#and see how much both of tom's kids accomplished!

[destinygoldenstar]

☀️SHAKING SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP-☀️ - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 1 Episode 10 “Medal Of Dis-honor”

💗🍉Cuties, that's what they are🍉💗

There's no Jam emoji so I'm using watermelon instead.

I've jinxed how many people now with these headings?

This time, I'm kind of expecting Tom to go this episode. I'll be surprised if he's not. So like, at least I can CONTROL the jinx I guess?

Whatever. They're happy. That's what matters. They're leaving the show, somber goodbye after this elimination, and after the show they're gonna get Chinese and watch the sunset by the lake.

But yeah, I think this heading is jinxing their separation due to elimination. Fiore and Alec are DEFINATELY finding an idol, and that's gonna get Tom out. And Jake and Ellie, being good friends, are gonna agree "We gotta take them out."

That's my prediction, anyway.

Both my best girls left back to back. Someone's gotta avenge them.

So, let's get into it.

Oh they're actually strategizing. Okay.

"Hey, we're outnumbered, maybe voting off Grett wasn't a good idea... even if there wasn't any way we could've saved her."

"Even if we can persuade Ellie to vote with us, we need someone else."

Which she won't do cause YOU GUYS betrayed her TWICE

"We must find a way to divide them."

Get them to split the votes on you two maybe?

"Hey, you shouldn't vote me! Vote Alec! He's the bigger threat!"

Then Alec can tell another person the same thing!

And if you ARE gonna convince Ellie to vote with you (somehow), that's 3-2-1, and BOOM. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

...I keep saying I'm bad at this game, but think about it.

"But they won't listen to them"

Okay, then SHOWCASE your abilities in front of their faces and paint two narratives on who is the bigger threat.

"I recall Grett saying something about Jake having some drama with his ex."

"We can use that to our advantage!"

"From what I've seen, Jake isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed."

OOOOHHH...

Oh NOW I know what they're gonna do.

And they KNOW Jake is gonna fall for it because of said trauma being ignited...

You two are BALLSY for PERSONALLY SCREWING WITH SOMEONE'S PTSD.

"But first, we have to give Ellie back on our side."

She WON'T. If she's SMART, she WON'T.

YOU TWO HAVE BETRAYED HER TWICE

I think convincing JAKE to vote with you is a better option if I'm being honest. And he might not even be AWARE he's voting with the villains.

"Miriam, these cupcakes are delicious!"

THOSE DON'T LOOK APPETIZING.

But look at them! Look at them being so cute!

"How old are you?"

"Rude to ask a woman her age, but I am seventy two years old."

I WAS CLOSE.

First episode I said 70. I WAS CLOSE.

"Ellie, can we talk?"

"No."

"Why? So you can betray me again?"

Yeah exactly. She ain't stupid!

NO. DON'T GO WITH HIM. I JUST SAID YOU WEREN'T STUPID-GODDAMMIT.

"Don't forget LYING to me AND voting out Gabby!"

THANK YOU.

"This game is much more than grudges or friendships."

"Meanwhile, we're planning to toy with one of your friend's grudges and friendships."

Just saying, there's A LOT of ways you can play this without getting into personal stuff and psychologically torturing someone.

But they're villains, so you know, they would do this.

"But I want you to consider what happens once me and Fiore are voted out."

FINAL FOUR. It LIKELY wouldn't matter if it was social status.

PLUS I think Miriam would gladly take an L for these kids.

So no, your point does not work.

"Fine. I'll think about it."

"But if I'm gonna flip, I'm don't have to hurt them personally. I have more dignity than to stoop that low!"

So... if she IS siding with them, (which I dont agree with), she's gonna protest hurting Jake THAT way, but reluctantly do it, and she's gonna come clean once it's over out of guilt and apologize and realize her mistake.

I DO NOT see Ellie as this sociopathic emotional manipulator that will stoop to Fiore's level of psychologically tormenting people for her own selfish benefit.

There's a way to win this game and NOT hurt people that way. JUST SAYING.

"I trust that you're smart enough to make the right choice here."

And that's NOT ditching the majority alliance you're apart of because THESE FOLKS CAN'T BE TRUSTED.

I DON'T KNOW. THAT'S JUST MY THOUGHTS.

Oh good god that's a lot of challenges.

Well this is gonna be a long episode.

How is it raining? Wasn't it CLEAR at night just a minute ago?!

"Looks like the Disventure Camp gods are not having a good night."

Are you talking about me? Cause I didn't do that this time.

What happens if it's a tie?

ACTUALLY THAT WOULD MAKE SENSE IF THEY'RE FORCING ELLIE TO FLIP

"Well shit, they both have immunity. Guess I HAVE to flip to save myself. Sorry guys."

THAT makes sense.

"There, you can look for a newly buried immunity totem."

CALLED IT!

I didn't think TOM would find this though.

"I didn't come here to play the game, but I'm glad I did cause I got to meet Jake."

Aw, that's sweet.

Yeah, Tom's not gonna take it personally if you vote him off. He's not winning anyway.

He will gladly give this idol to save Jake, any day.

"How are you doing Jake?"

"I've been trying to knock over this stupid vase for five minutes!"

You sound like me in math class fr.

"I've been trying to solve this math problem for THREE HOURS."

"Why don't you teach me and I'll get us both necklaces?"

Yeah. That's sweet.

See? He's not selfish. He's helping.

This is so cute, I love them 💗

THE GRANDCHILD SHE NEVER HAD!

"So this is what it's like to have a grandson."

💗

"I found the clue to the location of an immunity totem. It should be right here."

NO WHY WOULD YOU TELL HER THAT-

Okay he doesn't know of her thinking about flipping, to be fair. But still.

"I sure hope no one STEALS this idol or anything!"

They're gonna steal it.

Ellie's gonna tell Fiore & Alec, "Hey guys, I know how to save you guys. Tom has an idol. Steal it from him and use it for the council."

That's definitely a plan!

CAN YOU TELL I'M PARANOID SINCE THE START OF THIS EPISODE?

"This is Golden speaking in your head. There are impersonal ways to play this game and save yourselves. You DON'T have to hurt Jake that way. DON'T YOU DARE. I WILL give him slay pass and I WILL torment you the rest of this season!"

"COME ON! Why Jake?! What did he ever do to you?!"

"This is not good. That totem gives Tom more power than he already has."

THEN STEAL IT.

PROBLEM SOLVED.

"That money will fund my dreams of fashion school! No more sleepless nights, barely making rent, working from dawn to dusk... whatever I need to do to win, I'll do it!"

I DO sympathize with Ellie.

I don't want to make this come across like I don't. THAT is a perfectly understandable and routable motive to want to win.

But you gotta ask yourself: What do you mean by 'whatever it takes?' Are you really willing to destroy your morals, relationships, and put people in bad mental places, to make this happen?

IS THAT WORTH IT??

And I'm not even saying she shouldn't side with the villains if that's a game move that works for her. There's just a dozen impersonal ways to play this game.

You can win, AND keep your friendships!

Just find out who the target is, steal the idol from Tom when he isn't looking, use it to prevent the tie, and then FLIP.

He's got it!

"I need to ask about the votes tonight."

Okay she's gonna tell them.

"If I vote with you, won't it just end in a 3-3 tie?"

"Not if we find a way to split that alliance."

OR STEAL THE IDOL.

"You talk to Jake a lot, you must have noticed how insecure he is."

"If you can trick him by telling him some lie about Tom, he'll surely believe it."

SHE'S NOT GONNA DO THAT.

JUST STEAL THE IDOL. YOU KNOW WHO HAS IT.

"But how would they steal the idol?"

Just tell Tom and Jake to go hang out and be all cute, like go swimming or something. Tom will have to leave his stuff behind for that. And when they're gone, STEAL THE IDOL.

"But he'll notice"

MAKE A FAKE ONE AND SWAP THEM.

Ellie KNOWS what these idols look like. Gabby used one for her!

YOU DON'T HAVE TO HURT JAKE.

"Is that gullible idiot's friendship worth losing a million dollars? And for what? To go back to the same pathetic life again?"

😬

Goddammit Fiore...

She's gonna do this? Isn't she?

Well this is FIORE'S plan, so I can't really blame Ellie...?

So yeah, the hate goes to Fiore. Ellie's just trying to survive.

"There's no other way Ellie."

I CAN THINK OF SEVERAL OTHER WAYS AT THE TOP OF MY HEAD-

"SHUT UP GOLDEN, VILLAINS DON'T LISTEN TO YOU."

...I'm gonna save this till the end.

Cause YES, this is A LOT of ways she can survive and NOT do this.

"If I do this, I want something in return."

"I want two necklaces."

I mean what makes the difference if Ellie gets immunity? She's not a target for the other guys right now.

"If I win immunity, I'll vote for whoever you tell me."

And so she's turned...

Goddammit.

I do understand WHY though... I don't agree with it, but I understand WHY she'd want to do this.

"I'll also make sure Jake never trusts Tom again."

WHAT?! NO!!!

YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO THAT FAR!!!!!

JUST STEAL THE IDOL FROM TOM AND FLIP

I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA SAY THIS ALL THROUGHOUT THE EPISODE

YOU DON'T HAVE TO DESTROY SOMEONE'S RELATIONSHIP!!

Oh god...

This is totally why they're targeting Jake as well because they KNOW he'll get paranoid.

I don't care what anyone says. I WILL say it. Whatever happens for the rest of this episode. NONE of it is Jake's fault.

It's Fiore. HATE ON FIORE FOR STOOPING THIS LOW.

...I am going to hate this episode, aren't I? Strap yourselves in.

"I trust that Ellie won't throw her own game with her silly friendship with Jake."

Watch her actually do that and own up to this.

"Yeah, um... so I REGRET what I did. And I would rather us be friends and win this together than split apart and become a monster like Fiore."

Again, Ellie is NOT a sociopath...

Right...? She's not a sociopath...

RIGHT??

AWWWWW 😢💗

OH THAT'S SO SWEET, OMG

DON'T DO THIS TO ME. THEY WERE WORKING THINGS OUT! THEY WERE DOING WELL!!

LEAVE THEM ALONE

I don't want them to be pissy again 😭

Why is Fiore shivering?

No. I don't feel bad for you. FREEZE.

"Tom possibly has an immunity totem."

Okay. Steal it.

"We need a plan to counter it."

NO YOU DON'T. STEAL IT.

STEAL THE FUCKING IDOL

Oh boy...

Guys, I already KNOW this is gonna BREAK me. So HEADS UP.

We're not even halfway through the episode. This is gonna be UGLY.

"I heard something I shouldn't have... I'm sorry Jake, this may not be the right time, but..."

*DREAD*

"Have you seen that Tom has a radio?"

"I saw him using it in private. I heard him talking to his... boyfriend."

*DREAD*

I HATE IT CAUSE THAT'S SO PERFECT TO MAKE JAKE PARANOID WITH...

GODDAMMIT

"He said some horrible things about you. Things I can't repeat."

YEAH THIS IS GONNA TRIGGER SOME SHIT FOR HIM

(I don't think I need to tell anyone this, but for morality sake. DON'T EVER DO THIS. If you aware someone has PTSD and anxiety, and you know their specific triggers. Don't ever trigger it. For any reason. You are screwed up if you ever think this is a good idea to use on people. You can SERIOUSLY HURT the person in one way or another.)

"The second this season ends, he'll be out of all our lives."

*DREAD*

That's what Tom said about his spy mission too...

"No... he wouldn't say that. Maybe you heard wrong."

Oh?

He's NOT gonna believe it??

Okay I didn't expect that. I expected him to be stupid and fall head first into it. But he's ACTUALLY QUESTIONING this.

"Trust me Jake, you're my friend, and I'm only saying this because I don't want you to get heartbroken."

OOOOOWWWWWW...

"Tom is a scumbag. You can't trust him."

GODDAMMIT ELLIE. DON'T MAKE ME HATE YOU. I WAS LIKING YOU. DON'T DO THIS.

Why Jake, man?! I get he's an easy target. Why him?!

*coughs laughter*

Okay you can't make that up.

"Tom's a scumbag."

"I got breakfast!!" 💗😄

"Jake, those fish are poisonous! He's trying to KILL YOU!"

"Fish? Is that really what you were up to?"

Oh boy, here we go...

"Don't you get tired of lying to my face?!"

Goddammit...

"...huh?"

*snicker*

"HUH?"

Oh god... I get it though. I get why Jake would believe this.

"Jake's being his usual self."

That's his usual self? He yelled ONCE before, AND apologized for it MULTIPLE TIMES.

"Jake's so gullible! He believes everything he's told! After all this time, you'd think he'd at least talk to me about it!"

Okay, I'm gonna defend here. I'm sorry if this annoys you.

When Grett told Jake Tom was a spy, he actually DIDN'T instantly believe that. He thought it was a joke. It was only when Tom blew his own cover and said the wrong thing that he realized she was telling the truth.

That is the ONLY incident throughout the season that MIGHT imply Jake as this 'gullible moron'. And even THEN, 'gullible moron' implies he believed that shit right away, when he DIDN'T.

And I'm not using a headcanon. There's TEXT PROOF.

2) He JUST yelled at you and Ellie dragged him away. "You'd think he'd talk to me about it". Yeah. He WOULD.

IF HE IS GIVEN THE CHANCE.

BUT CURRENTLY, HE IS NOT.

3) Jake DIDN'T instantly believe Ellie. She had to gaslight it further for it to work and had to drive home some personal shit to get him to snap. Which, snapping like that, IS a PTSD response to a trigger.

If Ellie ONLY said "Tom cheated on you lol" and that was all it took, then YES, YOU'D HAVE A POINT.

Look, if THIS is the episode that is supposed to trigger me to despise Jake or something, IT'S NOT WORKING.

I mean, WHY would he believe a FRIEND over TOM?! THAT MAKES NO SENSE. TOM DIDN'T LIE ABOUT SHIT TO JAKE AND HAS BEEN COMPLETELY 100% HONEST WITH HIM THE ENTIRE TIME.

OH WAIT.

THIS IS A GASLIGHTING PLOT. PLAIN AND SIMPLE. AND YOU'RE GONNA BLAME THE PERSON BEING GASLIT?!

Okay. Sure.

Look, I'm not saying Jake is flawless. Hell no. And I'm not even saying he's doing the right thing here. HELL NO. I'm saying it's believable he'd act this way given what we know about his character, and it's not the fault of him, it's the fault of the people gaslighting him to act like that.

If he acted this way WITHOUT their help. That'd be a different story.

But he's not. So... am I supposed to hate him now??

"I know Jake can be dense, but he's a good boy."

"You keep on saying that, but he never learns!"

Learn WHAT?

To talk to people and tell them everything that's happening? He's been doing that throughout the season FAR MORE THAN YOU, TOM.

I'm not hating Tom, btw. Just making a point.

If he's gotta learn something, then teach him "Choose who you trust." "Don't let your emotions get the better of you." "Don't let other people take advantage of your paranoia and anxieties to control you." "Sometimes the problem is you and you have to apologize and make things right." "Don't be stupid."

Just so you can't say "Golden is completely ignoring Jake's flaws." NO I'M NOT.

And "NEVER" learns? THIS IS THE SECOND TIME. WHAT DO YOU MEAN "NEVER"?

"Does my care and affection mean nothing to him?"

Aw, Tom. I'm sorry.

It means the world to him! JUST TALK.

"Every day I'm here, I like being around Jake less and less..."

What?

You guys kissed last episode. You spent a month in a zombie apocalypse together.

Where the hell is this coming from?

He yelled at you TWO TIMES. And the first time he tried to make it up to you.

And it just cuts. Okay. Sure.

"Yeah! Fuck Jake! He's a piece of shit! I guess..."

Are we seriously gonna say this whole thing is ALL Jake's fault?

Cause um... NO.

"Why do they always see me as an idiot they can lie to?!"

"I don't know."

Ellie says as she treats him as an idiot she can lie to.

"I should confront Tom."

SEE?!?!?! WHAT HAVE I BEEN SAYING?!?!?!?!

"But last time, I promised he we had problems, we would talk things through. Something's not right. Tom would never do this to me."

ATTA BOY.

HE'S AT LEAST 'TRYING' TO THINK STRAIGHT.

He's still not, but that's on Ellie for gaslighting him to not think straight.

If she wasn't gaslighting him to think irrationally. It would be a different story.

"He's been lying to you, and you're worried about keeping your promises? He's cheating on you Jake. It seems like he's been cheating for a long time."

🔥"Lemme just uh, casually ignite some more fuel to this fire. Hey Jake, remember when you got cheated on in the past? Remember how much that HURT you and DEVASTATED you? Doesn't it HURT BEYOND BELIEF?! DON'T YOU WANT TO BUILD YOUR WALLS AND NEVER TALK TO ANOTHER GUY AGAIN?!?!"🔥

"So he's been making me make these promises so he could keep me under control?"

