanish as their colonizers for 333 years lol. but i will say i was just going through girl names as one does when writing and i found sonya and was like yes i like the way that name sounds. her name was supposed to be cornellia then lucille then smth else but i liked sonya the most. i did see in the description it was russian in origin so it made me like it even more lol. not because of you HAHAHAHAHAH i didnt even think of you then AHHAHAHAHAHAH but because i have just always liked the way russian names sound. <3

idk it sounds very satisfying to me, both very familiar and foreign all at once. i like the letter blends you have <3 i esp like it when russian boy names sound 'feminine' lol cos again we were colonized by spain and spanish words that end in 'a' are usually classified as feminine, and so when i found out russian names like alexander and dmitri had nicknames like sasha and misha i was like 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 HUH? THATS ADORABLE i jusT LIKE FEMENINE SOUNDING BOY NAMES AND SOME MASCULINE SOUNDING GIRL NAMES OK LHASDHALSHDSA I WENT ON A RANT AHAHAHAHH

kitty gif TT i love your kitty gifs sm TT they're so cute TT

cats are so weird and cute

'im too lazy to think of them all' lol we're so same... when i came to kpop i wanted to know like every group existing and now i don't even remember some of the names of idols i used to like... but what a soft spot svt and got7 got in my heart TT svt's japanese releases?? the pure blessing.

HAHAAH LAZY BIG BRAIN THINGS HAHAAHH. i love japanese comebacks too!!! HONESTLY WERE SO THE SAME. i think japanese comebacks are sometimes better than the korean ones lol HASLdhas AHAHHAHAH idk i think it has something to do with the language again cos japanese also gives me the same vibes as russian that is familiar and foreign all at once. probably cos of all the consonants.

'well ur my cat now' meow meow. if those songs about broken heart and being high when i was merely 12 had made me your cat than ig i can tell everyone how i've gone a really long way... to teach you all how to be successful!!

T_T my success cat coach T_T HAHAHHAHHAH

'im starting my classes so it will take a while' it's all fine!! take all the time you need!! yk that i can wait for a what? yeah never tired of the jokes abt it

AHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA will do baby cakes

classes should be your first priority, tumblr can handle you living your big brained life.

slay

'what you think of what i’ll end up with' end up first ig TT but i'm eager to know too

T_T LOL ASHFHAS:OFHA:SF

'WHY SHAPED LIKE FRIEND' actually there was a bear that attacked 2 children once...

akmu are good. i'm not really a fan but they do have charming voices. i liked 'let's take time' more. ballads or ballads-like songs aren't for me ig.

i see i see this is where we begin to differ i think hahahha interesting

'resistance to getting sick???' ig i understand hvhdjdj. thanks love!! guess i shouldn't send you grateful kisses rn but i do appreciate it!! luv u<з

lhafhasfh;asf pssshhh you can send me kisses its fine im not gonna catch your fever through the screen Ashlash aHAHHAHAHHAH

'SOMETIMES IT SHOULD JUST WRITE ITSELF!!!!' YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! so right catmom so right!!!! what are these scientists even doing?? why can't they invent such a thing?? i know probably some things like this exist but it's not exactly what we need!!

YOURE SO RIGHT WHAT ARE SCIENTISTS DOING T_T��🤬🤬👎👎👎😡😡😡😡😡

'my ears T_T' god bless your ears... and thanks for explaining all these music words!! hfjsjs guess soon i'll be able to understand these people who attended music school (dk if it's truly what they call it)

AHHAHHAHH yeah soon you'll know everything i know about music HAHAHAH to be fair, i go to music school and T_T sometimes i have absolutely no idea what people are talking about

i've got results of that academic competition, btw. as i've said, i'd done really bad. but i'm 14th! the meme is NO ONE got even more than a half... like no one has even 50 when the max is 100. even the winner... we're all so silly and it makes me feel better.

HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH see the test was stupid /: but not you youre so smart [hugs] what a rat test AHAHAHA

'good night my love!' it's almost every time night. so thanks!! good morning to you, hottie-cutie!!! have a nice day! praying for you!!

praying for you <3 idk what time it is there so good morning/afternoon/evening <3

pretending that i'm scared by your threat (will you do anything to your cat?? meow meow).

