#id be the same if i was dating Zendaya

[naughtygeek49]

I love a man who is slightly (pathetically) obsessed with his girlfriend

[cartmankisser]

OKOK HEAR ME OUT CLYDE DONOVAN FLUFF ALPHABET

thwy did him so dirty in the post covid special thing :(

sammie i am so sorry this is from like december and was buried at the bottom on my drafts. just a heads up i am not doing full alphabets anymore (unless i really like the character so maybe give it a shot)

this is an old request please read my rules if u wanna learn more 🙏

putting it under the cut because it is long but no nsfw don't worry

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

likes to go on flashy dates, or dates where a lot of people would see you two together, especially people he knows. if he's feeling lazy (or out of money) then he's cool with just chilling. he really likes watching horribly rated movies and making fun of them/mocking the actors. also i can see him being overly cocky when it comes to board games

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

he's not using you for your looks or anything, but damn aren't you hot. he's an honest man that can appreciate a pretty face, but personality wise he would have to say patient you are. a lot of people, including his friends, get frustrated at him so even if your upset or annoyed, you'll never actually leave him. he likes that a lot :)

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

he honestly doesn't know so has gonna give you a cheesy ass speech that he heard on a movie or something. you'll have to tell him how to help because homie's kinda dumb be patient he's trying his best

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

probably something totally unrealistic like you guys are gonna be the next zendaya and tom holland. realistically if yall end up dating long term, it will be pretty much the same, but a bit less energetic and spontaneous

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

id say you two are rather equal? he doesn't really mind, but around his friends he gets a bit embarrassed so he likes if you let him be all manly and show off at school

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

bringing this back from the beginning of my account if u remember what post this is from ily to death

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

oh he just adores everything you do for him. like you could pick him up his favorite soda on the way to his house and he would tear up at the fact that you remembered. it's kinda cute kinda dramatic 🤷🤷🤷

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

he couldn't keep a secret if he tried. he's not really problematic so you don't have to worry about him hiding anything bad from you anyways

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

he kinda lives inside his own little bubble,, dating you means that he gets to travel outside of his normal routine, even if it's just a little!! sleepovers on school nights, exploring where you shouldn't be, whatever! he loves doing in exciting stuff with you that he'd normally wouldn't

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

jealous often and easily, but it's more in a petty way than him actually getting angry at you. he just gets whiny and uses it as an excuse to get attention from you

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

mm average kisser i would say? he likes kissing you on the cheek a lot like idk he thinks it's super cute.

the first kiss was something spontaneous like you both were super excited and jumping around because of some good news and you both just looked at eachother for a second and leaned in i guess

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

he's a pussy i'm sorry he wouldn't make the first move unless he knew 100% that you were gonna say yes

that being said, once he knows you like him back, he goes all out, super flashy and obnoxious, just so everyone would see the confession and he could brag to them about how he's going out with the hottest person in school now

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

i'm gonna skip this one because i can't stand clyde in post covid 😓

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

anything he can think of. he googled pet names to call your s/o

but usually just babe. he whines it a lot like

"but baabbbbeeeeeeee"

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

it's so obvious like he blushes and giggles like a schoolgirl whenever you're nearby,,,

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

mostly likes to put his hand on your lower back or an arm around your shoulder, but he also likes holding hands and giving you kisses on the cheek

but he will do as as much pda as you will let him,,,

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

easily agreeable. arguments don't really happen 🤷

i think it's because hes pretty empathetic (and stupid)

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

he tries to be creative but mostly he likes small dates at either of your homes. like where you light candles and eat pizza and watch movies!!

besides from date, he's pretty cliche when it comes to romance, but it's super adorable

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their? Do they believe in them?

clyde is your biggest supporter

he would probably cheer you on if you wanted to kill someone

10/10 great cheerleader believes in you with all his heart

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

i mean, your routine is constantly all over the place, but he likes the controlled chaos!!

he needs a high energy routine to keep him entertained, but other than that he doesn't need much to spice up the relationship tbh

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

ive said it before i'll say it again. so empathetic he's cried for you.

on multiple occasions.

he's such a sweetheart he's so understanding of your problems and always wants to help you out

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

dude you mean the world to him. i don't know how else to say it but your really important to him.

i don't think he would ditch his friends for you if they already have plans together, but he would think about you the whole time

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

when he goes for hugs/cuddles, he will not let go. it doesn't matter if you're walking or if you have to pee, you aren't going anywhere 😭😭

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

yes read the one above this ^^^

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

he wouldn't kill or anything, but he would sacrifice a lot for you.

you really keep him happy and shining when he can't get out of bed and he knows he won't be the same without you

[dynananarmy]

REPUTATION|| Min Yoongi

Summary:

You were in the top. There was no person in the world who didn't know your name, either for your success or your reputation, believing that the only thing you should do is smile, be a good girl, don't force your opinions on people, and NOT for any reason deny the dating rumors. But then a gummy smile and a sweet accent came to change all your believe system, from a friends with benefits to falling in love, you encounter a new fear: would he love you despite your reputation

Pairings: Idol!Min Yoongi(SUGA) x singer!reader   

Warnings: distorted body image and unwarranted fear of gaining weight. Unhealthy habits like starvation, underage alcohol consuption. Mild smut and age gap (Yoongi is 25 and reader is 20) but everything is consensual). If i miss something please let me know.

Gorgeous

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us He's in the club doing, I don't know what You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats Alone, unless you wanna come along, oh

Anxiety was a familiar feeling, a daily occurrence even before you knew how to call it. The constant fear of making the wrong move, not filling everybody's expectations. But it never gets easier, walking a red carpet was nerve wracking at 20 like it was when you were 13, but expectations were higher, every single album need it to be different, different  sound, different style, you need it to be more mature but not to sexy because then you were to provocative for kids who follow you, but not to demure because then you are a prim. And then, you were too fat, and then too skinny, or you would have the nice flat stomach that people expect but you didn't have the hourglass figure. So everything you stand in an outfit risky enough for you, you would shake like a leaf, praying that the apple and the water that you had eaten would not somehow make you look bloated. That you contour was blended, that the powder under your eyes would not flash in camera. 

You were about to promote your second single of your album, a song who was for a ex manager and ended up seeing as a call out for war for a singer whom you were friends but ended up splitting ways when she started dating an ex boyfriend, an ex boyfriend that you don't actually love but it was still awkward going out with the new girlfriend of your ex. Your team takes it as publicity, even if there was not an actual feud, good or bad, publicity is publicity, and so the music video only seems to spark even more fire. Still you invited all of your friends, friends that you met through other friends, in fashion shows or while performing in lingerie runways, the kind of friends that you partied with in your mansion in Coney Island or the one in Malibu. But that only sends a spark of worry, appearing in a music video with models with perfect bodies only makes you even more insecure about your own, and you were scared about what people would think about it.

A tug in your arm pulled you out of the dazed of the camera's flash and your thoughts, Calum King was a producer, a handsome embodiment of masculinity, a strong build body, a short beard, barely there but enough to let you know that he was a man. He was older than you by a lot, not enough to be scandalous but enough to raise a few eyebrows.

 He smile and you copied and hold his arm to the cameras, the lady assisting the red carpet gesture you to move and once you were out of the sight of the camera you let a shaky breath a pound in the head and the emptiness of your stomach make you feel dizzy and your publicist move quickly, holding a hard candy to you.

“Are you okay?” Calum asks, still holding you, you nod immediately and put the candy in your mouth.

“I´m good, the lights make me feel light headed but nothing that a little bit of sugar does´n fix” you say tasting the candy, feeling a little bit less tired, he nods but his sight was already far away from you. 

“Baby, i´m going to say hello to a few friends, I¨ll see you in our seats, okay?” He doesn't wait for an answer, his manager following behind, you let a sigh of relief, relieved that you don't have to keep pretending anymore, Calum and you met a few months ago while visiting a friend of your to the studio, a paparazzi saw you having coffee and after that you kept seeing each other, he would be your date in events and to the world, you were official, but you didn't even be intimate,barely hold hands while walking in the streets, or kiss each other more than a few pecks when winning a prize, but even that, it felt forced. Your publicist looks away from her phone to look at you and gives you an indifferent look.