"I'm an idiot!"

"You're not Jake."

"I'm just gaslighting you to BE an idiot."

Fuck you Ellie.

I think she's gonna regret it though and try and make up for this.

"I feel so bad that I have to lie to Jake, but I know when I win the million dollars, it'll all be worth it."

Right, so she's just ditching her morality AND her friendships for money.

I get it. But WOW.

(This is a LONG Tribal Council. And there's a lot of screaming going forward. So... there's your warning.)

Elimination already? Damn...

This is gonna be UGLY...

"I did my part. Now who are we going to vote for?"

You know what the weird part is? I don't even know how this benefits you guys.

Tom has an idol.

You didn't even have to gaslight Jake. You could've just stole the idol.

I'm pretty sure the game NEVER said that the person who got the idol was the only one who could play it.

😭Just steal the goddamn idol...😭

"Vote for Jake."

What?

Oh my god, what are you doing??

Why gaslight him then?!?!?!

"Jake, we need to talk."

"Fine. I guess I should give you a chance to explain yourself."

PLEASE. PLEASE TALK.

NOOOOO DAMMIT

Don't break them up, please... 😭🙏

"I don't know what's wrong with Jake this time, but I'm sure it was your fault."

YES. YES IT WAS.

So they are voting Jake...

So they're gonna keep their mouths shut and not worry about the idol?

I mean if they don't know Jake's in danger, they can't play the idol, right?

I THINK that's what they're doing.

"Wait. I have something to say to Tom."

...what are you doing?

"It's about Jake and all the drama surrounding him."

What are you doing? I thought you were gonna keep your mouth shut.

What's your plan? You WANT Tom to realize you're using Jake?

"Oh wait, shit! It wasn't Jake's fault this time! Welp, guess our alliance is back!"

But they already voted, so... goddammit...

"I care because it was all a lie."

"Ellie told Jake that Tom has a boyfriend and he was cheating on him. She kept them from speaking to each other all day."

WHAT IS YOUR PLAN HERE?!?!?!?

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF GASLIGHTING JAKE THEN?!?!?!?!

"Wait, what?! Is this true?!"

Oh shit now he realizes.

"Goddammit Jake, you promised you would talk to me this time!"

DID YOU NOT HEAR HER?! ELLIE WAS PREVENTING HIM FROM DOING THAT!!!!

IF HE COULD, HE WOULD HAVE.

WHY ARE YOU GETTING MAD AT JAKE?!?!

"Tom, I didn't know! I tried to talk to you, but Ellie told me not to!! Please you have to believe me!!!"

HONEY NO...

"Why are you listening to her?!"

"I thought I could trust her. I'm sorry Tom..."

"And you didn't think you could trust me?! After everything we've been through?!"

💔

I mean, okay, that is valid. That is on Jake.

"Children, children, stop fighting please!!"

Aw Miriam 💔😢

"Wait, this doesn't end here."

OH MY GOD WHAT NOW?!?!?

"Tom, we know about your totem."

WHAT IS YOUR PLAN HERE?!?!?! I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

DO YOU WANT TO GET ELIMINATED?!?!?

"Alec, Ellie, and I voted for Jake. So if you don't use your totem to save your little dumb boyfriend, he's gone tonight."

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?

SO YOU'RE ASKING TOM TO USE THE IDOL. WHY?!???!! THAT SCREWS YOU OVER.

Unless she's lying and she and Alec flipped...

But THAT WOULD BE EVEN WORSE.

You betray Ellie, YET AGAIN. You LOSE HER as an ally.

Unless you're trying to boot her and have her be 5th place. BUT THEN YOU HAVE JAKE AND MIRIAM AS AN ALLIANCE TO WORRY ABOUT.

YOU DON'T NEED TO DO THIS. YOU DON'T NEED TO GASLIGHT JAKE. YOU DON'T NEED TO SAY ANY OF THIS SHIT.

Just convince Ellie to be on your side to get her to flip, vote for who you want out, convince Tom & Jake to go do something that forces Tom to leave the idol behind...

AND THEN. STEAL. THE. MOTHERFUCKING. IDOL.

THAT IS THE EASIEST AND CLEANEST SOLUTION TO ALL YOUR DAMN PROBLEMS.

AND YET YOU CHOOSE TO DESTROY THESE PEOPLE INSTEAD AND MAKE THINGS TOO BLOODY COMPLICATED.

WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!?!?!?

"I'm sorry, I just can't leave here 4th place. I know if I stuck with you guys, I'd never make the finals."

"And you decided you'd mess with my personal trauma just to get further in the game?!"

YESS!! BE PISSED!!!!!!! CALL HER OUT!!!!!

"You're screwed up Ellie. You need help!"

"Actually... yes."

*snicker* Okay, that was good.

"I don't ever want to talk to you again!"

"No need to yell like that."

UM, LET'S BE HONEST. I THINK JAKE DESERVES TO BE VOCAL HERE. HE WAS GASLIT BY YOU GUYS.

"Times running out Tom. What'll it be?"

Don't play it Tom.

They're tricking you. Don't play it.

Though that's kinda bad on his end, cause that'd be him saying "Nah, fuck you Jake. Go to the bus and drive it to hell."

"Tom, please, I know I've been bad, but I promise, if you save me, we can talk tomorrow and work things out!!"

I don't think that's gonna happen...

He's begging so bad here 😭

You screwed up Jake. You screwed up...

"What's stopping you from believing another lie they tell you tomorrow?"

Insert my rant before here.

"Tom, I get that you're mad at Jake, but if he goes, you and I will go right after."

No I don't think that's how it's gonna work...

My heart is HURTING right now btw. I'm actually shaking.

"Why are you so relaxed?! If Tom plays the idol on Jake, we're screwed!"

EXACTLY. WHAT'S YOUR PLAN HERE?!??!?!?! IT MAKES NO SENSE.

"Can I please read the votes people?!"

The host is just done with it...

"I'm going to use my totem to save Jake."

Aw....

Even after everything he loves you... 😭

No...

They flipped. They HAD to have flipped...

Oh no...

*I'm burying my face in my hands to hold back wet eyes*

They flipped.

She's so unbothered. They flipped.

They flipped.

*DREAD* THEY FLIPPED.

Is the next one Tom?

I KNEW IT

I KNEW IT OH NOOOOOOO...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO😭

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

I have a bad feeling... Jake voted Tom cause he was mad.

He was trying to throw his vote on Tom to save the trouble, AND IT BACKFIRED HORRIBLY.

*Buries face in hands again*

I can't... I can't... no...

"I wonder whose fault that was."

Yeah...

"Tom, I'm sorry, please, you have to forgive me-"

"SHUT UP."

"YOU AND I ARE DONE. DON'T EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN."

💔😭💔

Oh my god...

Oh my god no...

No...

Oh god...

So... I'm not welling up bawling or anything...

But I am SHAKING.

I am SCREAMING.

I am on the verge of CRYING.

I fell nauseous, so add THROWING UP on that list too.

I'm so upset.

I mean I get it, villains gotta villain, but holy shit...

They were doing so well too. They could've been so great together!

THEY COULD'VE GOTTEN CHINESE TOGETHER LIKE THEY WANTED

GODDAMMIT...

This is some shit Heather would do.

And did.

I mean... compare that episode to this episode as much as you'd like. I don't really care.

My heart is actually sunken right now.

That hurt.

I think this elimination broke me.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH?!

Is Jake pissed? He's gotta be.

"The plan worked out great. We kicked out the biggest threat in challenges, the totem was misused, and now Jake hates Ellie."

YOU SUCK FIORE. I HATE YOU.

I HOPE YOUR KARMA COMES SOON.

"I was playing with fire when I sided with Fiore and Alec. I should have seen through their tricks."

Yeah Ellie. YOU TOO.

Though I don't necessarily HATE YOU, cause you were just following a plan, but GOOD LORD YOU FUCKED UP YOUR ENTIRE GAME.

WHY WOULD YOU SIDE WITH THE BACKSTABBERS YET AGAIN?!?!

AND NOW BOTH SIDES WANT YOU GONE.

YOU ARE AN IDIOT. I'M DONE SAYING YOU'RE NOT.

"I won't rest until Ellie is sitting on the bus of losers!"

👏

YES JAKE! GET REVENGE!!!!!!!

So... yeah. We stan Jake in this household. And he deserves this.

He gets slay pass from me.

And he BETTER get revenge!!!

I SUPPORT HIM.

He's stupid, but I SUPPORT HIM.

🔥OPERATION GET REVENGE ON ELLIE IS A GO!🔥

...and I deserve it too because I put them in the heading and destroyed their ship with it. So you know what?

🔥OPERATION GET REVENGE ON GOLDEN IS A GO!🔥

Awww Tom 😭

I'm so sorry Tom. YOU DID NOT DESERVE THAT.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE PUT THEM IN THE HEADING.

I SUNK THE SHIP.

I wish I could give you a virtual hug but I'm out of images... 😭

I WOULD be happy to see Gabby again, but also... I'm too upset right now 😂😭

Oh my god...

You know, I compared that to the TDI Episode for a reason. I see the similarities. The one where Trent gets booted.

And THAT was my least favorite episode of that season too!

...okay I mostly just hate THIS episode because of the feels. So it's completely subjective. Objectively I'd have to think about it.

I mean at least in this one there wasn't any sexual harassment involved. So that's a plus.

Um... so couple things.

Ellie flipped. Didn't see that coming.

I'm very mixed on how I feel about this.

On the one hand, I think her plan was dumb. This is the THIRD TIME Fiore & Alec betrayed her. And by the first time, stretching the second, she should've known damn well that siding with them was a bad idea and would lead to an even worse outcome than if she stayed with the Tom Jake & Miriam alliance. If she stayed with them and they were final four, yeah she probably would've been next pick to go, but also, she doesn't know what the Final Four challenge is. There could not be an elimination ceremony. If it's a sudden death round, then I'd say she'd beat Jake no problem. And even if there was an elimination ceremony, Tom wasn't here to win, Jake lost his motive, and Miriam turned over a new leaf. If you were all on good terms, one of them would've understood and dropped out for her sake as a sign of friendship. Course I can't guarantee that, but think about your odds with Fiore and Alec, two people known for betraying and screwing people over. Take your pick. And by doing all... THIS. BOTH SIDES don't want her, and now unless she gets immunity, SHE'S FUCKED.

On the other hand, she has a sympathetic motive. I can admit that. She has a reason for what she does, and it's completely understandable. Her lifestyle and circumstance sucks. And she NEEDS this money more than anyone else. So yeah, she has to play the game the best and most strategic way she can with the hand she's been dealt. And in circumstances of the social game, there was a disadvantage she had. So her resorting to "I'll do WHATEVER IT TAKES to win that money" IS a very interesting route to take for a character in this kind of show. And I am very fond of that idea.

Are you willing to ditch your morals and your relationships to get that money? It seems like to her, that answer is yes.

I DO NOT HATE ELLIE. Okay? I get her POV and I took it to account. This is a VERY complicated situation.

My problems aren't with Ellie as a character, my problem is the strategy she decided to go with.

I already said this, but there's gameplay, and then there's being personal. Which that DEFINATELY was. She re-ignited a guy's traumas that she KNEW about, just for her own selfish benefit. She ruined his relationship. She REALLY broke him mentally. IT IS NOT OKAY.

Cause let me say this: It is possible for her to have been strategic, AND not personally hurt anyone with it.

There were A LOT OF WAYS, actually.

Stay in the Tom/Jake/Miriam alliance and make it to the Final 4. They're good people who are taking the time to understand you, and so long as you are on good terms with them, you're more likely to make them helpers to your victory rather than as enemies to defeat.

"But what if she can't trust that and Fiore and Alec is the better option?" Okay, then flip. Cause a tie. So long as they think you're on their side, they won't vote you, they'll vote either Fiore & Alec. You can explain your reasoning in the tiebreaker and claim you'll side with whoever wins said tiebreaker.

"But what if a tiebreaker is too risky and you have to have Fiore & Alec's side win?" Then lie and deceive to all three members of the other alliance. Make them think "Oh, Fiore is the better option to vote" "Alec is the better option to vote", so there's no communication. Jake is at least gullible enough to believe something like that. So he throws his vote, your 3 vote with Fiore & Alec is the majority, and one of the people in the other alliance get out.

"But what about the idol?" In this universe, Tom got the idol. He told Ellie he was getting it. She could've convinced Tom "Hey, give that to me, I need it more and I can help you if you take me to the finale." If Tom agrees, you have an idol and you are in a much more protective position than you were previously.

"But what if Tom doesn't want to give anyone his idol?" Are you ready for it?

STEAL. THE. FUCKING. IDOL.

The game NEVER says that the one who finds it is the only one who can use it. So if you STEAL it, you can use it to nullify the other alliance's votes and get someone there the boot instead.

You didn't need to pull any of this flipping bullshit that Fiore & Alec did here. It was a complication that was not necessary.

"But what if Tom doesn't ever part with his idol?" Then MAKE HIM part with it! Invite Tom and Jake to go swimming or something, a situation that forces Tom to not take the idol with him, and when no one is in the cabin, make an excuse to leave, and steal the idol.

"But what if Tom notices the idol is gone?" Make a fake idol. Ellie knows what the idols look like. Gabby used one for her. You can find some twigs and sticks to craft a fake one. You can swap out the two.

And if you're really gonna side with Fiore and Alec, which again, is not the option I would go with but whatever, then you successfully get one of the other alliance's members out, and you get majority and power. AND you don't sour any relationships that put a TARGET ON YOUR BACK.

I'm just saying, there WAS a way out of this mess.

She CHOSE to go along with Fiore's plan to hurt Jake and Tom to that degree. So either she's stupid for thinking there was no other way, or she's a sociopath.

And when it comes to Jake, I would ESPECIALLY not go the personal route because Jake is a very emotional person! You hurt him to that degree, HE WILL GUN FOR YOU AND YOU WILL NEED TO SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN TONIGHT 🔫

This is a pretty morally complicated situation. Fiore's obviously the worst of them all and she's a psychopath and she did everything wrong morally. That's something I think we can all agree on without much argument.

And Jake...

Um, with some of the scenes and discussions in this episode, I FEEL like this episode is trying to make me HATE Jake. They keep slandering him quite a bit here.

And like... he WAS stupid and emotionally impulsive. Traits that have been there since day one. He did not do the right thing here and he made a mistake and suffered the consequences for it.

But I'm sorry, this is gonna annoy some people, I WILL BE A JAKE APOLOGIST

He was GASLIT this entire episode. By a friend he trusted with some very personal information. Said friend ignited his PTSD, that CLEARLY affected him, and purposefully did so, so it would CAUSE his flaws to be ignited.

Yes it's his fault those flaws are even there. But when he was getting better and finding people he could work on something with, others took advantage of him and brought them back with triggers.

Yes these are PTSD triggers.

Trust me. I've been gaslit in my life multiple times in the past. I know these are very appropriate reactions.

And on top of that, he DID try to see through this lie, questioned it, and DID try to talk to Tom about what was going on. But the episode both told and showed that Ellie was preventing him from doing that and putting more fuse in that fire each time he questioned it.

THAT IS GASLIGHTING.

He also, AGAIN, realized his mistake, apologized for it, and WANTED to make up for it. BUT IT WAS ALREADY TOO LATE.

So OF COURSE Jake is gonna believe this shit and act the way he did. I DO NOT BLAME HIM, PERSONALLY.

So... yeah. If you thought this would be the episode where I hate Jake, you thought wrong. My thoughts became the opposite. XD

I'm on his side. I completely understand why he's pissed and in my opinion, he has EVERY RIGHT TO BE PISSED.

What these people did to him was FUCKED UP.

I SUPPORT HIM WANTING REVENGE.

I said this during the reaction too. If Jake was actually whining 24/7 before this, if he never questioned the lie whatsoever and Ellie never needed to add more fuel to it for it to work, if he didn't apologize for shit, if he had the chance to talk to Tom and chose not to, IT WOULD BE A DIFFERENT STORY. But the evidence is there that... I just fail to see how this was his fault.

He got gaslit and taken advantage of.

AND WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO YOU?!?!

I'm not saying Jake doesn't have flaws he needs to work on. It's because of said flaws he became a target. I'm saying the reasons why these flaws were ignited were understandable here and thus completely fail to convince me that I should hate him.

He needs to get better, but it's not his fault if other people are pulling him away from doing that.

But sure, let's blame the target for the gaslighting and manipulation and not the people DOING said gaslighting and manipulation.

If the dog is being abused by the human, I guess you blame the dog because it let itself be abused. Therefore the dog deserves all the hate and blame.

"Fuck Jake! He did exactly what we wanted him to! What an asshole! He deserves the worst!"