IM OFFENDED THAT YOURE NOT 😡😡😡😡😡👎👎👎👎👎🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬👿👿👿👿👿👹👹👹👹👹👹👺👺👺👺👺🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅 I WILL STOMP YOU YOURE NOT ACTUALLY A CAT ALSO YOURE TALLER THAN ME GRRRR TACKLE WRESTLE SLAM DUNK

hope i'll get better soon too. love you!! take care <з

[softspiderling]

swanky fortune - part three | t.h.

Summary: you catch a glimpse of Tom’s private life and are torn between letting your guard down or keeping it up (being surrounded by four boys who have nothing but nonsense in their head certainly did not help your case).

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Song I listened to while writing: Heatwave by Robin Schulz feat Akon

Author’s Note: AAAHHHH this chapter turned out way longer than I intended, I hope you enjoy it anyways! BTW obviously the FFH premiere was ages ago and we all know the winners of the raffle did not get to spend as much time with Tom as I’ve been writing here, so pls remember this is all fiction!

Warnings: cursing, swearing, honestly it wouldn’t be a fic of mine without a good old ‘shit’

Word Count: 4,4k

Masterlist

Teaser | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten 

After lounging around for a while you got changed, ready to hit town. You just spent nine hours on a plane and you were desperate for some exercise. Grabbing your purse and phone, you exited your room and rode down the elevator to the lobby.

With a wave to the receptionist, you walked out of the hotel and exhaled deeply, perching your sunglasses on your nose.

The sun rays hit your bare skin, leaving you warm and you were glad that the weather was so nice. You didn’t have a lot of time in Los Angeles, so you wanted to make use of all the time you got, plus you still were hoping to find the perfect dress for the premiere the next day.

A couple hours later you returned to the hotel, stomach filled with coffee, various baked sweets, shopping bags dangling from your arms. You got really lucky, too. You’ve been strolling through a few stores and smaller boutiques when a pale blue dress caught your eye.

The straps were thin with a classy V-neck, it was tight around the chest and falling in a loose skirt, just above your knees. You’ve immediately fallen in love with it.

Arriving back in your hotel room, you placed the shopping bags on the bed and you pulled out the dress, holding it against your body. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed wistfully. You were really nervous because of the premiere, especially with all those celebrities that were going to attend. You knew you had nothing on them, considering they were styled professionally and you were going to style yourself, but you still wanted to look your best.

Grabbing a hanger out of the closet, you hung your dress on it and put it back in, mentally noting down to ask the hotel for a pressing iron. Plopping down on the bed, you kicked off your shoes and got comfortable, pulling your phone out.

You scrolled through Instagram, looking at different pictures on your feed. You probably should do something more exciting, but you felt awkward walking around by yourself or eating alone in a restaurant. You knew you shouldn’t, you were a grown woman, yet you couldn’t help yourself.

A sudden vibration of your phone startled you and caused you to almost drop the device on your face, but gripping it with your fingertips, you clicked on the notification that just got in.

Tom: We’re heading out to Griffith Park. Do you want to come along? 🤗

Sign me the hell up, you thought at first and then pulled a face while typing a reply to Tom. You really shouldn’t be acting like a crazy fan, that’d probably weird everyone out.

You: Yeah, that sounds cool! I don’t want to impose, tho🤔

Tom: Nah, you won’t impose, I’m inviting you. We’ll pick you up in twenty🤙🏼

You stilled, rereading the text. We? Oh no. Did this mean that you were going to meet his family now? Oh shit.

Jumping up, you went to the bathroom, frowning at the mirror. You hadn’t bothered putting any makeup on before you went shopping, knowing it was going be warm out. But meeting Tom Holland’s family? Your hand hovered over your makeup bag, before you decided against it.

Splashing some cold water on your face to calm yourself down, you shook out your hands and then dried your face off.

“You’re going to be fine, Y/N. They’re just normal people, like you are,” you mumbled under your breath, exiting the bathroom.

You stuffed your things in your backpack and slipped into your sneakers, grabbing the deodorant to prevent any embarrassing armpit stains of nervous sweat breakouts that you knew were coming.

Shaking your head, you grabbed your phone and headed out of your room. In hopes of walking off your nerves, you opted for the stairs instead of the elevator.

Slightly out of breath, you reached the lobby for the second time that day and went out to wait by the sidewalk. You squinted your eyes, looking down the street before taking a seat on the bench, glancing at the watch and putting your sunglasses on your nose.