“A new korean band is in here, apparently they are very famous and are contending against you for one of the awards, maybe you should go and see them so people see that you support new talents”

Curiosity sparks within you  “Korean band, is it BTS?” you asked, sipping your water you publicist arch an eyebrow

“Yes, did you know them?” she looks rarely interested, you nod reminiscing how  a few weeks ago you had stumbled on a fan edit of you and one of the members titled “1997 golden babies” seeing the dark haired boy dancing and performing with that much passion caught your attention, looking at his name and thus his group, fascinated enough that you had expend a few hour looking at the music videos and some of their performances, a bubble of excitement grew in your stomach making you feel energized again and you started to walk knowing your publicist was going to take you to them, skipping to some people you got to the corner where a group of at least 10 men stand, you immediately felt short and tiny and intimidated but you put your confident face and wait for your publicist to talk with one of the men, who yo assume was their manager, he look surprised and his gazed fall to you where you standing sandwiched between your bodyguards, he nod and went to say something to the remaining men 7 of them wipe their heads instantly to you and you smile, you make the remaining and they scatter in formation, pushing the taller men in front, he gives you a smile and flashed with a set of dimples.

“Hii, is so nice to meet you guys” You break the ice, you scanned every single one of them, from the tall broad shoulder one to Jungkook, the one of the edit and then your eyes fall to one of them, instantly draw for the way he looks at you, like he knew something your eyes goes back to the taller guy as he start to talk.

“It's so incredible to meet, we are big fans of your music” he says, you had heard that a lot but he sound genuine and the rest of the boy nodded, your eyes went back to the guy with the feline eyes and you see something that you had seen before but rarely from another artist, admiration, but also understanding, like he understanded something and he was fascinated by it. 

“Are you performing tonight?” you asked trying to shake the feeling that he was reading you like a book he understands the language. 

“Ummm, no, not tonight, hopefully someday”  he looked a little ashamed but that only made you feel more admiration for them, they are escalating little by little.

“Id watched some of your performance” a chorus of ¨whoas¨ breaks their silence and you smile wider “You would have made us look like kids beside you, you are truly amazing” you compliment, the words flooding with ease, all of them let a ¨thank you¨ and when you meet eyes with the feline eyed boy he gives you the most beautiful and shy gummy smile, something inside you felt warm and fuzzy and you enjoy it so much that you wish it never went away. Your publicist asked for a picture and you stand with them.

The flash was quick, you changed the pose and at the same time you felt a delicate brush of fingers in your back. Tingles run down your spine and your hair stands, how was it possible that a man could make you feel that way without talking, without knowing him? You didn't even know his name, or how he was, he could be an asshole. 

The camera stop flashing and the warm fingers leave your trembling body (you didn't know if it was of starvation or the adrenaline running through your veins) You look at him, the man with the gummy smile, cat-like eyes and the rose petal lips, he bow and you did the same as a reflex, that make him smile fully and the giddy, warm feeling bubble in your stomach all the way up your chest. You broke eye contact and with warm cheeks you went to hug the taller guy hugging all of them (not without almost melting in gummy smile boy, and breathing deeply his mainly citrus smell).

Your entrance was cut out by your manager, who led you backstage and you hope you bump into them, to talk to him, to hear him and let his fingers pay with your skin, but you were immediately trap in the changing room pulling other set of clothes and when you get out your publicist was waiting with a mint and a glass of ice you chew while letting the makeup artist  retouch your makeup.

You had already stood up 5 times to receive an award and Top Social Artist was the last nomination before going to change for your performance. Sitting on the front row with Calum on your side being the perfect supporting boyfriend and with Zendaya on the other side beside her a bunch of other models friends, big names in the industry who appeared in the music video that had already premiered a few awards ago. And although you should've be worried if you would win the category you were already seeing black spots, nausea and heavy eyelids accompanying, and sitting beside with the most beautiful, tallest, slimmest, women of the moment didn't make you feel better, you could barely hear anything but the sound of blood pumping through your ears but after hearing your name and the loud cheers of your fans a smile appear in your clammy face, you wonder if you could even stand to get  the award if you win, a louder cheer broke in the arena and looking to the screen you saw the south korean band announced and when it disappears it took a few seconds for the screams to stop, the announcers opened the envelope, two seconds of silence in the speakers and then...“BTS!” You jump clapping finding strength out of nowhere and with a smile you saw the band walk in front of your eyes with wide eyes, open mouth and smiles, a single hand sticking out for you and knowing who it was you brush his hand with yours. 

Then you turn back and with a bodyguard in front and another in your heels, you walk into the main stage of the arena. 

Everything was blurry, you followed the guard into the hallway and crouched to get in the elevator, holding the mic and letting your head go over the choreography. And when the voice in your in ear says “one”you feel the lift move and stand.You felt like you were going to faint, but still make your moves as smooth as possibly, it felt like forever but when you give the final move and look at the camera you give the most convincing smile ever. Wait for the count to end and the light to ade out to let your body fall to the ground. But the light did not fade, and the camera was still on you. 

The host appeared to your side to announce that your music had already broken a record and that you had won another 2 awards. You accept the award and let the host hug you and unintentionally your body stumbles, your eyes give a turn and feel almost lost conscious.“It's okay” you said to the man and pulled out with a smile, looking to the worried crowd,”It's okay” you repeat in the mic ” I very excited, to be here and to win this awards, thank you to everybody that make this possible, my fans, my family, my team, everybody that listen my music and the art i make, thank you so much, i love you” You said, making well rehearsed words leave your mouth, you leave following the lady with the awards, numb. 

The act seemed innocent and so quickly and random that nobody should have noted, but it set something, pieces clicking in place, for you felt illicit, scandalous, it ignited something that you have never let your body cave in, lust. A sin so impure that only thinking about it makes you flustered, but it only took a couple of glances, some brushes of skin and a hug for you to continue the seduction game he started. And you wanted him to win, to ditch all the circus and let him take you to the hotel, seeing him all in black contrasting with his soft creamy skin, a fallen angel.  

Wanting to feel something, did you deserve the awards? Your music had moved so much from your original goal that  you barely felt it was good. So you didn't feel proud, and you did not feel happy, or sad, or angry. You felt hungry, and tired.

 How dare he be so cool? With the glinting earrings and the necklaces and the deep voice and side smile, a dream, you never thought he was just your type. Was it possible for you to have him? A quick internet research let you know his name, his position on the group and his age, he was a little over five years older than you, younger than your “exes” but so much different, he felt real, a real man, but at the same time he was surreal, to perfect,  to gorgeous. And you wanted to know all about him.

You sit alone in the buffet of your hotel, with other people who also went to the awards, munching on a chicken salad with some delicious sauce and bread sticks and a glass of orange juice. Your orange juice, of course, was spiked with alcohol by your manager, a way to make you last giggly and awake for the rest of the night. Feeling already full with your second plate and with already a certain amount of alcohol in your system, you felt better, enough to keep looking at the table in front of you. Where 7 boy sit holding a camera laughing at one of them knocking the glass with the camera gummy smile boy who had, just like you, been looking at you smile with you and you hold the big stack of tissues at him, he walk to you and brushing fingers he take it from your hands “thanks” he said with a deep voice, one that you had already heard in his music videos but never compared to the real thing.

It took you 30 minutes to shower, dry your hair, put light makeup and a flowy black dress, that fall above your knees, do a quick google research of what to expect at losing your virginity and chugging the mini bottle of wine of your mini fridge, cleaning all of the clothes on the bed and quickly fix it. And when you thought that he wouldn't come a knock was heard. You look for the last time in the mirror and open the door.

 And he was there, his hair now completely straight  and soft looking and his face was bare, no necklace and simple cotton shirt and black cargo pants. Like he couldn't be more gorgeous.  Oh wait, he could, looking at you with the damn smile. “Hi” you said, already losing the game “Hi”, deep voice and cute accent, you can't help but giggle, boozing  alcohol in your veins.

