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[alltimefail-sims]

A Stranger-Townies Lookbook Ft. Some Notable Strangerville Locals

The locals who live in Strangerville will tell you that the blink-and-you'll-miss-it-town lives up to its peculiar name. Full of secrets, government espionage, unsolved mysteries, reclusive misfits, and an abundance of sordid stories of the past only known through word of mouth, this quaint little military town is much more than meets the eye.

Treating this as a one-stop-shop for all my Strangerville townie makeovers! All of them will appear in my story, so I wanted to highlight them. I hope you guys like this lookbook! 💕

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George Cahill - Beard + gray overlay, wedding ring, dog tags, top, pants, boots Ted Roswell - Hair + gray strands, bracelet, top, pants, boots Meredith Roswell - Hair, earrings*, wedding ring*, top*, skirt, tights, boots Jess Sigworth - Hair, earrings, necklace, hair-ties and watch, top, pants*, shoes Christie Sigworth - Beret, hair, glasses*, earrings, paint overlays, outfit, undershirt, socks, rain boots Dylan Sigworth - Hair, hearing aids*, glasses, top, shorts (07), prosthesis (+ socks), shoes* Alice Martin - Hair, earrings, necklace, ring, tattoo, knee bandages, dress*, boots Marc Eggleston - Hair, facial hair, eyebrow piercing, nose piercing* (aster), ear plugs, tattoos 1 | 2, top, pants, belt & chain accessory, boots Leslie Holland - Hair, glasses*, top*, pants, boots

-> Quick note: you'll notice I spelled Mark's name as "Marc" and that's not a mistake, I took some creative liberty there, but it's still pronounced the same. It's a small change that will make sense in the story, I promise!

Cas poses by @helgatisha and @nell-le

Anything marked with a * means it’s either from the Sims Resource, Simsdom/Simsfinds, or goes through a “host” such as AdFly.

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[starsailores]

*sees this several days late* If you're in the mood, Vor: 16, 20 (can definitely take "weird" either as intended or as interesting or just off-the-top-of-your-head, for the record) and 24?

i am always in the mood to discuss shades of magic characters, and vor is a fun one to ponder. here we go:

16 - a childhood headcanon: he used to slip away from home and climb the city walls, old buildings, anywhere high enough to give a decent view of the city, and imagine he was looking out from the castle windows. like holland, he always wanted more for his city, but unlike holland, he always knew that the only way to do so would be to rule (and what child hasn't dreamed of being king?). the habit stuck with him as he got older, going from a place to fantasise to a place to think and strategise, and even in adulthood he could be found sitting on rooftops with his antari night by his side.

20 - a (weird) headcanon: since vor spent a lot of time travelling prior to meeting holland and claiming the throne, and he used a translation rune rather than learning other languages, he has adopted a lot of idioms and turns of phrase that he grew used to hearing in maktahn, but that make no sense to anybody else when he is at home. it is something that holland finds both intriguing and endearing, especially when vor pulls out an incomprehensible metaphor in the middle of a heated debate that only he understands. it also gives him a greater appreciation for other societies and their cultures, leading to him being intrigued by kell and arnes, though this is not something he would admit to. he had bigger problems to worry about.

24 - a secret you think they've never told anyone: despite all of his pride and bluster, he always worried that he was not good enough. he built a name for himself for being a ruthless revolutionary, and dubbed himself the winter king as a representation of his desire to be the turning point in makt's growth and recovery, but he was just a man. not to slip into lord huron brainrot, but the balancer's eye has the line 'now i know that i can't lift an old curse, tell me, how does a man change the universe?', and i think that summarises his insecurity in his ability to enact real change. it eats at him at night when he sees his people starving and asking for new blood. but he has to maintain that image of strength, and he still believes fervently in his cause, so he pushes it down and only voices these fears to holland in the form of tired anger.

[potentialguybodyswaps]

can you do a story about someone possessing tom holland's body and playing with it?

Mhmm at this point I’m starting to feel bad for dear old Tom

Everyone seems to want his body, but nobody more than the people that he’s shitted on on the way to the top

See the thing with portraying a comic book hero that’s a genius, is sometimes they have fans that are smarter than the actual character they’re portraying

In a scenario like this it’s almost always a background character, or an extra, or even a technician on set, in this case it was one of the technicians on set who did most of the special effects

See James was always a fan of Spider-Man, like most kids are growing up, but was also a fan of Tom holland before he even got casted.

Needless to say they always say “never meet your hero’s” but they never talk about what happens when you meet your enemy

See early into production of Spider-Man homecoming, James tried talking to the new Hollywood star, and was met with a rude asshole who only seemed to care about himself and maybe some other costars, but not the crew that makes the magic happens

When this happened James’s mental image of Tom had shattered into thousands of pieces, Tom may have been his hero, but was now his enemy.

James being literally smarter than the character peter Parker is suppose to be, spent most of his time when not at work and even a little bit of time at work, working on a new device that would be able to swap his consciousness into tom’s body, and tom’s into his body

“This ought to teach him” James thought to himself as he found Tom in his break room by himself

“Hey Tom” James said with a fake smile

“What are you doing here? How did you get passed security” Tom said with his normal British accent looking annoyed at another fan sneaking in

“I um, actually work here, in special effects, anyways me and some of the other crew members got you a gift”

“Oh really?” Tom said smiling, seeming to perk up at the idea

“Ya just close your eyes” James said

“ okay”

“Wow I can’t believe that actually worked” James thought to himself as he stabbed Tom with a slight poison dart, not the deadly, toxic type but more like a night night, type of dart.

James proceeded to go back to the special effects room and grab what he needed while Tom napped

Once back James proceeded to hook up what he needed to and adjusted the settings

Subject 1 (James) will retain all his memories while also retaining subject 2 (toms) memories

Subject 2 will have MOST of his memories replaced with Subject 1’s (James)

*Confirm?*

James clicked confirm and proceeded to feel electricity pulsate though out him untill he passed out

James, now Tom was the first one to wake up, and he knew that while Tom would forget most of his life, he’d still know deep down what happened, and to a degree there’s satisfaction in taking someone’s life that’s actually a fucking asshole when they pretend to be so innocent…

“Tom” opened up his new phone and started going though his contacts

“I guess it is true” Tom said allowed as he clicked on a contact called “cleaners” and started scrolling though the texts

Apparently celebrities have a secret clean up crew they can call to have certain issues taken care of

“Tom” called them and let them know he had an issue, someone tried assaulting him in his dressing room and he had knocked them out, and that he was curious if they could take care of this and get rid of the body…

They assured you “anything for hollywoods finest”

After the pick up, and hearing the new “James” muffled begging for his life (since they gaged him) as they dragged him away “Tom” decided he should get to know his own bodies limit…

Since it’s 2017 right now, and the start/peak of tom’s career, no one really has any of those supposed “celeb” leaks, no one knows how big Tom’s dick is, but you do now, or about too

“Tom” decided to strip naked and get to work, first starting with a wet finger in his ass, and then 2, stretching his tight bussy, searching though Tom’s memories, he realized he’s never done anything like this before, and it felt amazing, making his dick hard

Tom was surprisingly bigger than he expected, and flexible, with his fingers still in his ass messaging his prostate, he bent over completely hard at 7 inches, and was able to suck his own Dick, not much, mostly just the top 2-3 inches before it started to hurt his spine. But that’s all you need, most of the sensation is in the head anyways

Just because Tom is flexible enough to suck his dick doesn’t mean it’s comfortable, so he keeps rotating back and forth between self sucking, and jerking off

After a few cycles of his and knowing he was ready to blow soon after the last time jerking, he went back to self head, getting ready to taste the one thing a lot of people wanna taste, Tom’s cum.

Only took less than 90 seconds this time and Tom finally cummed into his mouth, swallowing each rope as they came, savoring the taste.

After all was said and done and the ropes quit coming, Tom laid back in his dressing room and just sighed “oh man, life couldn’t get any better than this could it” he said drifting off to dream land, eventually in his dreams too, he’ll be Tom, but for now in his dreams he still has his old body

[chirpsythismorning]

Eh, since Will is pretty much going to be a central character in the next season, I think it is very likely that S5 starts with Vecna contacting Will before Will has a chance of spying on him or using the connection between them. That would put the Will at the center of the story, and that interaction would circle back to S1, this time not hiding behind a Demogorgon or a mind flayer. Vecna interacting with Mike before Will doesn't make any sense as the show's start, sorry.

Will is definitely going to be central to s5! I don't disagree with that!

However I don't think Will being central stops other characters, specifically El or Mike, or even other main characters, from having their moments at the center. That's going to happen regardless of how major of a role Will plays.

And I would probably agree with you if this was just some random character, but this is Mike we're talking about...

I don't personally like how every season starts cryptically in some far away place with unknown subjects. But that's how almost every season starts, and I'm being serious when I say every season is then followed shortly after by Mike being late.

And so I would argue that Mike being late in some capacity at the start of s5, would make sense, as it would just be following the exact formula it always has.

That doesn't mean I don't think Will wont play a big part in how this could play out though, arguably he would play the biggest part, just like he did in s1!

We also have them admitting s5 is similar to s1 with the show coming full circle in a lot of ways, and so what happens could very likely feel like deja vu, assuming it's something we're gonna have already seen play out in the past in some capacity.

Honestly, I think Noah's role will be comparable to s2, either that or a lot more than that, no less though!

And yet, I do disagree with bylers that have sort of convinced themselves that Will is going to be the official main character next season...

But here's the thing, the Duffers also said this about Amybeth's character Vickie when they announced her role on the show, saying she would play a major role in events to come (only for her to get like 3 scenes in s4... praying they do her justice in s5). They even said this in an interview when asked about the significance of clocks, word for word they said that clocks would play a major role in events to come.

This is a phrase they use, which says a lot while saying nothing at all.

And so to be clear, the Duffers saying that Will plays a big role in events to come, wasn't them saying that Noah is now magically the top billed cast member. They were literally saying that he is central because he is, just like he was in s1 and especially s2, meaning he wont be 'sidelined' like he was in s3-4 at the very least I pesornally think.

However, this doesn't mean he is literally the main character, as Noah is not going to get a raise with him literally surpassing Millie and Finn... That's not happening.

What I also want to remind everyone, is that a lot of what they say and do is intentional.

When it comes to Noah being all spoilery and stuff, I do think that is intentional.

Noah, along with David, were the only cast-memers to talk about s5 post-s4 initially. And we all know David is the Duffers known scapegoat, who is known for not being able to keep his secrets to himself...

Noah has also been referred to as the Tom Holland of the show. If you guys don't know, the phenomena of Tom spoiling things eventually got to a point where marketing for Marvel took advantage of all the attention Tom got for leaking things, and created even more hype by making it seem like it was him accidentally spoiling things sometimes, even though it was entirely intentional to create hype... sound familar?

This means that full serious, if Noah wasn't supposed to be doing something, he wouldn't be. It's very likely he has been told to be unhinged because it works out well for them at this time. Seeing as a majority of the audience still aren't clued in on the likelihood of Mike and Will yet, (or even gay Will Byers for that matter), it makes sense to have Noah kind of keep people intrigued, but not enough to sound any alarm bells to the majority. They need a scapegoat rn and it's Noah (David is who they usually use as their sort of voice of speculation for what's to come, and trust me he'll be back eventually).

It just so happens that Noah is great with fanfare, and it's clear at this point he's the only one actually comfortable with doing it, and so they're letting him run wild because he IS a major part of the overall story and his character is finally going to be able to be acknowledged more fully in the story after years of being sort of sidelined. This is what everyone expects, and this is what everyone assumed after those interviews with the Duffers dropped and the reaction from fans also wasn't horrible? Like I remember there was a bunch of hype around that time when they revealed this and that's when the Will focused s5 fan posters started dropping and there was even one with Will and Mike holding hands that got like almost 500k likes on Twitter. And that was probably like a big moment for them, I'm sure in terms of feeling confident about how they should proceed with s5 promotion.

And I think this also contributed to them kind of just going with it, because it also allows them to keep a lot of s5 under-wraps, having Noah who is great with fanfare, keep reminding people of byler as a concept, while the rest of the cast is silent for the most part. It works.

And even despite that, I also think we're going to be getting byler and potentially willel wonder twin in some capacity, which are VERY big revelations to the main audience, which they don't see coming. And them only hyping up Will's role in s5 supports the audience not being prepared to see all of that coming.

Not only does there have to be closure for Will and Mike AND Will and El, we also have Mike and El's relationship to resolve, AND all their personal arcs. Will's importance to the story isn't going to prevent the writers from making sure the other main characters arcs feel fulfilled. I don't think those things are mutually exclusive and I don't know why people think they have to be?

And so even though I do agree that Will's role will be comparable to s2 (most likely more) in s5, I don't think it's going to be enough to bypass Millie or Finn in the credits. Which means that there is still going to be a major component to those characters arcs for El and Mike in the story, alongside Will's. I don't necessarily think this means that their roles will be bigger or smaller in some major way, but more likely equal in terms of how they handle it in accordance with those arcs coming together, and to ensure we actually feel satisfied with where everything ends up.

I'm not saying we won't get any Will focused promotional content like posters and stuff, I do think it will feel like the s2 era again, with him finally being seen as a major focus substantially. And yet I'm willing guess that El will still be the main focus of the main poster, with Will and Mike being more so equal to match the triangle aesthetic (also likely Noah is going to be upped to next to Finn in the credits with Millie getting her own slate, THAT would mean Noah's role is so major they're willing to bump him up over Caleb and Gaten which is saying a lot, though going any further than that wouldn't be standard because it took a lot to have Millie go above Finn, they're not going to do that again.).

What I personally think is more likely is that we'll get something similar to s2, with willel giving reflection (twin) vibes perhaps, and Mike being more secondary to that to also fit the triangle vibes.

With this being like a huge epic series, they're going to want those top first names to match with what the show started as so that it feels right. Why have Millie be above all the other kids if it doesn't feel right by the end of the story? If she's there, it will need to feel right narratively, not just based on their demand as actors by the end of this.

And this is also why I do think they have an obligation to make it more clear to the audience what Mike's arc is as a character, very likely related to him being in the closet for the last however many seasons. This would overlap with Will's arc because it also affected his ability to be his true self and El's arc because it also affected her ability to be her true self. And it also provides layers of importance to Karen's arc and Nancy's arc, and other characters arcs as well. That's what makes for a well rounded story, assuming they want us to be able to rewatch the show from beginning to end, and over and over again, feeling satisfied with how they closed everything off.

And arguably, circling back to the beginning of the show to see Mike at the center, would only really be satisfying if it ended with us feeling truly understanding of where his character ended up, making us root for him all over again.

That doesn't take away from Will being central, as he has always been central, since the beginning. Even when he was sidelined in s3-4, it was technically all preparing us for an end that would truly do him justice.

That doesn't mean they're not going to do all of the other characters justice though by any means. Both can coexist.!

[mermaidfantasy05]

Hello And Welcome To My Blog!!!!!

I'm MermaidFantasy and it's so nice to meet you!!!

Facts About Me:

I am 19 years old.

I am a Pisces (but you could probably already tell by the blog)

I LOVE mermaids (But you probably already guessed that by my blog's theme and username).

I love anything dealing with fantasy like, mermaids, superheroes, fairies, magic, witches, mythology, etc.

I also love books and reading in general.

I have a Shih Tzu.

And I am a huge Tom Holland fangirl (he is SO adorable!!!).

I still watch cartoons.

I like musicals and singing.

I love the color pink.

I love girly things (but I'm also a bit of a tomboy if that makes any sense).

My favorite movie is WALL●E.

I love food that is either cheesy or sweet.

I love video games.

I'm a Sonic fan.

I love RPGs (I haven't played Dungeons & Dragons, but I hope to someday).

I don't like horror (but ironically I own and have read a few horror books and am writing two horror stories).

I have arachnophobia (but will gladly watch Tom Holland's Spider-Man movies).

And I love magical girl shows.

Books I Have Read (And That I Can Remember Off The Top Of My Head)

The Fazbear Frights Series

The Wild Rescuers Series

The Land Of Stories Series

The Powers: Haven's Secret

Journal #3 (Gravity Falls)

The Magic Book Of Spells (Star vs The Forces Of Evil)

The Star Darlings Series (I've ordered the last three books in the series recently).

Mistress Of All Evil (Serena Valentino's Villians Series).

Mother Knows Best (Serena Valentino's Villans Series)

Forest Of Shadows (Frozen II)

The Silver Eyes Trilogy (FNAF)

The Tail Of Emily Windsnap (Emily Windsnap Series)

Emily Windsnap and the Monster From The Deep (Emily Windsnap Series)

Hollow City (Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children)

The Old Willis Place

The Grishaverse: Shadow & Bone

Polar Nights (Frozen II)

And that's everything about me!!!! I hope you all enjoy my blog!!!

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Waves of A Distant Sea, Crash Into Me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Ip2x9m

by YourSummerLove

Peter Parker lives in a small cozy beat down home overlooking the sea with his Dad, in the capital city of Ferrum, Arcus. His Dad works late into the night at the mechanic's shop down the street, where he doesn't get paid enough, so he can spend his days with Peter. Then, on top of that, every three months he shuts himself away in his laboratory for days to work on a new project Peter never ends up getting to see. Not to mention, his Uncle Obi and his spur of the moment visits about once a year that do nothing but set his Dad on edge the entire time he's there and leaves his Dad extra overbearing and protective afterwards. Then there's the secretive King Regent, Stane, of Ferrum that's breaking every treaty the nation had to rage war on its once allies all in the name of Fame and Glory - like its closest neighbor across the sea, Ulcisci. All of that plus a vigilante, deemed "Iron-Man" by the public, flying around in a metal suit that lights up across the sky every night destroying outgoing shipments at the docks. But Peter doesn't complain, not one bit. Not even about his genetic mutation he's had to hide since he was born. Because his Dad and Friends are always there for him, and that's all he needs. Right?

Words: 599, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of A Distant Sea

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Other

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan, Mary Parker (Marvel), Obadiah Stane, Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Flash Thompson, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Thaddeus Ross, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy Lewis

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Happy Hogan & Tony Stark, Mary Parker/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Avengers Team & Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Obadiah Stane & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Obadiah Stane

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tony Stark Lives, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker Feels, Loss of Parent(s), Inspired by Studio Ghibli, Studio Ghibli Aesthetic, Think Kiki's Delivery Service mashed with Howl's Moving Castle type of Universe, Irondad, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Creepy Obadiah Stane, Secretly a King Tony Stark, Prince Peter Parker, But he doesn't know that, Dummy is A Good Bot (Iron Man movies), Villain Arc for IronMan, but not really, Secret Identity, Peter Parker is born with his mutations

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Ip2x9m

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Do you mind if I ask you for book/series recs? I’ve read most of the “major” ones—FBAA, ACOTAR, TOG, The Plated Prisoner, Kingdom of the Wicked, Folk of the Air—but I’m always looking for more, and you seem to read a lot of books similar to these!

Oh ok yeah off the top my head if you enjoyed the one's you mentioned above then you might like some of these

The Bridge Kingdom by Danielle L Jensen You've probably already read this one but in case you haven't I def recommend! I loveee this series! It's arranged marriage, enemies to lovers and it does those tropes to perfection *chefs kiss*

A Darker Shade of Magic by V E Schwab Great series, great characters. A bit different from some of these others if you want something a little different/more original. I don't even really know how to describe it in a quick sentence but it's good. Look out for my dark sad boy Holland and my fave swashbuckling pirate Alucard but the main characters Kell and Lila are great too!