(If you hate him though, I can’t stop you and its wrong on my end to claim you’re wrong when it’s an opinion)

Tom, my sweet, I am so sorry, you don't deserve this treatment.

I knew he was gone, but I didn't think he'd go like THAT. That was BRUTAL.

I thought they were gonna be happy! Gosh NOOOOO...

Oh god... so I think my reactions just got ten times more polarizing. I'm sorry. This is a very morally complicated and polarizing situation. What do you expect?

If you guys want me to continue these reactions, be sure to let me know.

[qedart]

Hey, I had a question about the time warp au.

So, Ice and Mav are together in this, right? So, do mini Kazansky and Mitchell know that? How do they feel about? I love love to see their reactions to finding out that's who they end up with.

Heya! 

Thanks for your question!! 

Yep, Ice and Mav are together in this AU, have been for a while, and both Tom and Pete know about it. 

I think they probably didn’t highlight it too much in the beginning, when they weren’t sure whether they’d be able to get Pete and Tom back to their own timeline. But that was more in a ‘the less information about “The Future™” they have the less potential damage it’ll cause’ sort of way rather than wanting to specifically keep their relationship under wraps. 

When it’s deemed too difficult/dangerous/potentially catastrophic to send them back though, and it’s decided that Mav and Ice would take them in, they cover that in the ‘welcome to our world, you’ll love it’ lecture they prepared for them. 

That said, I feel like they put particular emphasis on them still being their own people in an effort to let them develop their own bond without being influenced or feeling forced into anything. “Just because we ended up together doesn’t mean you guys are required to as well. You can form whatever relationship you want - don’t feel like there’s an expectation that you should feel a certain way about each other just because we do. We ended up together as the result of very specific circumstances that you don’t share and won’t be replicated, so you’re both still masters of your own fate.”

Tom struggles with it the most and initially sticks firmly to that train of thought. He makes it very, very clear to Pete that he didn’t see him in a remotely romantic way and they could maybe be friends but that was it and it took him a while not to be on high alert whenever Ice or Mav did anything that might ‘give them away’ (in his defence, in the space of one conversation he’d gone from being verrrrry deep in a very necessary closet to being inadvertently outed and confronted with a quite out and proud (and still accomplished and respected) version of himself - the kid had some adjusting to do). That sweeping declaration comes back to bite him when he actually does start developing some feelings for Pete later on, of course. 

Once he starts adjusting though, seeing Ice and Mav interact and be there for each other in a very healthy way is equally reassuring as it is nerve-wracking. He’d sort of quietly feared he’d either end up in some sham marriage or completely alone so being confronted with evidence to the contrary, even if it’s not a guarantee, helps build up his confidence a lot.

Pete’s considerably more go with the flow about it all but he sort of feels the same way about it. Watching Ice and Mav together is pretty comforting, even with the whole Tom aspect removed. He’d sort of hoped that one day he’d find his person and have a family and be happy like they are in movies - but it always felt like a bit of a pipe dream. So actually seeing it play out for at least one version of him is more reassuring for him than it is suffocating. 

Aaaaaand that was a far longer response than intended and I hope not too rambling. In short: yes they’re together, yes Pete and Tom know, and feelings are mixed but strongly leaning towards positive. 

[destinyc1020]

I gotta disagree, The competition for Wonka was not high at all when you factor in who the audience is (mostly kids). The only competition it has is Migration (I know you mentioned Wish, but that had an earlier release and kids aren't going to see the Color Purple and Aquaman too is a bit too mature for younger audiences) which is also doing fairly well. December is not a difficult month to succeed in at all - kids are off of school, which means that the potential for kids movies in particular to break out is sky high. Throw in Paul King and the holiday theme, and it making money shouldn't be a surprise.

Also, I just don't buy that any young actor is a significant draw without an IP. Unpopular opinion maybe, but I think Zendaya is the closest to being a legitimate draw WITHOUT an IP. We've already seen her success with Euphoria, which is an original(ish, since it was adapted but from a very unknown show) property. Things like Wonka and Uncharted are good vehicles to use as claims that actors like Timothee and Tom are box office draws, but those are characters and properties that already had fanbases.

It's interesting that Tom essentially was the first of his generation to reach that box office milestone (and tbh it was impressive, because fans and critics were against that film but it still succeeded despite that - in context that is a pretty large indicator that he marketed it so well that people came for him), but you have analysts now forgetting that accomplishment or minimizing it. The same will happen with Timmy once his movies are released and there's a gap in between his released projects, and someone else will pop up to get the hype. I feel like people just want there to be 'one' actor who is 'the' box office draw of their generation, but the truth is that there will be several, because it would be so boring with just one! I bet Paul Mescal will have a similar moment with Gladiator, which might be a similar thing with an IP getting him some good momentum. Austin I don't doubt will find the same. Hoping a POC actor gets to because it is honestly so frustrating that the leading actors right now are white for such a young generation.

But yeah this might be an unpopular opinion but it's very interesting to me how these studios and actor's agents are putting them in IP films to boost their box office cred, but put them in an original project and how much money will they bring in? It's depressing in a way bc studios are leaning away from original projects because they make less money, but original projects are so much more interesting at times. That being said, I know TDATT and TCR pulled great streaming numbers but it's hard to get a box office equivalent. That's why I'm so excited for Zendaya and I really hope Challengers does well, because that will make a really unique accomplishment that none of her peers have gotten to yet - her being a draw in both IP and original properties. I don't want to speak too soon but I really feel like especially seeing Sydney's movie having success, Challengers could be huge for its genre for Z.

Whew girl...this was a LOT!

Anyway.... I'll try not to be too lengthy in my response... But here it goes... I know it's a kid's movie, but I think we need to also realize that NOT all kid's movies do well at the box office lol. 😅 I think people forget that. Especially if it doesn't have the studio DISNEY attached to it. Let's be real. Yea, "Wish" came out earlier, but it was still out around the same time that "Wonka" came out, and also "Migration". People had OPTIONS. Parents didn't HAVE to take their children to see "Wonka". Yea, it's a kid's movie, but parents still gotta wanna be interested too lol. 😅

RE: Zendaya... Zendaya has been in IP films before (i.e. Spider-Man), but "Challengers" will be the FIRST film where she's playing a LEAD role, and the film has nothing to do with a popular IP (or sequel). So, I'm really excited about how it's going to do! 😃 I honestly think the film will do better than most people expect? Given how well Sydney and Glen's rom-com is doing, I think Zendaya's film will be a good box office draw as well. Zendaya is SUPER huge and popular. Like, I think it's good to take that into consideration as well. She's a bigger name than most of the other actors you have mentioned in your post.

Some people have films do well box-office wise simply because they're SOOOO famous and everyone loves them to death, so people will support whatever they do. There's nothing wrong with that either! I'm actually more impressed with those who can be a box office draw even despite not being hugely famous or popular, but simply because the film was a GOOD and well-made film, and people just liked the actor in the role, even if they don't really know them all that well. To me, those successes are really like, wow.... Okay... You're really doing something here.

Lastly...... Look, I know some of you all hate Timmy in here, but I don't think we need to UNDERmine the success of the "Wonka" movie y'all lol.... 😅 It's doing really well! I don't see anything wrong with that.... It was always going to be a film that came out around Christmas.🤷🏾‍♀️

[ronaldanthony4]

I’ve been at it again, creating digital art—and this time, I went back to the drawing board for some fan art. There’s something magical about taking a beloved character from the screen and breathing life into her on my digital canvas. My latest piece? It’s none other than Luna, the spunky and science-loving protagonist of "Earth to Luna." With her vibrant personality and curious nature, Luna was a joy to recreate in my artistic style. The process of capturing her essence and bringing her to life in a new way was truly inspiring.

Luna is such a unique character to illustrate, and I had so much fun bringing her to life. Her long, black hair flows neatly into two pigtails, bouncing with her every move. I paid special attention to her bangs, which framed her lively face like a pair of delicate curtains. Luna sports a dark navy-blue dress, cinched at the waist with a bold vermilion belt fastened with a lime green rectangular buckle. Beneath the dress peeks a vibrant red skirt, adding a playful touch of colour to her look. Her knee-high black boots, sturdy and practical, hint at her readiness to dive into her next adventure, whether it's exploring muddy fields or marching through grassy plains. And let me not forget her expressive eyes—those wide, sparkling orbs that radiate curiosity and an insatiable thirst for knowledge.

For anyone who doesn’t know her, Luna is the heart and soul of "Earth to Luna," a delightful children’s educational show that celebrates science and exploration. At just six years old, she’s already a budding scientist. What I love most about her character is how she embodies both the wonder of childhood and the discipline of scientific inquiry. But Luna isn’t just about experiments and facts—she has quirks. Scepticism is one of them. While she’s all about uncovering the world's mysteries, she’s quick to raise an eyebrow at anything non-scientific, like monsters, ghosts, or magic.

Interestingly, Luna wasn’t always the confident and outgoing girl we see on screen. She had a shy side when she was younger—a trait I relate to deeply. It’s inspiring to watch her grow, step out of her shell, and show us all what it means to follow your curiosity fearlessly. She’s not just a role model for kids; she’s a reminder for all of us to keep questioning and discovering. Luna's journey from a shy child to a confident explorer is a testament to the power of embracing curiosity. Her character is a beacon of encouragement for anyone hesitant to step out of their comfort zone and pursue their passions.

Luna’s adventures wouldn’t be complete without her family and friends. Her younger brother, Jupiter, is her constant companion. The two make quite the team, especially when Clyde, Jupiter’s playful little ferret, joins the mix. Luna’s kindness shines through in the way she looks out for her brother, always encouraging him to be curious and to join her in her experiments. Then there are her friends—Alice, Tom, and Igor—each bringing their energy and ideas to the group. Together, they form a lively and dynamic crew, always ready to dive into the unknown.

What I adore about Luna’s daily life is how seamlessly play and learning intertwine. After school, she and Jupiter turn their home into a science lab, conducting experiments with a blend of imagination and precision. Whether they’re figuring out how plants grow, why the sky is blue, or how sound travels, they approach every question with infectious enthusiasm. But it doesn’t stop there. At the end of the day, they host little “science shows” for their parents, proudly presenting their findings. It’s heartwarming to see how their parents encourage this creativity and curiosity, cheering them on from the sidelines.

When I was creating this artwork, I wanted to capture Luna’s essence—not just her appearance but her energy, her passion, and her joy. As I finished the piece, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Luna is more than just a character; she’s a symbol of wonder and discovery, reminding us all to keep asking questions and never stop learning. Looking at the finished artwork, I hope it inspires others the way Luna inspires me. It’s a small tribute to a character who has brought so much joy and knowledge into the lives of children and adults alike.

[rootclan-alone]

CW: Death

Moon 21

The kits had finally moved into their own nests in what Duck had finally figured out was the medicine den, they were maturing so much faster than he expected, and soon he knew they'd be itching to go outside, more than they ever did as young kits. Before he leaves, Duck gifts Whispkit a piece of his fur to put in the tom kit's nest, knowing how much he missed him when he went out.

...

Whilst out hunting, Duck decided that it would be a good idea to disguise his scent, to make it easier. He hadn't forgotten about the beasts, perhaps it would disguise him from them as well. He couldn't think of much though, or find anything to accomplish his goal, but the hunt goes well either way.

Moon 22

It comes to him in a dream, that his kits are old enough now to become apprentices. Daisyknoll so-called hopes for one of them to turn down the path of a medicine cat, but Duck knows his children, and knows that they've waited too long to get out and fight, not get stuck treating injuries. He'd done his best to subtly sway either of them, but it didn't work, and he wasn't going to force anything. So, with only him available he took both children under his wing, to mentor them, and prepare them for the world. He hesitated in taking them outside, standing at the camp's exit with the two kits- apprentices, Whisppaw and Brookpaw, bickering behind him.

Eventually, he leads them out anyway. The first time, it doesn't go so well, Whisppaw is too enthusiastic and picks a fight with a rogue that Duck had seen way too often and chased away way too often. He ended up bruised, but the rogue was far worse off once Duck was through with them.

It took several days and begging from both apprentices before he finally took them both out again for some training.

...

And of course, the two apprentices spiral into bickering, this time less playful and more of a proper disagreement. They turn to their father after some time, who simply stares at them with tired eyes. He'd never liked picking sides, so his attempts at smoothing them both down fails, the words catching. It was the nerves too, at least their arguing was a good excuse for him to get them home sooner rather than later.

Moon 23

Duck was well aware that dogs were becoming more and more common in the area, those from the city slowly moving outward toward safer ground. As a result, he'd been more than cautious about going out, especially when it came to training his kids. He'd been right to be cautious, it seemed. It was never a good idea, but he had to scout ahead, to make sure that their training area was safe, he'd done it time and time again and always been quick, nothing had gone wrong. Then he heard screaming, and suddenly his heart was in his mouth and he was moving faster than he ever had in his life.

Duck didn't even need to think or register the blood splattered across the frozen ground before he threw himself at the dog attacking his son, yowling and screeching, claws digging deep into its body. It yelped and barked but Duck never let go, shredding its skin into ribbons, vision turned red with rage. At some point, the dog finally managed to shake him, turning tail and fleeing. Duck got up to give chase when the wails of Brookpaw broke through his anger, where his heart had previously been in his mouth now it was in his paws, time seemed to slow when he turned around to take in the scene.

Whisppaw lay unmoving, leg twisted at an odd angle, covered in spatters of blood. Brookpaw stood over him, sobbing, blood spattering her fur too. Duck couldn't breathe. Then he saw Whisppaw's body rise, it was hard to see and faint, but where Duck couldn't breathe Whisppaw was. Panicked, Duck sprung forward, sparing no words for his daughter as he carefully picked Whisppaw up and started running back toward camp, only being able to hope that Brookpaw would follow. His son had to survive, he had to.

Moon 24

Brookpaw hadn't spoken to him since the incident. It had been a whole moon, and Whisppaw still hadn't recovered. Duck was doing his best with what limited knowledge he had, but nothing seemed to work. He prayed for Daisyknoll to come to him in a dream, to advise him, tell him what to do, but there was nothing but silence. He cursed her out, looking down upon his son's prone form, the wound on his leg festering. Infection was growing in his bones, Duck could smell it, and there was nothing he could do. There was nothing he could do to make Brookpaw feel better either, even if he had the energy, she felt it was her fault.

Duck slumped down next to his son, nose buried into his hot fur. They could survive a moon without hunting, for now, he needed to rest and ensure that his son got better.

Moon 25

Duck still couldn't believe it. He knew it was coming, had sensed it, but when he woke up that morning to see Whisppaw still, entirely still this time, it broke him. He'd laid there for what felt like hours, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. He needed to tell Brookpaw... He couldn't do this. Perhaps it would've been better if he'd died with his twoleg when the beasts attacked. A shiver travelled down his spine, a new presence pressing into his side, it wasn't Brookpaw, it felt different. Closing his eyes, he knew it was him.

"I'm so sorry Whisppaw.."

The presence shifted, and then it was gone, just like that. Duck wiped his tears with a swipe of his paw and got to his feet, sparing Whisppaw's body with one last look before pushing out of the den to find his daughter. When he told her the news, Brookpaw completely broke, wailing into his chest. It broke Duck's heart to have to listen to his daughter's cries, but he did his best to comfort her, that was all he could do.

They would find a nice place to bury Whisppaw later, for now, they just needed each other.

[askthefuturegleeks]

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OOC INFORMATION

NAME: Pari

AGE: 28

PRONOUNS: She/Her

SHIPS: Chemistry

ANTI-SHIPS: Forced

BASIC IC INFORMATION

NAME: Finn Christopher Hudson

BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC: August 24/Virgo

CURRENT OCCUPATION: Physical Education Teacher and Glee Club Coachee we at McKinley High School

CURRENT LOCATION: Lima, OH

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

FC: Chad Michael Murray

TWITTER POST

@FINNHUDSON5: to the person who invented nerds gummy clusters - i hope you got a fat raise and both sides of your pillow are always cold #bestcandyever

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONS

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1.) What did you want to do with your life when you were younger? What would the child version of yourself think about the path you paved for yourself?

Growing up I always wanted to be a Fireman. I mean what kid doesn’t go through that phase at some point in their life, right? I used to go into stores wearing one of those red fireman helmet things because I would cry if my Mom tried to make me take it off.

But I think if my child self could see me now I think, well I hope, they’d see that I was happy and I was helping people. I’m not fighting fires but I am helping kids to discover something about themselves they might not have known before. Sort of like me.

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2.) What is your proudest accomplishment? Don’t be afraid to talk about what it took to achieve it and how you feel about it as well.