“Please, please come in” You open the door all the way “ I´m y/n, by the way” you said and he looks at you, “I know, I´m Yoongi” he says laughing “I know” you respondHe lifted an eyebrow “you do?” he said with a smug smile, “of course i know, i'm not that  dump to hook up with a guy i don't even know the name of” you widen your eyes and blame the alcohol by your blunt remark, but feel relieved when he laughs. He let you lead the way to the living room and when he sits on the couch he notices the object on the coffee table, an unopened copy of BTS 'latest album you had.

They said goodbye and you broke contact, gulping the last of your orange juice and immediately got replaced, you looked back at your manager and publicist, talking to their manager, using the translator that look flustered, and you knew why, after yourself had talked with your manager about your request, voice confident but cheeks flushed, your manager didn't even had to approach BTS manager before he was already on his way, at that you felt a weird feeling, a territorial frown in your eyes, but you couldn't blame him. Every celebrity you have met has done this.  A simple deal, a way for celebrities to keep their affairs as private and publicly clean, both sides agreed to keep it quiet and not slip ups. When they finally look at you, turn again to him, his manager walking to him, and slipping a black plastic card. A key to the room to one of the suites. Your suite.

“I thought you could signed for me” you explained with a shy tone “I found it on the airport bookstore and since i kinda collect music album i thought it was a nice addition” 

He grabbed it “can i open it?”  he said with the cute accent, you nod excited and he carefully start to unwrap you sit by his side to get a better look, when he finished it, he looks at you

 “it has a photocard” he explains and you giggle again at the way he pronounce the last word, feeling the warm feeling in your stomach and he send your favorite smile at you.He opens the book and stop at the page with the card stuck to it “It's random so is a surprise, go, turn it around” he gesture to the book, you grab it and turn it around,

 “Oww” you let out a disappointed sound when you look at the man that clearly wasn't your Min Yoongi, he laughs and you pout “what can i do if i want one of you?” you ask with a distressed look. He dares to look flustered and he reach to his neck and the his hair, you wanted yours in its place, you licked your lips and look at lis face, “You could buy lots of album until mine come out” hmmm

“That's a good idea” his stare became intense and his eyes darken, his tongue brushed his bottom lip and someone must move forward because your lips replaced his tongue was now kissing his lips. 

Your fingers grab his shirt while his palms was cupping your cheeks, thumb brushing against it, the darkest desires in your mind, the need to be touch to be taken care of,taking his hand in yours you put it on your thigh, where your dress had lift and he complied to your silent request, pushing the fabric up and caressing your skin, but not where you need it him.

 You lean in the couch bringing him with you, but he pull from the kiss, leaving you gasping, “are you sure?” he ask, with his soft, dark eyes, lips swollen and flushed cheeks, you nod, but he shakes his head “are you sure?” he repeats, you think for a second looking at your giddy, boozy brain, “yes, i'm sure” you said with the most confident voice you could muster, he kiss you again and then its your turn to pull away from the kiss ”wait, wait, i,  i haven't, i never have i ever before, i mean, i never had done this before” you confess and he looks at you still panting, he nods, and ask again “are you sure?” and you are.

He didn't let you lay in the couch.

He let you run your fingers through his torso and take his shirt off.

You let him pull down the strips of your dress.

He let you know how much he desires you.

You let him touch for the first time against the wall, making you see stars and blow away in a climax.

He takes to the bed, carrying like you were a leaf.

You let him stole sweet moans out of your mouth

He takes it slowly, touching skin like you were fine china.

You feel like a confident woman when you whisper “you are so gorgeous, I can say anything to your face.”

He lets a deep chuckle and gives a deep thrust making you scream of pleasure.

A mix of sloppy kisses, discreet love bites, nails against skin and pasional hip thrust between the sheets you let yourself think for a second that is not a one time thing, that euphoric feeling you were experimenting and that it was the most happy you had been in years was going to finish the moment he finish panting against your neck.

You tried to not look disappointed when he stood up and walked to the bathroom, closing your eyes, letting yourself feel the remnants of your climax.

He came back a few minutes later, cleaning between your legs and leaving a soft kiss in your thigh before slipping your underwear in its place, holding you in his arms.

You cried for the first time in front of a person. 

He tells you that he knew you were hungry, he had felt it before. Not by his own choice.

You tell him about the empty feeling in your stage while on stage.

He kisses your face while rubbing circles in your back.

  When the morning sun came up you watched his sleeping figure, his back up and belly down, face facing you and his arm around you.

You mindlessly start writing invisible letters, your name. Wishing he could be more than a stranger.

He lets you a note. His number. Breakfast. And a single pink flower and a book from the souvenir store “ The meaning of flowers”

Azalea

 The azalea is the flower that ushers in springtime in the southern United States. That’s one reason it’s so closely associated with beauty and rebirth. 

These blooms are often given as a symbolic message to, “Take care of yourself,” which is an important sentiment to extend to the bereaved.

Little-Known fact:

 Azaleas are celebrated in festivals throughout the world, especially the U.S. and Asia. In Chinese culture, the azalea is known as the “thinking of home bush” and was immortalized in the poetry of a famous poet during the Tang dynasty.

HIIIIIIIIII

SO 

I FINISH THIS CHAPTER

It took years, but my mental health has been bad lately and also was hard to write the first meeting, if it look to rushed, dont worry its kinda the point, they are not in love but definetly know that they felt something. But they dont know each other,  i like to think of them as soulmates. 

We see how she was physically and mentaly hitting rock bottom and her team is not as innocent as it look.

If i was vague about everything, when the managers were talking, they were basically negociating the one night stand, that way the public wouldnt found out. A normal ocurrence in this AU.

Everything you feel courius about, please let me know.

Thank you so much for reading, i love you

[quackcitylimits]

thoughts as i watched s1 of euphoria !!

ep 1 -------------------------------------------------

- having your family as your lockscreen and taking your wedding ring with you while you cheat is definitely a decision ¿?¿

- ok i get all the ashtray jokes on twitter now i didn't realize he was a CHILD 😭😭😭😭😭

- rue high in the rotating hallway was cool it's giving troy bolton singing scream

- jules scaring nate by hurting herself and saying she's invincible... happy pisces season to her

ep 2 ------------------------------------------------

- IBKNEW NATES DAD DIDNT BEAT THE ALLEGATIONS BUT I DIDNT KNOW NATE WATCHED HIM DO THST SHIT

- how did jacob elordi go from the kissing booth to this 😭😭 life really comes at you fast huh

- kat preaching about discrimination to her black principal 😭 maybe let's not do this rn

- you know fez is kindaaaa.... i get it now i really do...

ep 3 ------------------------------------------------

- piña coladas are that good you're so right kat

- WHY IS SHE A TUMBLRINA NAURR

- Larry jumpscare 😟

- has zendaya ever met harry styles does he know she had to read this out loud in one of the most popular shows out rn

- why does kat have notifications on for her videos oh my god

- rue would love dnf what

ep 4 ------------------------------------------------

- and when i beat jules mothers ass then what

- i want fair food :(

- if the guy you're talking to is saying the L word but won't acknowledge you're even in a relationship you better run 😵‍💫

-noooo they threw those pretzels away give them to meeeeeee

- how are you having sneaky links with your whole face and information out and you own half the town :|

- i jokingly say im gonna kms a lot but if half the carnival watched me do what cassie did on that merry go round id really do it

- nate you fucking FREAK

ep 5 ------------------------------------------------

- maddys desire to do nothing... bitch you're my soulmate

- alexa demie is sooo prettyyyy heart eyes

- ethan's so cute i love pathetic men

- kat blew off maddy in distress to give a blow job 😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐 didn't even get anything back

ep 6 ------------------------------------------------

- BOB ROSS??!?!?