King of Battle and Blood by Scarlett St Clair Another enemies to lovers. An "evil" Vampire King and a Princess who's forced into an arranged marriage with him to protect her Kingdom from him and his vampire army. Only the first book's out at the moment but the second comes out in December. Oh and it's steamy!! Definitely no slow burn here

These Hollow Vows by Lexi Ryan This one has all the classics: curses, secrets, betrayals, hot fae Princes. Basically the MC has to travel to the fairy realm to find her sister who was sold by her horrible aunt to the evil Unseelie King, where she's pulled into the games of two rival fae Princes

The Winner's Trilogy by Marie Rutkoski I adore this series! I mention it every single time someone asks me for recs. It's another enemies to lovers and it's beautifully written and nuanced. An absolute fave!

[xoxoavenger]

You’re Somebody Else

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Fem!reader

summary: this is a request from @oyasumimosura but I can't put the request because it would spoil the entire thing lol; Peter thinks he has an idea to make everyone forget who Spider-Man is, but it blows up in their faces... (also loosely based on the song 'You're Somebody Else' by Flora Cash)

*THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE NWH CAME OUT*

word count: 3739

warnings: none

masterlist

"Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker!"

Y/N didn't have time to think before Peter swung down, grabbing her arm before pulling them up again. She held his face close, emotions rushing through her too fast to process. Everyone knew Peter's identity. Beck may be dead, but he won.

"Peter, oh my God, what do we do?" Y/N cried as Peter dodged a helicopter. His face was being plastered on every screen they passed, and people below them were shouting and pointing.

"I-I don't know! I don't know where to go!" Peter sounded distressed, and soon they were dodging more than one helicopter. It all came to a head when Peter perched on top of a bridge, still holding onto Y/N. She pushed away from him, staring at the helicopters that surrounded them.

"Get away from my boyfriend." She seethed, her hands igniting with the red magic as she stood back to back with Peter, their training and countless missions together coming into play.

"Peter Parker! Come with us now, or there will be severe consequences." A voice boomed from a helicopter. Y/N raised her hands and pointed them at the one that made the noise. "Try it and we shoot you down." Y/N's hands dropped.

"I'm not seeing a way out of this." Peter whispered. Y/N turned to him, knowing that the helicopters wouldn't actually shoot them if they weren't threatened. The couple was too valuable.

"Peter, the whole world thinks you killed a hero. If you go with them, you're trapping yourself." Y/N put a hand up to his face. Peter pulled his mask off, which momentarily shocked her until she remembered that his identity was no longer a secret the two of them shared.

"I love you. Whatever happens, I love you. Please, don't forget it." And then Peter kissed her, a good, proper kiss, one that wins awards. When he pulled away, Y/N shook her head, tears in her eyes.

"I could never forget. I love you too." And then they both put their hands up.

~

"So, you and Peter Parker are," The detective led off, and Y/N stared straight at him.

"Fucking."

"Let's try to be serious." The detective looked peeved, and Y/N rolled her eyes. The two officers in the back seemed slightly amused, making Y/N smile and look back to the detective.

"Dating." She tried again, making a detective sigh.

"For how long?"

"I've lost count." Y/N looked down at the chains, knowing she could definitely break out of here if she had to. But she didn't want to cause more trouble, and breaking out would cause problems for Peter.

"So for a long time." The officer looked at the paper to see what question he should ask next. "Were you with Peter when he killed Quentin Beck?"

"Wow, getting right into it." Y/N commented. She sat up straighter, leaning on the table. "Peter didn't kill Beck."

"So you were there?"

"No, but-"

"If Peter didn't kill Quentin, who did?" Y/N scoffed.

"The drones."

"Which Peter controlled." Y/N felt her heart race as they began putting words in her mouth.

"No!" Red magic swirled in her hands, making the officers step back.

"Calm down, Y/N."

"You aren't listening!" The items on the table started to rise with her anger.

"Y/N, there's a video of Peter telling his drones to kill Quentin Beck."

"He didn't say that! Beck's a master manipulator. None of what he says is the truth." Y/N's heart was racing as she tried to defend her boyfriend.

"You weren't there, were you? What were you doing?" The officer leaned in. Y/N closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair.

"Saving the people in London's asses! I was keeping buildings from falling on civillians. God, not every hero is terrible."

"Just Peter, because he killed Mysterio."

"I didn't say that!" Y/N rose, the hand that wasn't handcuffed flying across the room, a pen exploding on the wall as she used her magic to swipe it across.

"Don't give us more evidence to put you in the RAFT."

"You have no evidence to put me in the RAFT." Y/N responded, slamming her hands down on the table. Everything floating fell down, and the officers in the back stepped away. It was quiet for a second, and then the door burst open.

"Y/N L/N, my name is Matt Murdock; I'm Peter's attorney." Matt looked straight ahead, and Y/N resisted the urge to look through this man's head. "Don't answer anything else. Did you know that it's illegal to question a minor when their parents aren't present?"

"My parents are dead." Y/N shrugged, looking around.

"Guardian." Matt amended. Y/N thought back to Tony Stark, who took her in, who became her legal guardian years ago when Pepper begged him.

"Also dead." Y/N pulled on the cuffed hand, looking around. "Is anyone gonna help out?"

~

"This could be a good thing." Y/N said from the mirror in their room. They had to stay together after the Avengers Compound was ruined, and the Parker apartment only had two bedrooms.

"How, Y/N? My school hates me, the world hates me, I can't even show my face at Delmar's because now he knows that I was the one who let his shop go up in flames." Peter was laying on the bed, looking up blankly; he did this often now.

"Just do online school with me. You're way too smart for high school anyway." Y/N sighed, finishing taking her makeup off. "And besides, this will all blow over eventually. It's not the first time a hero's identity has been revealed."

"Maybe not, but it's the first time a hero's identity has been revealed after being framed for murder." Peter rolled onto his side, away from Y/N. "Not even Matt fucking Murdock can help me with this one."

"Hey," Y/N climbed into bed behind him, arms wrapping around his torso to try and comfort him. "If it makes you feel any better, everyone thinks I'm a physcopath and that should be in the RAFT." Y/N thought it may make Peter feel better, but she was wrong.

"Great, we can be there together. I wonder if they'll give us a conjoined cell."

"Peter," Y/N ran her hands through his hair.

"Everyone hates me. My life was so good, and now everything's gone to shit." Peter turned to face her, and she just stared at him. "I just wish," Peter trailed off, eyes widening.

"What?" Y/N sat up as Peter did, and then he was going to put on his shoes.

"Maybe there is a way to make everyone forget." Peter pulled a jacket on, and Y/N just watched.

"Peter, I already told you my magic doesn't work that way." Y/N sighed, but she began to pull her shoes on anyway.

"Your's may not, but the Sorcerer Supreme?" Peter looked so hopeful, and Y/N couldn't shut it down.

"We can ask." Y/N shrugged, following Peter out the door.

"Great, because I was going either way." He grabbed his keys as he practically skipped out the door, making Y/N laugh.

"We're off to see the wizard!" She sang as Peter locked the door.

"And, you've ruined it." He sighed, turning and beginning to walk to the elevator.

"Don't be so dramatic. I know you secretly loved it." Y/N smirked, pressing the down button. Immediately, an elevator dinged and opened, and the two filed into it.

"Definitely not."

~

"Didn't Wong tell you not to do this?" Y/N asked as the three of them stood in the old stone library. Dr. Strange was readying a potion; one that would help Peter.

"Do you see Wong here? Didn't think so." Y/N pursed her lips at the sass, deciding to focus on the bright orange potion. "The entire world is about to forget that Peter Parker is Spider-Man." Strange poured something into the spell as he spoke, and Y/N's eyes widened.

"Wait, everyone?" Peter asked, getting closer to the stone in the middle. Dr. Strange started to make the circles for the spell, and Y/N looked around, heart beginning to race. "Can't some people still know?"

"That's not how the spell works." Dr. Strange didn't even look up.

"So I'm going to forget about everything we've been through." Y/N said, stepping up.

"Stop tampering with the spell." Strange made another circle before sending them rotating.

"Oh my God, Ned, he's my best friend."

"Peter," Strange warned as he made another circle. They began to shake, and Y/N stepped closer to her boyfriend.

"My aunt May should really know," Peter mentioned, making Strange begin to shake as well.

"Peter, please," Y/N began to beg, but then Peter's eyes widened even bigger.

"Shit, Morgan, she's not going to remember me. And Pepper, she's gonna think Tony did it for nothing."

"Stop talking!" Strange commanded as the rings began to shake. It didn't matter though, because in a second, they were all knocked off their feet by the spell blowing up. Y/N felt her back hit solid concrete, and she immediately began coughing and dry heaving.

"What did you just do?" Y/N heaved, still coughing. She got to her hands and knees, feeling as though her back was broken. Logically, she knew it wasn't, but she still fell to the side, and then to her back.

"What did I do? This was your boyfriend's fault!" Strange yelled making his way to Y/N.

"What kind of sorcerer are you? Can't," Y/N began coughing and turned to the side. "You can't cast a damn spell!" Y/N threw up, and Strange lifted her up so she could breathe. "Where's Peter?"

"I-I don't know-"

"Where's Peter?" Y/N cried, looking around. The dust had settled, but she still couldn't hear or see him. "Peter!" Y/N cried out, moving around.

"He could have been sent to another universe." Strange said, which made Y/N cry out, magic lifting random objects.

"No, no!" Y/N screamed, tripping and flailing around, trying to find him. "He can't be, he - I have to see him again!" She was looking around, trying to reach out to him with her mind, to find him, but it was empty.

"Y/N, stop!"

"Peter! Peter, where are you? Pe-" Y/N looked down to see Peter, laying in the rubble, eyes closed and a massive gash slicing open his forehead. "No," she mumbled, pulling her shirt off and pressing it to his head as she sat on the ground. She knew he was gone, that his eyes wouldn't open no matter how much she pressed against his head.

Her Peter Parker was gone.

"Peter, please, no, don't leave me. You can't leave me. I love you. Don't do this to me!" Y/N screamed, pulling Peter into her lap, her blood-soaked shirt falling away. She looked up as tears fell down her face, more things rising. Her eyes went red, magic coming not only from her hands but also from her chest, from the pain in her heart.

"Y/N, you have to calm down. You have to stop." Stephan was next to her, but Y/N pushed her hand up and blasted him away. "Y/N, no!" He yelled, pain coursing through her body.

"No!" Y/N screamed, breaking the objects she had picked up. "Peter!" Her magic was coursing around her now, much like Dr. Strange's spell. Y/N let out another scream of anguish, her throat crying out in pain as more tears coursed down her face.

"You don't know what you're doing!" Strange yelled, but it didn't deter her.

"No! You didn't know what you were doing!" Y/N screamed, turning towards Strange, who looked at her in surprise. "You may not have been able to save Peter, but I can!" Y/N looked down at Peter, blood no longer falling from his face. But it covered his hair, covered everything, staining her red bra dark. Her eyes went soft and back to their usual color as she stared at the love of her life.

"Y/N, you're going to open the multiverse. You can't save Peter, not this way." Strange tried to walk over to her, but the spell she was creating was too tightly wound around her.

"I love him! I - I can't live without him!" Y/N looked back up at the ceiling, eyes going back to red. "I can't live without him." Y/N whispered finally. The magic around her flooded her vision, and she let her body fall to the ground, exhausted.

And then the ground fell underneath her.

~

Y/N's head hurt, and that's what forced her to open her eyes the moment she gained consciousness. She looked around, seeing she was in a hospital. She blinked, feeling as though she'd been asleep for a decade. She grabbed the remote with a sore hand, pressing the call button.

"Well, I'm glad I can finally see your eyes." A nurse said a couple seconds later. Y/N let a small smile grace her face, before she looked around. "You've been out for a day and a half. The police wanted to stakeout and question you, but I didn't let them, don't worry." The nurse checked her pulse, made sure she didn't have a fever, and then checked a wound on her side.

"Can you tell the police to call Matt Murdock with their questions." Y/N rolled her eyes. The nurse sighed before walking to the end of her bed.

"They won't like that." She said, making Y/N cross her arms gingerly.

"Then tell them I believe Peter. Tell them Peter-"

"Peter as in Peter Parker?" The nurse asked, interrupting Y/N with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Yes, Peter Parker. I'm Y/N L/N. I'm the girl you saw on the news with him, the one who-"

"Ma'am, you didn't come up in our records. We fingerprinted you and nothing showed up." The nurse sat on the bed, seeing Y/N looking confused. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I-I remember Peter's identity was revealed. He couldn't live with it so he asked someone for help, but it blew up in our faces. Literally." Y/N's heart dropped as she thought of Peter in her arms, his blood everywhere. "My boyfriend, Peter, he died. I was holding him in my arms." Y/N felt the tears fall out of her eyes as she looked down, her hands fisting the sheets. "That's the last thing I remember." She whispered. The nurse stood then, not looking at Y/N.

"Do you have any sort of mental illness? Something that would cause a manic episode?" The nurse asked. Y/N shook her head, thoroughly confused as to what the nurse was asking for.

"N-No, no, I don't. I-I'm not crazy. That really happened." Y/N sat up straighter, despite her back aching.

"Nobody said you were crazy. It's just-" The nurse looked around, and Y/N realized she definitely wasn't briefed on how to help Y/N. "Honey, we found you laying on the street in your bra, blood staining your clothes. And the blood sample came back not matching yours, so I'd like to-"

"Oh my God." Y/N stared straight ahead, heart racing as she realized what she'd done. "I need to see Dr. Strange, please. Or - Stephan Strange, he's at the Sanctum-"

"Ma'am, we have a couple of questions we'd like you to answer." The police walked in. Y/N looked around. She was in a different universe. She somehow transported herself, and apparently she didn't exist in this one, but Peter Parker did-

"I'm gonna go with no." Y/N jumped out of bed, immediately using her powers to knock them out and have them collapse. She looked to the nurse, who was inching towards the Code Blue button.

"Please don't. I don't want to hurt you." Y/N said, hands still holding her magic.

"Are you the Scarlett Witch?" The lady stuttered out.

"Who?" Y/N was confused, never hearing that name. Maybe that was like her from this world? "Who's the Scarlett Witch?"

"Please don't hurt me. Or imprison us." The nurse begged, and Y/N sighed. She ran over to the window, looking down. She was pretty high up, but she'd be fine. She opened the window, then looked to the nurse.

"I'm not a bad guy." Y/N told her, before jumping out the window. She used her powers to break her fall, but once she hit the ground, everyone was looking at her.

"Scarlett Witch?" One of them said. Y/N shook her head, furrowing her brows.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" She asked, looking around. The streets seemed the same from where she lived in her New York, save a couple minor details. She ran down the street, knowing she was only a couple blocks away from where the Sanctum should be. When she got there, she realized the inside was snowy, just like it was when she went with-

Just like it was last time she was there.

Y/N felt her eyes water, and she wiped the tears away. She sniffled as she walked in, more tears falling as she thought about Peter, and how he died, and the way she held him, and-

"Excuse me, who are you?" Y/N looked up, seeing Strange and Wong standing. She hoped she wasn't too late.

"Listen, I can't - let's just say I'm from the future." Because it was the easiest way to explain whatever the hell she had done. "Peter Parker is-" Y/N felt her throat close, and she looked to the side as tears fell quickly down her face.

"And we're supposed to believe you're from the future?" Wong looked very skeptical, not even letting her finish. Y/N sighed, taking a deep breath.

"I'm from a different Earth. The multiverse, I know you've heard of it. Listen, in my universe, Peter Parker comes to you, for your help, and you do a spell to make everyone forget. Except you can't handle it, and Peter-"

"I'm sorry, we're supposed to believe a girl in a medical gown who saying she's from a different universe?" Wong asked. Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes, using magic to put her regular uniform on. The two had wide eyes now, and they were definitely more inclined to believe her now.

"Which of the nine realms are you from?" Strange asked, making Y/N even more frustrated.

"I told you, I'm from a different universe! Do you understand nothing?" She shouted, looking between the two men.

"The multiverse," Dr. Strange paused, looking at her. "What'd you say your name was?"

"Y/N."

"Right. The multiverse, Y/N, is a topic of which we know frighteningly little. How do we know you're not lying?"

"I don't know, because things are different here. For example, I don't exist here. My blood samples? They don't match the samples of any DNA in New York, or anywhere. I am not a person. Not here at least." Y/N sighed, and the two sorcerers just stared. "So listen to me very carefully. Peter Parker is going to come-"

"Excuse me?" Y/N froze, not able to think anymore, because that was Peter, her Peter, and he was standing right behind him. But it wasn't her Peter, was it? It may sound like her Peter, look like him, but it isn't him. And it would never be him, not matter how much she hoped.

She still turned around to see him.

Y/N let out a breath as she looked at Peter, who was staring back. He had the same hair and the same kind eyes and the same smile lines. Her breathing sped up as she stared, and she began to feel dizzy. Her mouth was dropped open, and chills ran up her body as she thought about how Peter had died in her arms, as if part of her was still there and the other part was staring at the love of her life. She walked closer to him, but stopped herself when Peter looked away from her.

"Who is this?" Dr. Strange and Wong just stared at her as red magic swirled around her hands. But before she could respond, her body went rigid, and she let out a groan before falling to the ground. The other three immediately ran to her, and she blinked up.

"What just happened?" She asked, making Wong and Dr. Strange share a look.

"You need to go back to your world, Y/N. If you don't, you'll disappear, and you'll never going to be able to go back." Wong told her, making her sit up.

"Good." Y/N put her hands underneath her to stand, ignoring the hands that were offered to help her up. "I don't want to go back."

"You don't have a choice. Either send yourself back, or we'll do it for you." Dr Strange crossed his arms.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Peter demanded, confused at where she had come from and why they were talking about a different earth.

"I don't exist here. I'm from another world. However," Y/N stopped her sentence turned as she heard something behind her, hands ready at her sides. People in black suits came out of yellow portals, and before Y/N could fight they had a collar slapped on her. She went to use her powers, hearing everyone yelling, but she couldn't feel the magic. It was as if it had all been drained out of her.

"Variant identified." The woman in the front spoke, making them all stop talking. "On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I herby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline."

"Told you." Wong muttered from behind her.

"What do you mean? She's just confused. I'm confused, actually. What's going on?" Peter asked, eyebrows practically reaching his hairline.

"Reset the timeline." The girl said, ignoring Peter completely. A man put a small contraction on the ground as two more went to grab her. Peter went to grab one of them, but was knocked back easily.

"Don't touch him!" Y/N tried to fight, but they held on tight.

"He doesn't even know who you are, Y/N. It's better this way." The girl walked through the yellow portal, and the men began to walk as well. Y/N went limp, struggling still.

"What are you gonna do to her?" Peter stood in front of them, and Y/N's heart sank. Even in this universe, Peter was still kind and sweet. Y/N felt her heart break as Peter was pushed out of the way and she was taken through the yellow portal.

"I love you, Peter Parker."

//

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Lovestruck and Lipstick Stained

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

synopsis: you and Tom don’t feel entirely out of characters after playing lovers in the MCU

thank you to @snowrosestonight​ for the idea!

Masterlist

“Well hey there Spiderman.”