As you sat on the bench, waiting, sweat started building up in the nape of your neck. You twisted your hair to the side, but after a while you got tired of it, so you bent over and combed through your hair with your fingers.

Your sunglasses perched dangerously close to the edge of your nose so you grabbed it, sticking the temples in your mouth.

While you gathered all your hair in one hand, you heard a car pulling up to the curb and a distinct:

“Is this her?”

Followed by some muffled voices and then a: “Oi, Y/N!”

Looking up with one hand around your hair and your sunglasses dangling from your lips, you saw Tom through an open car window, three eerily familiar looking boys squeezed in the backseat.

Tom lifted his sunglasses to look at you, a smirk gracing his lips. “You okay, love?”

“Just peachy,” you bristled, while the boys laughed and you tied your hair with an elastic, getting in the passenger seat after having put the sunglasses back on your nose.

“Y/N, this is my best mate Harrison and my brothers Harry and Sam,” Tom introduced you and you waved at the boys with a small smile.

“Hey, Y/N,” they chorused. “Nice to meet you,” Harrison added. Dude had crazy blue eyes. “Tom’s already told us a lot about you.”

“Shut up, Haz,” Tom hissed and you glanced at him, cheeks tinging. Tom told his best friend and brothers about a fan he just met and picked up from the airport? That straight up sounded like a scene from a bad fanfiction.

“So how come I get to sit in the front?” you asked as Tom pulled away from the curb. “I am pretty sure I am the shortest out of all four of us.”

“What, you want to be squeezed in with two boys in the backseat?” he asked back and Harrison jolted your car seat, which made your whole body shake. Jeez.

“I can sit up front if you don’t want to sit next to Tom, Y/N,” he said and you clicked your tongue dismissively.

“I told you, she doesn’t even like me,” Tom teased and you groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“Stop saying that! Everyone will think I am so ungrateful,” you complained and he laughed, glancing at you.

“Nah, you’re fine.” He gave you a soft smile and you heard suppressed laughter from the back.

“His game is so bad,” Sam whispered and Tom slammed on the breaks, causing the three boys to jolt forwards, hitting their heads.

“What the hell!”

“Fuck you, Tom.”

“You div, learn how to drive!” Harrison yelled, his hand reaching out to swat at the back of Tom’s head, but he dodged his friend’s hand with a snort.

“Should’ve put your seatbelts on, boys,” Tom said with a shrug, a shit eating grin on his face.

Hiding your laughter behind your hand, you turned away, before clearing your throat. “Don’t you have another brother though?”

“Yeah, Paddy. He’s with my parents. Why?”

You shrugged with your shoulders. “Just wondering. He’s the cutest out of all four of you.”

“WHAT!” the three brothers shouted indignantly and you bit back a grin.

“It’s true though. He has that kind of charm that none of you possess.”

“That’s the rudest thing I’ve ever heard,” Harry stated and Tom nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re cancelled, Y/N.” 

“Don’t act like babies,” you snickered and shook your head at them.

“I can’t believe you’re so cool, most fans would die being in the same car with their favorite actor,” Sam said and you squinted an eye at him, pursing your lips.

“I never said that Tom is my favorite actor though,” you pointed out and the three boys in the back howled out in laughter.

With a chuckle you glanced at Tom and noticde his reddened cheeks, his gaze fixated on the street. “I’m just kidding, you’re my all-time favorite actor,” you assured him and he grimaced at you, shaking his head fondly.

After a drive filled with easy conversation, much to your luck, Tom pulled into the parking lot next to a black car, three people waving at you.

“Oh there’s Paddy!” you exclaimed and got out of the car, trailing behind Tom as he greeted his parents.

“Hey mum, dad, Paddy, this is Y/N,” Tom introduced you and you smiled, suddenly shy, the false bravado you’ve grown during the ride disappearing.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Holland. It’s so nice to meet you,” you said, reaching out to shake their hand.

“Oh please, call us Nikki and Dom,” Tom’s father insisted and shook your hand, his mother doing the same. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for donating to the Brother’s Trust, Y/N it means the world to us. How has LA been treating you so far?” Nikki asked you and you shrugged with a smile.