- ofc nate went as a prisoner for halloween that freak

ep 7 ------------------------------------------------

- RUE WATCHING LOVE ISLAND SLAY

- rues detective bit)&;&&&/

- wait im so dumb i didn't realize this was the same daniel kat dated in middle school

- ok im glad mckay reacted rationally to cassie telling about the pregnancy

ep 8 ------------------------------------------------

- maddys really the best character in this show

- kat what are you weaarrrinnnggg 😭😭😭😭

- what even is this jules and anna plot line what

- FEZZZZZ THE CHILDDDDD

- oh she's singing now ok

- 🗣 sing replay!! 🗣

[kiyaar]

Any thoughts on the new Spider-Man trailer? I really love your reviews of the MCU’s nonsense, so I’d thought I’d ask lol.

i watched this three times for you, anon. there is a lot of nonsense! • zendaya continues to be the best part of tom holland spiderverse • the city falling into itself thing was cool the first time, when they did it in inception, and everyone is always going to think of inception any time someone else does it now. stop trying to be inception. • this is a spiderman 2 (mcu) peeve that has carried over, but I think they fucked up by revealing spider-man's secret identity. i would have probably said the same thing about iron man (2008) if i had been a die-hard tony comics fan at that time, but i think it worked out for him. but 616 spiderman has a lot of baggage around his identity, guards it arguably more fiercely than anyone else on the avengers. i'm drawing parallels between him and tony because they have both been so anal about their identities that they have had retcons/do-overs/take-backsies about their superhero IDs because it's a Big Deal. so right now I have very little idea where the mcu thinks it's going with that and I worry that we're headed for a reset with this multiverse hopping shenanigans they're trying to set up. and. dare i say it. a one day more situation. (i do not call this energy to fruition) • may continues to be hot • trying VERY HARD to overcome my distaste for benedict cumbersnatch to see through him and into the stephen strange. what if arguably did a better job of this and made it easier for me. • he could definitely be a skrull, but also he has made a lot of ego-driven decisions that end up having large fallouts in 616 so i would buy it either way, i guess. i think i expect more of him, and i'm disappointed in him for Casting That Spell, but i'm not surprised. • i think it is likely that there are offscreen (off-trailer) indications that Casting That Spell might be necessary to fix not only peter parker's sloppy identity management problems but also like. a multiverse crack or disturbance or something so i'm reserving my opinions about the oocness of his decision for now. • they'd better not fucking kill Happy Hogan • I am honestly dreading the city folding shenanigans because it means that we are still locked in this deathgrip with CGI-lust and it's distracting and dumb. and i hate it. bring back practical sfx. • why is everyone losing their mind on social about alfred molina. i don't understand this thirst flavor, are you all okay • he does look much better without a bowl cut • will willem dafoe be in this? i saw a lars von trier movie where his penis was out and if he shows up as norman osborn that's all i'll be able to think about • this trailer actually tells us little to nothing about the plot of this movie and i like that • i have seen every spider-movie to date • sinister 6 though? • prepared for post-film bestiality discourse if rhino or lizard shows up • fully expecting symbiote nonsense and i, a monsterfucker, am Ready for the body horror flavor to really permeate MCU fanworks for a time

[dlwritings]

Never Have I Ever | Tom Holland

masterlist found here

pairing - Tom x reader word count - 2,193 warnings - implications of sex and mention of nudes A/N - for the two anons who requested | the Never Have I Ever bit is based on this classic One Direction interview

summary - You and Tom had been dating for a while, and a stupid iCloud hacker caused some intimate pictures to leak. When things get a little awkward at an interview, your cast mates had your back.

It’s in the moments when life is going really well that one should start to get suspicious. Especially when your life is so publicized, you should always be on your toes.

You should’ve known when things were going so well with Tom that they were bound to come crashing down eventually.

Your relationship had been going on privately for about six months. You met on the set of Spider-Man: Far From Home. You weren’t playing an important character or anything, just one of the background students going on the European trip. Something about you just caught Tom’s eye. The more time he spent with you, the more he realized he was falling for you.

However, your publicists were both very strict about your relationship needing to remain private. While nothing about the two of you being together was illegal, the world didn’t exactly need to see Hollywood heartthrob 23-year-old Tom Holland parading around with up-and-coming singer-slash-actress 18-year-old (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Everyone on your teams could already see the headlines, and they wouldn’t exactly do wonders for either of your images. Tom would be seen as a perverted cradle robber, and you would be seen as a ladder-climbing slut. It was pretty much a lose-lose situation.

So, you kept it on the downlow. Your friends, immediate family, and fellow castmates knew, but you never went public about it. This didn’t mean you couldn’t go on dates together, but PDA had to be minimal to non existent. This wasn’t a huge deal, because you weren’t one to make out with your boyfriend in public anyway. So, everything was going fine.

Again, that was when you should’ve realized everything was about to go to shit.

There were a few weeks when Tom was filming in Prague and you didn’t need to be there, so you were home in London. During those weeks, it was only natural for you and Tom to have some intimate conversations. You were both young, and going from almost daily sex to none at all wasn’t easy. You sent him a few pictures, he reciprocated, there were a few steamy phone calls and some text messages here and there, but that was it. It was all normal young adult behavior. The only thing was, neither of you were considered normal young adults.

You got the phone call in the dead of night. One phone call you might’ve missed, but the endless stream that was coming in was impossible to ignore. You saw the caller ID read Monica - manager, so you answered it, feeling panic settle in your chest immediately. Monica was a friend at this point -practically an older sister- but she would have no positive reason to call at 1:00 in the morning.

“Everything’s fine,” she said as soon as you picked up.

“Monica-”

“Someone hacked Tom’s iCloud,” she said.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “So?���

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Apparently, the two of you have shared some, um, intimate phot-”

“OH MY GOD!” you screamed. “NO! No way! FUCK!”

“It’s okay,” she said, trying to calm you down. “It’s okay.”

“It’s very clearly not okay!” you shouted. “My naked photos are on the internet! You know who has access to the internet?”

“I mean-”

“Everyone!” you said. “And you know who is a part of everyone?”

“(Y/N)-”

“My mom!” I shouted. “My mom is going to see naked photos of me. She probably thinks I’m still a virgin! Oh my god. The whole world is going to think I’m a slut.”

“Okay, but you’re not a slut,” Monica said, her voice soothing.

“But-”

“It’s very important to me that you know that this does not make you a slut,” she said. There was that older sister vibe coming out. “Everyone shares nudes, alright? Someone else stealing and sharing those doesn’t make you a slut. Okay?”

You took a stabilizing breath. “Okay.”

“We took the picture down where it was originally posted,” she said. “I’m sure people have already saved it though, but you know what? It’s going to be fine. We’ll tackle the PR when it comes up. There’s nothing we can do about it now except handle it like adults and remind the world that you and Tom are both adults.”

Tom.

“Okay,” you said again. “Thanks for calling me.”

“Try and get some sleep,” she said. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Sleep,” you scoffed. “Right.”

As soon as you hung up with Monica, you called Tom. He picked up on the first ring. “(Y/N)-”

“Why’d you put it on the cloud?” you shouted, unable to stop yourself.

“Everything backs up automatically!” he said defensively. “This isn’t my fault!”

“Well it isn’t my fault!”

“I’m not saying it is!”

“Whose fault is it then?”

“The 40-something-year-old pervert who hacked into my account and leaked the photos!”

You couldn’t help but let out a short laugh. Tom did the same, and you ran a hand through your messy bedhead. “This is a disaster, Tom,” you mumbled.

“I know,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, waving a hand dismissively even though he couldn’t see it.

“You know, it’s going to be brought up next week during press,” Tom said. In your sleepy state, you had forgotten that next week, you were starting press for the film. You sighed into the receiver.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you said.

The following week came, and neither you nor Tom had responded to any of the internet’s comments on the nudes. Your publicists both decided it would be best to address the situation only when it arose during an interview. That way, the words could come directly from your mouths without any chance of misinterpretation or poor wording from a tweet or Instagram post. It would also come across as more professional than if Tom blabbed about it during an Instagram live.

The first interview that happened was on Jimmy Kimmel Live. You had both done an interview with Jimmy before, and he was one of the nicest guys on late night TV. You hoped he would be kind about it all. Maybe, if you were lucky, he wouldn’t even bring it up. To make the night even better, you would be sharing the couch with Jake, Jacob, and Zendaya. You knew you’d be a little bit more at ease with them there.

Everything about the interview was going fine at first. Jimmy was asking you all questions about the film and what life behind the scenes was like with such a crazy cast. After the commercial break, Jimmy informed the audience that you would be playing a game. The game, of course, had already been approved by your PR team. That didn’t mean you had any idea what it was.