You walked up to Tom at one of the many photoshoots of the press tour with a cheeky smile. He was dressed in his suit, a sight you had grown to love very dearly. Your time as Gwen Stacy in the MCU had been incredibly memorable, all thanks to Tom.

“Hey yourself.” Tom folded his arms and clocked your outfit, a white t shirt with Spider-Man’s mask in the shape of a heart and skin tight jeans. “Nice jeans. I think I can see the spare change in your pocket.”

You looked down at your jeans and pointed your foot, flexing the cherry red heels they’d put you in and laughed.

“I’m sure they’re no tighter than the suit. And at least I can go to the bathroom without a team to help me.” You teased him as you poked out your tongue.

“Don’t disrespect the suit.” Tom pretended to be insulted. “I recall saving your life a few times in it.”

“I mean no disrespect. Honestly, I never get tired of seeing you in that suit. It’s like a rush of endorphins every time.” You chuckled as you ran your fingertips down his arm. Tom couldn’t feel it through his many layers of material, but the act alone sent shivers down his spine.

“That’s how I felt when I saw that T-Shirt. Seriously, did they mold that to your body?” He teased as he eyed your ridiculously tight shirt. It was a classic look MJ had worn in the comics, and the wardrobe department wanted to pay homage to it. You had felt a little self conscious with the form fitting the ensemble was, but Toms comments had taken the edge off.

“A lady never reveals her secrets.” You shrugged playfully.

“Well you look amazing, darling. You should wear this more often.” Tom complimented as his eyes took their time going down your body. You stepped closer to him and fixed some stray hairs of his that had fallen out of place.

“You know, I just might.” You smiled as you touched up his hair. A content smile rested on Toms lips as comfortable silence settled between you.

“Are you two ready to go?” A set assistant came up to you, taking your attention away from each other.

“I think we are.” You answered for Tom and yourself.

“Let’s get started.”

You were lead onto set and given a mark to stand on. The flash of the camera wasn’t something you were used to yet, but having Tom directly at your side calmed your nerves.

You popped one of your legs up and gave the camera a sultry smile as you clung to Tom. There was a wind machine blowing your hair back as you posed, only adding to the magic. You switched up your face and position but never took your hands off Tom, and he did the same.

“Tom, can you put your hand in Y/n’s back pocket?” One of the photographers asked between shots.

“Is that okay with you?” Tom asked quietly, so only you could hear as he looked at you for permission.

“I prefer it.” You told him as you gave his face a once over. Tom smirked and held your gaze as he slid his hand into your back pocket, letting the cameras capture it. You winked at him before turning your attention back to the photographer, posing for a few more minutes before you took a break.

“Everyone take five. Great work guys.” The photographer smiled at the two of you before walking off set. You slowly untangled yourself from Tom, chuckling shyly as he slid his hand out of your pocket.

“That wasn’t too hard.” You joked as you walked towards your chairs on the set. Four women immediately came over to touch up your hair and makeup as you and Tom spoke.

“Hard? Looking pretty is my day job.” Tom scoffed and pretended to flip hair over his shoulder.

“And looking like I’m in love with you is mine.” You tweaked an eyebrows as someone fixed your hair.

“You do it so well.” Tom boasted. “Best I’ve ever seen, really.”

“Well, you know. I get lots of practice.” You shrugged casually. “And when looking at such a pretty face, it’s not that hard to look in love.” You teased him as you squished his cheeks. Tom laughed and pushed you off, smiling in gratitude at the hair and makeup people as they left.

“I, uh, I got pretty familiar with your back pocket today.” Tom said, keeping his yes down as he took a step towards you.

“Yeah.” You looked away as you felt your cheeks flush. “Not many get to say they’ve had that experience.”

“I better thank my lucky stars then, huh?” Tom folded his arms, giving you a cocky smile. You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes at him, not wanting him to get the upper hand.

“Yeah.” You spike softly, your breath fanning his face. “You better.”

With his chest touching yours now, Tom opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the set assistant.

“Are you guys ready to continue?” He asked, not realizing what he was interrupting. You and Tom shared own last look, heavy with disappointment, as you stepped away from each other and nodded.

“You got the lipstick, right?” He asked you. You looked at Tom in confusion, only to find him a blushing mess.

“Lipstick?” You asked.

“You’re gonna cover Tom’s face in lipstick stains for the second half of the photo shoot.” The assistant informed you, and you immediately understood the blush. Your cheeks flames up in a crimson of their own as you realized you’d have to kiss your best friend again after so many months without it.

“I got it.” Tom bashfully held up tube of red lipstick, avoiding eye contact with you. You stared at the tube, your mind drifting back to the long days on set where you and Tom, or Peter and Gwen, would kiss for hours until you got the perfect take.

“Awesome. Do you need any help Y/n?” The assistant asked you, snapping you out of your daze. You blinked a few times as you came back to reality and shook your head.

“I think I can manage.” You squeaked.

“Great. See you guys in a few.”

The assistant left you alone to get ready, a nervous flutter going through you as he left.

“Did you know about this?” You eyed Tom skeptically as you took the tube of lipstick from him.

“Oh, darling.” Tom snorted. “It was my idea.”

Your jaw dropped as he shrugged smugly and gave him a playful shove.

“You don’t quit, do you?” You clicked your tongue as you opened the lipstick, begging to apply it in the mirror as you held eye contact with him.

“No I do not.” He said proudly as he took a seat in his chair. “You said my face was pretty, right? Come make it even prettier.”

Tom beckoned you over with his fingers, making you gulp as you finished putting on your lipstick.

“Okay.” You waltzed over you him, dragging your finger along the side of your mouth to clean up the line. You put a knee between Toms legs and propped yourself up, leaning over him as you leaned your hands on each of his armrests.

“I think I’ll put one here.” You spoke softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Here.” Corner of the mouth.

“Both cheeks.” You narrated in a hushed tone as you pressed a kiss to either sides of his face. You could feel how hot his skin was under your lips, and it made you smile.

“This is already my favorite photo shoot.” Tom chuckled as you reapplied your lipstick and placed kisses along his hairline.

“Me too.” You mumbled before covering his neck and jawline in the red lipstick stains. After his neck was decently covered, you leaned back to admire your work. Tom looked at you with heavy eyelids, swimming in bliss as he drummed his fingers on your hips.

“One more.” You decided. “To top it off.”

You leaned in and placed a searing kiss to his lips, leaving a bright red mark in your wake.

“Good call.” Tom gave you a dopey smile one you pulled away.

“Come on.” You got up and took his hand. “Let’s go get our picture taken.”

~

“Wait, look.” You stopped walking to your hotel on your way back from the photoshoot when a certain building caught your eye. Tom stopped with you, as your arm had been linked through his.

“What are we looking at? A tattoo shop?” He looked at you curiously.

“Yeah. I was thinking of getting one to commemorate my time as Gwen Stacy.” You admitted as you shyly scratched behind your ear.

“What did you want to get?”

“Nothing crazy or anything.” You shrugged. “I just want something small to represent my role.”

“Do you have any ideas?” Tom asked as you walked inside the shop.

“About a million.” You chuckled. “That’s my problem. I can’t decide.”

“Well what’s your favorite scene?” He asked you as he browsed the artwork on the walls of the shop.

“I like when Peter sets up a picnic on the giant web. It’s my favorite scene visually and I, uh, I liked shooting it.” You looked at him timidly through your lashes. It was a great day on set, getting to cuddle into Toms side for eight hours straight. It held fond memories for the both of you.

“So there you go.” Tom half smiled. “Get a web.”

“You think I should?” You wanted his approval before you went through with anything.

“Yeah. You know how I know it’s the right move?” He raises his eyebrows.

“How?”

“That’s my favorite scene too.” He winked at you and pulled you towards the reception desk.

“Then I’ll do it.” You decided. “Under one condition, though.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to do it.” You told him.

“Darling, I don’t know the first thing about tattoos.” He warned you.

“I don’t care.” You shook your head. “You were my partner in this and if it’s gonna be on my body forever, I want you to do it. It has to be you.”

“I would be honored, love.” Tom smiled softly. “Just remember how much you love me as your partner when it turns out horrible.”

“That will just add to the charm.” You shrugged it off, feeling confident in your decision.

“Are you sure they’ll let me do it on you?” He wondered as the receptionist came to the desk.

“We’re celebrities. They’ll let us do anything.” You laughed before explaining what you wanted done. Within thirty minutes, you were in a chair with Tom at your side. He was armed with a tattoo gun, bouncing his leg nervously as someone else loaded it with ink.

“I need both hands to do this, so you’ll have to squeeze my knee instead if it hurts.” Tom said sympathetically, wishing he could hold your hand to ease your pain.

“Okay. Try to be gentle.” You braced yourself, already squeezing his knee out of fear.

“Right. I’ll just use the gentle setting on the gun.” Tom replied sarcastically, your laughter replacing your fear.

“Just shut up and do me.” You covered your eyes with your hands and turned away.

“Oh? Someones feeling romantic.” Tom poked fun at your accidental innuendo.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You whined.

“Sure you didn’t, darling. Are you okay to start?” He asked.

“Yeah. Just do it.” You gulped and squeezes your eyes shut as Tom began to freehand a web. There was an actual tattoo artist beside him, instructing him on what to do as he worked. The pain wasn’t as bad as you thought it was, but it didn’t feel great either. You squeezed his knee for an hour straight until you heard the relieving words.

“All done.” Tom said proudly as the buzzing from the gun stopped.

“Is my arm still there?” You asked, still facing away.

“It’s still there, love.” Tom chuckled as he wiped it down. “Do you wanna see it?”

“Yeah.” You beamed as Tom helped you sit up. You excitedly held out your arm. You looked at your tattoo and felt the air get knocked out of your lungs.

“Tom.” You mumbled as you stared at the tattoo.

“Do you like it?” He asked hopefully, staring at your face to read your reaction.

“It’s horrible.” You stared as you gaped at the misshapen web Tom had permanently put on your body. Toms heart stopped when he discovered that you didn’t like it.

“Darling, I’m sorry.” He apologized sincerely. “I told you I wasn’t-“

“I love you.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “And I love it. It’s exactly what I wanted.”

“Really?” He gasped.

“Thank you so much. It’s perfect.” You threw your other arm around him and hugged him tightly as tears of joy streamed down your face.

“I’m glad I could help.” He smiled as he rubbed your back. “I’m definitely going to need a picture of my work.”

“Go ahead. The world deserves to see this masterpiece.” You beamed as Tom took out his phone. He went live on Instagram and held his phone up to his face.

“Guys, Y/n made a really bad decision and let me tattoo her. Wait, how do I flip the camera?” He looked at you for help as you laughed.

“Like this, sweetness.” You tapped his screen twice and held out your arm.

“Okay. Look at this. This is pretty good for my first time.” Tom praised himself as he took your arm and gently twisted it to show off the whole thing.

“I’m in love with it. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” You smiled gratefully as Tom panned the camera up to your face.

“The smile on your face right now is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Look at this girl. How cute is she?” Tom gushed as he squished your cheeks with his free hand.

“I’m just so happy. Look at my tattoo!” You happily held your arm out, absolutely in love with what he had done.

“It’s pretty shit.” Tom laughed at his crooked lines.

“Stop it!” You scolded him. “This is my favorite thing in the entire world right now. And forever.”

“I’m glad you like it. Just like how you guys are gonna like our movie.” He managed to turn the camera around to wink.

“You’re gonna love it. I love it and I’ve never seen it.” You came into view as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You heard the girl. Go see our movie.” Tom commanded as he wrapped his free arm around your waist to hold you close.

“Out next week!” You chirped before he shut the camera off. You let a professional wrap the tattoo before you paid and left the shop. Tom held your hand as you walked down the street, his way of making up for not being able to hold it while you got the tattoo.

“Hey, speaking of the movie, we have the premier in a week and I haven’t picked an outfit.” Tom realized as you neared your hotel.

“Really? I picked my dress the day I was cast.” You joked, tugging Tom into the lobby.

“I fully believe you.” He laughed. “What are you wearing?”

“I have a picture. Here.” You handed him your phone as you got into an elevator. Tom looked at the picture of you in a floor length, off the shoulder, royal blue ball gown that you had taken in a fitting room. His jaw immediately dropped at the sight of you as his heart picked up speed.

“You look incredible. Can you send this to me?” He asked sweetly as he looked up from the phone.

“Sure, but it’s not even the whole look.” You laughed shyly as he gawked at you. “I’m gonna have hair, makeup, and heels on the day of the premier. Plus jewelry.”

“You’re forgetting the most important part.” He clicked his tongue.

“What’s that?”

“Me as your arm candy.” Tom winked at you and handed your phone back.

“How could I forget you? My partner.” You took his hand and squeezed it ostentatiously.

“You keep calling me that, and I kind of love it. I think of you as my partner too.” He said shyly as he played with your fingers.

“Then we should match at the premier. We can show everyone our partnership.” You said as the idea came to you.

“You’re wearing blue…”

“So you wear red.” You finished his sentence. “You’ve always looked good in red.”

“Done.” Tom decoded. “I’ll tell my stylist tomorrow.”

“Awesome.” You smiled as you got to your floor.

“Hey, darling?” Tom asked as you stepped off the elevator.

“Yes?” You stopped in the hallway so you could give him your full attention.

“Would you be my date to the premier?” He asked as his lips curved into a smile. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded before you could form words.

“I would love too.” You told him. His face lit up like a Christmas tree as he rushed at you, picking you up and spinning you around as he hugged you tightly.

“Yes!” He cheered. “Everyones gonna be jealous of me.”

“Alright, alright.” You laughed as he set you down. “Save that energy for the premier.”

“Trust me darling, I will.” Tom grinned as he stood outside his hotel room, directly across from yours.

“Goodnight, idiot.” You rolled your eyes at him as you stood in your doorway.

“Goodnight Princess.” He blew you a kiss, making you groan. You went inside and shut your door, but Tom stayed out for a moment, looking at your door wistfully before going on himself.

~

“Are you all done?” You asked as you walked into Toms room while putting in your earring. It was the day of the premier and you had gotten ready in separate rooms like a bride and groom.

“Yeah I’m all…oh my God.” His sentence quickly changed course when he saw you. His jaw was slack as he gawkers at you, taking his time in taking you in.

“Do you like it?” A pink tint covered your face when you saw how star struck he was, making you look down shyly.

“What! What?!” Tom was still in awe as he looked you over, unable to believe how good you looked.

“Stop it. You look incredible.” You complimented him, and he did.

“You look so good!” He exclaimed. “Darling, you take my breath away.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself. Red is definitely your color.” You praised as he twirled you under his arm. His deep red suit perfectly complimented his skin tone and made him look extravagant, especially with the glasses he had opted for. Tom rested his hands on your shoulders and looked at you dress with a proud smile.

“I can’t get over you.” He shook his head in disbelief. “The color blue was made just for you. You look ravishing, love. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled as you pulled him into a hug. Neither of you wanted to admit it, but you both knew this was the last time you’d be together in this way. After tonight, the movie would be out and you’d no longer be on the press tour together. Because of this unspoken feat, the hug lingered a little longer than usually.

“You ready?” Tom asked as he rested his chin on your head.

“Ready.”

~

You walked out onto the red carpet together, hand in hand as the crowd roared. Tom kept one hand on your back as you stopped to pose for the cameras.

“We look like a couple.” He leaned down to say into your ear.

“A couple of besties.” You said without looking at him as you parted his chest. He tightened his grip on your waist as he continued smiling at the cameras.

“I hate you so much for saying that.” He laughed as he held you closer.

“Aw. But I love you.” You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. The press cheered for you as you made your way down the carpet.

“Let’s do something different poses.” Tom suggested as you fixed your dress.

“Okay. Prom pose has to be first.” You said eagerly as you turned around. Tom wrapped his arms around you from behind and posed like you were going to prom.

“That was so stupid.” He shook his head with laughter as he let go of you.

“Here. Gaze lovingly into my eyes.” You instructed as you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Why?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion, but he complied.

“So the fans can say “look at the way they look at each other” and swoon.” You laughed as you tugged on the lapel of his jacket. Tom rolled his eyes before placing his other hand on the small of your back and gazing, as you put it, lovingly into your eyes. You put your hand on his cheek to keep his face in place and let the paparazzi have a field day.

You walked a few places down the red carpet before getting into a new pose, this time wrapping your arms around his neck as he kept his arms around your waist.

“We look like the Twilight poster.” You whispered in his ear before smoldering at the press.

“Which one?” Tom chuckled as he looked at you with all the adoration in the world

“All of them.” You told him as you kept your perfectly manicured hand over her heart.

“I want to do the Will Smith pose.” Tom decided, taking a step away from you and opening his arms like he was presenting you. You covered you mouth as you laughed loudly, feeling a warm sense of joy as Tom held his arms out to behold you. You looked at him fondly and blew him a kiss.

“I feel like artwork.” You shouted over the roar of the press.

“You look like it too.” Tom shouted back, holding his hand out for you to take. You happily accepted his hand, letting him twirl you before you spun into his chest. Both laughing happily and only seeing each other, the roar of the crowd disappeared. All you could hear was Tom’s laughter, coming deep from his tummy.

“Stop it.” You shyly hid your face in his neck as he held you tightly. Tom took your chin between his fingers and beamed at you, grinning like a child before resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re my best friend.” He said between his laughter, keeping his eyes shut to block out the rest of the world.

“And you’re mine.” You reached up and gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, looking longingly at him even with his eyes shut.

“Let’s go.” He slipped his hand into yours and pulled you along. “We have more red carpet to dazzle.”

~

“It’s over.” Tom let out a breath as he plopped on his bed after the premier. “I can’t believe it over.”

You plopped down next to him and both of you stared at the ceiling in silence. You were exhausted from all the screaming fans, interviews and hours on your feet, but you had never been happier. You reached out and took Toms hand which was lying beside yours and intertwined your fingers with his.

“Honestly Tom, this has been a dream with you. You made my experience better than I ever could’ve imagined. I can’t thank you enough.” You told him as you looked to your side to see him. He turned his head to look at you and gave your hand a squeeze.

“You can thank me by keeping me around.” He mumbled. “Getting to know you has been my favorite part of this whole thing, honest to God. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

“I’m sad it’s all coming to an end. I’m gonna miss being with you every day. Eating all our meals together and all that. I loved that.” You spoke softly as you looked down at your hands, trying to hold in tears that came out of nowhere.

“It doesn’t have to end. We can still see each other.” Tom assured you as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“Yeah, but it won’t be the same. You’ll go off and film your next movie and hang out with your newest costar and forget all about me.” You looked up at him sadly. “And yeah, we’ll see each other but it will only be every once in a while. We literally lived together during filming and now I’ll see you every few months. If I’m lucky.”

“Then let’s keep living together.” Tom said as if the idea had been brewing in the back of his mind for a while.

“What?” You lifted your neck a little to get a better look at him.

“I’m serious. Let’s move in together. Who says this ever has to end?” His eyes were hopeful skies with anxious clouds as he waited for your answer. You stared at him a moment as you pondered it, but deep down you knew the answer straight away.

“I don’t want it to.” You mumbled. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You never will.” Tom smiled softly as he brushed a stray hair off of your nose.

“Good.” You stated firmly. “Then let’s move in together to make sure of it.”

“Alright.” He left out a happy sigh and fell on his back. “We can start looking for a flat tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You covered your grin and turned away, not wanting him to see how happy it made you that he felt the same connection you did.