Probably graduating college. I think after being the Army, getting discharged, then being super lost in life for a while and not really knowing what to do, I sort of found my path when Mr. Schue let me take over for him leading the Glee Club. I realized how much I really loved it and teaching was what I loved to do. Freshman year was really hard for me, I had a tough time staying focused and stuff. But eventually I got the hang of it and I’m totally proud of myself for that.

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3.) If you could do anything you wanted for one whole day, what would it be and why?

I’d say probably play the drums with Dave Grohl, who was the drummer for Nirvana and he’s the lead singer for Foo Fighters - if you didn’t know. That would be insane. OH or play catch with Tom Brady because he’s the GOAT!

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WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

After graduating from McKinley, Finn joined the Army as a way to honor his father’s service. Though that didn’t exactly go to plan as he was cleaning his gun when it accidentally fired and shot himself through the thigh leaving him semi-honorably discharged. When he broke up with Rachel after a visit with her in New York, Finn was lost. His only option was to return home and work at Burt’s mechanic shop until Mr. Schue allowed him to come back to McKinley and become Assistant Director of the school musical, “Grease” . When Mr. Schue leaves Finn takes over as the coach of New Directions where, after a few misteps, Finn finds himself a new passion and love for teaching. He decides he’s going to go to the University of Lima and receive a degree in teaching. After going through his party phase Freshman year, Finn found a way to establish himself and graduate with a degree in education where he would put it to use after being hired as a Physical Education teacher at McKinley and reprising his coaching job of the New Directions. He’s yet to win Nationals as their coach but he’s won a few Regionals.

[briamichellewrites]

22

I love you. It was a short time between just being friends to getting engaged but Brie and Mike didn’t regret their decision. He wanted to save her from Brad and other men who would break her heart. It wasn’t about her inheritance or her connections, but genuine love. He found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. If he didn’t propose to her, then she would have dated other guys and he would be the one she cried to when they hurt her.

He loved her so much. They were going to start a family together. Or, that’s what they were trying for. They were back home after spending a week in Tokyo. She visited her doctor, who recommended a diet to increase her fertility. If after a year she still wasn’t pregnant, she should visit a specialist to see what was going on. Before their wedding, they had their fertility tested.

They were both healthy and should be able to get pregnant without any complications. She tried not to stress about it because she would only become obsessed. That wasn’t good for her mental health. They made time for each other every night and she tracked her fertility on an app.

Bruce, Patti, and their children had gone home after spending the rest of the week visiting friends. They had a great time visiting with Jon and Dorothea; and Tom and Rita. Rita mentioned how wonderful the reception was. She and Tom were able to talk to her husband and a couple of their friends. How did they do it? Patti told them how anxious Brie had been during the planning process. She eventually got help for her depression.

She was on medication and was seeing a psychiatrist. How did she meet Mike? Bruce told the story as he understood it. From what Brie mentioned, it was at a boring Hollywood party. She was about to leave when she ran into him – not literally. They laughed. With Brie being who she was, they started talking. He then invited her to hang out with him and his band.

He eventually asked her out on a date. They were together for a while before deciding not to pursue a relationship. Bruce covered his face with his hands, making them laugh. Tom asked him what the hell happened. He admitted to having them break up because he didn’t like their age differences. The next thing he knew, they were engaged. He apologized to Mike for misjudging him and he was forgiven. Mike was the perfect guy for her because he was patient and slow to anger.

He was also respectful and driven. Where was his family from? His father’s side was from Japan. They were deciding between Tokyo or Paris for their honeymoon before deciding on Tokyo because of the warmer weather. He was fluent in Japanese, so he was going to be her translator.

“He’s in a band?”

“Yeah, I don’t remember the name of it. His band members love Brie like a little sister. They look out for her and they joke around with her. Mike is the co-owner of their record label. He is also a songwriter, rapper, and music producer. I spent time with them. They all work together and nobody has a definite role in the group. Every decision is made by all of them talking about it. Though, they all agreed Mike was the man in charge”, Jon said.

“You could learn from them”, Dorothea mentioned.

“That’s what I said.”

They laughed. Rita looked Mike up on google. Linkin Park. They were a band from Agoura Hills, California. Yeah, that sounded correct. They were not just a band. They were brothers. Marriage was hard work. Brie had never been in a full-term relationship, so they all knew she probably had no idea what she was getting herself into.

They couldn’t break up after a fight. Instead, they had to work together. Having kids was going to be even harder, especially with their careers. They all hoped they would wait before getting pregnant. With Mike’s age, it was likely he didn’t want to wait until she was older. She was not going to be a submissive housewife. He didn’t want that. What he wanted was for her to be herself. He wanted to celebrate her accomplishments and help her through her disappointments.

The band continued working while they were in Tokyo. He was impressed by how much they got done. Joe joked about struggling every step of the way. They laughed. How was Tokyo? It was amazing! She was very interested in trying out new experiences and food. They visited an art museum, historical landmarks, and a hedgehog cafe. He even was able to get her to try sushi.

Did she like it? She did, surprisingly! They also did a couple’s spa and of course, shopping. It was very relaxing. On their next vacation, she wanted to take him to Paris or somewhere else in France. The hedgehog café was one of the most adorable things they ever did. For thirty minutes, they were able to play with the little animals. They also paid for food for them.

It took them a while to get comfortable with them. Once they were, they climbed inside their perfectly sized hands. Their quills were relaxed, so they were able to pet them without getting hurt. After the time was over, they put them back in their carriers and gave them to the cashier. Arigatō. Their honeymoon was the best vacation he ever took. For seven days, it was just the two of them. He found himself falling more in love with her.

brielikethecheese: Guys, stop trying to make fetch happen! It’s not going to happen! #dogsofinstagram

Baxter and Misty were back home with their humans. We missed you, humans! They did have fun with Chester and his kids, but they were also very happy to be home. Their toys and everything were at home. Misty pawed at Mike. Human, I’m hungry. He looked at the time. Okay, they could have some food. Once their bowls were full, they started eating happily. Thank you, human!

He went to check on Brie, who was upstairs in the bathroom. She was throwing up. He walked in as she was flushing the toilet. After helping her up from the floor, they went to the sink where she rinsed out her mouth with water. They then went into their bedroom and sat down on the bed. Was she okay? Was it something she ate on the plane? She didn’t think it was a stomach bug or food poisoning. Her mind started racing, as she thought about the possibility she was pregnant.

“Oh, my god.”

“What?”

“Fucking… I had no fucking idea it would work this fast!”

“Brie, what the hell are you talking about?”

I’m pregnant! He looked at her in disbelief. How did she know? She didn’t know for sure but she was supposed to get her period while they were in Tokyo. He got up with his jaw dropped. Oh my god! She started crying tears of happiness while he hugged her.

They would have to get it confirmed by a doctor but all her symptoms pointed to her being pregnant. Daddy. He was going to be a daddy! She would call for the soonest available appointment the following day, as the office was already closed. He kissed her forehead. She asked him not to say anything until they knew for sure. He promised.

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[metaphysical-fisticuffs]

Franky only agreed to go on a supply run with Iceburg if they could go in ~~~ style~~~~

[spideyobsessed]

Tired | T.H.

tom holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: Your relationship with Tom takes a toll when the fame becomes too much.

Read the sequel here!

“Do you ever get tired of it, Tom?”

“Get tired of what, darling?”

You strain your neck to look at your boyfriend, who is laying behind you.

“The fame.” You tell him.

He locks his phone while chuckling at you, but you know it’s out of confusion.

“I do, but only sometimes. It’s not that bad.” He answers you simply, failing to realize how upset you are.

You offer him a weak smile and roll back over into your previous position, “I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from auditioning.”

He laughs at your words again, sparking a hint of annoyance in you this time.

“You don’t mean that.” He snorts.

“Yes I do. I mean it with every ounce in me. I’m tired.”

“Exactly” he continues, “You’re just tired, so that means it’s time for bed.”

He chuckles innocently before leaning over your body to place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“You’ll feel better in the morning. Goodnight, my love.”

You let out a quick sigh, “Goodnight.”

Hours of tossing and turning go by until you’re finally able to numb your mind and get some rest.

It was all pure and naive in the beginning.

You wanted to be in movies. You wanted to make people laugh and cry and really feel things with your words and your actions.

Pure.

Most of all, you wanted to be remembered, to be one of the greats, to be admired in a way that not many people can achieve. You wanted your name to live on for decades, even centuries, after you’ve left this earth.

You wanted to make a change in the world with your acting, to inspire anyone and everyone. Wanted... past tense.

Naive.

You know if you ever told anyone this, they would think you’re absolutely insane. Who wouldn’t want fame and fortune? Who would give it up if they were lucky enough to acquire that? You fear coming off incredibly ungrateful for wanting to throw away something a lot of people spend their whole lives trying to accomplish.

The sun shining through the curtains wakes you up. Right next to you is your amazing and wonderful boyfriend, Tom.

His back is towards you, but he still looks better than ever. His hair all ruffled, his breathing is steady, pajama pants low on his hips. A small smile breaks out on your lips as you reach over and begin to gently scratch his back.

Your smile is quick to disappear as you keep thinking about him. More specifically, how you met.

“Tom Holland and Y/n L/n, back to the audition room please. Everyone else is free to go. Thank you for your time.” A lady’s voice calls.

It feels as if all eyes are on you, faces full of disappointment and envy. Well, all but one face.

‘He must be that Tom Holland kid.’ You think to yourself.

The boy with curly brunette hair shoots you a wide smile and an awkward thumbs up. The tension in the room immediately dissolves. You laugh and return the thumbs up as you both rise to make your way back to the room.

Once you’re back in the room, you and Tom stand side by side while you wait for further instructions.

“Okay, you two. We really enjoyed watching you portray these characters to the best of your abilities. Now we want to do a chemistry test.” The lady explains.

“But not without me!” A strange man pops into the room from a different door you entered through.

Tom jumps and you let out a small yelp. It takes a few seconds for you to realize that the man was none other than Robert Downey Jr.

“Oh my god!” Your mouth speaks before your brain can tell you not to.

“Were you in that room the whole time?” Tom questions. You look over to him and you’re pleased to see that he is just as amazed and starstruck as you.

Robert takes a seat as the lady laughs and explains, “Mr. Downey insisted on listening in for the auditions and helping us choose who will be casted as Spider-man and Silk.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest. As if this audition wasn’t already nerve racking enough!

Despite what’s running through your head, you go on with the audition and absolutely nail it. The connection and chemistry between you and Tom was stellar.

“I think we just found our Peter Parker and Cindy Moon.” Robert says nonchalantly while fixing his tie and getting up to leave the room.

You stand there with your jaw dropped, utterly dumbfounded. Tom lets out a loud cheer and yanks you into a tight, celebratory hug.

“I did it.” You mumble under your breath.

“Ouch, Y/n!” Says an all too familiar British accent.

You snap out of your thoughts and look over at Tom, whose back has ferocious red scratch marks all over. You gasp and hurriedly prop yourself up on your elbow.

“Oh Tom, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize I started scratching so hard. Are you okay?!” You begin to panic.

Instantly, however, the panic whisks itself away when Tom turns around with a mischievous smirk. “Ya know if you wanna leave marks all over me, all you have to do is ask right?”

He turns over completely, and without missing a beat, shifts to hover over you. Your breath hitches at the sight. His broad, muscular shoulders. His messy hair. His raspy, sleepy voice. You can’t even remember what was worrying you five seconds ago.

“Is right now a good time?” You bat your eyes and drag your hands down his chest.

Tom’s eyes darken and he leans down so his lips are only inches from yours. “Right now is perfect, baby.”

In seconds, the two of you are engulfed in a passionate kiss. Your hands wander wherever they can, grasping at each other desperately. His entire weight is on you now, but you don’t mind.

You tug at his hair, causing him to release a low moan into your mouth. This only revs you up more.

With all your might, you push Tom off of you. One swift movement and now you’re on top. Excitement courses through your body as you feel his hands move lower and lower and lower. You finally disconnect the kiss, both of you breathing heavily.

You grab the bottom of your shirt and lift over your head. It’s discarded to the floor as you lean back down to continue kissing your boyfriend.

Unfortunately, that’s as far as you can make it before Tom’s phone begins to ring. You groan and reluctantly slug off of him, but still cuddle into his side.

“Alan, what’s up?” He greets, trying his best not to sound out of breath.

A heavy feeling of dread spreads throughout your chest. It’s Tom’s manager, and that can only mean one thing.

“Yeah, I can be there earlier. It’s no problem.” Tom continues, rubbing a hand over his face

You close your eyes, already feeling tears threatening to spill over. The two of you start a two week press tour leading up to the Avengers: Endgame premiere with the Marvel cast today. Since day one is in LA, where you live, you don’t have to be up and ready so early.

Or so you thought.

“Yup, she’s right here. I’ll pass along the message. Yeah, see ya.” Tom ends the call.

He gives you a sympathetic look before telling you what his manager said. “There was some kind of mishap with the venue, so they need us to come in an hour early.”

Wordlessly, you take a look at your phone to check the time.

“So in 30 minutes.” You say in a monotone voice, obviously unamused.

All he can do is shake his head yes and apologize, even though it isn’t his fault. You feel the tears coming on again so you lay there with your eyes shut, hoping Tom will suggest skipping the press today and just staying home. All you want to do today is lay down and cuddle and watch horrible romance movies with him.

But of course, all you’re met with is another phone call. This time coming from your phone. You pick it up with frustration and check the caller ID.

“Julia”. It’s your manager.

You quickly click the green button and press the phone to your ear. You’re not in the mood for greetings or for putting on a front, which you’ve been doing a lot here recently.

“I already know, Julia. Thanks.” You say plainly, hanging up before she even got a chance to say good morning.

Tom sits up to get a better view of your face. “Y/n, don’t you think that was a little rude?”

You try to avoid his glare to keep from crying, but to no avail. You look at him, confusion and dismay etched all over his face, and you break down.

He shushes you while pulling you into this arms. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Tom asks you in a softer tone this time.

You try answering him, but the words aren’t able to form. All you can do it is lay there, crying in his arms as he rubs small circles on your back and places sweet kisses on the top of your head.

Tom lays there comforting you until you calm down and catch your breath. “Y/n, I’m starting to get worried. Please tell me what’s going on.” He whispers.

You sniffle and wipe your bloodshot eyes. Tears well up in Tom’s eyes at the sight of you so upset, and he doesn’t try to hide it. It hurts him to see the love of his life hurting, especially when he doesn’t know what to do about it.

“I’m just tired, Tom.” You don’t dare to say that above a whisper. The sound of your voice cracking will only worsen the lump in your throat.

When he doesn’t respond, you continue to explain. “I feel drained. Like mentally exhausted. A-And I..”

“You what, love?” He encourages.

“And I want to stay home today. With you. Can we please skip today and just lay with each other?” You practically beg him.

An even deeper frown forms on Tom’s lips when you finish your plead. He gingerly grabs your chin with his hand and leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. He looks you in the eye and says, “I would love nothing more than that, but-“

You cut him off with a groan, “But nothing, Tom. Please. I can’t do it today, I just can’t.”

“Y/n, it’s our job. It’ll only be for a couple of hours today, and then the next two weeks will go by like that.” He snaps his fingers.

You lie there in defeat, accepting there was no way to change his mind. Instead of arguing back, you muster up the best smile you can and start to get ready for the day.

Little did either of you know, this was the beginning of the end.

. . .

Two weeks felt like two years. You tried your best to have fun with the cast, but it all felt so forced. And you hated yourself for that. You just can’t help it.

Your heart isn’t in it anymore, and what makes matters even worse is that you don’t know why. You don’t know what shifted and when.

You’re faking your way through the last interview of the press tour, finally. Fake smiles, fake laughs, fake enthusiasm. You may be tired of acting, but you’re damn good at it.

“Y/n and Tom, you were both only 19 years old when you got the parts of Cindy and Peter. That’s the youngest to ever be casted as superheroes in a Marvel film.” The interviewer sets up his question, “What kind of pressure did that come with?”

You and Tom trade a look to see who should answer first. Clearing his throat, Tom takes the lead.

“Personally, I struggled with making the character my own. As we all know, Peter Parker has already been played by other amazing actors, and I really wanted to differentiate myself from them.” He begins, capturing the attention of everyone in the room with ease.

“There was also the fact that, at such a young age, we had to work alongside big names like Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans... not so much Sebastian Stan or Anthony Mackie, but you get what I’m saying.”

The cast and interviewer laugh loudly at Tom’s diss towards Seb and Mackie, something that everyone had to deal with for an entire two weeks.

When the laughter dies down, the interviewer turns towards you. “And Y/n, what about you?”

You forget that you’re not watching from the sidelines for a second. “Oh right! Um my experience was a little different from Tom’s. While he had to work on making his own version of Peter Parker, I had to completely start from scratch. As far as I know, Cindy Moon has not been displayed on camera before so bringing her to life definitely wasn’t easy.”