“Oh no need to thank me, your family is the one being so amazing, helping out others and spreading more light on smaller charities. And LA has been great so far. It’s really nice of you to let me tag along with you. I’d probably waste away in the hotel room if it wasn’t for Tom inviting me,” you said and she laughed, putting her hand on Paddy’s shoulder.

“You must be Paddy,” you said with a big smile, shaking his hand too. “I am. Nice to meet you!” he said and Harry nudged him with a grin. “Y/N thinks you’re cute,” he told his youngest brother and Paddy’s eyes widened, blushing furiously.

“You’re embarrassing him,” you chastised Harry and Paddy ignored you, punching Harry on the shoulder.

“Guys, stop joking around, we don’t have all day,” Harrison called and you winked at Paddy before you were being dragged off by Tom.

“The poor guy’s going to have a heart attack,” he said and you grinned, walking in step with him.

“Aw, no, I don’t want that,” you laughed and Tom chuckled, stuffing his hands as he walked. “What Sam said about you being so cool is true though. It almost feels like we’re friends and met under normal circumstances and not this crazy one,” he told you and you smiled at him, ducking your head.

“Thanks?” you said, the word trailing into a question. He gave you an easy smile and before you could say anything else, the rest of the group joined you.

Everyone decided to take a hike up a trail in the park and when you’ve reached the top, you looked down the city with a big smile on your face.

“This is awesome,” you pressed out, still catching your breath from the hike up. Grabbing your phone, you snapped a few pictures of the view of the city.

“You want to take a picture together?” Tom asked you and you looked at him in surprise, before nodding with a grin.

“Yeah sure, that sounds nice.”

“Oi, Harry, come take a picture of us,” Tom yelled, waving his brother over. Meanwhile, you wiped the sweat off your forehead, hoping you looked decent.

“Come on here,” Tom urged you and placed an arm around your shoulders. You shuddered a bit and smiled up at Tom, when you heard a click of a camera.

“Hey! I wasn’t ready yet!” you protested, but Harry just smirked at his camera, before looking at you. “You ready now?” he asked teasingly, lifting his camera, ready to snap another picture.

You and Tom both smiled at the camera and Harry snapped a few pictures, before showing them to you.

“They look really cool, man,” Tom told his brother with a clasp on his shoulder, before he walked off to find his parents. As soon as he was out of earshot Harry looked up to you with a grin and showed you the first picture he’s taken:

Tom was facing the camera, his smile wide, while you were looking at him with a dopey expression on your face.

“Do not show him that picture!” you hissed, cheeks warm from embarrassment. If it weren’t for the situation you were in right now, you’d consider asking Harry for a copy of that picture. It did look pretty cute. But it was also very obvious that you had a fat crush on Tom. And asking Harry for a copy of that picture would be you admitting it. So, no. There’s no way that that’s happening

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Okay I get it now. You are totally in love with him, but you vehemently deny it.”

“Shut up, this isn’t funny. I am just another fan, don’t make it a bigger thing than it is.”

Harry tilted his head and hummed, glancing at Tom who was goofing off with Paddy and Harrison before looking back at you.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen him act like this around a fan before. There’s something about you, that makes Tom feel at ease.”

You swallowed thickly, what did this even mean? Clearing your throat, you shrug, hoping these stupid butterflies would disappear from your stomach. “I did put some sedative into his water.”

Harry slapped his hand on his forehead. “Oh yeah, I can see it now. You’re a dumbass, just like him,” he groaned and you laughed. “That must be it.”

>>> 

After taking a few more pictures on top of Griffith Park, you started heading back down the trail, stomachs grumbling.

“Oooohhh let’s get some ice cream!” Tom suggested, pointing to the ice cream cart a few feet away.

“But we’re having dinner soon,” Nikki pointed out and Tom threw an arm around his mother. “Aw, come on mum. You’re attending the movie premiere of your famous son tomorrow. Let’s celebrate with some pre-dinner ice cream!”

“Geez, when did you get so big headed?” She teased, though the tone in her voice was fond. “But fine, let’s go get some ice cream then.”

With a cheer, the group headed to the ice cream cart, everyone talking about what flavor they were going to pick.

Peeking into the cart, you eyed the different colored ice cream flavors, before deciding for one.

“What’re you gonna get, Y/N?” Harrison asked, leaning over your shoulder. “Vanilla?”