“All the fans are saying we look like a couple.” Tom said suddenly, handing you his phone that was open to twitter. The ship name your fans had coined for you and Tom was number one on trending, Tom was number two, and you were number three. Taking his phone in your hands, you scrolled through a few of the many rows of tweets saying you and Tom made, would make, or were a perfect couple. You couldn’t help but smiling seeing that millions of people wanted you to date your best friend.

“Oh my goodness.” You chuckled as you handed his phone back. “That’s another weird thing. I’m so used to kissing you and acting like I’m your girlfriend from filming. I have to stop myself from being all over you when I see you. I guess I’m still not fully out of character.”

“I have a pretty simple solution for that.” Tom quipped, clicking his phone off and turned on his side to look at you.

“Tell me.” You smirked as you rolled on your side as well.

“You wouldn’t have to stop yourself from being all over me if you…” Tom trailed off and squeezed his eyes shut like he lost his nerve.

“If I what?” You wondered, putting your hand over his to reassure him.

“If you were my girlfriend.” He spoke timidly. “Who says our love has to be limited to the screen?”

“Are you asking me out, Holland?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, darling, I’m sorry if I misread the moment.” His face fell when he thought you didn’t feel the same. “ I thought we-“

You didn’t let him finish, leaning forward and kissing him instead. A hesitant hand molded against your hip as he kissed you back, smiling against your lips until you pulled away.

“You thought right.” You laughed breathlessly. “Whether we’re in front of a camera or not, I want to be your girlfriend.”

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[antigoneidk]

can't help falling in love|t.h.

summary: when words can't speak enough, songs will do

pairing: tom holland × reader

words: 2k

a/n: well I think we all fell in love with this Tom right? I mean who wouldn't??? Wish more of that content cause I'm a sucker for him..

"Over yours tonight?"

"Yes. Bring your guitar too."

"We're about to have fun tonight."

"As we always do!"

And when it was just the two of you, you always had a great time. The chemistry that had been developed between you and Tom was indescribable and everyone seemed jealous of what you have created. It was amazing how much two people can connect, two different souls in such a little period.

You loved your little secret "rendezvous" as you liked to call them. He'd come to your place, or you'd go to his, sip wine and talk for hours and hours about everything. From how the world was created, to how your nail broke, or the way some theories of very famous scientists may be wrong, or how his brothers crashed his car without him knowing, even analyze the way social media work, or begging him to show you videos of the set for his upcoming film. Maybe you'd complain about how early you have to wake up the next day and he'd make fun of you before he realizes that he's going to wake up as early as you. And you'd beg him to stay, or the opposite. 

And after that, you'd grab your guitars and play until you fall asleep on the couch.

He looked so handsome concentrated on not losing any chord, not ruin the melody. His brown eyes focusing on the strings, his fingers following the sound in his mind, his body relaxed, and his ears longing for your voice.

How he adored listening to your angelic voice. He couldn't explain the way his heart melted with the sweet sound of yours, his stomach filling with butterflies, his mind following the heart on this chaotic, exciting, endless road. He didn't know if he was in love or not. It was confusing inside his head. He never knew what falling in love means, the symptoms are different from one person to another. But he was only looking forward to the time he'd have to spend with you, the feeling of enthusiasm getting stronger as the day went by. He knew that you were the only one that could bring the peace he searched for, it was you that brought those feelings that he wanted to see for himself. He admitted once that he wished you'd be more than just his close friend to himself. Yet, the fear of losing you was massive and your presence in his life was more important than his feelings. So the only way was to push them to the side.

You knocked on his doorbell and fixed your guitar on your shoulder while waiting for the door to open. You looked down at your shoes noticing how dirty they got but as you were about to somehow clean them with your hand, you heard the door open and your eyes met his.

"Hi," you said cheerfully leaving the guitar to your side and wrapping your hands around his shoulder. His familiar scent came to your nose, your eyes closing for a moment enjoying his smell, but also the sensation of his arms tightening around your waist.

"Hey, beautiful" he mumbled softly and let go of you. "How are you?" he asked grabbing your guitar and closing the door behind you. 

"Now that I am here I'm so much better" you confessed. "Oh, you didn't wait for me to help"  you complained seeing that everything was already prepared for you.

"Why would I need help?" he asked.

"Because...I am your friend and you don't have to do all of these for me"

"But what happens if I want to do all of these for you?"

You stared back at him without any answer to his question. You tried to read his face, understand if he was joking or not. If he was playing with your feelings or if he was just completely clueless. His puppy eyes nearly convincing your heart that everything was true, your mind shouting to not believe this. It was a battle happening right in front of you, however, you stood still and did nothing.

"I'm pretty sure you do not so stop saying things you don't mean and let's go drink"

____________________

"But she fell in love with him Tom. She was happier than ever. She was willing to be there for him  for the rest of her life, she stood by his side through everything, his madness, his anger, his sadness, his happiness-"

"He was suffering y/n-"

"If he loved her enough-"

"Do you know how is it feel to be stuck on a chair and not move even a single finger? No matter how big your love is for someone, sometimes you're losing the fight" Tom sipped his last drop of wine and looked back at you.

"If we were in this position, would you die just like him? Even if you loved me more than anything?" you questioned.

"I seriously have no idea y/n"

"I'd live for you Tom" normally you wouldn't admit this, the wine gave you the courage though to do so. "If I was William in that stupid chair, I would want to live with you for the rest of eternity" you glanced at him meaning every word you just said. Your love for him was like no other and for sure knew that you were more than willing to move every mountain to be with him forever.

"Stop saying things you don't mean y/n" he copied your words and grabbed your guitar from the floor, unsure if he should play it cool or say something more.

"You are not romantic babe" you played it off resting your hand on the couch and placing your head at the top of it while waiting for Tom to tune the guitar. "Also I was thinking of something today while I was working"

"You were thinking again?" he asked sarcastically.

"You piece of...give me that" you laughed and took the guitar in your hands."So, as I was saying, I was thinking that maybe today you should sing with me"

"Are you drunk?" Tom asked you disagreeing already with the idea you had in mind.

"What?"

"You know that I can't sing and even if it wasn't for that I would never sing with you"

"Why?" it felt kinda offending hearing those words as you didn't know why he felt that way.

"You have the voice of an angel y/n. I'm never gonna sing with you 'cause you'll hear how bad I sound and we don't want this trust me" he pulled his guitar close to him and smiled in your direction.

"I heard you singing before and you sound incredible so cut the excuses and follow me okay?" you didn't wait for any of his complaints. You started playing the song you imagined singing with him all day. The first reason being the fact that it was an easy song to play and sing. The second reason was the lyrics of it.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in.." you began singing.

"Come on Tom..but I can't help falling in love with you" you continued hearing only whispers.

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin... I can't hear you

If I can't help falling in love with you"

Tom gained some courage and started singing louder. He didn't want to be unable to hear you, it was the thing his heart desired. But your expression, your eyes wide open begging him to join you. He could resist to them ever.

And the lyrics.

"Like a river flows

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be.."

You both stared at each other as you kept going. It felt more than just a song, more than just a famous melody. Those were words that none of you had the strength to say, not even dared to try. The fear of loss, the shyness of the last minute. You were saying to yourself that his teasing was just for fun, nothing more. Tom was doing the same. It wasn't complicated at all, but both your minds trapped in this maze, wouldn't detect the way out that was right in front of your eyes.

"Take my hand, 

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you..

For I can't help falling in love with you" 

You bit your lip and positioned the guitar to your legs keeping eye contact with him. The silence in the room was comforting, calming.  It definitely could say more than words.

Fuck it.

"I wish I could kiss you right now" Tom whispered under his breath, loud enough for you to listen. It was shocking. You blinked quite a few times doubtfully, assured that this was only a prank. But he was there looking at you, waiting for a reply. You were confused and he saw it too. His palms started sweating and his heartbeat increased in the blink of an eye. The voice inside him would stop yelling 'you screwed it' and his feeling got hurt quickly. He was ready to listen to you making fun of him, the plan that would break his heart in two. But your silence was currently the only thing he didn't want to. He searched for any signal on your face, even your body language but you were standing still as time had stopped.

"Then do it" 

He didn't hesitate for long. He was dreaming after all. Because this wasn't the reality he lived for sure. 

Fireworks, fireworks, fireworks.

He swore he heard them. The moment his lips captured yours he could hear those fireworks in his heart and ears. Bells were ringing and angels singing. Damn, I'm kissing one of them he thought. His right hand touched your neck deepening the kiss he was yearning for. Your lips in sync warm against his skin. His tongue over yours exploring your taste. Your perfume fueling his nose and brain, the butterflies dancing in their music now. 

It was magical. The goosebumps all over your skin making it even more real. Heart about to explode, all of the happiness hitting throughout your body. It was happening and still, it seemed like a fantasy. You slowly touched his chest and moved upwards to his shoulders making sure that you were really touching him and not any of your pillows. The sensation of his lips in yours was so much better than your imagination. Perfectly made for kissing you and only you.

You broke the kiss and the brightest smile he ever saw was on your lips. The lips HE was kissing.

"Y/n you have no idea how bad I wanted this to happen" he touched your forehead and with his thumb started to draw small circles. A tear rolled from your eye and dropped to his hand.

"Why did it take you so long?" you asked and closed your eyes feeling his breath hitting the skin of your face and hands.

"Baby don't cry. Please" he murmured.

"I'm just happy you know. It's no longer a fantasy or a dream. It's real" you admitted with your shaky breaths making your work hard. But you couldn't care less at that moment.

"I was afraid of losing you y/n. What if you didn't feel the same way? How was I supposed to know?"

"You wouldn't lose me okay? I'm feeling the same way Tom" you carefully brought your fingers at the top of his lips and touched them as you dreamed to. "I'm yours. I'll always be yours."

**the movie mentioned was me before you

**the song they were singing was can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley

Thank you for reading❤

[pers-books]

ur called pers-books so can u recommend a good book?

Oh now you've done it, Anon!

I can ALWAYS recommend a good book!

You haven't specified which genre interests you, so here, have a handful of books which I've really, thoroughly enjoyed in the last year or so. Blurbs from and links to GoodReads.

Sistersong by Lucy Holland:

My sister’s heart broke on the river—and the river took it and bore it away.

In the ancient kingdom of Dumnonia, there is old magic to be found in the whisper of the wind, the roots of the trees, and the curl of the grass. King Cador knew this once, but now the land has turned from him, calling instead to his three children. Riva can cure others, but can’t seem to heal her own deep scars. Keyne battles to be accepted for who he truly is—the king’s son. And Sinne dreams of seeing the world, of finding adventure.

All three fear a life of confinement within the walls of the hold, their people’s last bastion of strength against the invading Saxons. However, change comes on the day ash falls from the sky. It brings with it Myrdhin, meddler and magician. And Tristan, a warrior whose secrets will tear them apart.

Riva, Keyne and Sinne—three siblings entangled in a web of treachery and heartbreak, who must fight to forge their own paths.

Their story will shape the destiny of Britain.

Finding Jessica Lambert by Clare Ashton

Jessica Lambert, movie star and ingénue, is in danger of burning out. Returning to London for the premiere of her latest film, she’s recognised everywhere she goes. When she runs away through the streets of London, she’s taken in by the beautiful and more mature Anna. The two hide in the sanctuary of Anna’s roof-top flat, a haven away from the crowds, but why has Anna removed herself from the world?

As the two women get to know each other, stripping away the layers, both appreciate what each does for the other. This could be the start of something wonderful, more than either of them know.

Wishyouwas by Alexandra Page

It's 1952 in smog-shrouded London. Christmas might be fast approaching, but with her mum away and Uncle Frank busy running the post office, Penny Black is lonelier than ever.

All that changes when Penny discovers a small, fluffy, funny, springy and – most importantly – talking creature in the post office one night, trying to make off with a letter.

But Wishyouwas is no thief. He's a Sorter, and he soon introduces Penny to a fascinating secret world hidden in the tunnels underneath the city's streets. Self-appointed guardians of lost mail, the Sorters have dedicated their lives to rescuing letters that have gone astray and making sure they get delivered to their rightful owners.

Penny is determined to protect the Sorters, but how long will she be able to keep them safe with Stanley Scrawl, the sinister Royal Mail Rat Catcher, on the prowl? Can Penny save the Sorters and deliver a joyful Christmas?

Stay by Catherine Ryan Hyde 

In the summer of 1969, fourteen-year-old Lucas Painter carries a huge weight on his shoulders. His brother is fighting in Vietnam. His embattled parents are locked in a never-ending war. And his best friend, Connor, is struggling with his own family issues. To find relief from the chaos, Lucas takes long, meandering walks, and one day he veers into the woods.

There he discovers an isolated cabin and two huge dogs. Frightened, he runs. And the dogs run with him. Lucas finds unusual peace in running with the dogs, and eventually he meets their owner, Zoe Dinsmore. Closed off and haunted by a tragic past, Zoe has given up. She doesn’t want to be saved. She wants out. But Lucas doesn’t want her to go, and he sees an opportunity to bring more than one friend back into the light. It’s either the best or worst idea he’s ever had, but Lucas isn’t giving up on Zoe or Connor.

Their unexpected connection might be the saving grace that Zoe thought she’d lost, that Connor needs, and that Lucas has been running toward.

One Man and His Bike by Mike Carter

What would happen if you were cycling to the office and just kept on pedalling?

Needing a change, Mike Carter did just that. Following the Thames to the sea he embarked on an epic 5,000 mile ride around the entire British coastline - the equivalent of London to Calcutta.

He encountered drunken priests, drag queens and gnome sanctuaries. He met fellow travellers and people building for a different type of future. He also found a spirit of unbelievable kindness and generosity that convinced him that Britain is anything but broken. This is the inspiring and very funny tale of the five months Mike spent cycling the byways of the nation.

(This is non-fiction in case it’s not obvious!)

The Last Act of Love: The Story of My Brother and His Sister by Cathy Rentzenbrink

In the summer of 1990, Cathy's brother Matty was knocked down by a car on the way home from a night out. It was two weeks before his GCSE results, which turned out to be the best in his school. Sitting by his unconscious body in hospital, holding his hand and watching his heartbeat on the monitors, Cathy and her parents willed him to survive. They did not know then that there are many and various fates worse than death.

This is the story of what happened to Cathy and her brother, and the unimaginable decision that she and her parents had to make eight years after the night that changed everything. It's a story for anyone who has ever watched someone suffer or lost someone they loved or lived through a painful time that left them forever changed. Told with boundless warmth and affection, The Last Act of Love by Cathy Rentzenbrink is a heart-breaking yet uplifting testament to a family's survival and the price we pay for love.

(Another non-fiction book.)

Nala's World: One Man, His Rescue Cat, and a Bike Ride around the Globe by Dean Nicholson

Instagram phenomenon @1bike1world Dean Nicholson reveals the full story of his life-changing friendship with rescue cat Nala and their inspiring adventures together on a bike journey around the world. When 30-year-old Dean Nicholson set off from Scotland to cycle around the world, his aim was to learn as much as he could about our troubled planet. But he hadn't bargained on the lessons he'd learn from his unlikely companion. Three months after leaving home, on a remote road in the mountains between Montenegro and Bosnia, he came across an abandoned kitten. Something about the piercing eyes and plaintive meowing of the bedraggled little cat proved irresistible. He couldn't leave her to her fate, so he put her on his bike and then, with the help of local vets, nursed her back to health. Soon on his travels with the cat he named Nala, they forged an unbreakable bond - both curious, independent, resilient and adventurous. The video of how they met has had 20 million views and their Instagram has grown to almost 750k followers - and still counting! Experiencing the kindness of strangers, visiting refugee camps, rescuing animals through Europe and Asia, Dean and Nala have already learned that the unexpected can be pretty amazing. Together with Garry Jenkins, writer with James Bowen of the bestselling A Street Cat Named Bob, Dean shares the extraordinary tale of his and Nala's inspiring and heart-warming adventure together.

(More non-fiction!)

Murder on the Menu (The Nosey Parker Mysteries #1) by Fiona Leitch

Still spinning from the hustle and bustle of city life, Jodie ‘Nosey’ Parker is glad to be back in the Cornish village she calls home. Having quit the Met Police in search of something less dangerous, the change of pace means she can finally start her dream catering company and raise her daughter, Daisy, somewhere safer. But there’s nothing like having your first job back at home to be catering an ex-boyfriend’s wedding to remind you of just how small your village is. And when the bride, Cheryl, vanishes Jodie is drawn into the investigation, realising that life in the countryside might not be as quaint as she remembers… With a missing bride on their hands, there is murder and mayhem around every corner but surely saving the day will be a piece of cake for this not-so-amateur sleuth?

No Rings Attached (Ms. Right #2) by Rachel Lacey

Lia Harris is tired of being the odd one out. She’s never quite fit in with her uptight family, and now that her roommates have all found love, she’s starting to feel like a third wheel in her own apartment. Fed up with her mother’s constant meddling in her love life, Lia drops hints about a girlfriend she doesn’t have. But with her brother’s London nuptials approaching, she needs to find a date to save face. Lia turns to her best friend, Rosie, for help, and Rosie delivers—with the fun, gorgeous Grace Poston. Grace loves to have a good time, hiding her insecurities behind a sunny smile. Her recent move to London has provided her with a much-needed fresh start. Grace isn’t looking for love, and she hates weddings, having weathered more than her fair share of heartache. Friendships are different, though, so for Rosie’s sake, she reluctantly agrees to pose as Lia’s adoring girlfriend for the wedding festivities. Both Grace and Lia are prepared for an awkward weekend, complete with prying family members and a guest room with only one bed. As it turns out, they get along well—spectacularly, in fact. Before they know it, the chemistry they’re faking feels all too real. But is their wedding weekend a fleeting performance or the rehearsal for a love that’s meant to last?

We Are Satellites by Sarah Pinsker

Everybody's getting one. Val and Julie just want what's best for their kids, David and Sophie. So when teenage son David comes home one day asking for a Pilot, a new brain implant to help with school, they reluctantly agree. This is the future, after all. Soon, Julie feels mounting pressure at work to get a Pilot to keep pace with her colleagues, leaving Val and Sophie part of the shrinking minority of people without the device. Before long, the implications are clear, for the family and society: get a Pilot or get left behind. With government subsidies and no downside, why would anyone refuse? And how do you stop a technology once it's everywhere? Those are the questions Sophie and her anti-Pilot movement rise up to answer, even if it puts them up against the Pilot's powerful manufacturer and pits Sophie against the people she loves most.

To Boldly Go by Em Stevens

When life gives you lemons, drink limoncello. 

Taryn's trip of a lifetime is finally happening. She's saved money, researched, planned, and created an itinerary that will allow her to travel Italy...and finally tell her best friend that she's in love with her. But those plans are ruined when she wakes up alone, her crush gone. Her plans did not include being alone and stranded in Milan. Now Taryn's dream vacation is a nightmare.

Enter Holly, a fellow traveller: young, full of life, and comfortable traipsing off the beaten path. Holly feels a connection with Taryn and wants to salvage her trip. After all, they're in freaking Italy! But their radically different travel styles and age differences make for rough terrain. Together, they boldly go into unexplored territories of the heart, and may just discover love.