“These two are so humble. I could never.” Robert chimes in, no doubt making everyone laugh.

“It may not have been easy, but you definitely made it work! Word on the street is Silk might get her own show. This is a first for Marvel! How does that feel?”

You take a glance at your manager to make sure this was actually public knowledge you can speak on. When you see that she doesn’t seem worried, you continue. “I feel honored, but I don’t know if that’s something I’m interested in.” You chuckle awkwardly.

Every head in the room snaps in your direction. “What? Why wouldn’t you be interested?” Tom asks you seriously.

“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about taking a break. Ya know, some me time.” You say jokingly.

All kinds of looks are being shared throughout the room, and you know you are going to hear it from Julia once the interview is over. None of that bothers you though. What’s really bothering you is the look on Tom’s face. You can’t tell if he’s disappointed, sad, or worried.

“Why would you do that?” He questions you once more.

You can feel the air in the room thicken. This could easily take a turn for the worst considering you’re on camera, so you know you need to lighten the mood and fast.

“Well isn’t it obvious? I want there to be room for Bucky to have his own show.” You blurt.

Sebastian smiles wildly and cheers. “I agree!” He leans over to give you a high five.

“Ugh, what about me?!” Hemsworth scoffs.

Scarlett chimes in, “Oh please. Like Thor needs a show.”

The cast let their comments erupt through the room, for sure taking the attention away from you and Tom. He reaches over and takes your hand in his, his expression still unreadable. God, how you wish you could read his mind.

“Are you okay?” He mouths.

In response, you give him a shrug and it’s the most truthful you’ve been in two weeks. You don’t know if you’re okay. The only thing you can repeat over and over again in your head is “I’m tired.”

Tom gives you a sympathetic smile, rubbing small circles into your hand with his thumb. He peeks over at the cast, who are now debating who the superior avenger is. When he sees they aren’t paying proper attention to either of you, he leans over to whisper in your ear. “We can talk about it at the hotel, love.”

You take a deep breath and try to focus on him instead of the fact that your eyes are starting to tear up. “I’d really like that.” You whisper back, collecting yourself.

“Well Y/n, break or no break, I hope to be seeing more of you and Cindy Moon.” The interviewer speaks, quieting down the cast.

The lump in your throat keeps you from answering verbally so all you do is nod your head with a polite smile.

“Yeah, me too.” You hear Tom mumble under his breath.

It’s the next day, and you’re up eating breakfast with Tom before you have to start getting ready for the premiere.

“Darling, I feel like we should talk about last night.” He speaks up.

Last night, you and Tom talked about what’s been on your mind. Although you explained what is wrong, in great detail, it seemed like Tom still didn’t quite understand. He tried his best to comfort and support you in the moment, but something didn’t feel right. There was definitely something off.

To make a long story short, you dropped the subject and ended up crying in the shower instead.

“No, it’s okay. We really don’t need to.” You tell him.

He shoots you a weak, apologetic grin before looking down and pushing his food around with a fork.

“So uh.. do you have a date for the premiere?” You tease, aching to kill the tension in the room.

Tom chuckles and sets down his fork. “I’m going with my girlfriend actually. Y/n L/n, ever heard of her?” He plays along.

“Hm doesn’t ring a bell.”

“That’s your loss then, mate. She’s absolutely gorgeous, too smart for her own good, talented beyond compare..” Tom praises while slowly inching closer and closer to your face.

“And 100% mine.” He finished, grabbing your face to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips.

You giggle as he starts to leave kisses all over your face, making dramatic “mwah” sounds in the process.

“Okay, Tom! Okay!” You manage to say in between laughs.

He finally stops, “You’re gonna look absolutely gorgeous tonight, princess.”

Your heart does a backflip at the sound of his new nickname for you.

Tom takes a shower first, knowing he will likely be quick. While you wait, you step out onto the balcony of your hotel room. You take a seat on one of the comfy chairs, close your eyes, and soak up the sunlight and breezy air. You listen as the birds sing a little tune and pretend they’re doing it just for you.

For a moment, you’re just you. Not the famous Y/n L/n. You forget all about the stress that comes with a movie premiere, you forget about last night, you forget about the chance of being seen by paparazzi or fans right now, and you forget that the love of your life is famous too.

You’re just you. Tom is just Tom. And for once, life is sweet. You know this contentment you’re feeling is temporary, and that this is simply the calm before the storm. It frightens you, but you decide not to fight it this time. You’re tired of fighting. You’re done.

. . .

The tour was finally over, and all you wanted was to have a nice, relaxing time with Tom. Actually, it’s all you needed.

After being home for a couple of weeks, you suggest to him that you should go out on a date or maybe stay in and watch movies while cuddling with Tess. You just wanted to do something normal and laid back with him, anything. Tom agrees, but of course with your luck lately, it didn’t quite go as planned.

“I still don’t understand what the big fucking deal is.” You curse at Tom. You storm in through the front door, throwing your purse on the couch and stomping upstairs.

Tom does the same with his jacket before following you, “You know how I feel about PDA. The paparazzi were literally right there.” He argues back.

You don’t answer him, and instead try slamming the door in his face, but he’s quicker than you. Fuming with anger and hurt, you continue to stomp into the bathroom connected to your bedroom. You undo your hair and start to take off your jewelry and makeup.

“Are you just going to ignore me now?” Tom asks as he stands behind you.

Without saying a word, you look up at him from the mirror and then back down. You carry on removing your makeup.

You hear Tom let out a dry laugh, “That’s great. It’s whatever at this point, Y/n.” Hearing him call you by your name instead of his usual pet names sent a sting to your heart.

“I know you’ve been having a rough time recently, but I’ve had enough of the drama that comes along with it.” He spits and walks out of the bathroom.

“Oh really? You’ve had enough?” You fire back, trailing behind him.

He tries to leave the room, but you slam the door shut and step in front of him. “Well imagine how I feel, Tom.”

You look each other in the eye and for a second, you feel a sense of peace. That’s something you’ve always felt when you’re with him; when you’re staring into his soul.

But only for a second. You weren’t sure what it was, but something changed. For the first time in a very long time, you don’t know who’s staring back at you.

“Trust me, I know how you feel.” He rolls his eyes and turns his back towards you. He absentmindedly begins to change his clothes.

His words cause you to raise your eyebrows, almost amused at his audacity. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” You challenge.

Tom looks at you with pursed lips, clearly frustrated. He truly tries his best to hold back and not argue, but it’s too late. There’s no taking anything back.

“You’re tired, right? That’s always your excuse when something like this happens. You’re just tired.”

Physically and emotionally, you’re taken aback by his words. You feel like breaking down and apologizing for being so difficult, but you don’t. You don’t know why, which seems to be a common theme as of lately.

You stand your ground, “I am tired. It’s not an excuse, it’s the truth.”

“Tired of what, Y/n?!” Tom shouts. “The fame? The money? The endless amount of praise?”

“Yes, Tom!! I’m tired of the fame. I’m tired of having no privacy and constant scheduling. I’m sick of the praise, especially because I feel like I don’t fucking deserve it. And I’m tired of you looking at me and treating me like an idiot every time I try to explain this.”

You don’t have the energy to hold the tears in anymore. You let them fall freely while maintaining your stony exterior.

“All I wanted was to kiss my boyfriend tonight.”

Usually, this is when Tom breaks. One teardrop and you’re wrapped sweetly in his arms until you’re done crying. Not this time though. He can be as stubborn as you.

He takes a step closer to you, “Taking whatever this is out on me isn’t going to make your life any better. Have you ever thought about how this affects me?”

“This isn’t about you!”

“Like hell it is! Now there are pictures out there of you going in for a kiss and me pushing you away. The fans have noticed you looking all sad during interviews and at the premiere, and they’re blaming that shit on me!” Tom is practically yelling in your face now.

“Supposedly, I’m a shitty boyfriend for not being able to keep you happy, when in reality you’re just insecure and scared to be in the spotlight all of the sudden.”

His words cut you open like a knife. He’s never spoken to you with such cruelty and resentment. It hurts, and you want to hurt him even more.

You press your hands on his chest and give him one great shove, expanding the distance between the two of you. “You are a shitty boyfriend, Tom Holland. A good boyfriend would never make me feel like this for being unhappy with MY life.”

At this point, the stream of tears was endless, the man in front of you joining the crying fest.

“If my ‘insecurities’ are making your life so damn hard, let me just fix it for you. We’re over.” You spit out before you have the chance to think it through.

Tom’s expression immediately softens, his body language changes drastically.

“W-What?” He stutters, more tears trickling down his face. “Baby, this is just one stupid argument. I-“

“This is more than just an argument, and you don’t get to call me that anymore. We’re done, Tom.” Your voice breaks.

He takes a step towards you again, only this time it’s more cautious. “Ba- Y/n. Please. We can’t just end like this.” He begins to plead.

Countering Tom’s movements, you take a step back.

“Please leave. I don’t care where you go just...” You suck in a harsh breath and avoid eye contact. You know that if you look at him, you’ll change your mind.

Not wanting to upset you further, Tom doesn’t say another word. He grabs a few of his things and he’s out the door. As soon as you hear the front door shut, you break down completely.

Neither of you speak to each other for three days. It’s the longest you’ve ever gone, even when you aren’t both busy with filming. This was really it. You two are done. As much as it hurts, you quickly begin to practice accepting it.

Tom is coming by today to pick up his belongings. You offered to be the one that moved out, but he insisted it should be him. You agree with him just to avoid another argument.

Once he shows up, the tension wasn’t awkward like you expected. Instead, it was somber. As if you were both mourning a loved one.

“Hi.” He manages to say a little bit above a whisper.

You can tell he hasn’t gotten much sleep. He can tell you’ve been crying nonstop. You were both a mess. It almost makes you not want to go through with this, but everything has already been set in motion.

You don’t respond, fearing that your voice is hoarse or even completely gone because of how much you’ve been crying. You simply step aside and let him in.

While Tom clears his stuff out, you sit on the floor in the living room with Tessa on your lap. You gently stroke her clean grey coat for possibly the last time, noticing that even she isn’t her usual happy and friendly self. She lets out a whimper or small cry every now and then. “I know, girl. I know.” You cry right back.

From a few feet in front of you, you hear Tom clear his throat. You wipe your face before looking up at him. He’s carrying two big boxes filled with his things, each item holding such a precious memory.

“This is crazy, Y/n. Why are we doing this?” Tom asks with a shaky voice and tearful eyes.

He sets down the boxes and sits next to you on the floor. The two of you never break eye contact, so many thoughts and emotions coursing through your bodies. It’s all so overwhelming. You want to shut down and stop existing. Just for a second, just until it gets easier.

But that’s not how life works.

Tom hesitantly reaches over to hold your hand. When you don’t flinch or pull away, he tightens his grip. “Why are we doing this?” He asks again.

You look down at your intertwined hands and then over at Tessa’s pouty face.

“I love you, Tom.” is all you can manage for a second.

Feeling more hopeful, Tom pecks the back of your hand and holds it to his chest, right over his heart. You can feel it beating violently. “I love you, too” He whispers.

“But I don’t want to be in the spotlight anymore, and as long as I’m with you, I can’t escape it. I can’t even kiss you outside of our home without it being photographed.” You further explain, your voice cracking with almost every word.

“Please no. I’ll do anything, baby. Please! I’ll give up the fame, if it means we can be together. T-That’s all I want. It’s all I’ll ever want.” Tom bargains.

His words forced more tears than you thought was possible to pour from your eyes. As ideal as that sounds, you know pulling Tom away from his career would solve one problem and add another. He wouldn’t be happy, and that’s the last thing you want.

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, I’m offering. I’ll give up everything I love just for you.”

You continuously shake your head no and in a more stern voice you say, “I’m not letting you do that, Tom.”

He sits there looking at you with bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip, “But I love you. It’s been me and you against the world for six years now, we’ve always been inseparable. You can’t expect me to just go on without you.”

You sniffle and hide your face. You should’ve known he wasn’t going to make it that easy. “Tom, Please.” You beg through your muffled voice.

“No, Y/n.” He grabs your face with both of his hands and brings you into a long passionate kiss. You allow it, already accepting the fact that this is going to be your last one. You’re going to miss his lips.

“You feel that?” Tom asks when he breaks the connection, “Sparks. Electricity. Every single time we kiss. I can taste the entire universe when I put your lips on mine. It’s like I’m holding everything genuine and precious when I hold your hands. That big smile that I used to wake up to every morning is what puts air in my lungs. You make me so happy, and all I want is to do the same thing for you. Please give me another chance to do the same thing for you. Please.” Desperation drips from his voice.

“If you want to make me happy, then you have to let me go. Maybe we’ll find our way back to each other one day. We have to, because it will always and forever be me and you against the world.” Your words are barely audible, but each one suffocated Tom.

The silence in your once shared living room was deafening. Your heartbeat and the steady clicking of the clock on your wall being the only detectable sounds for what seemed like forever.

Tom sniffles, finally coming to terms with reality. “I’ll let you go then. But just know that, in the back of my mind, you’ll always be mine. I’m sorry we can’t fix this, Y/n.”

“I’m sorry we let it break in the first place.” You cry before engulfing him in the last meaningful hug you will ever share.

Being in Tom’s arms is the one thing you never grew tired of. But after today, it’ll be the one thing you desire for the rest of your life.

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AAHHH MY FIRST ANGSTY FIC!! sorry for any typos!

I don’t think this will even hold a candle to The “Friendship” Test (it has 1,000+ notes, omg thank you!), but I hope you guys still enjoyed it!

Like always, positive feedback is always welcomed. I’m a lot better at writing fluff so I think there’s definitely room for improvement in the angst department.

Be sure to check out my Peter Parker series, Before It’s Too Late! Ch. 3 will be out soon!

Thank you for reading this far <3

[transmutationisms]

A food hate thing that I never see mentioned much is Shiv's "I've seen dad do the master cleanse, I can take him a little grouchy". Beyond the fact that my girl is just Lying about what she can handle again, it's interesting how both parents have such terrible relationships with food and it passing down to their kids.

okay i know i say this about every character but shiv's eating is so interesting to me

like the roys in general use food more for display purposes or as a power play than as actual sustenance. but even so there are differences: roman snacks a lot (often you get the sense he's avoiding or being excluded from actual meals) and kendall has a handful of really notable moments where he's literally At The Table with logan, and his eating/not eating ties very directly to whatever business or patricide he's trying to accomplish

with shiv it's genuinely hard to find clips of her eating. even at the dinner party at roman's place, her thing is taking a sip of wine after tom tells her to fuck off. she "can't eat" when she's watching kendall's press conference in 2x10, and she's not shown eating anything at caroline's in 'return' (even roman manages a bite of spinach). and yet in the beginning of 'chiantishire' when she's sick in bed, she's literally watching a cooking show like it makes me insane

i do think this is related to the way she has far fewer bathroom scenes than roman and kendall. shiv's body is either completely denied, or completely objectified ("it's only your teats that give you any value"; "it's like throwing so much cake batter at a brick wall"). like it's all connected it's logan and caroline denying themselves food or trying to control their bodies or using meals as signifiers of power and love and relationships. it's sort of an under-recognised aspect of the generational cycles on this show imo

[drunkonimagination]

hi!! hope you're doing okay! Your tags on the thomastair childhood friends to lovers post got me thinking about them again and I hope you don't mind me sharing ahh: one of the ways they're both so similar is how much they care for and are protective of their families. Imagine Tom training with Cordelia, two people with the same reckless drive to prove themselves who share this fierce love for one person, and asking her for pronunciation help when he starts learning Farsi, or poetry/book recs 1/?

AHHH HELLO

MORE THOMASTAIR CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU YES YES YES

anon. id be lying If i told you that i didn't spend this last week drawing them repeatedly like it was a matter of life and death. my mind is literally no thoughts, just thomastair childhood friends to lovers au

(this morning i even woke up with the purpose of finishing my little silly sketches and guess what? i added two more instead of polishing the old ones 😭 im too far gone)

anyway THIS. thank you so much for sharing, all these additions are gold

taking care of each other's family is thomastair's love language.