“Nah, I never really was a fan of vanilla,” you mused, ordering a scoop of chocolate ice cream and Tom snickered when you glanced at him.

“Duly noted, Y/N.”

“Oh you pig!” You scolded him with red cheeks, thanking the ice cream vendor when he handed you your ice cream.

“I just said, noted as in, I will not bring you vanilla ice cream because you don’t like it,” Tom argued with a laugh and you shook your head at him.

“Just- don’t, Tom,” you groaned and waved your hands at his face to stop him from talking.

Tom and Harrison laughed and you rolled your eyes at them, waiting for everyone to get their ice cream. When everyone was served, you all started walking back to the cars, talking about the restaurant you were going to have dinner at and what everyone was looking forward to eat, when you noticed a group of girls staring.

“Oh my god, it’s Tom Holland!” one of them exclaimed and you winced, when people started crowding around Tom.

“Hey guys,” he greeted them with a bright smile, cleaning his face off with a wipe. The people started talking, everyone vying for his attention.

“Can we take a picture with you?”

“Can I get an autograph?”

“Where’s Tessa?”

The crowd started getting bigger and your eyes flitted around, looking for an exit. You weren’t a big fan of growing crowds. Noticing your discomfort, Tom handed you the keys of his car, giving you a comforting smile.

“Why don’t you go ahead and wait in the car?”

“Yeah, that sounds splendid,” You muttered, taking the keys and headed to the car with quick strides. You noticed a few girls looking at you and you ducked your head, not wanting to deal with so many people.

“Tom! Who was that?” a girl asked and Tom waved her off with a laugh.

“Just a fan. She’s the one who won the brothers’ trust competition,” he replied and you grimaced, feeling like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over you.

Tom joking around with you and Harry telling you, Tom was at ease around you, was a stark contrast to what he’s just told the girl. Even though you knew you were merely a face in the mass, it still hurt to hear it out loud like that.

Clicking the button of the car keys, you opened the car door and got in, groaning into your hands. This was the worst.

You went into this with no expectations, but Tom’s behavior around you was confusing you so much. You didn’t know what to think.

Playing on your phone, you waited until the boys got back into the car. You exited out of Homescapes when the car doors opened and the boys tumbled in, talking loudly.

“I can’t believe that girl wanted you to sign her boobs!” Harry giggled and you gave them a look.

“Sorry love, couldn’t get away,” Tom told you with red cheeks and you snorted. “Don’t worry about it,” you said as he started the car, driving back into the city.

The excitement of being recognized soon died down and exhaustion took over the car, the music on the radio being the only sound, with the boys in the back dozing and you and Tom driving in silence.

“Hey, so how about I drop the boys off at my place and come with you to the hotel? I’ll wait for you to get changed and then we drive back to my place so I can get dressed and we don’t have to drive twice,” Tom suggested and you turned to look at him, puzzled.

“You sure you want to come with me instead of chilling at home?” you asked him and he shrugged, before nodding.

“Yeah I’m sure. You’re cool,” he replied and you narrowed your eyes at him, a smile spreading on your face.

“Fine. Have it your way, movie star.”

You saw the corners of his lips quirk up and your heart warmed, hoping that that sight will ingrain itself in your brain. A few minutes later, Tom pulled up in front of a luxurious looking apartment complex.

As the car skidded to a stop, the sleeping boys lurched forward and Harrison rubbed his eyes sleepily, looking around in a daze.

“Wha- Is Y/N not getting changed for dinner?” he asked while Sam and Harry climbed out of the car.

“Yeah, I am taking her to the hotel and then we’ll be back to pick you guys up,” Tom said and his friend yawned, shaking his head.

“Why don’t you just get changed now and then drive her to the hotel afterwards? The boys and I can squeeze into the car with your parents or take a taxi,” Harrison suggested and Tom glanced at you. “You mind?”

“Why in god’s name would I turn down the opportunity to see your apartment?” You asked, already unbuckling your seat belt.

“Alright, alright tiger. You go ahead with Harrison, I’ll go park the car,” he told you and you gave him a thumbs up, getting out of the car.

“Let’s go in,” Harrison said and gestured for you to follow him. You briefly watched Tom drive off in his car before you followed Harrison inside the building.

The door was already open and Harrison pressed the button for the elevator. While you waited, you looked around the building.