The Full Scoop by Kitty Jones

Leanne didn’t expect to be spending the rest of her life alone, but when her wife passes away unexpectedly, she’s thrust right back into the world of dating – but it’s one she no longer recognizes. With apps and websites and a million different things to learn, she wonders whether she’s ever going to find someone to fill the hole in her heart from Sherry’s death. When a hundred-year-old bookstore goes on the market, Leanne takes a spontaneous leap and buys the place. She’s got nothing but time on her hands, after all? What harm could come from buying an old building, anyway? Unfortunately for her, the building has secrets. 29-year-old Billie Wise is the epitome of clumsy, which is one of the reasons she’s basically the world’s worst reporter. When her boss gives her a bogus assignment – to get the inside scoop on a new bookstore that’s opening in town – she knows it’s simply something to do to shove her out of the way so she isn’t eligible for a promotion. Irritated and tired, Billie walks into the bookstore expecting to be greeted by someone who is as angry as she is, but she’s not. The owner is gorgeous, caring, and compassionate. She’s everything that Billie could never be. When Billie finds herself falling for the bookstore owner, she wonders if their worlds could really ever collide. Will Billie be able to get the full scoop on what it takes to make Leanne fall in love with her?

Vile Stars by Sera Milano

(TRUE) LOVE (TOXIC) LOVE (LOST) LOVE This is a different kind of love story. 17-year-old Luka isn't looking for love. She's trying to piece her life back together after a heart-breaking loss. But when she meets the gorgeous and charismatic Cosmo under a meteor shower at the Greenwich Observatory, it feels like destiny has played a hand. Surely theirs is a love written in the stars. But Cosmo isn't what he seems, using Luka's love for him to slowly take control of her life. As the pandemic starts to make headlines and lockdown sets in, she is trapped emotionally and physically in a coercive relationship. Luka's friends and brother can see what's happening, but struggle to reach her. Something will have to be sacrificed so Luka can set herself free - but what will be left of her when she does? Luka's story is told from many points of view: through her letters, and through the voices of her brother, Alec, his boyfriend Theo and Luka's best friend, Roisin. Each of them holds a fragment of the story - it's time to put it all together.

(Be warned, this is a difficult read as it features Covid-19, gaslighting and manipulation, and homophobia. But it is a bloody brilliant book!)

This Can Never Not Be Real by Sera Milano

FIVE TEENAGERS WITH NOTHING IN COMMON, THROWN TOGETHER BY AN ACT OF TERRORISM, CAN'T SURVIVE THE NIGHT WITHOUT EACH OTHER. In the unremarkable town of Amberside, the unthinkable has happened: Terrorists have attacked a local festival. No one knows why, and no one knows who the attackers are, but that doesn’t matter. What matters first is survival. And what matters after that is survival, too. In this brilliantly written account of hope, humour and humanity, five ordinary teenagers are caught up in a truly extraordinary situation. It’s a heart-pounding and gripping account of the fight for survival, told from multiple perspectives, as the attackers prowl the festival grounds. A book for anyone who needs to see that behind the hate that makes the headlines, there is always love.

(This is also a difficult book, but again, bloody brilliant and compelling. Sera Milano is an outstanding writer.)

Hope you find something to enjoy in there, Anon.

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perennial;tom holland|fourteen.

chapter fourteen: snapdragons & sunflowers (Vol. 2)

↳ flower meaning: snapdragons: deception. sunflowers: unconditional love.

chapter summary: to use words. 

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of sex, remember if there’s smut it’d be under the *, flashbacks in italics

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The sun was peeking through the window but they’d just noticed it, seemed like the entire day had been gray, maybe it would turn gray again. But right now it felt like the warm afternoon had finally washed over them. Such tranquility. Quiet.

They knew they were their very best when they were together and quiet. Or not quiet, but alone. With no one interrupting their thoughts. 

Y/N at that time could only wish she could stay like that forever, with nothing to worry, ignoring the dreadful problems and only… with him. Breathing and heart beats synchronized, as if they had connected on such a deep level, body and soul in their one way they knew how to. 

Y/N was often amazed by how precise he was, movements and caresses, the way he knew how to kiss her where she needed to be kissed, or the way his fingers would be soft enough to wash her with delight. 

How easily he could ease her sorrow, transport her to a different place. Though she was often wondering how she had wasted her life pretending not to love him. What else was she supposed to do if not love him? 

This wasn’t supposed to happen, or it hadn’t been what either Tom or y/n had in mind. Probably nobody. Not this way. 

Everyone guessed their fighting was probably still happening, and though James was probably the one to not want to know what had actually gone down, he probably was the only one aware that it would happen. 

There they were, her chest on his stomach, his hand in her hair, wondering what they were supposed to do, sun washing them.  Staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Tom had this particular way of staring at her that made her blush, shiver even. Under the sheets as his eyes travelled from her eyes to her lips. Still sweaty, and that familiar glow y/n had learned to know and love Tom had after each time as of it had been the first. 

So mesmerized she was by the sight of him. When had his eyes so full of hatred turned into such likeness? 

There was clearly no right answer to the problem, to the situation. Yet there was only one truth. 

They were in love. And everybody knew that. 

Y/N had never been one to read romance novels, she loved romantic movies that is, when love finds a way but she always criticized the way the feelings were portrayed. 

Ironic since she loved the magic and intensity and ridiculousness in 80’s movies. 

But she wished her life as a romantic comedy right now. Everything would be stupidly simpler. Not this mess which went beyond what her heart was able to feel. 

But laying on top of him in that warm room only gave her the answer that she wanted to be with him. But her mind kept going back to Cherry. She’d seen she’d gotten some texts from her cousin, and from other people which y/n had inadvertently ignored. That was a lie. 

She’d ignored them wholeheartedly. 

What did Tom feel? That was the only question. Regret. Most likely. 

“I shouldn’t have left,” y/n started knowing damn well that had been their initial downfall. How easily she had tried to escape her fear and pain believing that when she was away it wouldn’t be felt. She had been wrong, but we already knew that. 

Maybe Tom understood by then what she was actually apologizing for, it wasn’t her leaving it was her leaving to live with Tim. 

Though it shouldn’t have been a problem, there are a lot of things that were in necessity to be unraveled. 

The big drama that had been unfolded for a script.

“I should’ve chased after you,” he commented matter of factly. “Seems like my realization came late enough.” 

“Chase after  me?” She mocked. “As if it were—“

“I’m rather sure you did expect me to show up, I happen to know you very well, y/n,” he reminded her. “And I know you probably expected me to show up at your door when it’s raining and do something very 80’s movies like, you’d want a moment like that.” 

She looked away. “I—Well.” She did. But it was stupid to think he would. 

“Am I wrong?” He pushed. “Did you not wait for me to show up with yellow flowers?”

She shrugged, embarrassed as she brushed her lips against his skin as if trying to embarrass him just as much as he was embarrassing her. “My expectations for you rely only on merely having any.” 

“You’re saying you didn’t have any expectations for me?” He was perplexed, hurt even. 

“I’m saying you could’ve only shown up and I would’ve been pleased, I don’t need you to do anything else, honestly,” she admitted. “Because I know that you showing up would’ve meant we’ve swallowed all our pride.” 

“And did I not show up?” He questioned. 

Not how she had pictured it. 

“You did, but in the worst way you could’ve,” she reminded him. She sighed. “Besides you didn’t show up but only after my heart was broken for yet another time.” 

He gulped and brought his hand to cup her cheeks. “We did kiss under the rain, though.” 

“We’ve had some pretty dramatic kissing, huh,” she stated. 

“Pretty dramatic relationship,” he said with a grin. 

“However,” she sighed, “and going back to my initial statement.” 

“Initial statement,” he mocked. 

“I shouldn’t have left so—unpromptedly,” she said with a bit more formality. “I—broke your heart and I should’ve faced my consequences.” 

“But you left because of the script, and please, leave out all the formalities, y/n.” 

She sighed. “Yes, I did but I should’ve—I don’t know I was scared, I didn’t know how to deal with it. I wanted to let you heal, I wanted to—heal myself because I knew that my baggage would eventually bring us down and—Well.” 

“It’s not your baggage though, it’s ours,” he said. “We are trying to deal with that, you know? Work it out. We are in love, we are a couple and this is just a—well, an obstacle.” 

“Yes of course but—I—don’t you think it’s a sign?” She questioned. 

“A sign?” 

“Dunno, feels like we both tried to sabotage the relationship, as if—“ 

Tom furrowed his brows. “If anything, y/n, you’re laying on top of me after we had sex and—“

“I know, idiot,” she interrupted.

“I think that’s a pretty clear sign that we are deeply in love with each other.” 

“That’s only because I have no self control when it comes to you,” she stated. “And you know that and use that to your own advantage, you perfectly know you’re my weakness.”

“Am I?” He smirked. 

“Yes and you use it against me,” she stated as she blushed. 

“I do not, I—literally have no free-will when you’re around,” he said, his hands back on her back drawing circles with his fingers, “I’m hopelessly and stupidly in love with you and willing to give everything for you.” 

She smiled, genuinely, “we are doomed, then,” she stated as she stretched out to kiss him, deeply and passionately, but shortly.

Y/N knew it, he’d always linger like a scar you can never get rid off. His glance would keep her heart going. 

“What shall we do, then?” He asked. 

“Dunno.” 

He kissed her chin, “we could do that again, you know?” He offered mischievously, his hands traveling up her skin. 

She rolled her eyes, “Tom, we can’t keep avoiding it.” 

He sighed dramatically, “hm no, but we could postpone it,” he offered as his lips brushed hers before finally kissing her again, in his own very way that had her oh, so mesmerized. 

She tried to pull away but her lips kept glued to him as if her mind and reason were not in sync with her heart, or body for that matter.  She felt him smile and chuckle even against her lips before he pulled away. 

“No, baby, please,” she pleaded as his eyes were defeated. 

“Fine.” 

She took a deep breath, trying to avoid his gaze so she’d be able to say it, “I dunno, I’m still hurt, though I know my feelings, I’m still hurt and I assume you are, too.” 

Tom bit his bottom lip, “yeah.” 

There was a slight difference, and y/n didn’t know if it was due the fact she could feel his heartbeat or if his fingers threaded down her skin, or maybe due to the tattoos his kissing had left but she knew that they could work it out. They had to. 

“So what do you suggest?” Tom asked. 

“Talking,” she said. 

“Hm, we’ve never been great at that,” he sighed. “But if we shall.” 

She watched him. “What did you do to make her fall in love with you?” She asked. “I—“ she sighed. “I well—I want to know.”

“We’re-starting then,”Tom took a deep breath and turned to her. “I guess the same I did with you.” 

“You couldn’t possibly,” she stated. “What you did with me—“

“You’re right, I don’t know how I made you fall for me,” he confessed. “What—did by the way?” 

She didn’t have an exact reason but love by itself. Did he need to know one?” 

“I shall keep that a secret,” she answered. Which was true, for the record, since it was a secret for herself as well. “But with her?” 

“Well, I—honestly, don’t know. I didn’t plan it,” he admitted. “I only searched for her.” 

“And why did you?” 

He looked away. “Loneliness blinds.” 

She clenched her jaw and finally rolled off of him, though her skin still longed to be close to him. But this wasn’t a conversation to have in any kind of romantic position. 

“I—for a moment, brief—but long enough to mess up my mind, I thought you leaving was for the best,” he said. “I thought you’d eventually realize you have feelings for Harry—“

“I don’t.” 

“No, but he kissed you,” Tom said. 

The one big thing they hadn’t spoken about, of course, the whole thing Tim was an issue, but Harry. 

“And you did write that you wished it had been him,” Tom continued. 

Y/N then sat up covering herself with the blankets, this was a conversation they’d pushed long enough. 

“For a moment,” she took a deep breath. “I did,” she admitted. “Because I didn’t—I well, you’d broken my heart and I was so overwhelmed and so confused, I did wonder, you know?” She confessed. “Why did I love the guy who’s been an asshole instead of the prince in shining armor.” 

Tom didn’t say a thing. 

“I did have feelings for Harry,” she continued. “At some point, but they were barely there,” she added. “It was… I mean, before—It was,” she took a deep breath. “Well I had finally gotten over you, yet again,” she forced a chuckle. 

He only gave her a sad smile. 

“I—Few years after that—kiss on that after party, after prom” she reminded him. 

“Oh,” he blushed. “Yeah.” 

“I was—Well, being the fool I was I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she continued. 

He laughed. “Fuck, how must you be after what we just did,” he teased. 

She rolled her eyes and let out a dry chuckle. “But you were an idiot as usual, yet it took me a while to get over you, and I—Dunno, I was spending more time with Harry, and as usual he was a gentleman, and l—“she sighed, “I guess I started wondering why—Why don't I love the man standing right in front of me—and at that point I knew his feelings for me, he wasn’t subtle,” she added. 

“And you didn’t—“

“I knew you hated me for that, I could see the way you were disgusted by how I just simply decided to ignore his feelings—“

“And I did everything because he liked you—I—I know it sounds stupid but I couldn’t—“ Tom sat up as well. “I felt guilty for loving you and I knew you—liked me, and I felt guilty and so I did everything to push you away.” 

Y/N nodded. “Did a great job on that,” she pointed out. 

“But you did have feelings?” Questioned Tom. 

“I’m not sure if I had them or if it was merely a whim I tried to calm,” she admitted. “Because I was—I think I forced myself to it, you know? The whole—y/n why don’t you love him instead, and yes, I did wish I had—liked him instead at some point, but not because of you—Maybe a bit, at that point, we weren’t exactly as—“she cleared her throat. “As close as we are now.” 

He hummed a chuckle, “close.”

“Well, yeah, so yes I did ask myself why I loved the guy who treated me like trash instead of the guy who— you know, so maybe I didn’t like him and it was only—No, that’s a lie. I did like him, I—started seeing him with different eyes but I was scared because—No feelings towards anybody have ever been as strong as those I have for you.” 

He only reached for her hand, and brought it to his lips. 

“I’m sorry for the things I said on the script,” she continued. “I—however I don’t regret all of them.” 

“I should’ve read it—“

“Yeah, I was—too harsh on the first few pages.” 

“But then—“

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat, “but no, I didn’t have—I don’t have feelings for Harry, I do—love him and I’ve missed him too much now that we’ve been apart—don’t get me wrong but when we—broke up I just needed Harry, I needed a best friend and he wasn’t there and—“

“Yeah, I get it,” Tom sighed. 

“Harry is my best friend and he’s the only one—I can actually open up to, last night he just listened for the sake of listening,” she nodded. “And even if he had feelings for me he never—pushed them, you know? He knew I had feelings for you even if I never truly dared to admit it out loud and Harry always listened for the sake of being my friend. He never tried to make me fall for him when I was sad or—He was only a friend. And I—missed—I still miss him, and I hope, I—I can get rid of Tim if you ask me to but please never ask me to get rid of Harry.” 

Tom watched her, listening closely. “I wouldn’t. Not—not even Tim.” 

“But I assume it wasn’t easy for you either,” she pointed out as she then reached to the floor, searching for clothes, she reached for the one sweatshirt tom had used, not the one she’d borrowed. “When I left, I just—I guess it would’ve been easier if I had Harry, yes I had Emma and Emma had become a very good friend but—I don’t know, I needed Harry but I guess it was even more difficult for you, you were the broken hearted now.” 

“I was the bad guy,” Tom started. “Ruined my brother’s engagement, humiliated my girlfriend and made a drama. And—my girlfriend had written about my brother and my brother had kissed you. I—yeah, I wasn’t doing okay.” 

She sighed as she put on the clothes, Tom reached for the remaining ones. 

“Plus, when I realized I didn’t care about the script you were gone already, and to add to my misfortune, you were gone with Tim.” 

She looked down. “I didn’t leave with him, he just happened to be leaving as well.”

“I know, but given your history with him, given our history, too, I thought we were through, and after yelling at each other on the phone, I only—I sank into this—dark place, besides you’d left me some—daffodils?” 

“Oh, yeah, I had forgotten about those—“

“I didn’t, I watered them every day and took care of them, I am even having my mother sit them while I’m gone,” Tom admitted. 

Y/N felt her heart warm and glow, he’d taken care of them. 

“Daffodils,” Tom repeated. 

“Perennial flowers,” y:n said, “they—bloom again every now and then and they mean—“

“New beginnings yeah, Cherry told me,” he admitted. 

She grimaced. “Yeah, guess she misunderstood the message,” y/n said, with the least poison she could. 

Tom gulped, “I—yeah, but I assumed you meant you’d have a new beginning, one without me—“

“I meant we had a new one,” she cleared up. “And I mean—“

“Well—I get that now, but I didn’t back then and I thought it was ironic, it was—-I wasn’t doing okay, I was just—and then, it got worse…. how I was diagnosed with a heartbreak just—“

“What?” 

Tom shrugged, “it hurt and I wasn’t feeling myself and—“

Y/N then regretted writing the script again, remembering the sole reason she had initially started it with all honesty, to make him feel the heartbreak, to make him go through that pain she’d gone through. How ever could she wish for the love of her life such a pain? 

It was her turn to hold his hand. Such a weird conversation they were having. Just listening to each other, no complaining, no interrupting, just listening to what the other feels. 

“You were diagnosed?” She questioned. Had he felt as bad as her? 

“I went to the doctor and they said my body—had gotten used to being—around you, we exchanged chemicals or whatever that—Well, made me happy and then—it was gone” he cleared his throat. “I was going through withdrawal of love or so the doctor said, and it’s apparently normal to have a physical reaction because of stress and levels—“

“Of cortisol yeah,”y/n knew what he meant as she approached him, he hesitated but then held her close.. “I’m sorry—I’m—sorry you had to go through that.” 

“You’ve been there too, huh?” He asked. “That’s why Valerie—“

“Yeah,” she let him go just slightly, still close enough to feel him breathing, and looked up at him. It made sense though she still couldn’t quite find the piece to forgive him for being with her bloody cousin, she—understood. 

“I know it sounds like an excuse, and I know it shouldn’t—“he cleared his throat, “but I didn’t mean it to be with your cousin—I guess I was just trying to find back something that made me happy—someone that could get me out of it, you know? To relieve some stress, I guess.” 

She understood. 

“Yeah, which is—“She bit her lip. “What kind of happened with Tim, the first time.” 

Tom grimaced then. 

“Maybe that’s why I was so broken-hearted,” she stated. “Seeing you and Cherry, I mean. Thought Cherry would be your Tim.” 

Tom nodded. “Is that why you slept with him?” 

It was far more complicated than that, honestly. 

“Do you love him?” Tom added. 

She took a deep breath. “I did love Tim,” she stated and then took a deep breath. “Still do, not going to lie but—not in the way that—I love him as an old friend, it doesn’t come close to what I feel for you,” she bit her lip, “I guess I’m grateful for him, for taking me out of dark place, I’ve told you about it before—I—I’ve always known he loves me and after a while of listening to everyone say we were meant to be I guess I bought into the idea and—not anymore,” she nodded. “I think what’s different this time is that I know that I love you and only you and—I slept with him.  But you said it loneliness blinds and I was in desperate need to be loved and—he offers that—to love me unconditionally—“

“Don’t I love you unconditionally?” Tom questioned. 

Did he? She stared at his eyes. She didn’t want to go there, though she wanted to believe he did. “You see Tom, I felt worthless and replaceable and the one person who was never made me feel...replaceable is Tim.” 

“Have I?” He asked.