*crying*

no literally. this one sentence makes me so emotional bc i can totally see it. they just care so much about their families/friends (even thought they both like to fake annoyance at them and pretend it's not true), so seeing each other interact and feel safe around their respective close ones would make both of them so happy.

tom would easily befriend cordelia and he would definitely ask her for pronunciation help. then he would surprise alastair saying smth in his mother's language with perfect pronunciation making it appear totally casual (with poor success), but alastair wouldn't even notice bc his little heart would start beating so fast that he couldn't help but put the biggest smile on his face and ask thomas for more.

and alastair taking care of tom's friends/cousins and spending quality time with them? YES. i love everything you pointed out, especially about kit and alastair ahhh, im quite fond of their friendship and i bet they would have been such good friends if they met as kids!!

also i'll never stop believing in thomas/lucie friendship supremacy and as their bond is totally underrated so is the potential friendship between her and alastair. i just have this odd feeling that despite the very different personalities and attitudes they would get along great. pls, imagine little alastair giving her suggestions for the beautiful cordelia (especially when it comes to thomas's character) like 'no luce, i think the perfect role for tom is the knight! he's just so brave, kind, honest....you need to make him the knight!! and give him a nice armour too, okay? oh and don't make him eat celery in your story, you know he doesn't like it-'

jakdjsj okay im done, one more little addition bc i have too. what about their relationships with the adults too? like... little alastair being fascinated by sophie's immense strength and patience? him wanting to spend time with gideon bc he treats alastair with so much care and love that makes him want to cry?

thomas surprisingly befriending risa (feat that no child has ever accomplished before)? her finding tom the cutest and kindest child she's ever met and always slipping him sweets when no one is looking?

yes i think a lot about this.

[unwantedtomost]

it had been months — sebastian stan

sebastian stan x fem!reader

word count: 4,401 words

summery: it had been nine months since you and your first real long term boyfriend broke up. but as they say, time makes the heart grow fonder ... and it also made the lust build up.

warnings: angst, smut, thigh riding, cheating, kind of a breeding kink at the end, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

a/n: i have never actually posted a whole thing on here before, so i hope this goes well. i know my writing can improve, but it’s pretty good i would say. enjoy!

It had been months since you had broken up with your long-term boyfriend. Your first long-term boyfriend you had since you arrived to the Hollywood scene. Nine months, to be exact. The same amount of time it would have been to carry a child. A hypothetical child. The same hypothetical child that ruined your relationship in the first place.

“You don’t want kids?” Sebastian questioned as soon as you entered the shared apartment. The topic of children came up at dinner with your shared friends. You, offhandedly said: “God, no,” with a laugh, not giving it a second thought. Not till now.

“Not really,” you said as you unzipped your heeled boots. “I never really have, not since I was younger.”

“Never?” He asked, heart starting to beat heavier.

You looked up to him, concerned when you saw his face. It was the same face he had on every time you guys got in a face, mixed with disappointment, maybe even hurt. You smiled, trying to lighten the situation.

“Maybe not never,” you said, putting your shoes away. “But not at least for ten years, maybe even longer. I mean, I am only twenty-two. I would like a good life without children before bringing them into the mix.”

Your warm smile and calm demeanor did nothing to elevate the tension, something inside you saying it did the exact opposite. He looked serious and upset, a combination you never saw much.

“In ten years I’ll be almost fifty,” Sebastian states.

“So? Guys never really stop shooting out good rounds. All my parts will still be intact by that time too.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is it?” You were confused. Why was he acting like this?

“I shouldn’t be old enough to be the kid’s grandfather.”

Anger started to bubble up as well. This tone that he had made you pissed off. He was talking like you were stupid like you didn’t get what he was saying. The brassiness you had in general not helping your temper.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you started dating someone sixteen years younger than you,” you shot back.

Then the yelling started. Something that could have been a deep, meaningful conversation (one that frankly should have been had way before this point) turned into a full-blown fight. You both started going in at each other, picking at old scabs that you knew would hurt. That was the point, after all, you just wanted to hurt each other. Because you were mad and upset, you guessed, but by the end of it, you weren’t even sure.

The fighting ended two hours later, you sat, slumped on the couch, huffing. You tried to catch your breath from all the yelling. Your throat was hoarse, your cheeks sticky from dried tears.

“It seems like we’re not gonna work out then,” you said, numb.

“Seems so.”

And you left that night, grabbing nothing but your phone before making your way to your closest friend’s house.

After that, you cried for two months straight. You really thought that Sebastian was endgame. That you would be together forever. That you would be happy. Ever since you caught sight of him at your first audition, you felt that he was the one. Then the universe laughed maniacally as it showed you just how fucking wrong you were.

In the past nine months, you had seen him approximately sixteen times, most being in passing, a few being at parties, and one time being at a coffee shop that you both loved. You started to frequent it less after the breakup, too scared to bump into him. Little did you know, he was doing the same thing. The day you two saw each other was both of your first times in three months.

It was all stupid small talk until it wavered, forced laughs and fake smiles fading as the reality of the situation simmered in.

“Look, y/n—”

“Don’t,” you interrupted. You knew what he was going to say, and you didn’t want to hear it. You simply couldn’t. “It was nice seeing you again, Sebastian. I hope you have a good life.” You took a few steps before turning back around for a moment. He looked at you like he was expecting you to run into his arms and make everything go back to normal. “And I really hope you meet a girl that can give you what you need.”

He tried to reach out to you, but you wouldn’t let him. You simply walked away and left him, alone. That was the last time you had spoken to him.

It was five months after the breakup until you let your friends talk you into going out again. And that night you had run into none other than the Timothee Chalamet. Numbers were exchanged then the next thing you knew, you were naked in his hotel room. After that, you went through a bit of a “hoe stage.” Every two weeks you were on a cover of TMZ, E!, or any other celebrity gossip magazine that existed with a “possible new thing.” The people ranged from Tom Holland to Madison Beer, and no one knew what was true or not. After the first few batches came out, you stopped giving a shit. You were allowed to rebound with whomever or however you wanted to, and you were taking full advantage of that.

You were so busy juggling so many people that you hadn’t even thought about Sebastian. Not till right now. Your eyes catch his from across the ballroom that you’re currently in. Your pulse quickens rapidly, you feel like you might even faint. If it wasn’t for Timothee’s hand on your waist, you were sure you would have collapsed on the spot. You watched as Sebastian’s jaw clenched just like it did whenever you did something he disapproved of. Just like it did every time he gave into himself and read one of those stupid gossip sights and saw you all over whatever arm candy you had chosen for the week.

“I’ll be right back, okay babe?” Timothee said, kissing you on the cheek. He waited for you to nod before making his way to one of his friends.

You don’t know what to do and those beautiful blue eyes you fell in love with all that time ago refuse to leave yours. You feel like you want to cry, or scream, or throw up, but you know that you shouldn’t actually do any of those things. You’d draw attention and you don’t want any more people talking about you.

Luckily, one of your best friends, Elizabeth, pulls you into a tight hug and brings you back to earth. Her body feels warm and it makes you feel safe, the smell of her strawberry shampoo bringing you comfort.

“I know,” she said before you spoke. “I saw. Are you okay? I’ll leave with you right now if you want to.”

It takes you a minute to process everything, and even though you’re running everything through your mind, nothing really sinks in.

“I’ll be fine,” you say with conviction, though you don’t know if it’s true at all. “Leaving wouldn’t accomplish anything.” You stop talking for a minute before smiling at Elizabeth. “Now, let’s go give the people what they want and take some pictures together.”

It had been two hours and the event was finally coming to a close. No more than forty-five minutes and the place would be cleared out. With that knowledge, you went to go take advantage of the free bar stocked up with expensive liquor. After schmoozing with people you did not even want to interact with, you deserve it.

“Two shots of tequila and a rum and coke, please,” you say to the rather cute bartender, shoulders slumping.

As soon as the two shot glasses were in front of you, you downed them. It burned like hell and you could only imagine the ungodly face you made. You tried to chase it with the rum and coke, but it didn’t help much. You heard a gruff voice beside you order something, one that was very familiar. When you heard a chuckle, you knew for sure who was right next to you. You froze again, that same dizzy, sick feeling coming back. You turned your head slowly to see those big blue eyes for the second time tonight, your heart surely beating loud enough that anyone in a mile radius could hear it.

“You look beautiful tonight, y/n,” Sebastian said, leaning against the bar, facing you.

“You do too,” you blurt out. Face turning red after you realized that you’re fucking stupid. “I mean, you look—shit. You look very nice, Seb—Sebastian.”

You’re so flustered and red, you want to simply sink into the floor. For a moment, you wonder why he isn’t acting the same way. It could be that he had already had some to drink or maybe he was just better at controlling his emotion. And the thought that makes dread flow through you is that maybe he is just over you.

“Are you going to an after-party?” He asks, sipping from his glass.

“I don’t think so,” you say. You were supposed to go to one with Timothee, where you were finally going to announce that you two had become official, but now you just want to go home. “Are you?”

“Probably not,” he said simply. “I’ll just have a few more of these back home and go to bed.”

“Drinking alone is no fun,” you say, hinting. You know what you are trying to get across but you don’t know why. It’s like your mouth was moving before your brain could understand what you were doing.

“It’s not ideal,” he said. “But I really don’t have a date to drink with, unlike you.” He pointed towards Timothee talking to a director you hastily met.

“He’s not my date,” you shot out. “I mean, he is, but we’re not like, dating.” Why the fuck are you talking!?!?

“It’s none of my business,” Sebastian said. He didn’t sound mean, he sounded like he was trying to comfort you.

“I know … but we’re not … if you were wondering.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on your elbow. “It was nice to see you again, y/n.”

He turned to start walking away but you called after him, making him turn back around. “Wait!” Once he was facing you, you felt like you were in a movie. “I could go for a drink.”

Sebastian smiled but his eyes dismissed you. “What are you doing, sugar?” He warned.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “But don’t shut me down.”

With a shared smile, he took your hand and you both left the party. On the car ride back to his apartment (that used to be your apartment), you thought briefly about how you would explain this to Timothee in the morning. Then you turned off your phone so you didn’t have to feel guilty if he decided to text you. Neither of you spoke much on the way. His hand never left its place on your thigh before you were finally there.

When he opened the door, you stumbled lightly into the apartment. Sebastian caught you by wrapping his arm around your waist. He lightly sat you down on the chair by the entrance (the same one you had sat at nine months ago). Once he had closed the door and put his things down, he came back to you to help slip off your heels.

“Are you already drunk?” He chuckled.

“No, just a wee bit tipsy.”

“Your ‘wee bit’ is usually a lotta bit.”

“Not this time, I really mean just a wee wee bit.” You suddenly burst out laughing at the fact you just said wee wee, giving away the fact that you are indeed close to being drunk.

“Maybe you don’t need anymore to drink,” Sebastian said.

“C’mon, Sebby, take that stick out of your ass,” you say, making him laugh. It makes you feel lighter like you weren’t fucking shit up again. Like you weren’t making a mistake you would regret in the morning. 

You watched as he made his way into the kitchen, pouring both of you a glass of red wine. Your favorite and most expensive red wine, the one that you had left at the apartment after the breakup. You wondered if it was the same bottle, or if he had done the same thing he was doing with you with another girl. When he came back, he handed you the glass which you placed down on the coffee table, realizing you were still in a designer white dress that you didn’t own.

“Shit,” you muttered after your realization.

“What is it?”

“This isn’t my dress.”

His eyes wandered down your figure as he thought. “You can take that off and I can hang it up for you. I’m sure there’s something here you can wear.”

You nodded before he was walking towards the bedroom, the one you once shared. You followed after him through the small hall. You looked around the room, noticing how boring it looked now. None of your decorations you had were up anymore, but the small mural you once painted in the middle of the night was still in full view. Did he think about you every time he saw it? If he did, why didn’t he just paint over it? 

Sebastian placed one of his shirts (that was your favorite one to wear) and a pair of shorts you had thought you lost on the bed.

“Well, you can get changed in here,” he stated before going for the door.

“Actually,” you called out, stopping him from leaving. “Can you unzip me please?”

He paused for a moment before nodding, slowly making his way back to you. The room went silent as he softly collected your hair and moved it to one side. Heat started to rise through your body at the close proximity he held. His hands grazed your shoulders momentarily before he steadily unzipped the expensive dress. You caught his eyes in the mirror in front of you, your cheeks immediately burning red. He finished unzipping the dress before helping you slide it off your arms. You had to cover your breasts with your arm since you hadn’t worn a bra. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen your body before, he knew his way around there better than you did, but not covering yourself just felt inappropriate. But, to be fair, the entire situation felt inappropriate. The dress fell to a pool around your feet, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lace black underwear, ones that Sebastian had bought for you one month before you broke up. You stepped out of the dress, eyes never leaving his. He bent down to pick it up, blue orbs never leaving your eyes.

“I’ll go lay this on the guest bed,” Sebastian said plainly before leaving the room and closing the door.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you let your arm fall. Even though you hadn’t even had a conversation with Sebastian in six months, being in that moment felt more intimate than anytime you had sex with Timothee—or anyone, for that matter. You pulled on the worn-out gray tee shirt that vaguely had ‘Coca-Cola’ printed across it before going out to the living room where you found Sebastian sipping on his wine, now dress in an old tee and grey sweatpants.

The next hour felt like a blur, it was filled with giggles and stupid comments. By the end of it, the wine bottle was empty and you two were officially wine drunk. Now, you were slumped on the couch (the one that you picked out), leaning towards Sebastian, hand dancing along the cushion space between you two.

“Have you realized we never had a goodbye?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“What do you mean?” He asked, not wanting his guess to what you were talking about to be right.

“I mean, we had a fight and I left then we were done. There were no ‘this is for the best’ speeches or attempts at a goodbye kiss. One day there was an us and the next it was … nothing.” You looked up at him, an innocent yet quizzical look on your soft features.

“We don’t have to talk about this,” he said.

Not this shit again. “I know,” you said, “we don’t have to talk about anything. We’re not together anymore. We don’t even need to acknowledge each other’s existence anymore. But tonight, you did, and now we’re on your couch.”

“I don’t—” he started, but you wouldn’t let him finish.

“We don’t have to talk about it then. But, I do have another question. Did you ever fuck anyone here?” The words flowed out before you could think any longer, nothing but courage and alcohol running through your body.

“What?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, Sebastian. I just want to know if you ever fucked someone in my—our—this place.”

His eyes bore into yours as he spoke, voice sharp and clear. “No, y/n, I have never fucked anyone in this place. No one but you.”

That answer made you happy. This place, your place, was still pure. No random hookups had tramped through the place where you lived.

“Good,” you accidentally said out loud, making him upset.

“Why does it even matter? It’s not like you weren’t fucking those young things you were all over in public.” He started to get angry at the thought. “Who are you to question me about my sex life after you broke up with me then pranced around tabloid covers for months with different people each week?”

“Because this was our house, I just want to know it wasn’t tainted by blonde bitches with names you didn’t even remember in the fucking morning.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but you’re the only blonde bitch I’ve fucked.”

Suddenly, your hand was moving and your palm was connecting with his face. It shocked both of you, making you both freeze in place. It took ten seconds before Sebastian grabbed the wrist you hit him with, yanking it so you were closer to him. So close you could feel his breath on your face.

“Slap me again and see what fucking happens, I dare you,” he spit out.

Then your heart was in your ass as your stomach erupted with butterflies and your panties soaked with arousal.

It was almost like you lost all control over your body as you smashed your lips against his. Your hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer and tugging at the hair there. The intentional scruff on his face was harsh against your smooth skin, but it only elevated your pleasure. Sebastian’s hands went around the sides of your neck, one kind of cupping your face while the other was closer to the back to pull you closer. You felt like you needed to get closer to him, get as close as possible. You needed every single inch of him over every single part of yourself. Your leg swung, straddling him.

Without thinking, you rutted yourself against his thigh, a guttural moan coming from your lips as you did. It’s not like you hadn’t been touched in a while, you just got fucked a few days ago, but you hadn’t experienced something as hot as this in so long. It was rushed and needed, you felt like you would die if he stopped. Your hips absent-mindedly grinded down against his thigh again.

“Fuck, ride my thigh baby,” he ordered. You listened, slipping into your old ways. You continued to rut against his thigh as you kissed. He knew you were getting close by the moans you were letting out into the kiss. He pulled away from your lips, watching as you were losing yourself. “I want you to cum for me, sugar.”

Your hips slowed as your mind raced a mile a minute. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you cum from just his thigh. What would that do to his already inflated ego? It sounded like bullshit to give into him.

“No,” you mumbled out, your hips threatening to halt their movement.

“No?” He repeated.

You sat there for a minute, silent as his eyes frantically studied your face to see what the point was. He wondered if you wanted to stop, he would understand completely, but he knew that wasn’t what it was by the way you keep clenching your thighs together. Sebastian smirked as he realized what was really happening. He grabbed your hips and started to push you down on his thigh. The problem was that you wanted to cum, but you didn’t want to cum for him. Too bad he was determined on it.

You moaned loudly as he started to drag your hips. You were inching so close, the fact that you didn’t want to give in to the feeling made it feel like it was only becoming stronger. Your hands grabbed his old t-shirt as you frantically moved your hips back and forth. Your nose scrunched and your eyes shut tight, your mouth letting out a whisper of “oh fuck”s on a loop.

“That’s it,” you heard Sebastian say even though his voice sounded like it was miles away. “Cum like a good girl.”