“We’ve asked Twitter to send in their best questions for never have I ever,” Jimmy said. “Now, I’ve not seen any of these questions, but they have been cleared by our team.” Jimmy handed the five of you paddles that read I HAVE on one side and NEVER on the other. “I will be playing too, because I think it’s only fair,” he said with his usual smile.

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, but you painted on your superstar smile to mask your nerves. Surely the questions wouldn’t be that bad if Jimmy’s team cleared them.

“From Paula comes, Never have I ever danced naked in the rain,” Jimmy said.

“In the rain?” Tom said.

“Naked?” Jacob clarified. Jimmy nodded with a laugh as he flipped it to the NEVER side. Everyone put NEVER except Jacob.

“Alright, Jacob?” Tom laughed.

“Listen, we’ve all had some wild nights, alright?” he said. “This is a judgement free couch.”

“Alright, next,” Jimmy said with a laugh, “comes from John: Never have I ever joined the mile high club.”

You and Tom looked at each other for a millisecond that you hoped wasn’t caught on camera. Even though it was a lie, you put NEVER. There were some things you just weren’t going to reveal about yourself, even if the whole world had already seen you naked. Jake put I HAVE, and swore he wouldn’t say who he joined with. 

“From Alex: Never have I ever-” Jimmy cut himself off with an awkward laugh. You could tell he wasn’t too thrilled with the questions either. You wondered if someone would get fired after this. “Never have I ever been naked in public.” More questions went by like that: smoked a joint, slept with someone twice or half my age. All things that could stir up PR nightmares and just made you into a liar. 

Jimmy started to read the next. “From Kayla: Never have I ever-” It was evident he was upset, and you wondered for a moment if he’d even read it aloud. “Never have I ever taken a nude photo.”

Laughter spread across the audience as you all played with the paddles in your hands. You couldn’t even get yourself to look at the camera, and Jimmy threw his paddle over his shoulder. “Whoever picked these questions,” he said with a slight laugh, “is in for a stern talking to tonight.”

“Honestly, what did they expect?” Jake asked. “You give us these paddles, and you really think we’re suddenly going to answer these questions? Like Yeah!” He waved his own paddle in the air. “I’ve done all the drugs! Cocaine, heroine! Marijuana is a pussy’s drug.” At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or serious. Still, the audience laughed, and Jake threw his paddle behind him too. He looked at the camera and pointed at it. “We know what you sick perverts want,” he said, “but listen here. These kids-” He pointed at you, Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. “-are media trained superstars, alright? You really think that Tom “Spider-Man” Holland is gonna stand up and say, This morning, I woke up, rolled a joint-” He was doing a terrible British accent while miming his actions and had everyone dying. “-and then took a dick pic before running through the streets of Los Angeles butt ass naked? You really think this guy is gonna say that? They’re not gonna say that!”

Zendaya took the paddle from Tom and took yours as well, then put them together so the I HAVE sides were touching and both sides of the paddle said NEVER. “They might as well say this, Jimmy,” she said, thrusting the paddles back into your hands. “Never, and never. Never. Never.”

“Yeah!” Jacob agreed. “You all are sick!” He folded his arms across his chest with a sarcastic huff, and everyone applauded him while laughing. You almost had tears in your eyes.

Within a few minutes, the show went to commercial break, and Jimmy apologized profusely to the five of you, mostly to you and Tom since everyone knew the questions were directed more at you. “I honestly had no idea what the questions were,” he said. “I have no idea why they were cleared.”

“It’s fine,” you said. “I think it’s safe to say though that you guys-” You looked at Jake, Zendaya, and Jacob. “-saved us.”

“We’ve always got your back,” Zendaya said, giving your arm a comforting squeeze. You smiled and laid your head on her shoulder while Jacob reached out and squeezed your hand. Jake was talking quietly to Tom, and you could see in both of their eyes that Jake was saying something meaningful. Tom was smiling appreciatively and nodding along.

By the time you and Tom got back to your hotel, the clip of you on Jimmy’s show was already trending. You showed Tom all the tweets, and the two of you shared a laugh. “Glad we can laugh about it now,” Tom said, getting under the covers of the bed beside you.

“Oh believe me, I’m still crying inside,” you said, “but the others made it a little easier.”

“And I didn’t?” Tom teased.

“You’re the one who got them leaked in the first place,” you said.

“You said-”

“I’m joking, div,” you said, hitting him with one of the pillows. Tom laughed and lightly smacked you back. You eventually curled back up to his side, and Tom put his arm around you.

“In all seriousness,” he said, “I’m really sorry this all happened.” You looked up at him to see him already looking down at you. “It’s not fair that this shit is already happening to you. I feel like, like I’m supposed to protect you, you know? And I just fucked that right up.”

“You don’t need to protect me,” you said. “That’s an extremely outdated gender role.” You placed a kiss to his neck, just below his jaw. “But I appreciate you looking out for me. We can’t control the rest of the world. Just ourselves. Just because I can’t trust the rest of the world to respect my privacy doesn’t mean I can’t trust you.”

You were both quiet for a long time, and just when you thought Tom had dozed off-

“You’ll still send me nudes when I’m away, right?”

“I hate you.”

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[sunshinesholland]

the one (and all the others) [2] | t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 5.35k

Warnings: swearing, angst/pining, allusion to abusive past relationships, PTSD mention

Summary: It’s possible Tom would have outgrown the crush, but after one night where feelings were confessed and tears were shed, everything changed. And the worst of it all is that the two of you don’t talk about it, or even acknowledge that it happened. But that’s how it always goes right? It’s good until it’s not.

A/N: This part is a flashback to the night Tom alludes to in part one (see summary above). This is just some exposition to explain their relationship and past. I also just want to say a huge thank you for such a great reaction to my writing so far. It’s something I used to be so passionate about and it feels lovely to get back into it :) Let me know your thoughts, or if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

part one || part two || part three

eighteen months ago

Tom and you are sat on the couch, tangled up in your favorite blanket with Iron Man 2 playing in the background. Zendaya is away on a family trip, so naturally you and Tom are spending the whole weekend watching your favorite movies and eating lots of takeout. It’s not too different from your usual time spent together, but it’s always nice to not feel like you’re bugging her. You’re about tell him the things you’ve learned in your psychology class this week, but instead he’s trying to get you to thumb wrestle him, determined to win. 

“Okay, you know what? You’re the one who wanted to watch this movie! The second one isn’t even my favorite and now you’re thumb wrestling me instead of even watching it,” you say exasperated, though the grin on your face shows you’re enjoying your time together all the same.

“Well, you’re the one that wanted to talk instead of watch so technically this is all your fault. I just want something to do while you tell me about… about, uh,” he pauses, long enough for you to tuck his thumb under yours.

“About arousal theory,” you finish, knowing he won’t remember what you’ve been trying to tell him the past five minutes.

“Oh, now all of a sudden I’m interested, continue,” he grins at you, putting his hand under his chin to (dramatically) show he’s averted his full attention to you.

“If you were paying attention, you would know that’s not at all what that means, Tommy,” you laugh, and face away from him to watch the movie.

“Well, if it was maybe then--” he’s cut off by your phone ringing and vibrating on the coffee table. 

The caller ID shows a picture of your friend George that lights up the screen. Since most people don’t opt for calling, especially in your friend group, you answer quickly. 

“Hello?” You question, nervous something’s wrong with him or another of your friends.

“Y/N!” He excitedly shouts in your ear, so much so that you have to take it away from your ear. At least now you know there’s nothing wrong but your bleeding eardrums.

“I tried calling Tom’s phone but it went straight to voicemail! I’ve got some exciting news and I figured he’s with you though, yeah?” He continues to shout over the noise on his side. 

“I’ll put you on speakerphone,” you reply and do just that, before you place it on the coffee table. 

“Is there a congratulations in order?” Tom asks, a knowing smile on his face. You look at Tom, confused as to what he is talking about.

“Hell yeah there is! She cried and I cried but she said yes! Her family is over right now but the whole gang is coming over for celebratory drinks later, are ya in?” George asks, and you quickly connect the dots.