“Yes, twice—or even more, like that one time at the club or now with Cherry,” she said. “It hurt, Tom—“

“I mean—I—well, what about when you broke up? He brought another girl to Harry’s and Sam’s party.” 

“This isn’t about—“she sighed. “This isn’t about Tim.” 

“What is it then?” 

“I think we both try to ignore our biggest baggage,” she stated. 

“Rome—“

“Not quite.” 

“What?”

She plopped on the bed. “We hated each other our whole lives and sometimes we pretend as if we didn’t.” 

Tom bit his lip. “I didn’t,” he intertwined his hand with hers before laying down to place a soft kiss on her cheek. 

“No, Tom—I mean,” she cleared her throat as his lips kept brushing against her cheek towards her neck, “I know we are all—well this way—“

He grinned before kissing her neck. “This way?” He asked before looking up at her. 

She rolled her eyes, “Yes—this way.”

“Which way?” He asked again, before kissing her sweetly, and deeply. 

“Tom.” 

“This one?” He kissed behind her ears as his hands landed on her waist. “Or… this one?” He was kissing his way across her face. 

“Tommy—“she said softly. “No,” she shook her head. “No, yes, yes I mean that way,” she said blushing, “but we weren’t always like this,” she stated as she kept being peppered with kisses. “even if we try to pretend we were—“

“I’m not pretending.” 

“Tom, I mean how many pictures did you have to search to get the one for my birthday?”

He licked his lips, “uh—“

“Like all of our pictures— we hated  each other, and I mean—“she closed her eyes since his lips had found its way back to her skin, threading through her neck. “Tom.” 

“I’m listening, darling” he mumbled in between kisses. 

“Tommy,” she pleaded again. “You’re not listening.” 

“I am, you’re saying we hated each other and I know that did but I am just trying to prove to you that we are in a very different position right now.” 

And they were, literally and metaphorically speaking as he kept kissing her neck. 

She decided to enjoy it then, “Now, we are—“she took a deep breath. “but—but, but, but, but  our whole lives we were enemies and we never truly had a transition from it.” 

He hummed a chuckle, “I think we had a very clear transition.” He had smirked as he looked up back at her, sight digging to her. 

“Please,” she scoffed. “even the first time we had sex we pretended to hate each other.” 

He raised his brows. “Huh we did. We’ve had sex on the weirdest of situations.” 

“Yes and we kept being rude after that—“

“And then we slept together again and again and—“

“Yes I know, I know!” She interrupted him as he laughed, making her giggle.  “but—it’s weird though—it’s—Tom,” she couldn’t stop her laugh. “Tom it’s weird.”

“What is?”

“I think that’s why we avoid fighting,” she stated.

“We don’t—“

“We are avoiding it right now,” she pointed out, “because we spent our whole lives fighting—“

“And we were very good at it,” Tom acknowledged.

“Yes and we probably avoid it because—“

“We might end up hurting each other,” Tom finished her sentence. 

“Yeah.” 

“Old habits never wear out.” 

Tom finally rolled off of her and took a deep breath. They stayed quiet, for a bit, as if they had to listen now to their own very thoughts. To make room for their own feelings. For most of their lives they’d been enemies and then this and—how y/n always flaked on feelings and how complicated she was. It was weird, she’d always pushed every single guy away because she had feelings with Tom and now she was pushing Tom away, and she didn’t know why. But she didn’t want to push him away. 

His hands above his head, her hands above her heart.

Did they need to be rational? Or did they have to follow their feelings?

“What do we have to do?” He asked after a while. 

She sat up and hugged her knees. “I—don’t know, “ she sighed. “Are we being rational?”

“If we are, then do we—“

“What would rational people do?” She scoffed. 

Tom gulped. “Break up?”

She looked back at him, with fear. She knew those words were coming but she had avoided them. Did they have to?

“I don’t want to break up,” he stated quickly. 

She felt a relief, “I don’t either.” 

He sat up. ���But—do we have to?” 

“I don’t know, maybe it would be the rational thing to do—“she pursed her lips. “Yet, I don’t want to lose you, because though—we’ve been through hell, losing you would be the one heartbreak I would never be able to heal from.” 

That made Tom smile as he pulled her close to him. Y/N knew that their love story wasn’t one girls would wish for, it wasn’t a picture perfect, magazine like love story. It was full of hatred and reckless feelings. And looking back at it, y/n would always get a pain in her chest, not sure why. Was it torture? It couldn’t be. Why was she so invested in him? Why did she love him so much if she’d been warned with signs all over again? Was he worth the pain? 

There was that feeling that the flashing lights were blinding her again, that there was a clear sign to get away from him and rush and escape, but she’d find her way back to him. Because it was thrilling, and exciting. But they were lost, very lost. And they could pretend they could last forever, and they would if they tried to but right now there was no clear path, though it was simple and though they were in love, it just… hurt. Being apart from him seemed like the worst kind of torture she could think of. 

It was scary to stay, too. Because what if they lost their minds, too? Things hadn’t changed, not much. Not really. Y/N was still so in love with him, but she was exactly in the same position she was when she’d let him. 

What if they escaped? 

But they still had to talk about a lot of things. Because escaping was following their hearts, and they probably had to be rational, for once. 

Harry was, on the other hand, tired of being rational. For once he wanted to follow his heart. He didn’t. He instead was going through the most recent events which he couldn’t quite map yet. He knew about Tom and y/n…. 

Harry didn’t know anything about them. He didn’t care. 

That’s a lie. He did care. Just not right now. Harry had a lot in his head. And it seemed like the roles had been reversed, him and Emma were not talking or anything. And probably Tom and y/n were. 

Or were they? 

Y/N had not answered and this was typical of y/n. She did this thing of running away, that's what she did the best, he knew that. But she usually ran to him. 

And she had, last night. 

He felt wrong. And Harry wasn’t sure if he was prepared to deal with y/n and Tom breaking up. Not because he didn’t want to be a friend with y/n but because he’d barely had anyone to deal with it. His own breakup, because of course the room had been on Tom. Usually, it was. Harry never minded but right now he needed some help for himself. 

And he knew that probably if Tom and y/n broke up it would be intense. 

Not because of y/n. Y/N didn’t make her breakups intense. 

Tom did. 

But not y/n, Harry knew that. Except when it came to Tom. Like when after Rome, y/n pushed everyone away. 

But after Louis all y/n needed was a night watching The Breakfast Club and pizza. 

Even after Tim, well, that had been harder. 

They’d broken up on New Years Eve. Harry still remembered it happened at that one party, right outside it. While everyone was having fun, getting their asses drunk and dancing to the music, y/n had walked back into the room, boyfriend less and with her mascara run across her face. Just slightly, as she’d run to the bathroom. 

He remembered how Tim had also walked in and rushed to Emma. Emma had spent a certain amount of time listening to Timmy, but eventually came back to Harry, and kissed him at midnight. Harry knew by then. 

Emma was the love of his life, undeniably flawed but perfect for him. Not the one couple you’d think that would end up together but the one that after seeing it, made sense. 

Emma had stayed to help him clean up, and he remembered staying up all night, seeing the sun coming out. Talking nonsense. 

Emma told him y/n and Tim had broken up. 

Harry didn’t know why they had broken up by then, but he had guessed it right after they hadn’t kissed at midnight that something was wrong. The very next day y/n had shown up to Tom’s place looking for Harry, she had avoided Tom and ran up straight to Harry and even Emma. Emma had gone to her best friend. Knowing Tim needed her. 

Y/n had explained to him how it had gone as they kept cleaning up. 

“I fucked up,” she had said, “I may have lost the love of my life for some stupid whim of mine.” 

“What happened?” 

“We are on a break,” she explained. “He said he can’t be second to my heart and I don’t blame him.” 

“And is he?” 

She had stopped, staring at a bottle. Harry remembered Tom had shown up to the kitchen. 

“What are you doing here, y/n? Gathering your breakfast? Didn’t know you had to scatter for trash here, thought you had Tim for that.” 

Y/N ignored him, knowing damn well that ignoring Tom was her greatest weapon. Probably the reason why she had left this last time. Not giving Tom any attention was what he hated the most. 

And she ignored him that time. 

“You’re not welcome here, y/n, may I remind you.” 

Harry turned to him. “Not now, Thomas.” 

“Unless she helps us clean, at least be useful for once y/n,” Tom continued as he approached them. “Why the long face, y/n, it’s a new year, you know how they—new year, new you, maybe you’ll get a new chance to dump Tim or he might dump you.” 

“Thanks, Tom, glad to know though it’s a new year you’re still the same piece of shit,” y/n had snaked. 

Tom had left, eventually. 

“Then?” Harry asked. “Why did you break up?” 

“It was a boring breakup,” that had been one of the first times y/n had lied to Harry. Or rather, purposefully lied to him. “I—“and she had opened up. Crying, slowly. Quietly. “I don’t know—I mean I knew it was coming, everything went down after the proposal and I’m—“

“But if you didn’t want to marry him—“

“But maybe I should, I—I can’t keep holding to a whim that makes absolutely no sense.” 

“What whim, y/n?” Though Harry thought he knew the answer. 

“Dunno, he said we should—meet other people, he told me to get—my feelings sorted out.” 

“Did you give him the ring back?”

“He asked me not to, and maybe I won’t—maybe I’ll end up wearing it one day.” 

 And y/n had been different after that breakup. She had been quiet but she hadn’t made a big deal out of it, quietly swallowing her thoughts, she’d be around more, though. 

She would want to hang out more and propose crazy schemes and ideas. With y/n it was more movie nights, and giving a shoulder if she needed to cry. 

So, Harry wasn’t fearful of that. He knew how to deal with y/n’s breakups which only involves hanging out more.

However he had never seen her break up with Tom. And it is fair to say that most of the breakups y/n had had were because she had feelings for Tom. So of course, last night Harry had finally seen y/n in her truest form, y/n crying because she loved Tom. 

It seemed like a paradox, really. How most breakups had been because of Tom and now she was most likely to break up with him. 

But Harry could deal with it. 

With Tom, though. Harry knew he’d have to deal with Tom’s anger or sadness or whatever. And he’d have to listen and watch and… 

he didn’t need that. He loved his brother but Tom made everything big, and Harry, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, was on y/n’s side, even after everything, because Harry had been on the first row to Tom’s awful way to treat y/n. Harry wasn’t a fan of it. 

Because, Harry was well aware that though Tom and y/n had fucked up recently, he knew that their main trouble was their past haunting them, both of them knowing exactly how to hurt each other. Y/N, in Harry’s mind, had run away after the script incident exactly because she knew that would get Tom. Even if she didn’t do it purposefully, in her mind, she probably wanted Tom to feel her absence because if there was something Tom hated was to not be given attention. 

And Tom knew how much y/n hated being replaced, so that’s probably why he had searched for Cherry. 

Because even if Tom and y/n liked to ignore it, Harry knew they were still the same kids who knew how to hurt the other, and that was their biggest problem. If they kept ignoring that they’d learned their whole lives how to make the other cry, they wouldn’t understand why they’re crying right now. 

So, complicated. 

Harry wanted a break on his own, and he wanted to sleep, take a shower, get his mind off of everything. However no one had warned him. There was still that feeling of slight guilt, how he wasn’t being true to himself. There were a lot of things that Harry regretted, kissing y/n wasn’t one of them, because he needed to know how he felt, and though he’d known it for a while, that Emma was supposed to be his endgame, he needed to know how it felt. And Harry did go back to the kiss every now and then, and how it hadn’t felt like he had expected it to go. 

It had been sad, but beautiful, honestly. Y/N had kissed him back, as if she herself had been exploring her own feelings, too. 

She’d been late to her own feelings. And Harry did wonder from time how things would’ve gone had one slight thing been different. But they wouldn’t have worked out, Harry knew. 

Because y/n was meant to be with Tom, and Harry was meant to be with Emma. 

And it would’ve been a tragedy, Harry knew, those that felt like dreams, with the sun setting with a bittersweet melody. Had they been together, Harry knew, their love affair wouldn’t have lasted and it would have been sad, and Harry didn’t know why. He knew they’d be picture perfect, one of those reminiscent loves one likes to go back to, because they seem like only a memory. It would’ve been a good one, though, but very short. Tasteful dates, probably, but then Harry would’ve had that guilt, knowing that y/n loved Tom and knowing Tom loved y/n. 

It was more than that, he knew that he wouldn’t have worked it out. Not like with Emma, a marvelous love that could fit in that pendant that Emma still owned.  

Harry loved Emma. But someone should’ve warned him. No one had warned him that he’d be walking home to a fight. 

Though he wasn’t sure what he’d heard. 

“Friends? We both have feelings, you’re wearing my clothes and we just-- and you’re suggesting being friends?” Harry could hear Tom, as Harry rolled his eyes exhausted. 

“Yes,” y/n had answered. 

“Friends don’t have sex,” Tom had pushed. Harry wondered if Tom thought his relationship with y/n was merely sex, and if it was, then Harry understood a lot about them. 

“Well, you see, we wouldn’t have sex and you know, even if we...you were friends with my cousin and you had sex with her just fine,” y/n had said. Harry blinked. They were still having that conversation. 

“We are back to that,” Tom sounded angry. 

Harry didn’t know if he had to leave. 

“Yes Tom we are back to that,” y/n sounded tired. “Oh, so you thought that by just kissing me I would forget it-” 

“I mean I didn’t but I didn’t think we would have had sex if you weren’t going to consider accepting my apology, and we were doing fine, y/n,”  Tom sounded angry. 

“Yeah I— breakup sex never heard of it?” Y/N had this terrible flaw of calming down and the bursting out with anger again. 

“Is that what it is?” Tom snapped. 

And Tom had the fatal one of being too stubborn and proud to try and solve things. 

“I guess it’s what it’s supposed to be, Tom!” Y/n answered. Harry groaned. “You slept with my cousin, she kissed you last night—I slept with my ex, I don’t even know why we are trying to solve it.” 

“Because we love each other, I love you-” At least Tom sounded a bit more calmed now. 

“Yeah well maybe we shouldn’t and we haven’t realized that,” Y/N said. “No I… I didn’t mean that, alright? I know it, I love you, so, so, so much but this… Tom.” 

Harry also knew that y/n was one to always be conflicted with what she was supposed to do, or feel, hence why she dated Tim and hence why she had tried having feelings for Harry. 

“No y/n we—I thought we’d gone past that,” Tom was one to never know what to say. 

“Well we haven’t, clearly,” y/n’s voice was quiet. 

“Y/N, please.” 

“I don’t know, okay?” And Harry knew that y/n probably really didn’t know. “I love you,” she did. “But I’m—hurt and I’m—angry and I know that wasn’t—Well it wasn’t very smart of me but I’m—This is why I need a break but we can’t really take a break because I can’t be away from you because of the script our friends—” 

This was y/n fearing the surrounding. 

Harry felt guilty listening to them but he also needed to know what he’d be dealing with. 

“Yes the script,” Tom said. 

“Which you shouldn’t have accepted to direct in the first place—Why would you want to direct the thing that broke us apart?” Y/N had raised her voice. 

“It wasn’t the script that broke us apart and you know it,” Tom snapped. 

“Didn’t it?” Y/N snapped. 

This sounded more like the Tom and y/n Harry knew, fighting and challenging each other. But he knew they didn’t mean it. 

“It’s so much more than that.” 

“Then there you have your answer Tom, we don’t—We would end up here anyway so let’s just stay friends while we—While we film.” 

Tom groaned. “Why can’t we keep being a couple?” 

“Because you slept with my cousin, I slept with my ex, a normal couple would break up.” 

But they weren’t a normal couple. 

“I don’t want to break up,” Tom said. “We were working it out, y/n, what happened? You checked your phone-” 

“Yes and Cherry texted me, and Cherry says she has her version, and I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to hear how she fell in love with you, and how you broke her heart or whatever, and I got angry again, and she can--” 

“We were doing fine-” 

“No, we weren’t, or...we were avoiding it,” she said. “Like we’ve done before because this, this is our nature, fighting.” 

“It’s not.” 

It was. 

“It is.” 

“Y/N, I love you, with all my heart, and I can’t be away from you,” Harry heard Tom say. 

“I know Tom and I feel the same way, but--”

“We could try, y/n we just… We were okay, we just had sex it must mean something.” 

Had they really had sex? Harry couldn’t believe them. 

“So you agree?” she asked. “you’re saying sex does mean something. It’s your words. Did it mean anything with her?” 

“Not with her but… when it comes to us it does.” 

“Why did you have sex with her?” She asked, perplexed as if trying to understand it herself. Harry assumed she’d asked that question a million times before. 

“Because I missed you.” 

“So what?” She snapped. “Because we share dna you thought your dick—”

“We already went over this,” Tom reminded her. 

There was a moment of silence. Harry really felt bad for  peaking their conversation. 

“Did you kiss her back, last night?” Y/N asked. 

“I didn’t and you know that, why would I?” Tom answered.

“I dunno … I’m… I’m sorry I just… thought.” 

“What?” 

“I thought maybe being friends would be the answer.” 

Harry approached them, they were in the kitchen.

“You said that after we just had sex,” Tom pointed out. 

“Oh my god you had sex?” Harry asked, perplexed just as he had walked into the kitchen, not because he really wanted to question that, though he did but to make them realize he was there. Thankfully they were fully clothed. 

“Harry!” Y/N said. 

Tom only closed his eyes with stress. 

“You guys had sex?” Harry asked again, now because he meant it. Had they had sex instead of talking? 

Both y/n and Tom looked away, embarrassedly. Y/N was sitting on the counter, her arms folded above her chest and Tom right beside her. 

Harry looked around at the kitchen. “Please tell me you didn’t have sex here.” 

“No,” Tom snapped. “Harry we’re in the middle of a conversation.” 

Yeah, he knew, he’d heard half of it. 

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Harry said. Because honestly he didn’t. “Especially you,” he said, glancing at y/n. “You tend to… run away and not face your problems so I didn’t know.” 

y/n cleared her throat. “I want to fix things.” 

“You didn’t think we’d be here?” Tom asked. 

Harry shrugged. “I thought you’d be searching for her, and she’d be hiding,” Harry admitted. “I’m sorry, I’m going to leave you guys.” 

“You really didn’t-?”Tom questioned again. 

Harry wasn’t sure why. 

“No,” Harry said. “I figured you’d be fighting somewhere, not home having sex oh my god that’s gross.” 

Tom and y/n both groaned. 

“Look, our relationship is complicated,” Y/N said. 

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I know, so I’ll leave you to it, I’m gonna go take a shower and not bother you but please if you’re gonna - at least wait until I....leave, please.” 

“We’re not-” Y/n tried to say. 

Tom scoffed. “Look, you don’t--” 

“No, I don’t, I’m sorry, you guys keep-” Harry gulped and turned around.. 

“Wait, Harry,” Y/N said. 

Harry took a deep breath and turned back to them. 

“What would you do?” Y/N asked. 

Tom frowned. “What?” 

“Please, he’s the only person who is rational here,” y/n said. 

“I thought this was between us,” Tom whispered. 

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” she sighed. 

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, but what would you do, Harry?” ” 

“I don’t know. Talk. Be sincere with the other I’m—Look I’m sorry but—” Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to be involved.” 

He wanted to say ‘Y/N last night you were devastated and now you’re telling me you had sex with this man?’ How last night y/n regretted falling for Tom.