“So what exactly is the deal with this apartment? Does Tom actually live here or does he live in London?” you asked, stepping into the elevator when the doors open.

“Marvel provided him with this apartment in LA. But he actually lives back in London,” Harrison told you, winking. “He actually lives pretty close to his parents’ place.”

He pressed the button of the penthouse (figured Tom Holland was living in the penthouse) and the elevator doors closed, riding up.

“And you’re all staying with him at his apartment?”

Harrison nodded, leaning against the wall of the elevator. “Yeah. We wanted to get a hotel, but Tom insisted. Was saying that he barely sees us and wants us to stay with him, so we did.”

“Makes sense.”

You headed out of the elevator when it reached the penthouse, looking around in wonder. It looked modern and sleek, a few clothes scattered around the living room, but it didn’t really look like someone actually lived here permanently. You guessed that Tom didn’t stay at this apartment very often, considering he spent most of his time on working and at his actual home. It was still nice to see how he spent his downtime.

“You feel at home, I gotta go grab a shower,” Harrison told you and you sat down, dicking around on your phone while everyone else got ready.

A few minutes later, Tom trickled in, tossing his wallet on the kitchen counter.

“I don’t need long, just want to freshen up and get a change of clothes.”

“You take your time,” you said, waving your hands offhandedly, watching as he disappeared into the hallway. You checked the time on your phone and pulled a face. You wished you hadn’t just told him to take his time; you were told that the reservation at the restaurant was at seven thirty and it was already past five. You still had to drive back to the hotel and get ready there.

Leaning your head back on the headrest, you stared at the ceiling.

You heard steps coming closer and when you turned your head, you saw Nikki walk in the living room, toweling her damp hair.

“Oh Y/N,” she said when she noticed you. “I didn’t know you came here with us.”

“Nikki, oh, hi!”

You quickly sat up straight and gave her a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for Tom and then we’ll drive back to the hotel,” you told her and she hummed, disposing of her towel before she joined you on the couch.

“I’m sure he’ll be right out. So… Tell me a bit more about yourself. Are you in school right now?” she asked you and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m in university for my business major right now. It’s really interesting but so much work. I had to do a lot of assignments to be able to come here, or else I wouldn’t be able to catch up with the amount of work I have to do when I go back home.”

Nikki grimaced good naturedly and clasped her hands over her knees. “Geez, that sounds tiring. I hope you’ll get everything done in time. What about your personal life though? Any significant other? We did offer you to bring someone along, right?”

You snorted out a laugh and leaned forward a bit, your hair covering your heated cheeks. “I know yeah, uh. My friends were busy and I don’t have a boyfriend- or girlfriend, for that matter. With school, and my job on the side, I just don’t have the time to look for someone I like.”

She smiled at you and shook her head. “You’re not supposed to look for someone actively, Y/N. If it’s supposed to happen, it’ll happen.”

“I guess I never thought about it like that,” you admitted, tucking your hair back. With tinder, bumble and Instagram DM’s, you’ve never actually thought about just waiting and seeing where things would take you. Even though you weren’t a big fan of online dating, you’ve downloaded tinder one time.

It lasted about a week before you got sick of the unsolicited nudes and the weird pick up lines. Though you weren’t sure if you could fit a relationship into your life right now, you barely were able to squeeze in the two days for the premiere.

“Just keep your eyes open, how does that sound?” Nikki suggested as Tom walked in, a pair of glasses perched on his nose. His hair was still a little bit damp and instead of some shorts and a shirt, he was dressed in a striped polo shirt paired with some dark pants.

“Hey, Y/N, you ready to go?” he called out to you, before giving a look to his mother, a look you couldn’t quite decipher. Nikki only smiled innocently at her son and you eyed them while you got up.

“Yeah, I am ready to go.”

“I’ll see you kids at the restaurant, drive safe!” She gave you and Tom a hug before you two headed out of the penthouse, taking the stairs to the ground level.

“What’s the deal with those glasses? Too lazy to put your contacts in?” you asked him when you exited the building.

“Oh no, I don’t actually need glasses,” Tom told you with a grin. “They’re a fashion statement.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes at him. “Geez, movie stars are so vain. Having to wear glasses is such a bother, I don’t understand why you would willingly put up with that.”

“Because I look great with them,” he pointed out and laughed, getting into the car after he’s unlocked it.