“Wait, you proposed to Gwen?! And you didn’t tell me? And more importantly, you didn’t ask for my help?” You question in quick succession, because as resident hopeless romantic, you should really be the first one your friends come to for things like this. 

You then turn to Tom who’s chuckling at your excitement, and now you’re yelling at him, “but you knew? And didn’t tell me either?!” 

You chuck a pillow at him, which he dodges before laughing harder at. He ignores you and leans towards the phone to reply to George’s invitation.

“We’ll be there, George. Just text me the details, oh and tell Gwen she’s a div for saying yes,” Tom replies, laughing when George replies with a ‘sure thing!’ before hanging up. He’s so excited he didn’t even register Tom’s comment as a jab, or needing a comeback (which is especially amusing considering how quippy George usually is). 

Gwen and George are a few years older than the rest of your friend group, so you’re a little unsynchronized in your points in life but they’re close friends with you all nonetheless. They have been going out since before anyone in your group has known them. They’re high school sweethearts, best friends, lovers and everything in between. They’ve been through so much in all their time together. They had been told they would never last for the first four years of their relationship. When they ended up on opposite coasts since George left to a startup business and Gwen stayed home to go to culinary school, they were told that one of them would cheat if they didn’t get bored of the distance and each other before then. When they ended up on the same coast in recent years, people assumed Gwen wouldn’t want to stay with him as he wasn’t making much money and had yet to pop the question. Neither Gwen or George paid any mind to any opinions or judgements and were happy taking their time. They were secure with where they were at and whether a shiny ring on her finger and piece of paper happened tomorrow or years in the future, it didn’t matter to either of them when it happened when they knew how they felt.

Now two years later, George’s business has taken off, they live upstate in a nice apartment with their sweet little French bulldog and they’re stable enough to plan the big, romantic wedding they both want. It’s heartwarming every time either of them tells you about their story, or talks about each other at all. Which is why you’re pissed you’re only finding out now. 

“I cannot believe you didn’t even tell me,” you mumble, crossing your arms across your chest with your eyes trained on the TV, “you’re shit at keeping secrets, but this one you decide to not tell me.”

“You’re just jealous that he came to me advice rather than you,” he grins, laying his head in your lap to look up at you.

“Well yeah! You’re not even into all that lovey-dovey, romantic stuff, I am. When you dated that girl last year you couldn’t even think of a gift to give her for Christmas, I had to pick one out. And Harry said you never even said ‘I love you’ to any of your girlfriends growing up and I’ve never heard you say that either.” you pout at the TV, despite not paying attention because it’s just your excuse to not look down at him.

Except that he is into all that lovey-dovey stuff. Or at least he has been since he met you. It’s cheesy, but it’s like you’ve lent him the rose-colored glasses you see the world through and he’s eternally grateful for it. Of course, it helps that he’s in love with you and watching you admire romance and the idea of a fairytale ending is enough to make anyone fall just as hard as he has. But all of that is just too heavy considering you’ve only recently returned to your usual self. Tom can’t be selfish and risk hurting you when you’ve only just begun to heal from your shitty ex-boyfriend. What you need now is your friend and so instead of any declaration of love, he jokes with you. 

“Guess the ladies love me because I love hard enough in other ways,” he says, winking at you.

“I live across the hall, so I know definitely not hard enough, Holland” you retort back, grabbing the last pillow on the couch to throw at his face. 

--

The both of you are in Tom’s car, on the way to Gwen and George’s apartment. The setting sun streams through the passing trees, while Tom’s playlist (the one full of all the songs you like, that he’ll always deny was made specifically for you) plays throughout the car. 

Tom glances at you as you lean your head against the window. You’ve been silent the whole car ride. Not singing along to your favorite song or blabbering about the romance of the engagement, which is unbelievably out of character. He turns down the volume on the stereo so it’s quiet enough to hear the wind whip against the car.

“What’s on your mind?” He questions, sneaking a glance at you before returning his eyes to the road, pulling onto their street.

You don’t say anything for a few minutes, making him think you didn’t hear him. He pulls into a parking spot, thankful for not having to parallel park, and is about to repeat the question when you finally reply.

“Nothing important.” You say and of course Tom doesn’t believe it. Before he can question the honesty of your reply, you’re opening the passenger door and beginning to walk up to their apartment. 

Tom takes the keys out of the ignition and exits the car, quick to catch up to you. It's colder upstate, allowing the snow to form a thick blanket on the ground. It’s fresh and fluffy, effectively dampening all ambient sound outside. While he really wants to ask you again, he can tell you’re not ready to talk yet so he stays silent on the walk up to the apartment building as well as the elevator ride up.

You reach to knock on the door, greeted immediately by George. 

“Hey guys! I’m glad you could make it,” he smiles, practically beaming. They’ve both always known it was in the cards for them to get engaged and of course married, but damn if he wasn’t ecstatic about it finally happening.

“Gwen’s in the living room, on her fourth glass of champagne so naturally she’s already started her own acapella concert in there,” he tells you, looking absolutely smitten just thinking about his future bride, even as a drunk, goofy mess.

“Oh, and Jacob brought some celebratory cigars and since you were such a huge part in helping me plan this, I’d love if you’d join me for one,” George offers Tom.

Tom looks towards you, not wanting to leave when your mood seems off like this. He doesn’t want to flat out say no to George, but you can tell this is his silent way of asking.

“You can go, I’m gonna go see Gwen. I hate the smell of them anyways,” you reassure him with a smile and congratulate George before walking through the apartment to find her.

Gwen is surrounded by people talking to her and congratulating her but as soon as she sees you, she comes running.

“Y/N! Hi! I’m engaged!” She shouts despite the music not being at a loud volume, champagne in one hand and flashing the other with the ring on it at you.

“I know you did, that’s why I came,” you reply with a smile, leaning in to greet your tipsy friend with a hug.

For a while you’re chatting with her and some other friends, not really as energetic as you would be but most people have been here longer than you and are already a little tipsy, so no one notices. You’re in the middle of half-listening to one of Gwen’s co-workers tell all of you about their upcoming trip to somewhere you don’t really care about, when a hand is placed on your back. 

“Do you mind if I steal Y/N away from you for a moment?” He asks and he’s behind you but you can just tell he’s got on a charming smile (but isn’t it always charming to you?)

All of the intoxicated girls grin at his English accent and endearing smile, nodding simultaneously and encouraging him to take you away. You think one may have even said ‘hell, you can take me!’, but regardless, Tom utters a thank you regardless. With his hand in yours, he leads you through the apartment and onto the balcony. The smell of cigar smoke lingers outside and the night air is chilling against your bare arms, having left your jacket inside.

“You brought me away from friends, free booze and the warmth of the indoors to… have me smell some cigar smoke?” You joke, arms hugging yourself in an attempt to keep warm.

“You’re being weird,” he replies before sliding glass door shut, blocking out the music and talking from inside. 

“Excuse me?” You question, furrowing your eyebrows at him, “so you’re gonna force me to be cold, smell cigar smoke, and call me weird? I’m going inside then.”

“Okay I’m sorry for saying you’re being weird,” he says quickly, “But, can you please sit down with me? You can even have my jacket,” he offers, and shrugs it off to hand to you.

You eye the jacket, then the table, before grabbing his coat and sitting down. Bundling yourself up in his warm jacket, the smoke scent lingers on his coat, but it's mixed with his familiar cologne and that’s enough to be comforting. 

“I just, I really love engagements and romance and I realize I haven’t really been excited for two of my closest friends when that’s all tonight is about. It’s just kind of weird behavior on my part and I wanted to talk to you about it,” Tom replies dramatically (the damned acting major).

You look down at the table because you know exactly what he’s doing. Really, it’s hard not to, he knows how stubborn you are and reads you better than anyone, so voices his concern this way. If he says something flat out, you don’t really have a chance to deny it.

“Oh, no wait. That’s you.” He finishes his sentence and pulls out the chair on the opposite side of the table to sit down in.

“Haha, that never gets old.” You reply sarcastically, running your fingers across the glass that covers the top of the table.

He places his hand atop of yours, stilling your movements. You look up to him, unblinking and expressionless. 