Harry knew she probably didn’t mean it, and the way she ws 

What did Tom do to make her so vulnerable? And what did she do for Tom to be so little when it came to her. 

He didn’t. He didn’t listen to what they said after that. Harry was tired, and they were bickering, something along the lines of not being able to move forward with their talking, and something along the lines of not wanting to break up, and also being supposed to do it. They were loud, as if both of them were trying to give their excuses to Harry but that they wanted to stay together, or whatever mess they were saying. Something about Cherry, something about Tim, and then the script. He even heard Harrison’s, Clark’s name. 

They were bombarding Harry with information he didn’t care for, with excuses and warning signs and trying to solve their problems. How they were okay for a bit, and how Tom was stressed about how she had turned angry again out of the blue and y/n saying that they hadn’t truly talked about it, how they kept avoiding it, and how y/n had offered to be friends with Tom while filming because dating was too complicated because Tim was around, and how when they would go back. How she didn’t want to ruin the script and how Tom didn’t want to either. There was a constant, ‘but I love him’ ‘but I love her’ they’d tell Harry, ‘but I love you’, they’d say to each other. How it was better to break up but neither of them wanted to. 

“Everything was easier when you both hated each other,” Harry blurted without even knowing he had. Maybe because it had been what he had been wanting to say since he’d found out they were dating, back from when they were in New York. He didn’t mean it. 

Both Tom and y/n backed away. 

“I’m sorry,” Harry said with regret. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry … I didn’t.” 

Tom coughed, “no, but it was.” 

Because Tom agreed. And not in a way that he wished they were back on that, no, but it seemed like things were easier. At least he didn’t have to care about what he did, or… No, he just didn’t want to be in this mess. And he was angry now, why had y/n suggested being friends? They could be everything but friends. 

Going back to enemies was easier, even. Easier than being friends at least. He needed a drink to talk it with her, go back to the calm afternoon they had been sharing. And Tom was feeling lonely. Because y/n wasn’t listening to him, she was just trying to get into her world and she didn’t know what she… No, that was the problem, she knew what she was supposed to do and she always listened to what she was supposed to do. A breakup was the thing that made sense, for both but neither of them wanted to break up. 

But Tom felt like she suddenly changed, as if she didn’t even know him. As if he was standing in front of her and she didn’t recognize her. He needed time, patience and time to talk with her. Because he loved her and he didn’t care if he looked vulnerable while doing it. And she wasn’t listening. She hadn’t truly listened to him all this afternoon while Tom tried to prove to her that it was her and only her whom he loved. That they weren’t enemies anymore. That though it had been them, that didn’t define them now. 

Why couldn’t he say it? Why was it so difficult saying what he meant? Tom was never good with words, he just didn’t know how to phrase it without screwing it up. It didn’t help that y/n was good with words when she wanted to, sometimes it seemed like though she was building up what she was saying as she went by, it was as if she’d thought her words for an hour at least. Yet her decision making process was always blurry. 

Harry gulped, “I’m sorry, no, I’m happy you guys are- Well no I’m not happy I-I mean.” 

“I think we should take another break y/n,” Tom said. 

“What? No, don’t break up-” Harry gulped. “Or I mean you can…” 

“No, I mean, we need a… water break,” Tom said, knowing that y/n would understand what he meant. “Maybe go for a drive, I don’t know.” 

Harry felt guilty, Tom could tell. 

“Yeah, no, fine,” y/n agreed. “I’ll go get another jacket, I’m cold, again.” 

Tom watched her leave and breathed heavily. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say-” Harry started. 

“No, I-I know you didn’t but I get it,” Tom sighed. “It’s not easy, I’m-” 

“How--how is it going?” 

“We were okay… and then we started fighting again because we got back to it, and we went in circles and I dunno, I think… I… we can work it out but, then she suggested being friends and,” Tom rubbed his face. “I don’t know. I just can’t be friends with her, and… I know she meant it for the best because we have to be around but I can’t just…” 

Harry watched him. “She was really heartbroken last night,” Harry warned. 

“Yeah, I know, I can’t blame her,” Tom said, stressed. 

“No, really, Tom, she was… devastated, so her coming to you and wanting to work it out, just… give time to each other,”  Harry said. “She really, really loves you,Tom,” Harry continued. “But really, just… talk, alright?” 

“What would you really do?” Tom asked. “You know her, what does she-” 

“You know her, too,” Harry pointed out. “Just use it for good, this time.” 

Tom didn’t know what to do with what Harry had said, and there in the car, with y/n. Both of them quietly, with the windows up and the radio off. 

“Where… do you want to go?” Tom asked. 

She shrugged, she was wearing his jacket around her shoulders. “Let’s go to New York,” she joked. “We worked fine there.” 

Tom smiled, slightly. “No, really.” 

“I… I don’t know,” she sighed. “There’s… Um, there’s this very cheesy place.” 

“Cheesy place? You know a cheesy place?” Tom chuckled. “Who would’ve thought?” 

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s this place, near a beach, you can see the ocean and there are flowers and there are rocks and it’s quiet and nice.” 

“Near the beach,” Tom seemed thrilled. “But… rocks? Are you trying to murder me?” 

“Maybe,” she chuckled. “No, I mean, it’s nice, we can go elsewhere if you’d like, to that diner or-” 

“No, the beach sounds nice,” he nodded. 

Then quiet again, then at least, Tom had turned on to okay some music and he’d rolled the windows down for the rest of the ride. Tom was still processing the multiple conversations they’ve had, and how he did understand where they were coming from. Every single one of them. But he couldn’t help but look at y/n’s flying hair. 

And, alas, they still had some hope. Or Tom liked to think that. Now that the sun was on the way to set, and as they were on that spot, near a beach, wtih an incredible view, and flowers, just like y/n had said. But she hadn’t given the place the fairness she should have. 

It was quiet, and in any other circumstance it would’ve probably been romantic. The sun merely setting, the perfect day, but this wasn’t what romance felt like. Or maybe it was, in the very Tom and y/n way. 

"Harry isn’t right, it wasn’t easy when we were enemies, not for us at least, it hurt more ” Y/n had said,  as she was leaning against the car, arms crossed. 

“Yeah, we’ve been in worse states than this,” Tom said, right beside her. 

“I’m sorry I asked Harry,” she said. “And-” 

“No, I get it,” Tom said. “We were going in circles and maybe it was good he walked in before we continued the loop.” 

She took a deep breath. “I.. sorry I just exploded with Cherry’s texts.” 

Tom nodded. “No, I get it, I would’ve gotten worse had I received a text by Tim.” 

“We can’t make any promises now, can we?” She asked. 

Tom took a deep breath. “I don’t know.” 

“I… look, the being friends thing isn’t….” she gulped. “I thought it was the safest way to keep seeing each other, and not being this mess, but I…” 

“Yeah, but being friends means we break up,” Tom said. “And I can’t… break up with you, I love you, y/n,” he said to her and she gulped, “am I allowed to say that?” 

“I—yes—why wouldn’t you?” 

Tom watched her, he knew she loved him, and looking into her eyes were just the answer he needed. “Dunno, seems like it hurts you every time  I say it or try to prove it to you like it’s the worst thing you could possibly hear.” 

She blinked watching him, “I—no, that’s not true.” 

“Then why else are you—rejecting me—“

“I’m not rejecting you Tom, I’m—“she reached for his hand. “This is a very complicated situation, Tom.”

“What’s complicated about it?” His hand pushed her chin up to face him, as his other hand landed on her waist. “I love you and I want to date you and I want to—“

She sighed as she looked away. 

“See, this is what I mean,” Tom sighed as he backed away

“I’m not trying to reject you, Tom, I need you to listen to me, and I need you to talk,” she said. “And it’s what I mean too, Tom, we can’t pretend we are not angry or hurt, I—but…”she reached out to him and cupped his face. “I’m so incredibly in love with you too so I’m just not sure what I need to do. And I know you want to—“

“Yes let’s stay together.” 

“But—I feel like we can’t, and I don’t know why.” 

Tom pursed his lips, riveting her with his arms, “why not?” 

“I—dunno, it makes no sense. But—I love you.” She let him go and then leaned back against the car, staring at the beautiful view she was offered, the sea plummeting the rocks nearby as the sun was setting far from them, painting the sky a perfect pink and lilac paradise. One very much beautiful sunset that y/n would probably treasure. 

It was odd, the flowers surrounding them were all yellow, as if y/n had planned to be surrounded by yellow flowers or it was probably a coincidence playing them fair and square. There was barely any space for a beach, for the shore was covered with big boulders. 

The sea splashing against them was the only sound they could hear for a bit, for they went quiet. 

“It is a cheesy place,” Tom pointed out after a while as he had paced around to take in the view. “Suits you.” 

She scoffed and nodded. “The flowers add to it all.”she looked at him “Was it too soon?” She asked. “We just.. Went for it, you know, we should’ve talked about it first and then start the relationship or whatever we were doing.” 

Tom looked at her and reached for her hand, “I don’t think it was—No, maybe, yeah, a bit soon, but—“

“Why—how Can you be so calm?” She asked him. 

He looked her in the eye, “I guess I have to be.” 

“Right.” 

“I don’t hold any grudges against you, y/n, I thought we’d grown past the needs of any,” he pointed out. 

Y/N breathed in heavily, “I—would like to say I don’t have any grudges, but I wouldn’t call them that way, I’m just—I built in so many walls Tom and guess I haven’t been able to tumble down some. But—I am willing to work this out so—“

“Will you now? Or are we going to back away again?” 

“I’m scared,” she admitted. “Not of you, of me and how—I can’t seem to handle my heartache but, if anything Harry made a point today.” 

“He did?” 

“I usually run away from you and I tend to avoid solving things,” she confessed. “Except today.” 

“I thought you had walked in to murder me,” Tom said, only half joking. 

“No, I just burst in, with the fear of the past, which isn’t a grudge but my heart finally showed what I fear with you, that it’s all some elaborate prank that—“

“It’s not.” 

“I know, I know, I know you love me and I know I love you but last night I—felt that way again, alright? That’s—that’s why we need to understand,  I felt like watching the same old scene we’d gone through before, and I—for once wanted to change the ending.” 

Tom understood, she’d seen her so devastated in the morning, so broken, so not her. Or maybe the truest form when it came to her heartache with Tom. 

“I don’t—No, I won’t hurt you,” Tom stated. 

“I know, that’s why I brought you here.” 

“How did you discover it?” 

“I would like to say I discovered them on an adventure while trying to find myself but I actually—discovered this place with—“

Tom squinted, was it with Tim? “Please don’t say Tim.” 

“With my aunt,” she finished. “She showed it to me.”

Tom sucked in his inner cheeks, embarrassed he’d assumed Tim. 

“Tim is an issue isn’t it,” y:n pointed out, not an answer needed. 

“Yeah,” Tom confessed, “but I am willing to compromise avd peor your friendship with him if that means you and I stay together.” 

“I can’t keep being friends with him,” she said. And those were the words Tom had been waiting to hear for  a long, long time. 

“Oh.” 

“No, not when he expects me to love him back,” she said. “And not when it bothers you, and—“

Tom watched her with curiosity, trying to understand if it came from his jealousy or if she genuinely didn’t want to be friends with him. 

“Besides, I don’t know, I don’t want someone who is my friend only to see if they’re getting somewhere,” she continued. “I know he tried sabotaging us and he was probably relying on you sabotaging yourself, at—at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if he told Cherry something along the lines to make her believe you loved her back.” 

“Did she—?”

“Oh of course she did, Tom, I saw it, that’s my big issue, that she was—She—She was like me after Rome, such a fool believing that from you, now she was the victim.” 

“But you were—“

“I don’t blame her, Tom, her only sin was falling for you and it’s not difficult to,” y/n explained. “Though I may have always said you’re not easy to love, it comes to my attention how actually I’m wrong, how I keep proving myself wrong and you do too, for god’s sake it only takes you a smile to get me all stupid.” 

Tom gulped with guilt. 

“I will—“she bit her bottom lip, “I will listen to her version. And I—not as to find proof to leave you, because if I was looking for any I would’ve left by now.” 

Tom was hurt by that statement. 

“But I don’t want to leave you because though you’d given me dozens of reasons not to love you, I’m afraid you’ve also given me a thousand reasons to keep loving you,” she sentenced but Tom listens to the way she was saying it, as if it hurt her to say it. 

“Y/N—“

“I want you to apologize to her,” y/n stated. “Explain to her, kindly but please nothing that could open a window for her, but—“y/n squinted, “I just don’t—want you to be the bad guy, okay? I’ll also clear it out to her.” 

Tom didn’t know where that had come from. 

“And—I will—find a new place,” she nodded. “I can’t keep being roommates with Tim if I want to work this out with you, besides it can be a small place, I mean I’m only here until we finish filming and—Well then when I go back to London I’m afraid I will have Cherry as my roommate but—that’s a future problem right now—I will look for a place.” 

Tom nodded. 

Y/n licked her lips. “Now, come here,” she said. 

Tom watched her with surprise, and walked over as he was received by her open arms, he smiled slightly before she pressed her lips against his, a warm kiss, soft enough as her hands travelled to his hair and his fingers pressed into her waist. 

“Don’t you ever dare to say that I don’t like hearing you say you love me,” she stated making him smile. Y/N always thought his smile was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen. 

“I-” 

Her hands travelled down to his chest and then to the hem of his pants, she toyed with them as she pulled him closer, pulling him by the edge of his boxers now. He blushed. 

“Oh?” He chuckled as her hands went up his stomach, her cold fingers threading lightly, tracing each and every muscle he had. 

Tom took a deep breath, shivering slightly as she carefully advanced her way through his body. She was decisive, for once. 

“Y/N?” Tom asked, slightly hesitant. 

“Sh,” she ordered before kissing him again, in the very way she knew he loved, making both of their heartbeats go faster, nervously as he felt his skin was creeping each time her hands were tracing the perfectly declined v-line that lead to where y/n’s secrets where hiding. Then to his back and far down his ass, squeezing it to make him giggle. 

Tom weakened to her touch as he tried to push his body as close to her, probably trying to merge into one, pushing her. against the car. 

“No,” she said as she pulled away, pushing him away as she turned him and pushed him against the car instead, so casually kissing him, not losing her own control. And then, we had Tom who was melting each time her fingers touched any part of his body, nothing too sensual, but it felt so intimate. It was her kissing him, not like before, it was her kissing him, his face, his neck, on that sweet spot she’d discovered he liked. 

Y/N was perfectly aware Tom and her had different love languages, and Tom’s was...mostly physical, though y/n’s was in words, she’d finally understood that Tom was angry because she was saying it but not doing it, and she was terrified that he’d end up walking away, so she decided to talk to him in his language. 

He’d memorized her body so she could only do the same for him, as she watched him just like she always wanted to watch him, like he was her favorite movie, or he was the words she always longed to write. 

“I love you,” she said to him. “My mind is just a very complicated space.” 

He nodded as he looked into her eyes. She intertwined her fingers with his and led the way to the backseat of the car, he chuckled nervously. 

“Y/N, see this is why we can’t be friends,” he pointed out as he was interrupted by y/n’s kiss again as she dragged him into the car. “Hm—y/n—y/n,” he chuckled as he was pushed into the sit, y/n on top of him, carefully peppering with kisses all across his face. 

*

She shushed him again as she finally sat on his lap, legs opened and wrapped around him, still kissing him deeply and softly as she brushed her lips across his jawline

“Y/N—I’m pretty sure this is illegal, darling,” he said half complaining as he threw his head back, letting himself enjoy her lips as her hands were still teasing him on the edge of his muscles, her fingers threading lightly still to the muscles that connected his legs to his torso. 

She chuckled as she whispered against his ear, “that’s never stopped us before, darling.” She used his word. 

He immediately went red and turned even warmer, he knew he usually was in control of the situation so y/n being the one to be sucking on his neck as his hands went up to cup her breasts felt slightly different. 

He felt a smirk against his neck as y/n felt a hard bulge growing against her heat. Before he did anything about it, y/n’s hand finally travelled down to wrap her hand around it. 

“Fuck, y/n, fuck,” he said as he brought his hands to his head as he threw it back, defenseless. 

Y/N smirked, “what do you want, baby?” She asked as she slowly stroked his length, very slowly. 

Tom couldn’t put words to his mouth as she kept watching him with mischief. “I—“

“Tommy, use your words, darling,” she said as he was twitching. Y/N didn’t know where she’d gotten her attitude from, but she enjoyed watching him pleased as her hand kept slowly going up and down, very, very slowly, hearing as his breath was halting, chest going up and down. 

“Fuck me,” he pleaded, desperately. 

She pulled her hand off and continued the path from before, but her fingers were viciously touching his skin. “Care to be more specific?” She asked, with the wittiest of smirks she’d ever shown him as she slowly grinded against him, Tom was pretty sure she was spelling his name with each movement. Honestly, she didn’t know what she was doing, but seeing him so small as she rocked her hips against him gave her power. 

“Y/N,” he pleaded again. 

She wrapped her arms around him, “you’re so pretty,” she stated watching him. 

“Fucking ride me, already, y/n,” he said defeatedly. 

She laughed, blushing slightly, “okay, Tommy.” The attitude was gone. 

He laughed along, “did-” He couldn’t stop laughing now, throwing his head now back from laughter. “I love you were really into being dominant and then you just-” 

She giggled,” shut up, I’m-not, I--shut up,” she was embarrassed now. “I tried- but-shut up, you’ll ruin it, I was going to-fucking ride you.” 

He laughed. “Oh, yeah, you were.”  

She buried her face against his neck, still not able to put herself together. 

He grinned and pulled her face  up to kiss her, “I’m still turned on, darling, no worries,” he admitted as she reached into his pocket for his wallet. He was slightly amused by the fact she knew where the condoms were as she took one out and struggled to open it.

She couldn’t stop giggling, though ,and he watched her the very own way y/n loved to be watched by him, as if though she was the most stupid girl in the world, he couldn’t love anyone else. 

“God, I love you,” Tom admitted as she had finally calmed her snickering and opened the condom,  with the widest smile he could give her, and y/n only looked up to him and peppered his face with kisses. 

“I love you too,” she admitted, as she kept deepening their kiss. And she wasn’t even embarrassed because she knew that he loved her even when she was silly. Y/N knew she didn’t want to let him go, and in no way was she going to break up with him, and he was right, they couldn't be friends. Friends don’t touch each other like that. 

Actually, she thought, nobody touches each other that way, so intimate and delicately, posing and tracing each other’s bodies and hearts in sync. 

No one could ever kiss her like that, not when the sun was going down, disappearing in the ocean, as the moon had already made its way up, covered by some clouds and surrounded by the pink sky. 

They both pushed their pants and underwear down and sloppily y/n wrapped the condom around him. There were still some giggles in between their lazy kissing, before y/n finally positioned herself on top of him, letting him fill her up. 

She had to catch her breath, and Tom threw his head back but wandered his hands under the sweatshirt he had once been wearing that day. He was thankful enough y/n had decided not to use a bra as his fingers traced their way through her breasts, as y/n’s owns hands were digging against his shoulders, steadily finding her rhythm as she jumped up, and down with pleasure, as soft pants came from each of their mouths, Tom brushed his nose under her neck and down to her still covered chest, as his hands travelled down to her ass to help her rock against him. Quiet moans leaving their lips as they threw their heads back with pleasure.

Over, and over again, y/n going up and down and circling her hips to get her some friction, he got the hint and with a hand caressed her core as she jumped in and out.