Suddenly, all the pressure that was building up deep within your tummy snapped and you were on cloud 9. Your heat pulsed as you road out your orgasm, Sebastian's hands helping you immensely. It took a good minute of pants as you caught your breath before you opened your eyes and came back to reality.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you muttered to him when you finally made eye contact again.

“I know,” he smirked. “Now be a good girl, sugar, and take off your pants.”

You questioned arguing with him more, but you decided not to. You wanted him, you wanted him so fucking bad. You stood up and pulled down your shorts, doing a little spin so Sebastian could marvel at how wonderful you looked.

“As beautiful as those look on you, darling, they’d look better on the floor.”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you stripped out of the underwear as well, leaving you in nothing but an old grey t-shirt. You went back to your place on Sebastian’s lap, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. You felt like you were melting into him entirely as everything snapped back into place. Your hands roamed lower, palming him through his grey sweats. You smirked to yourself at the realization of how hard he was already and at the fact he wasn’t wearing boxers. He lifted his hips to help you pull down his pants. Just as you were getting ready to place his member in the place you wanted him the most, he halts your movement by grabbing your wrist.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom, y/n,” he warned. You frowned, upset that he had stopped you.

“I don’t care.”

“But you still have that IUD in, right?”

You grimaced because no, you did not. Your five years had run out two months ago and you hadn’t gotten around to making an appointment for a new one. You shook your head slowly side to side before he sighed. He went to pull you off of him but you stopped him by holding onto his shoulders

“I don’t care,” you repeated.

“Y/n, you know why can’t.”

“Why not?”

He looked at you in disbelief. “Besides the fact you could get pregnant?”

“I don’t care,” you said one more time. “I want you.”

He looked into your eyes, trying his best to decipher your intentions.

“Y/n …”

“Get me pregnant, Sebby,” you said, meaning it too. “I want you, I want your kids. Fuck, I want us back. I don’t care if that means kids and a white picket fence. I just want you.”

“Are you sure?”

In response, you slowly leaned down and your lips touched. It was nothing like the kisses you had shared preferably, it was slow and soft. He pulled you closer, finally letting you lower yourself down on him. You both let out loud moans as you sink down on his member.

It was like you had forgotten what making love felt like, probably because you did. In the past nine months since you had split, you hadn’t made love with anyone once. It was all just meaningless sex or hot fucking, but there was no love behind it. You didn’t love Timothee, you hadn’t loved any of your flings. Maybe it was because you never stopped loving Sebastian—you were almost sure it was because of that.

You moved up and down whilst Sebastian thrust up into you. The room was filled with moans, grunts, and praises from both ends. He started to kiss your neck as his thumb started to rub your clit. The multiple amounts of stimulation only brought you closer to your climax.

“I’m gonna, fuck—I’m close.”

“I know, babygirl,” he cooed. “Look at me.” You looked into his blue orbs, feeling your climax inching ever so closer. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined out as your hips moved faster. “Cum inside me, Sebastian. Get me—fuck, god—put a fucking baby in me.”

With your confirmation, he flipped you on your back, thrusting harder. The hand that wasn’t toying with your clit interlaced with yours. Your grip on each other squeezed harder as you neared your finishes. You wrapped your legs around him as his hips started to stutter.

“Cum with me, baby,” Sebastian groaned.

You finally let the coil that built inside of you snap with his permission. Moments later, he busted inside of you, making you both yell out. He collapsed on top of you, trying his best not to crush you under his weight. You both panted for minutes before you finally spoke up.

“I love you,” you said. He lifted his head, looking into his eyes. “I never stopped.

“Neither did I,” Sebastian said. “Did you mean it, you want to have kids?”

“I want to do anything if it means I can be with you. Anything.”

[blissfulparker]

Reader breastfeeding her's and tom's baby for the first time and it's all awww until you are like: HE BIT ME

“Okay mom, I’ll leave you to it!” The nurse had prepared you in every way to start breastfeeding your child. Taking good care of you and your small boy as he cried out of hunger.

“Look at him, oh Tommy look at how he’s latching on so quickly!” You wince a little at the already soreness but the sweet boy who closes his eyes as he feeds makes all the pain go away.

“Hey, look at you.” He sits closely in the chair as he strokes carefully at the baby’s soft head of hair. A bare layer of brown hair forming at the top. “You’re doing it!” He said both to you and to the baby. Proud of both of you.

“I’m doing it.” You say to yourself in accomplishment. Relax a little too much as you feel your son bite down a little bit too hard. You wince, Tom can see it in your eyes as you flinch a bit and your baby boy pulls back crying.

“What happened?” Tom panicked and you threw your head back. Your nipple already raw and sore, your son biting down didn’t make anything better.

“He bit me!” You groan as you try and calm the baby but Tom gently takes him out of your arms to give the two of you minute.

“I don’t blame you bud—OW!” Tom felt the sudden and strong slap to his arm from you who sat there trying to clean youself up.

“Are you kidding? He’s two days old thomas!” You scold him and his eyes only roll as he keeps bouncing the baby. He starts to prepare a bottle rather than have you try again and be more sore.

“What! I get where he’s coming from! Bubs, trust me, mama doesn’t like it when you—HEY!” This time you threw your plastic fork at him from your lunch. “You should’nt have this much strength after just giving birth...they put steroids in your medicine or something? I’m going to have a talk with these doctors...” he groans as he gives the little boy the bottle, going from pouting to smiling as he feeds the boy.

“Maybe don’t tell our child how to suck on my boobs! He will learn Tom, you know because he actually has a reason.” You lay back on the hospital bed and Tom looks over at you with raised brows.

“Hey, I had a reason nine months ago—don’t throw that!” He hesitates as he sees you found the empty plastic cup from your medicine.

After the boy finish bottle feeding he was placed back in your arms. This time tom slid into the bed too and the two of you cuddled him until the sweet boy fell asleep. Even with Toms stupid jokes and your boobs painfully sore, you couldn’t have asked for a better family to start.

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I mean toms dad didn’t really have any Hollywood or movie connections like really dom being on the entertainment industry didn’t real help Tom get his career at all I mean he was spotted at a dance class and audition and worked hard for 2 years to be Billy Elliot his dad being a semi famous comedian didn’t help with any of the roles that he got at all. But I do think Tom has benefited from advice that his dad has given him about the experiences he had in the industry and I think it has helped Tom stay level headed and not get sucked in by fame, and Tom has been very open about how much he’s dads advice has helped but yeah definitely not the same as Maude or lily or others that have very very famous parents making movies etc cause yeah doms comedic career had nothing to do with toms and if dom were just a normal guy with a regular job then toms career would still have been what it is today

To me the “nepo baby” category is really limiting because we end up saying yes or no, when truly privilege works in degrees and combinations. I do see an impact of Dom’s career on Tom’s success, but not in the same way that nepotism would work.

When I was writing my dissertation, I had this one friend doing the same. My parents were the first generation to attend college, essentially barely getting by (theirs did not all complete high school), but no one in my family had completed a doctorate or anything like that. My friend’s parents were both professors; one was the president of a small university. I just watched him breeze through draft after draft, while I spent so long is self-doubt, never feeling like my ideas or writing was good enough to share with my advisors. It took me forever to finish mostly because of anxiety and imposter syndrome.

And now I work at a school with kids who are stuck in cycles of generational poverty, and many don’t know anyone but their teachers who have attended college, and it’s hard to even help them envision that path for themselves.

I’m just sharing to make the point that seeing one’s own parents and grown-up loved ones accomplish something or not often (often, but not always) dictates what we have confidence to go for ourselves. And also influences how easy or hard those ambitions are. (Leaving aside whether there’s even money and other capacity to do it.)

So back to Dom—I think he may have impacted Tom’s early career with advice about how to navigate agents and logistics, and maybe some early connections, but I think also Tom seeing his dad on stage, being a public entertainment figure, having some success, helped him to feel that that could be for him, too. And not every young kid has that confidence.

And then there’s Tom’s mom: Dom having success as a public entertainer probably helped her to imagine that for her son. And on top of that she was attentive to his interests and had the capacity to seek out and sign him up for dance classes. Not every young kid has that sort of support, either.

And that’s all leaving aside that there are simply more roles for handsome, white, athletic guys in Hollywood than for anyone else. Neither John David Washington nor Lily-Rose Depp would ever have been offered a role as huge as Peter Parker despite all of their daddies’ pull.

So no Tom’s not a “nepo baby” but I do think he had tremendous amounts of privilege. And that’s not to discount his hard work and natural talent (both themselves privileges in a way, I’ll add).

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Hooked On Your Feelings - Chapter Two (FWB! Tom Holland x Reader)

SERIES MASTERLIST

Warnings: Some angst, language, eventual smut in future chapters, fluff

Word Count: 5255

Summary: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

A/N:  I am HYPE to post this new chapter! Omg I just love writing this series so much its so fun writing Tom like this lol. Also low key...this chapter has an easter egg to a pervious series of mine and I’m v curious if anyone catches it but probably not because its superrr tiny but either way I hope you guys like this one! Obviously, smut is in this chapter! DM me to be tagged and I cannot wait to hear everyone’s thoughts! (Also .gif is not mine. DM me for credit please, I found on google!) Thank you xx -N

“What happened to that girl you took home the other night from The Lace Rabbit?” Harrison asked as he ordered his lunch before he took a seat at the table with Tom. It was typical for them to meet up during the week on their lunch breaks and catch up when they were not busy being wingmen for the other while bar hopping on the weekends. 

Tom shrugged off Harrison’s question as he took a bite of his sandwich, “She got a little clingy so I had Y/N help me get rid of her,” he smiled as he said your name out loud. His friends knew of you as the hot girl who lived next door who bailed him out of sticky situations. Always teasing Tom how he could never actually get you. The irony made it all too funny for him, “How’d it go with that blonde girl?” he asked to change the subject off of him.

He didn’t know if he should bring up the two of you sleeping together with Harrison. Harrison was his best friend and wouldn’t judge but he knew he’d give Tom shit for it. He’d want to know details of your arrangement or how it came about, if you were really that good and Tom didn’t feel comfortable answering that. Not if it was about you. He didn’t want his other friends knowing about you in the way he did. That was personal between you both and he wanted to show you he respected you.

“It didn’t,” Harrison admitted while taking a sip of his water. He let out a chuckle as he felt himself blushing, “Forgot her name and she spilt her drink on me. Can’t say I didn’t deserve that one,” he at least knew when he was in the wrong.

Tom cringed into his sandwich as he let out a cackle, “You definitely deserved it, mate,” he laughed with another bite. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he chose to ignore it, knowing like clock work what it probably was. It was going to ruin the rest of his day and he at least wanted to enjoy lunch with his friend before getting pissed off for the day.

“She’d probably love you,” Harrison teased. 

“Fuck off,” Tom rolled his eyes with a laugh. “I’m not taking your angry seconds.”

“Don’t knock angry sex til you try it,” Harrison smirked knowingly. 

Tom shook his head as he once again ignored the phone ringing, “I think I’m good, thanks,” he brushed it off with another eyeroll. 

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt weird talking about their last venture out at the club. Maybe it was because Tom knew where he ended up after that girl had left and he knew what that meant for the both of you. But Tom wasn’t done with his bachelor days, and even you knew that. Hell, you practically insisted since this was a no strings attached deal.

It just felt strange not telling Harrison about you. Like it was a weird secret. But at the same time, he felt oddly protective of you. Not wanting his friends to see you as some girl he was getting laid with. Or worse, a potential love interest. He knew it wasn’t going to happen. Hell would be freezing over before Tom decided on any sort of long term obligation. But he knew his friends and he knew they wouldn’t see this is a simple agreement between two friends. And he didn’t want to deal with that conversation.

Staying quiet was the better option. For his own sanity. And...well, would you care if he told anyone about this? Tom figured that was another rule he’d have to ask about. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and he knew you had a list of rules as well that he was happy to follow. As long as that meant one thing and one thing only: non-exclusive.

Harrison noticed Tom’s phone buzzing for the third time. And Tom ignored it for the third time. He checked the message with a huff of his breath before turning the screen face down on the table, going back to his lunch before he had to get back to work.

“Clingy girl?” Harrison nodded towards Tom’s phone. 

Tom shook his head, “My mother was supposed to visit this weekend but you know the routine,” he mumbled into his food, not even wanting to respond to her.

“Let me guess,” Harrison began, knowing exactly where this was going since he knew Tom’s whole story inside and out. Including the bits he hated to discuss which was mainly his family, “Going skiing with Clint in Veil instead?” he questioned knowingly.

Tom scoffed out a laugh at his guess, “Surfing with Clint in Malibu but same shit,” he corrected as he tried not to let it get to him. But even Harrison could tell he was getting bothered by it once again and who could honestly blame him.

 Always the same story every time no matter what and Tom grew tired of her antics. He couldn’t even blame Clint for it anymore considering she’d been this way since he was a kid before he was even in the picture. Only now she would just use him as the perfect excuse to get out of coming to visit.

He knew he shouldn’t care anymore but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something easy for him to simply let go of. It was his mother. And no matter how many times he’d try she would always give him back the bare minimum and it always made him upset. She was his one final connection to him and she could care less about any of it, so why did Tom? It always got under his skin and he loathed that it did.

But he would still invite her. No matter how miserable it made him.

“Well at least now you’re free this weekend,” Harrison broke his thought while he gathered their garbage before they headed back to work, “The usual at The Lace Rabbit this Saturday then?” he suggested with a knowing smile to try and get Tom out of his mood.

Grabbing his phone, Tom clutched it tightly as he inhaled sharply. Knowing his change of plans meant doing his normal routine even though he was looking forward to the slight change this weekend, which now just seemed bleak to him

.

“Yeah,” Tom agreed as he tapped your name on his phone but hesitated when he saw his mother trying to call for a fourth time, “The usual this weekend.”

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Your chest tensed as you got into your car after your extremely long day in the office. Everything around you felt heavy and you couldn’t wait to get home as soon as you could but you found yourself still frozen in your car. Unable to move as the moments from earlier this afternoon invaded your thoughts once again while you tried your best to move in. Even though you knew you were completely grief stricken and didn’t know what the hell to do.

The promotion was yours, at least you had thought it was by the way your boss would constantly hint at it. You knew it was never a definite thing, but you were confident in the hard work you had put into your job and knew you were a top contender for the spot. You worked longer hours, took on extra tasks, you even worked on the occasional weekend to get your work done. Taking every precaution necessary to prove that you were the best fit for the role.

Everything felt like it was lining up for you. Co-workers were giving you a pat on the back for your work accomplishments, your boss was taking note of everything you were doing, and you overall felt really good about where you stood for the potential position. So imagine your surprise when you attended the big luncheon and your boss announced his undeserving son was getting the spot instead of you.

It was both nepotism and misogyny rolled into one and it made your stomach turn the longer you had thought about it. None of it made any sense and it was far from fair. You knew you were the one more deserving of the position, the whole office knew it. Even your damn boss knew but he chose his damn son over you and it felt like a stab right to your gut.

You felt so betrayed and beside yourself as you finally decided to head home. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you tried to focus on the road but you just couldn’t ignore the facts. How were you going to be able to show up and take orders now from your boss’ son? You knew the job more than he did and it felt like a huge screw you.

On your drive home, you tried to make yourself feel better by putting on some music to distract yourself but nothing helped. You felt beyond defeated and frustrated right now you didn’t know what was going to make you feel better at the moment. It felt like the world was against you. Between finding Justin with another woman and your job, you were really batting one thousand lately and you weren’t sure when you would catch a break.

Things were not going how you planned at all. The thought of just quitting your job and starting all over again crossed your mind but the fear of the unknown kept haunting you. You didn’t know which direction to go in or who to turn to for advice anymore. You were slowly drowning and you needed someone to throw you a goddamn life jacket already.

You were relieved to finally be home. Maybe some peace and quiet would make you feel a little better, you thought to yourself while you kicked your shoes off and turned some music on for yourself. Trying to put the day behind you and focus on the present moment while you got changed into more comfortable clothes to unwind.

You jumped out of your skin when you heard a knock at your door, not expecting anybody to come by right now. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you headed back towards the door and looked through the peephole. To your surprise, you weren’t really surprised at all. You were actually sort of relieved when you opened the door and saw Tom standing there holding a pizza box.

“That better have extra cheese,” you asked with a narrowed expression while you invited him inside with the pizza that he would always bring you even in normal times. 

Placing the box on the kitchen table, Tom opened it with a grin as he showed you the pizza pie with cheese practically oozing from the crusts, “Figured it was an extra toppings sort of day,” he admitted, knowing he really needed the escape from reality. Even if it was just a pizza.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed as you grabbed a piece closest to you as Tom handed you a paper plate. You headed over towards your refrigerator to grab you both a few beers while Tom leaned up against your kitchen counter as he devoured his slice, “I’m guessing you had a bad day judging by your pizza presentation?” knowing there wasn’t really any particular reason he’d be coming over with it today. Unless if he wanted something?