“Really, N/N what’s wrong? You were excited earlier and you’re practically the president of the Gwen/George fan club so if you don’t get excited, they’re going to find another leader.” He jokes but stops when you don’t smile.

“It’s nothing,” you reply, biting at your cheek. You’re trying your best to not rain on their parade, and no one notices but Tom. But if he keeps pushing, you’re not going to be able to hold your stupid emotions in. 

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” he reprimands, squeezing your hand, “you know you can tell me anything.”

You look at the closed door and no one else is out here, or paying attention and Tom is your best friend, and maybe if you talk about it, you’ll be able to enjoy the party.

“Sometimes I just worry it will never happen for me,” you start, looking down at your hands, “getting married I mean. Or anything relatively close, like finding someone who loves me long enough to even stay more than a few months…”

“And I know I’m only 23, and they’re 28 so they’re at a different point in their life and they’ve been going out forever but..” you pause, and Tom doesn’t interrupt, just listens. 

“After what happened with him, I’m scared of ever trying again. More than that, I think I just feel like that maybe that’s the best I’ll ever get, or even deserve,” you finish, with tears welling up in your eyes, and you look away, out over the balcony. 

Tom gets up and you close your eyes, letting the tears fall because maybe he thinks you’re selfish for making this night about you somehow and he’s leaving. But instead, he pulls you up out of the chair and brings you to his chest and holds you tightly. You stay like that for a while, until the tears slow to a stop and your breathing has slowed to normal. 

“Why would you ever think that’s the best you’ll get?” he asks and you look up at him, expecting some sort of joke because there’s no way he’s serious. 

“Why wouldn’t I? I must deserve it in some regard after how deeply and unapologetically he hurt me. After all that happened and how long it went on for, it's hard not to think somehow, it’s my fault. I must have done something wrong.” The tears are welling in your eyes again, threatening to fall.

“You cannot seriously believe that,” He softly rubs his hands up and down your arms, “hey, look at me.”

He puts his hand under your chin, lifting it so your eyes meet his. 

“Why would you ever think you deserve the kind of treatment he gave you?” He questions, and then repeats himself when you don’t answer, gingerly as though speaking too loud would scare you away.

“He wasn’t all bad,” you reply meekly, biting the inside of your cheek, “sometimes he--”

Tom cuts you off, “No, there’s no ‘sometimes’ for treating someone you’re supposed to love well, it’s not something you need to earn or something that’s rationed. He was a dick all the time, he just pretended not to be sometimes to manipulate you into staying.” 

Your heart throbs at the blunt veracity of his words. Deep, deep down, under everything that has happened, all of the trauma and damage done, you know it’s true. Internally you’ve just been at a constant tug of war, trying to rationalize all that happened. Was he in love with you at all? Did you do something to make him hurt you like he did? Could you have fixed him? Was he good under it all and just hurting? Did you imagine it all? Were you not good enough in the end, even for him? 

“Why manipulate me into staying if he was the one who ended up leaving in the end?” you question, and his own heart hurts at your words.

Tom’s not sure what to say because he saw your ex leave you and come back so many times. Saw how it slowly chipped away at you each time. When someone does that to you, time and time again, it takes away all your power. You feel helpless and like you can’t go on and the only thing you can do is wait for them to come back. While all of that makes Tom furious, and he wishes you were the one who dumped that asshole because he deserved it, he instead says what will best comfort you.

“Because he’s a blind idiot. But it’s probably the kindest thing he’s done your whole relationship,” he replies, before moving his hand from under your chin to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek, “and I know that sounds insensitive because you hurt for so long and you’re just getting over it, but it’s true.” 

“You’ll find someone who fulfills all of those fairytale expectations, because you shouldn't settle for less and you don’t have to. Someone who is kind, and cares for you, and appreciates everything you are and have to offer. I’m not saying it will take away all the hurt you have felt, but they will love you so deeply that you’ll wonder how you ever thought you deserved any less,” he promises, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours.

He wants to say he’s that someone, confess the way he felt about you since the very beginning but that’s not what you need now. Instead he gives you one last squeeze and brings you down inside, out of the cold. He’s gotten you to at least talk about it and that at least means you won’t hide yourself away, hurting and staying silent in an attempt to not burden anyone. Not that you could ever be a burden, not to Tom.

It hurts a little less when you have someone like Tom by your side. Maybe people look at you two and think he’s suffering from white knight syndrome, like you need to rescued because you’re a damsel in distress. Maybe they think you love him because he’s doing the saving and you love him for such a shallow reason. Except it’s not that, you’re just healing on your own with your best friend being there to support you and love you. It is deeper than a fleeting attraction because someone has helped you. This love is patient, kind and unwavering. As cheesy as it sounds, Tom is someone you fell for slowly, and then all at once. You went to bed one night thinking of him as your best friend and woke up the next with the thought crossing your mind while you were in the shower; ‘I love my best friend so much’ and by the time you were done rinsing away your shampoo, you realized ‘shit, I love him’.

After that it was all you could think of for weeks, noticing all the ways he cared for you. Something as simple as asking if you had gotten enough sleep last night or giving you the cherry from his drinks because you love them so much. The way he locks eyes with you in a boring lecture to make sure you’re awake, the way his hand immediately grabs yours in crowds. Picking up your favorite chips when he goes grocery shopping, just so he always has them in the cupboard for you even though he doesn’t like them. The way he doesn’t just tolerate the things you like, and he doesn’t but gets excited for them simply because he likes seeing you enjoy things. The two of you are the other’s first person to tell both good and bad news alike to. The two of you may fight but neither of you are too embarrassed to admit you’re in the wrong to the other. He makes mundane things like getting gas or going grocery shopping entertaining. While you should be scared of him leaving or being hurt again, you’ve trusted him for so long with matters regarding your heart, it only seems right that he’s the one you trust to hold your it and not harm it. But you don’t want him to think he’s a rebound from the man who’s broken your heart only months ago, because it is so much deeper than that. Your love for him is so much deeper than that. So, you keep quiet, loving him silently.

You both have fallen so deeply into each other, but both too worried about caring for the other to say anything and tonight isn’t any different. The rest of the night is spent celebrating your friends’ engagement: dancing and drinking the night away. The two of you exchange longing glances throughout the entire evening, scared to break the silence regarding your feelings.

—

Tom pulls into your own apartment complex, parking before glancing over at you. Your eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, high heels in your lap while you’re curled up in the passenger seat. Tom unbuckles, reaching his hand over to softly shake your shoulder in an attempt to wake you gently. You continue your slumber, unphased by his disturbance.

“Y/N,” he calls softly. You’re still sleeping soundly, and you look so peaceful that Tom can’t help but reach over and tuck your hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger there.

Out of all the ways you could wake up, this could very well be the creepiest way to, Tom thinks. His thought must have manifested it because your eyes flutter open slowly. While he thinks to withdraw his hand and pretend he wasn’t just thinking about how breathtaking his best friend is (and how in love with her he is), you instead lean into his hand.

“Mm, hello,” you mumble, blinking to adjust to the darkness of the car. The few streetlights lining the parking lot let in just enough light for you to see his lovely face. Tom hasn’t shut off the car yet so heat is still on and his (really, your) playlist continues playing at a low volume.

“We’re home,” he says gently, trying not to be too loud as you shake off the effects of sleep.

The words make you feel warm, hearing him say ‘home’, despite the fact that you’ve definitely referred to the general complex as ‘home’ before. Maybe it’s just the circumstances; him waking you up tenderly from a night spent out together, like you’re lovers and he’s waking you so you can go inside to the bed you both share.

“Oh, okay,” you reply, rubbing at your eyes despite the presence of makeup.

“Want me to carry you up?” He asks, innocently enough. Except that it just furthers that fantasy of being together: being carried up to your home together.

“I mean, because you’re tired and you’ve had a bit to drink everything,” he quickly adds, “and I know they’re the lace up ones and you hate doing them up.” He points to the heels in your lap.

Of course, he’s just being his usual sweet self. He’s heard you complain about these shoes enough and knows the only reason you wear them is because you say the way they look is worth the effort. But he also knows when you’re drunk and the shoes come off, you’re past the point of no return and you’ll only ever get less put together, not more. Because he remembers things like that.