“Use your words, darling,” Tom said cockily as y/n still washed with pleasure laughed. 

“Shut up, I’m--close,” was all she could say as she grinded against him, and she could tell by his face he was close too. 

Her own high washed her first but she, tiredly continued to rock against him until she felt him twitch, as he let out a moan, coming undone as he tried to catch his breath. Y/N didn’t pull out, but continued to pepper his flushed face with soft small kisses. 

“I love you,” she repeated before each single kiss. 

*

Then Tom, without even thinking about it, and knowing deep down it probably was a very stupid idea, offered the following, “what if you move in with me?” 

next chapter

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OOH! OOH! I saw a movie before the Americans had a chance. Spider-man:  No Way Home

First of all, I’d like to thank @astrangergivingthestrangewelcome for helping me procure a ticket to a sold out showing.  I promise to avoid giving spoilers as much as possible.

NWH was absolutely, amazing/spectacular/whateverdescriptor of choice you have for Spiderman.  Compared to the previous MCU Spiderman movies, it’s a solid star or two up in quality.  Holland’s Parker is much more nuanced and flawed given the darker nature of the film.  This made him much more tolerable to me that the happy-go-lucky Stark Jr. quipster of the rest of the trilogy.  There’s still plenty of humor and the kind that has the whole theater laughing at that (even more so that the nominally comedic French Dispatch, which is still on my endless to-review list).

The cast of characters is impressive.  The theatre I was in filled with cheers as half the characters were introduced.  This would be mere fanservice if it weren’t for the fact that they do wonders for advancing the story, both plot-wise and thematically.  Despite the size of the cast, the majority of the aren’t one-sided, ranging from emotionally vulnerable to terrifyingly menacing.  This is especially the case with Willem Dafoe’s Green Goblin, who is *chef’s kiss* brilliant

One of my biggest gripes with the previous MCU Spiderman films is the overabundance of CGI, especially when strung together in really, really short shots that leave the mind lost and the eyes bleeding.  FFH was especially terrible in this regard but thankfully this sort of headache has been toned down, mostly.  I enjoyed the fight scenes, despite how busy they got at times.

Where it falls short:  The film’s entire premise is reliant upon a moment of impulsivity, much like the collective stupidity in FFH, but I prefer fridge logic to be passed over, especially when magic and hearts are involved.  Doctor Strange’s character and aptitude vary drastically as the plot demands, but thankfully the film stops far short from allowing itself to become a team up movie (much less so that Thor: Ragnarok).  However, this does not stop the film from becoming cluttered by its cast, rendering many of them really stupidly trivial sub quests worthy of a few jokes and some smiles from fans.  Cinema Sins will have its day of reckoning on this, HARD.

Finally, without giving too much away (THIS MEANS PSEUDO SPOILERS), NWH, when making a concerted effort, functions as a deconstruction of the superhero.  It does pick up exactly where FFH leaves off and explains why secret identities are important.  And for once, J. Jonah Jameson is validated in calling Spiderman an menace, despite the fact J. K. Simmons’ wonderful impression seems to be an interpretation of Alex Jones.  There’s a somewhat healthy discussion of “the no killing rule” and heroes’ duties to do more than just commit violence.  Finally, the last arc of the film is a decent enough exploration of what it means to be your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Probably one of the top 5 Marvel movies, but really only watch it if you’ve watched Marvel movies.  If you do watch them, don’t skip this one.

4/5

Anyways, I’m tired and need to pack for a plane tomorrow.  Love you, all! -SC

[tomsrebeleyebrow]

So Cla 😑 since you basically made me 🤚🏻 I want to request a blurb with Harry 😏 about sex on the beach 🏖... work your magic big sis I trust you

*stretch arms and crack fingers* oh trust me, your big sis is gonna work her magic WITH BIIIIIIIIG PLEASURE 😏😈 and damn did i enjoy writing it oof it’s hot in here 🥵🙊🔥

NSFW / +18 content under the cut so beware!!

The sun was at its zenith, striking its hot rays on the Jamaican beach coast. The sound of slow undulating waves filled the air when gently hitting the rocks, in unison with colorful tropical birds flying freely around the entire area to create such a heavenly atmosphere.

“You’re sure no one’s gonna see– fuck, Harry–”

There was not a single soul present on the golden sandy beach, this little spot nicely secluded for you guys own pleasure to enjoy. And you were definitely enjoying it to its fullest by – let’s say it the way it is – fucking in the sea. Harry couldn’t keep his hands off you ever since you put on that new red bikini you bought specially for this vacation and, well, you weren’t one to deny the brunette’s advances for too long anyway. Which led you to now, both of you halfway immersed in the clear sea water with Harry’s thick girth pushed deeply in your pussy while riding him.

Harry took a deep breath, his hands firmly on your ass to keep you close to him as you rid him. “Relax, lovie” he grunted against the salty yet delicious skin of your neck, “no one’s allowed near the– shit you’re so tight– near the coast ‘cause of the rocks.”

You felt him rub into all the right spots inside of you as his strong hips met yours one time after another from that particular angle where your clit got some stimulation too, and this had you moaning countlessly. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Harry had an immense weak spot for your moans – he could listen to them all day long.

With both arms around your lover’s neck, it just had his face almost snugged with yours to share intense kisses right in the Caribbean Sea, some lasting longer while some were so messy. The water kept splashing on your skins with each of your movements and you were quite grateful to Harry for being this tall and quite strong man that he was. You sighed every now and then, already feeling the familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach that tightened with every thrust of his.

“Told ya ‘was a good idea to sneak through that tiny gate behin’ the house.”

Indeed the brunette was right. The only way to access this bit of beach was by the aforesaid wrought iron gate located behind the house you rented for two weeks – the old owner being kind enough to give you guys that little tip –, and which was hidden in between a few palm trees and wild plants in the garden. And the cherry on top with all this was that no one could go there if not using the gate, since imposent rocks were forming like a barrier five meters after the waterside, making it impossible for any boat to approach the beach or the house to take some clichés volés of you two.

“Make me cum, H” you whimpered against his lips while tightening your legs around his waist, sliding one hand down from his neck to your clit. Harry growled and slid a hand of his to your hip, rolling his own to thrust into you steadily, nice and hard.

You became such a moaning mess around him and you loved it all – loved the way he felt inside of you, loved the way the warm water moved around you, loved the salty scent now mixing with Harry’s natural one that made its way to your nose even more as your orgasm continued building up deep inside. Harry could hardly comprehend but enjoy how good you always felt around him, this new sexcapade being another one to remove from your shared bucket list. And as weird as it may sound, he found having sex in the turquoise and clear sea right by a paradisiac island really exciting, quite romantic in a way but so much sensual and risqué, everything you both loved.

“(Y/N), babe–” Harry breathed softly against your lips, making you whimper as you kept massaging your clit, so desperate to finally reach your release. Little by little the brunette could feel you start tightening deliciously around him, your moans rising in pitch only somewhat muffled by his fine lips before you squeezed around him not much later, crying out in satisfaction while you held him tightly with your nails digging crescent forms into his shoulders.

And that was precisely that slight feeling of pain on his tanned skin, joined with how deep he reached inside to feel you milking him with your walls that threw Harry over the edge as well, his breath hitching for the time he took to release as far into you in a few final thrusts.

Once you both had come down from your highs, you let your upper body go limp against Harry and nestled your face in the crook of his neck, your forehead resting on his shoulder while trying to catch your breath. Harry fought with himself to keep you in his arms, his nose nuzzling into your wet salty hair which somehow kept him awake from his powerful climax. After a short minute spent in total silence but with the usual and calming surrounding noises, you both chuckled.

“This definitely can’t be the only time we do this” you said while slowly turning your face to look at your boyfriend, a meaningful raise of your eyebrows that got a grin from him who leaned to kiss you slowly.

Harry lightly detached his lips to press his forehead on yours. “‘aven’t rent this house two weeks fo’ nothin’, lovie…” he added, that smirk not leaving his face while rubbing your noses together a little. You giggled and leaned up for another kiss, and then another, and another one before your arms tightened around his neck once again – just like your pussy did with a nice squeeze, which pulled a moan from your boyfriend.

“Fuck– ‘wanna fuck ya again” Harry growled while biting on your bottom lip, making you moan too adn the sound brought his cock back to life for another round.

Your fingers slid through his hair to tighten and pull at some of his wet locks. “Please” you whimper almost pitifully, clearly sounding depraved, in complete need.

“Home. Now.”

Tagging some mutuals and cuties✨ @allegra-writes @tom-holland-is-spiderman @queencharry @tetralea @harrymoncheri @harrywritingsbyme @meetmymouth

Blurb inspiration

[gthreepio]

i’ve been thinking about the future of the mcu and realized there’s a LOT that i didn’t know/didn’t remember in terms of where things are going so i figured i’d sum it up incase anyone else was in the same boat!! 

quick recap of (unresolved) mid-credit scenes:

doctor strange: mordo (a sorcerer that is one of strange’s mentors, who by the end of the movie becomes disillusioned with magic/the ancient one and quits) confronts pangborn (the paraplegic who healed himself with the mystic arts, who tells strange about mystic arts in the first place) and steals his magic because according to mordo, there are “too many sorcerers." of note, this guy is typically a villain in the comics but hasn’t been thus far...

gotg2: ayesha (leader of the sovereign, a golden skinned alien race obsessed with genetic purity), after spending most of the movie chasing the guardians for stealing some stuff, is revealed to have created an artificial being named “adam” which is presumably, adam warlock. (other stuff that is less relevant: kraglin appears to take up yondu’s mantle; the ravagers regroup and several old and obscure comic book characters are introduced [charlie-27, aleta, martinex, mainframe]; the watchers are watching things.) 

far from home: j jonah jameson basically tells the whole world spider-man’s secret identity, and frames him for what happened with mysterio....making him public enemy #1. ALSO, turns out nick fury and maria hill in the movie were ACTUALLY the two skrulls from captain marvel (talos and soren) attempting to do their job, while the real fury (and presumably hill) is ... up in space on some spaceship!!!

wandavision: monica (who we can assume is photon) is called by “an old friend of [her] mother’s,” up in space, which presumably means fury, talos, or carol. ALSO, wanda sits in the middle of nowhere reading the darkhold and hears the voices of her children who.. by all accounts, should not exist. 

aaaaand what we know about future movies (i’m not even going into the tv series.....): 

black widow: 

takes place after civil war

nat confronts a “dangerous conspiracy with ties to her past,” likely has to do with taskmaster who has apparently taken over the red room where nat was trained as an assassin

prominent new characters: yelena belova, who will take over the mantle of black widow after this; alexei shostakov aka red guardian, an ollllld marvel hero analogous to captain america except for the soviet union.

tony stark will make an appearance... SOBS

shang-chi and the legend of the ten rings:

shang-chi has never been seen in the mcu before, but he is, essentially, a superhero that is a master martial artist, and in some adaptations can also create duplicate (fake) versions of himself to confuse opponents

main villain will be the the mandarin who we have *sort of* seen before... he is the leader of a terrorist organization called “ten rings” whose main goal is to destroy world peace. brief history -- in iron man 1: one ten rings cell kidnaps tony stark and tries to force him to make weapons (he of course, makes his suit instead). stark and ten rings become enemies and fight a bunch. nat and nick fury fight them too. in iron man 3, the villain aldrich killian hires a dude to pretend to be the mandarin and claim responsibility for a bunch of stuff, but its not the ten rings or the mandarin at all. this makes the mandarin v mad and he has a dude kidnap the faker to punish him. they also briefly show up in ant-man, when a ten rings agent tries to buy the yellowjacket suit that darren cross is selling. BUT IN SHANG-CHI....... looks like we are FINALLY going to see the real mandarin after over a decade!! 

the villain razor fist will also show up, he is lesser known... he has no superhuman powers but he has surgically replaced his hands (1 or 2, depending on the version) with a steel blade, and is highly skilled at hand to hand combat.

besides the presence of these characters, the only bit of plot we know is “shang-chi is drawn into the ten rings organization and forced to confront his past.” so... yeah. we don’t know much at all.

eternals: 

quick explanation: the eternals are an immortal alien race who have been secretly living on earth for thousands of years. they were created by the celestials, who are most prominently in gotg2. 

more entirely new characters!!! their names are: thena, who can form any weapon out of cosmic energy; gilgamesh, who can make a super strong exoskeleton out of cosmic energy; ikaris, who has superhuman strength, flies, and can project cosmic energy out his eyes; kingo, who can shoot cosmic energy projectiles from his hands; makkari, who creates sonic booms, has super speed, and is deaf; phastos, who has enhanced intelligence, and is also gay (and married with a kid!); ajak, who has healing powers; sprite, who can project illusions; sersi, who can manipulate matter; druig, who can mind control; and dane whitman (black knight), a human with a mystical sword. 

regarding the plot... it seems the eternals have kind of dispersed, but have to come together again to fight the deviants, who are their “evil counterparts” (also created by the celestials, though i’m unclear on why). thena and gilgamesh have apparently been in exile, unclear why; sersi, who is posing as a museum curator, has apparently been in love with ikaris for centuries and it seems as if their love story may be central to the film; and kingo is a bollywood film star in his spare time. aaaaand that’s pretty much all we know.

directed by chloé zhao of nomadland fame! 

spider-man no way home: 

based on the post-credits scene in far from home, peter parker will now be known as spider-man to everyone. unclear if he’s going to be seen as a bad guy due to mysterio framing him, but i guess we’ll see! 

jamie foxx is electro, and alfred molina is doctor octopus; which is VERY interesting considering they played these roles in other spider-man franchises, once again stirring up excitement for possible multiverse. 

there have been *multiple* reports that andrew garfield, kirsten dunst, tobey maguire, and emma stone will be in the movie but tom holland has repeatedly denied this... so... who knows. 

there are also rumors that matt murdock / daredevil (from netflix) will be in several scenes! not confirmed though. 

MJ is still his girlfriend and i hope it stays that way!! 

doctor strange will be featured in the movie, taking on the mentor role now that tony stark is gone :( this will be interesting as i.. haven’t really seen them interact much before. because of this inclusion some people speculate that the film may draw inspo from some comic storylines where peter’s secret identity is restored with magic. 

doctor strange in the multiverse of madness: 

scarlet witch is essentially co-starring!!! it’s going to be really interesting to see if they bring vision or the twins into this at all, though i’m not counting on it. 

seems like mordo will be the main villain -- recall the ds1 post credits scene where he is apparently running around trying to steal people’s magic.

america chavez will make her debut!!!!!! i have no idea how this plays into anything but i am so excited!! 

regarding the plot, all we really know is that strange has been researching the time stone, mordo messes with him, and this results in him accidentally unleashing “unspeakable evil.” presumably there will also be heavy involvement of the multiverse, and who knows what kind of craziness that will bring!! 

initially was going to be directed by scott derrickson who did ds1; however he stepped down to being just EP due to “creative differences.” i am presuming this is because derrickson really wanted to make this more gothic and horror than disney was comfortable with. i REALLY hope they keep some of those elements though and don’t erase the idea entirely! anyway, it will be directed by sam raimi now (of evil dead and spiderman 2002 fame). 

the film also reportedly ties in with the loki series (will loki show up!?) and spiderman 3 (which is obvious enough, given that strange is in that movie and those curious electro and doctor octopus castings...)

thor: love and thunder

directed by taika waititi again, hell yeah!!! and he has stated, the film will be “so over the top now in the very best way" and would make ragnarok look like a "run of the mill, very safe film" .... so.... oh god

so many great returning players!!! including.... valkyrie (now the king of new asgard), jane foster, lady sif, korg, star-lord, mantis, drax, nebula, and kraglin (takes up yondu’s mantle after he dies in gotg2)

in this movie, thor isn’t thor anymore.... it’s JANE!!! she gets cancer :( and is undergoing treatment while simultaneously being thor. i’m a little nervous how this will be handled, but i’m excited. (it’s based off an amazing comic series by jason aaron) 

the big bad: gorr the god butcher, played by christian bale! the gist of it is, this dude HATES gods because nobody helped when his family was dying and in need. his weapon is “all-black the necrosword,” forged from the head of a celestial, and allows the user to create wings and fly at extreme speeds. honestly, he sounds cool as fuck. 

valkyrie is going to be made canonically bisexual!!! 

it will explore more of korg’s backstory, and also include... space sharks!?!?! an alien race from the comics.

taika has called the script “very romantic” so take that as you will 

black panther 2

will again be directed by ryan coogler

not much is known at this point, does not have an official name

t’challa will NOT be recast (which i’m happy about) so..... honestly no idea what to expect for this one. i think we can probably expect shuri to have an expanded role. all we know so far is they will be “exploring the world of wakanda.” not clear to me how this is different from the upcoming wakanda D+ series. 

tenoch huerta has reportedly been cast as a villain, but no one has any idea who. there’s also rumors that donald glover is in “informal talks” to play a role. note all of this is unconfirmed.

captain marvel 2

will be directed by nia da costa (candyman!) and written by megan mcdonnell, who is one of wandavision’s best writers! 

will take place in the present day 

will feature kamala khan / ms. marvel, monica rambeau / photon!!! this will be so interesting.... kamala is a huge fan of carol’s in the comics, she is her mentor/idol. the ms. marvel series will also resportedly lead into cm2. and monica, well, monica knew her when she was a little kid. wandavision implies that there’s some bad blood between carol and monica though, not sure why. maybe because carol left and never came back? (until endgame) 

post-credits scene of wandavision appears to tie into this, having monica go up into space at the reqeust of her “mom’s old friend.” again, not clear who that is. this could also be a tie in to secret invasion though, so we’ll see. or both.

zawe ashton has been cast as an unknown villain... a lot of people are actually speculating that she may play rogue? which would be fascinating, as there’s a comic arc where rogue steals her powers and memories. BUT there’s still no confirmation that X-men exist in the MCU so for now i remain skeptical.

they are looking to cast a ‘john boyega’ or ‘michael b jordan’ type which makes me wonder if they are going to create a new character, a “younger” war machine to be her love interest? (note: carol and rhodey are a huge thing in comics!) carol obviously does not look her age but her and don cheadle.... that just doesn’t work. which is why i wonder.

ant-man and the wasp: quantumania 

in addition to scott and hope, pretty much all the major players are returning including: luis, hank pym, janet van dyne

cassie lang has been recast with an actress 5 years older, which is really making me wonder if they are going to make her stinger in this movie! (aka one of the main young avengers)

the villain: kang the conqueror! this dude time travels. original name nate richards. in the comics, kang travels back in time to rescue his younger self (nate) from an attack that would help shape him towards a life of villainy. kang also gives him some fancy armor. his younger self actually is like, what the fuck dude? and renounces his destiny, becoming a hero. and he makes his armor look like iron man, calling himself iron lad. who is a young avenger. which also makes me wonder about cassie lang.

otherwise not much is known! 

guardians of the galaxy vol. 3

james gunn is returning, i’m mixed about this...he really does *get* the guardians though. 

based on the gotg2 post credits scene, i think we can assume adam warlock will be a HUGE part of this. there are multiple versions of him, some villainous and some heroic, but no idea how this is gonna turn out.

no word yet on whether thor will be involved, or if those ravagers they introduced will be involved. 

fantastic four 

will be directed by the spiderman guy, john watts.

otherwise we know literally nothing.

aaaaand that’s the roundup!