“It’s true though, admit it,” Tom teased you and you narrowed your eyes at him, huffing with a blush.

“Whatever.”

Tom snickered and started the car, wiggling with his shoulders. “You totally think I am handsome.”

You didn’t bother with a reply and he’s left grinning to himself as he drove back to your hotel. When you’ve reached the hotel, you made your way up to your floor, chattering about idle things. Entering your hotel room, you kicked your shoes off and tossed your backpack on the bed while Tom took a seat on the couch.

“So I’ll just take a quick shower and get changed, it won’t take long,” you told him, gesturing to the bathroom.

“Sure, I’ll wait here!”

He gave you a thumbs up and turned back to his phone while you disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You quickly stripped off your clothes and stepped into the shower, not wanting to waste any time. You didn’t want to make anyone wait at the restaurant for you. After washing the sweat and grime from the hike off, you turned off the shower, shaking off the remaining water. Drying yourself off, you wrapped your hair in a towel, stilling when you looked into the mirror and saw your naked body. Something was wrong. You felt like you were missing something important. Your cheeks grew red when you realized your mistake.

“Fuck.”

You had forgotten to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom.

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On Punching a Nazi...

This whole "Punch a Nazi" phenomenon is a microcosm of an oncoming civil war that will happen. Absolutely no doubt. Bannon is counting on the 10 year and the 90 year cycle of history replaying itself, what he is not counting on is people learning from history. He believes fervently that people are predictable and that Liberal values preclude violence against itself, that White America is too sell centred and self-interested and selfish to turn on itself. And I think he is wrong because all the pieces are not in play yet. The facts remain that despite becoming president Trump represents a minority he lost by 3 million votes and I take comfort knowing that failure gnaws at Trump, constantly. Trump only got elected by gaming a system he said he disapproved of -- until he used it. Trump supporters who encourage the tearing down the establishment are supporting nothing of the sort; they're supporting the tearing down of protections for the most dependent people and parts of society, strengthening a power-base within that establishment for a new kind of American Reich. The establishment that enables totalitarian control by capitalism and corporatism by patriarchy and by religious extremist fundamentalism still exists; Trump/Bannon/Pence are are simply trying to have fewer checks and balances that stop it from becoming a totalitarian state. For Trump its about money and ego, for Pence it is about christo-fascism, for Bannon it is a global white power movement. Now, is Trump true to his promise? Yes, well... kinda. Its something of a Faustian pact though. The Swamp was drained but only in order to fill it with a more toxic sludge made up of yet more self-interested billionaires and manipulable hucksters like Kellyanne Conway and people unqualified for the job who paid their way into the position, like Betsy DeVos. Like any Faustian pact, Trump supporters are finding they made a deal with the Devil, and the Devil is good to his word but then he adds to the deal -- obviating any benefits of the deal. This is, in a nutshell, The Art of the Con. Lets be clear: Trump does not care about you, or your mining village or your community or your schools or hospitals, he does not even care about "America". A truly "Great America" would really mess up his plans. Trump cares only about Trump. Pence, Bannon and his whole cabinet do not care about you, they care about their sick little ideology. Bannon cares about establishing a global white superculture with Muslims as the new enemy. Pence is a christo-fascist and loves his twisted religion; as for the rest: the Republicans are along for the ride, for the power. So lets skip to violence: to "Punching A Nazi". Trump supporters are like all enablers of the alt-right and, just like the Nazis, they respond to a good punching. When Oswald Mosley was very publicly flattened-out by workers at a rally it revealed the pathetic illusion of a "master" or a "super race". I personally advocate violence against these people (let's personify this evil and call this angry white mob "John"). History shows that negotiation, peace and contrition does not work with this kind of alt-right Nazi Trumpist-toting "John". Dispassionate, reasoned attempts at intelligent discourse with Trump supporters -- the angry wall of "John" -- is not only pointless, but actively dangerous. Its serves only to unfocus and distract. Let's be clear. Trump supporters -- this wall of "John" -- are aberrant and loud but they're nothing special. We've seen these people before. En-masse "John" appears to be unified but is just a huddle of confused self-interest groups united only under a fake-billionaire demagogue (BTW we have no proof of Trump's success or immense riches, so I call bullshit until we see his financials). Those of us that oppose Trump are