You slowed your pace back from the fridge wondering if he was going to pick up on how you were feeling. You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted him to notice. Whenever you and Tom had a pizza night it was merely to gossip about your lunatic neighbors or watch a game together. You talked about casual things but never really gone into depth or prying into each other’s lives. Why did it feel like suddenly you wanted something different? Would sex change that much in your friendship?

“We can just ignore that...we don’t have to talk about unimportant stuff,” you waved it off. Tom didn’t need to hear about your miserable day. And you didn’t want to pry into his. 

He swallowed the last bite of his slice, “If something makes you upset, it’s not unimportant,” he noted. But when he noticed you just looking at him, he raised his hands in surrender. “Ignore my philosophical ass. But I’d like to hear about your day, you know,” he laughed it off. 

What the hell was he doing? He thought to himself. Don’t let personal shit ruin this. Enjoy her company. That’s it. 

“I didn’t get the promotion,” you told him. You had mentioned to Tom a while ago that your boss was hinting at it but you never went into detail with him about it. You weren’t used to Tom actually wanting to be open or the other way around. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly surprised Tom even gave a crap about stuff like this. 

Tom frowned at your answer and he felt his heart sink a bit when you told him the truth about your bad day. He didn’t know much about your job but he was sure you were a hard worker. He saw how much you loved your job and how passionate you were about it when it would come up. You would share upcoming projects with him from time to time and he would see the look on your face whenever you explained them to him. So hearing that you were passed by for a promotion was upsetting to him.

“I...shit, Y/N,” he put his pizza down as he walked over towards to give you a hug. Sliding his hands around your waist he pulled you into him as he felt you relax against his chest, “You didn’t deserve that,” he added softly.

You allowed Tom to embrace you, his warmness comforting you a bit before you pulled away and started crying when telling him about your boss’ son getting the job instead of you. Making you laugh by calling him every name in the book, you and Tom finally found a common ground as you kept venting to him.

Tom pulled away slowly, his hand resting at your chin while he licked his lips, “You’re boss sounds like a fucking prick, I hope you know that,” he told you reassuringly. The small smile you formed when he spoke made him want to keep making you feel better, “I’m glad you’re smiling,” he blushed at his confession.

Stretching your mouth wider, you flashed Tom a playful yet overly wide grin to deflect the attention he gave to you. The two of you laughed as Tom pulled away with a loud chuckle, shaking his head at your sudden silliness, “That has to be the most hideous smile. But we’ll work on it,” he told you through his laughter.

You rolled your eyes before going back to your pizza, giving Tom a look as you nudged him, “Not gonna tell me about what happened to you?” you finally asked.

Tom tensed as he tried to brush it off with a simple shrug into his pizza. The thought of his mother’s texts and ridiculous apologies and excuses continued to drive him crazy as he mumbled into his bite, “It’s stupid shit,” he told you as he swallowed the crust he was chewing, “Mom stuff, not important,” he added bluntly.

You could see the look on his face and could tell it was important to him but you didn’t want to force him to talk about it. Tom was never one to bring up his family ever to you and that was the first time you had ever heard him even mention his mother. He never spoke of his father, at least to you, so you just assumed both were out of his life for whatever reason and it was none of your business to ask.

 And Tom refused to admit it but he wanted you to ask about him. Spending hours upon hours at bars, turning his focus always onto the girl; because he knew no girl would ever want to go home with a self righteous, egotistical guy. It was never something Tom minded to do, especially with complete strangers who he would never open up to in a million years. It might have been the recent development he had with you but there was something refreshing he felt around you and as much as it freaked him out, he didn’t seem to mind.

But diving into his mommy issues with you now seemed too much to deal with right now. You were dealing with more than enough problems with your job and your miserable ex-boyfriend, he figured you didn’t need to hear his bitching right now anyway. He came here to get away from those shitty thoughts, not open those wounds further. 

Tom came here for a distraction.

Licking his lips, Tom perked up as he looked at you fervidly, “Wanna have sex?” he asked matter of factly. He figured he didn’t need to beat around the bush since you had your arrangement but maybe he was a bit too direct with his request. Tom cleared his throat as he tried to save the night, “I-I mean, I just figured since we both had shitty days that maybe we could uhm-”

“Thought you’d never ask,” you cut him off with a smirk and you perked up as well, nodding as you smoothed out your hair. Standing back up as you turned your back towards him, removing your shirt in the process, “Let’s go,” you called over your shoulder as you headed towards your room.

“Oh, we’re jumping right in,” Tom mumbled to himself as he practically fell off his chair to follow you into your room, tossing his shirt beside yours as he practically froze already seeing you completely undressed, “Christ…” he breathed out while taking you in. 

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to him, bringing your lips to his now bare shoulder, “You’re really acting like you haven’t seen me like this the other day?” You laughed against his skin while you began to suck a bruise against him, hearing him let out a gasp while your hand snaked into his pants sneakily, “Beginning to really like this whole friends with benefits thing we have,” you laughed as you found Tom’s lips.

Practically growling into your kiss, Tom lifted you up and lowered you onto your back on your bed. His lips traveled from yours, to your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button as you moaned quietly before he brought himself down between your thighs. His lips peppering your inner thigh before he got straight to the point because this whole arrangement meant no foreplay. Another plus for Tom.

“Darling, I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had,” Tom breathed out a laugh as he pressed his tongue flatly against your clit. Sliding two of his fingers into your core while he slowly pumped in and out of you, “This is what got me through my day today,” he told you before he brought his mouth back to your core.

You arched your back while your fingers went towards Tom’s curls. His name began to fall from your lips while he lapped his tongue carefully, letting it slip inside of you as he continued to tease you with his mouth. His fingers sliding into you again, adding a third as he moaned against your center; allowing the vibrations to roll throughout your entire body.

“Mmm, oh, fuck...!” you cried out, yanking gently against Tom’s hair as you felt the coil beginning to burn from inside of you. Biting your lip to stifle another moan, “Fuck...yo-you’re really good at that,” you breathed out with a small laugh which turned into a whimper.

With his head peering up at you, Tom flashed you a cocky smile with a playful wink as he licked your folds teasingly, “Did you seriously doubt my abilities to make you cum with my mouth, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow while pumping his fingers now tantalizingly slow, “You’re gonna pay for that comment,” he said to you.

“Just...shut up and make me cum, Tom,” you told him through another gasp as you felt his teeth drag teasingly against your already throbbing bud. His lips wrapped around it as he sucked more harshly, doing exactly as you had asked him to do, “Ungh...oh god, okay. Yeah, keep doing that,” you instructed as you began to grind your hips against his mouth.

Tom took it as a challenge and picked up his pace, beginning to flick your clit faster while he continuously sucked on it. His three fingers now entirely coated in your warmth as he felt you clenching around them. His pants feeling tighter from his hard on while he knelt at the end of your bed trying to bring you to where he wanted.

His free hand splayed against your stomach, holding you in place while he felt you trying to squirm around from the way he was making you feel. Rubbing your clit in between his breaths, Tom looked up at you as he licked a solid stripe down your center, “Let out how you’re feeling from today and cum for me, Y/N,” Tom commanded. 

Your eyes shut as you did exactly what Tom had suggested. Completely coming undone from beneath him while you released as much of the tension from earlier as you possibly could but in the most amazing way. Your eyes rolled back into your head while your back arched as Tom’s tongue continued to work you up while you were at your highest point.

Letting out a breathy laugh as you started to come down from it, feeling Tom begin to kiss his way back up your stomach with a smug look, “Don’t give me that look,” you rolled your eyes at his cockiness as his tongue traced along your neck, “I could do what you just did to myself, you know,” you tried to knock him off his high horse a bit while he pretended to be wounded from your words.

“Ah, but you didn’t. Did you?” Tom reminded you as his lips found yours. His hands still in between your thighs as he brought them between you both, showing you his coated fingers while he tasted you off of them, “Tastes like I made you cum because you wanted me to,” his smugness only elevated as he pushed himself off of you as he laid on his back on your bed.

“Need I remind you that you came to my place like a porno with a pizza looking to get laid,” you retaliated as you shifted so you were now hovering over him. Your hands guiding towards his belt buckle to get him out of his restraintive pants. The pleading look on his face made you just as smug, “Sounds like you want me to do just about the same thing, am I right or am I right?” you sang in his ear.

Tom helped you get the rest of his pants and boxers off, feeling himself spring out as he stared back at you with uncertainty, “Did you...just call me a porn star?” he questioned as the two of you let out a laugh.

“You wish, Tommy,” you teased as you ran your tongue down his abs, placing small and open kisses against his stomach as you made your way down to his legs while your hand carefully gripped his hardened length, your thumb running the pre-cum around his tip while you already heard him gasping for you.

Gripping your bedsheets with one hand, Tom reached around to create a makeshift ponytail to hold your hair. Cussing under his breath as he watched your mouth wrap around his tip, swirling your tongue around it while your eyes searched for his. He was really trying to hold it together but you were already driving him crazy.

“Let’s see what you got, Y/N,” Tom challenged you with a heavy breath as he tightened his grip around your hair, “Sometimes, girls think they know exactly what to do but-OH FUCK!” 

His words were lost as soon as your mouth went straight down to his base. Suctioning as hard as you could before coming back up his cock painfully slow. Moaning your name as his chest began to heave, Tom felt his thighs start to quiver from under you. Even just watching the way you were working on him was enough to make him whimper right now.

“Fuck...okay, yeah I take that back,” Tom gasped as his nose crinkled up while his other hand white knuckled the sheets, “God, your mouth is fucking perfect. Why haven’t we done any of this shit before?” he was in such a fucked out haze, he wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying made any sense at all. But he felt his stress from earlier going away finally. Even if this was just a short state of bliss, he was grateful for it anyway.

“You really want me to answer that or would you just prefer me to keep sucking your dick?” you sassed while you kitten licked his tip. You watched from the end of the bed as Tom bucked his hips into your mouth to try and get more contact from your lips but you pulled away from him and just kept licking his tip.

God, you were good, Tom thought to himself.

‘K-keep going,” Tom finally breathed out, flinging his head against the pillow to brace for the impact.

Hollowing your cheeks, you pushed yourself all the way down his cock. Your tongue flicking the base in between as you began to feel him throb inside of your mouth. You could tell he was close so you moaned softly into his cock, watching as Tom shuddered from the sensation you just sent through him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tom cried out, moaning your name as he rutted his hips into your mouth. His pupils blacked as he felt the heat rising in his body, “Shit...I’m gonna cum, Y/N,” he warned as you pulled away, running your hand down his shaft as he began to come undone for you.

His warmth spilled out into your hand and down his cock while he let go finally. The stress somewhat leaving his body as it did yours while the euphoric high peaked for him. Your lips crashed against his while his tongue parted your lips to find yours, tangling them together as he moaned against your mouth while riding out his high finally.

You waited for Tom to catch his breath before you smiled against his lips, placing a small peck against them as you pulled away with an even bigger grin, “Yeah, you’re welcome,” you gave him the same arrogant tone he gave to you moments earlier before you pecked his lips again.

After taking some time to get yourselves together mixed with the continuous fooling around underneath the sheets, you and Tom finally decided to get up and end the night. Even though he didn’t want to leave, he knew he probably shouldn’t overstay. Primarily, Tom was adamant about never spending the night at a girl’s place that he slept with. That made things complicated and he didn’t want complicated. But since you and him had rules to not make things messy, he wasn’t sure if that applied to you. For now, he wanted to play it safe so he got himself dressed again.

You pulled on an oversized t-shirt, realizing both of your hair looked a mess. Luckily you were already home and Tom was down the hall so it didn’t really matter. You wanted to say something to Tom, that you were thankful he came by tonight. You were thankful even before sex was on the table. It felt nice to have him as an ally to swing by with a pizza when he didn’t even know you needed that.

“...is it weird to say I’m glad you came by?” you gestured towards your bedroom while you walked with him out into the kitchen where the half eaten pizza was left, “I know we haven’t really made too many rules about it but…” you trailed off with a nervous laugh as you smiled at him awkwardly.

“Like we said, zero weirdness,” Tom reminded you as he padded his way over to you. He grabbed a leftover crust from the box and shoved it in his mouth, clearly starving already from the workout you had just given him. He smiled while he chewed lazily, his mouth still filled with pizza crumbs, “But I’m happy to come by when we have shit days...and make you cum as well,” he smirked deviously. 

The door opened as you smiled back, “Doesn’t have to be just bad days, you know. We could...screw whenever we feel like it,” you told him, hoping that it wasn’t too much.

“Did you just say screw?” he whipped his head towards you with a loud laugh.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just leave you to the girls who leave you unsatisfied then,” you fought back.

Tom leaned against the door with his mouth gaped open, “They do not...leave me...unsatisfied?” he questioned himself, knowing that that was true, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Then why are you here?” you placed a hand on your hip, feeling the smile pulling at your lips while you messed around with him. You certainly weren’t in this mood earlier before Tom came around.

Pressing his lips together, Tom rolled his eye at you, “Fine...we can screw...whenever,” he leaned in closer to you with his eyes big as he mimicked your voice when you said it, “As long as we keep this thing strictly what we intended, you can use me whenever you need, Y/N,” and he meant it.

You didn’t back away when he sealed his words with a soft kiss, paired with his trademark grin. Tom pulled away slowly, taking in the moment as he wished you a goodnight quietly before kissing you against the cheek, “Like I said, best friend I ever had,” he said softly once again.

“Am I interrupting something?” A voice broke from behind the two of you. Both of your eyes widened towards each other as you both simultaneously pivoted your heads towards the staircase where the voice was coming from.

Tom closed his eyes with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to ignore Harrison staring at the two of you with a crooked grin. Making it known to Tom that explaining this was going to be a lot tougher than he had imagined.

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[shivvy-roy]

ok some assorted romangrace thoughts for @rckstrgrlfrnd

i feel like they got together bc they get along SO WELL. like just based on how they were roasting shiv at thanksgiving it seems like theyve never had a hard time making conversation or anything like they can just chat for hours on end

i genuinely don’t remember if the show says what grace does for work but i hc that she was like a PA at waystar studios when roman was out in cali and she like had to bring coffee to him and frank and roman made some snarky comment and instead of ignoring it like most of the workers did she sassed back and it caught his interest

i think they slept in the same bed but didn’t cuddle but would be like fairly close. like they both slept towards the middle of the bed

i bet they both have insanely good interior design taste and their apartment was SO BEAUTIFUL

considering grace has a daughter that roman is clearly comfortable enough around to like hug and talk to and that the family seems to know and has seen her before i would hc that by the pilot they’d been together for a while- maybe 2 years or so? and are very much in sync. like they know what the other is thinking most of the time.

i don’t think roman really has friends so i think grace was kinda his best friend? someone that roman could go to for serious stuff and really air his feelings to but also watch stupid tv with

actually now that im saying it i think they watched wipeout together and died laughing whenever someone fell or got horribly injured

i think they also had a “show” that they absolutely swore not to watch without the other and if the pilot is in 2018 and im going with theyve been together 2 years im gonna say their show was westworld since it started in 2016

i also think roman absolutely adores isla like if shes 7 or 8 or so in the pilot roman wouldve met her when she was 5/6 or so and so didnt have to deal w like potty training or any gross little kid stuff (bc i think hed hate that) but she has her own little personality at that point and i think hed be able to tone himself down enough to be okay around a kid. i think that he plays dolls with her and then the dolls end up dying in horrible ways but isla thinks its hilarious

i dont think isla sees him as a dad but definitely as a Trusted Adult- like he’s listed as a contact at her school in case she needs to be picked up

i hc that grace doesn’t come from money in the same way roman does but that she’s upper middle class- both parents worked but maybe her dad was a doctor so they had a decent amount of $. but obviously compared to the .01% roys shes SO much more down to earth and “real” and i think roman really really likes that about her

i also bet they liked to get wine drunk and bitch about people. i bet grace had some REALLY mean things to say about tom and roman thought it was fucking hilarious

somehow some nsfw thoughts came to me as well so im gonna put a read more here LOL

i think that they have the arrangement that tomshiv wanted but could never actually accomplish- like grace does go off and have sex with other men which keeps the pressure off roman to perform BUT they present as a united front. Roman & Grace.

with that said i do think that roman is sexually attracted to her in his own horrible little way. like he saw her in the shower or smth once and was aroused but didnt know wtf to do about it so just ignored it

i think they do have sex SOMETIMES but its like 3 times a year and even if he can’t quite get himself off always he’s figured out how to get her off. like i would see them using a vibrator or something?