not "losers" despite the "John's" protestations -- a Trump supporter did not back a "winner", "John" is not on a "winning side" because Trump only won with a minority vote and scraped through the Electoral College because he gamed the system by getting very stupid people to chant simple slogans at Rallies -- like the trolling "John" repeats on the internet -- to believe the Trump rhetoric. The stupider they are the slower it takes for them to see Trump is merely a fraud, a huckster and in this sense "John" who has still not seen through the lie yet is one of the stupider ones. In this game everyone other than Trump suffers to Bannon (and we will see over time even Trump will fall) and if that is the case then we have nothing more to lose by fighting "John" -- by punching a Nazi. Bannon has stacked it so there are no winners here: Trump supporters are merely representative of something considerably more ordinary and pathetic: "John" is a puppet for the white supremacist faction behind Trump. "John" is either too stupid to see this or too evil to even try and deny it. So I advocate violence against the whole Trump superculture and that means taking on "John" -- his supporters -- at every opportunity. Punch a Nazi? Well yes, by all means. The Trump regime is the personification of bad faith with malice aforethought. The only non-violent solution takes a massive global effort to marginalise Nazism/Trump from public life in our society. It is our job when fighting "John", to keep the torn down parts of the establishment working, to do what the Judiciary's executive powers allow -- to refuse to relinquish the parts of the establishment Trump wants to tear down in order to make his power even stronger. When, however, someone like "John", or any Trump supporter comes along and is being feted in the mainstream, there are no other options available to marginalised groups but violence. So let's do this, there are more of us than "John"; so the odds are good that Trump, "John" and all those cronies will suffer. Cowards do not like to suffer. That leaves Bannon and his global plan to spread his ideological poison (he is already courting Le Pen) and a highly-visible loss and destabilisation of Trump in America and a hunting down of all the "Johns" for post Trump-era retribution will act as a message to alt-right/Nazis to "stay under your rock until you die of old age". There are essential aspects to the Nazi/Trump mythology -- and the whole internet troll culture that "John" subscribes to that attempts to shut down reasoned argument, because reasoned argument is the enemy of people like "John". It just does not work when facts fail when discussion fails when reason fails. After a long time discussing with christo-fascists and alt-right demagogues only violence prevails. Debate does not work with "John". So, when us "SJWs" kick back violently at being kicked by Trump supporters they spit "You Liberals are not so peace loving are you?" Well no, firstly I am not a Liberal and secondly I am not a pacifist -- not when a survival imperative kicks in. "Punching a Nazi?", hunting down a Trump supporter? Covertly targeting a "John"? -- reveals it. "John", you own it all -- you encouraged a violent opposing force because you behaved like such a jackass; you leave little by way of peaceful counter-punch. The smugness of the Trump supporter reveals you are not "winners" or "betters" but the self-satisfied position of a person who has forgotten what it is to be a person, a mensch. And I know that "John" is vulnerable, he can be got at and even if "John" has forgotten it we know you are capable of fear, of pain, of vulnerability -- and you are a minority he has things he holds dear within his ideology, his health (such as it is post-ACA), his home, work and family -- all those can be reached. So, when a Trump supporter will not listen: the next step is to replace their smugness with fear, eliminate the mystique so that it puts the lie to the idea that their sick dumb little ideology is an armour against the pains of modernity. Making America Great Again was never going to happen by embracing the embodiment of a swastika in a wig and orange spray tan. So when this is all over, and it will crash and burn and be just another short-lived period of American madness -- like McCarthyism (but with a whole lot more blood and ill-will in its wake) -- I expect there to be quite a bit of retribution, an American entnazifizierung. We're stacking up the reasons to "hunt down a John" in the same way Trump supporters had hounded us. Sure, the "Johns" of this fallen blip of a regime will whine and seek protections as the witchunts happen -- those Chinese-made red caps will be quietly destroyed and people will claim they never voted for the man... But for "John", emboldened by his love of hate, there will be a reckoning. I'm not going to stand in the way of the next one directed at all the "Johns" in America because you did not stand in the way of attacks directed at people like me. Not until every last one of you have crawled back from under the rock you came from; because punching a Nazi, an Entnazifizierung absolutely fuc'k'n works and it's precisely what you will get from us "peace-loving SJW faggots". claire.fox - 8 Feb 2017