The thudding in your chest quiets a little, “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

He turns off the car and gets out to walk around to your side. He opens the passenger door and grabs your shoes from you and allows you to wrap your hands around his neck. He adjusts his hold on you so he’s carrying you bridal style (great, that helps your romantic mindset) and you bury your face into his chest, telling yourself its only to shield your eyes from the change in lighting. He places you on the floor, since you’re safe from the slushy snow outside now. While he wishes he could have you in his arms the whole way up, there’s no reason for it and it would look strange since you’re just friends.

You walk barefoot beside him to the elevator, both of you silent on your way up. You’ve managed to make it home before 2 AM, but the hall and the whole complex is peacefully silent. When you reach your apartment, you both begin talking at the same time.

“I just wanted to say—”

“I hope you know—”

“Oh sorry, you go.”

“No, it’s okay, you go.”

You both laugh quietly as not to wake any of your neighbors, until Tom gestures for you to go ahead first.

“I just wanted to say thank you. For talking to me about everything tonight. And for not thinking I was absolutely awful to be thinking about myself during Gwen and George’s happy night,” you glance down at your bare feet, shy at tonight’s actions.

“You don’t have to apologize,” and he continues before you can interrupt, “you really don’t. I know you and so I know it wasn’t something you did out of selfishness.”

He reaches for your hand and holds it between you two, while the other reaches up to stroke your cheek, which you lean into again. It’s an intimate gesture he doesn’t usually do, but has managed twice tonight, and it feels like walking the line of friendship and lovers.

“You deserve so much better than anything he ever gave you, or anything anyone has ever given you. You deserve the world and I can’t believe you would ever think otherwise. I will always fight for your fairytale ending, even if you give up or think you don’t deserve it.”

Your heart swells and you want to thank him for all that he’s saying, but he only continues.

“I always want you to feel like you can talk to me, because I will always be here because I, I lo-“ he stops himself and your heart begins thudding again, because maybe he feels the same way you do.

“I-I look out for you. And you look out for me, right?” he finishes, his voice unsteady and you’re beyond disappointed.

You rest your hand atop the hand of his that cups your face.

Despite how nervous you feel, and how clammy your hands are getting and the thumping in your chest, you look into his eyes bravely and ask, “Tom, do you love me?”

“Of course I do, you’re my—”

“No. I am asking you; do you love me?”

When he doesn’t say yes, but he also doesn’t say no you decide to make the first move. You lean in to kiss him, but quickly his hands pull out of yours, pressing gently against your shoulders. Your brain goes into full panic mode: you cannot believe you misread the signals so badly, you cannot believe you tried to kiss your best friend. You turn away from him, fumbling with your keys and shoving the apartment key into the lock, shoving it in, scrambling to escape from this mess.

Tom certainly isn’t drunk since he had to drive home but the emotion bubbling inside of his chest is far more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol could be. He’s grasping at words, trying to try to express what he’s feeling right now but his thoughts are jumbled and clouded.

“Y/N,” he breathes out, walking to follow you into your apartment, desperate to explain himself.

Your turn around, pressing your hand against his chest, leaving it there for a moment, not meeting his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to hold your hands or assure you in any way, so you turn around to enter your apartment. You close the door softly and turn the lock, and maybe that’s scarier than you slamming the door in anger. You press your forehead to the door, eyes closed and attempting not to feel all that you are right now, as deeply as you are. You could not be more thankful for Zendaya’s family trip as she is unable to see the stupid attempt at an advance. She is not here to pretend that what you did wasn’t stupid, or that you didn’t make the biggest mistake.

You’re frustrated and annoyed that you’re hurting like this. You’re frustrated that you were stupid enough to think you’re not a broken mess, that you’re deserving of him, of love. Of course he doesn’t want anything more than friendship from you, he’s seen the train wreck that is your love life. Why would he willingly dive into that mess?  To soften the ache in your heart you tell yourself that it’s better this way, you tell yourself you haven’t felt this way for as long as you have, that it's just the alcohol and the influence of the romance of your friend’s engagement. You pretend that you don’t feign sleep on Saturday mornings to stay in his arms just a little bit longer. Those longing glances at him from across the room at parties or class don’t happen. Even more, the times where he catches you and smiles before joining you, and makes you laugh and nothing else matters doesn’t happen either. All those times he comforts you and says things that straddle that line of friendship, and you just so badly want to say something back or kiss him, those don’t happen either. You’re friends and that’s it. Friendship is safer, it won’t end in your heart broken, and a little bit of Tom in that way is better than all of him romantically. You’ll settle for loving him softly and quietly, like a friend would, and you ignore the way your chest hurts like you’ve just lost the love of your life as you fall asleep that night.

Tom is left outside of your door, stunned at all that has happened. You are hurt, alone and without your best friend and the fact that he is the cause of it is what hurts him the most. He may have had a few drinks (and barely slept that night), he remembers it vividly. He doesn’t for a moment question the authenticity of his memories when you pretend like nothing happened the next day. 

Taglist: @averyfosterthoughts @martinafigoli​

[cockbiteproductions]

💒🍃🦋🌈💤

💒- which show would you want to live in?

OH MAN. i think the atla world would be dope. assuming i get to be a bender. (water, of course). if not, then that would be really, really lame.

star trek tos would also be dope as shit. everyone in star trek is just like. smart as FUCK. and earth is now a post scarcity utopia. so that’s nice. aos, earth gets a bit fucked so maybe not that timeline. this would be a good one.

maybe my hero academia. everyone gets a quirk. wait no. not everyone gets a quirk. oh god. what if i were quirkless. like 20% of people dont have quirks right? thatd suck. or what if im like that video thats like “and your quirk is just you have a cactus for a head.” oh god that’d be terrible. i change my mind about bnha. im not risking it for having a shit or no quirk.

maybe rwby….. everyone has a semblance and aura. the character design in rwby is/was pretty dope so id look baller. however, fighting monsters for a living. yikes. and the whole salem thing. yikes.

this is a lot harder than i thought itd be, jfc. it’s fun imagining these scenarios but then like. if i were actually to be plopped down in the middle of one of these worlds tomorrow, they would be a lot less fun. i’m trying to think of places where i’d actually be okay in and get to have fun. fantasy worlds are cool as shit but there’s like no guarantee that you’re gonna get the Special Power in that world and even if u do, that means you’re kinda fucked. i just wanna be a normal person in that world but like. be able to do cool shit.

i thought about bleach for like 3 whole seconds but then i was like. oh i’d die in approximately ten minutes. nevermind.

maybe…. billions so i can just. fuckin shoot bobby axelrod.

but yeah i guess star trek. that’d be nice.

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

oh ABSOLUTELY sea with mermaids. i love swimming. wait. am i still a human in this actually? ill assume yes. which. i would get pruney and cold really fast. do i get to go out and go to the grocery store for food?? do i get… blanket??? am i just cold and wet all the time……… hmm. for the fairy thing….. are they like the evil fairies you’re not supposed to tell your name? like. what kind of fairies are we talking here. this could go very poorly. and do i like. have to forage for food. i’m sorry. i’m the worst person to ask these questions because i just end up overthinking it and arriving to the worst possible conclusions. mermaids. i’ll go with mermaids.

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

i hope they don’t!!!!!!!!

ugh. let’s see. i act pretty stupidly on purpose a lot because i think the people around me can get a kick out of it, and hey, it’s fun. i guess when people don’t realize im just doing this as a joke and think that’s actually me, that bothers me. i’ve had some people treat me like i’m stupid which i guess. act like an idiot, get treated like an idiot. but :(

but honestly i have no idea how people perceive me other than hoping they don’t. every time i try to think about it i get too uncomfortable. let’s move on.

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

god anon u know im ace right……….

ive literally never bothered to sit down and consider this before…………. (is that something people do or is it just something they Know?????) so this is gonna take a long while and a lot of Thought.

brown hair!!!! that’s a definite. not really a fan of blondes. black hair is great too. 

for guys, clean shaven or short stubble. dont like beards. 

i guess big muscles/overly muscular people gross me out. i dont understand lusting over people like chris evans because. that’s like. too large. im freaked out a little bit.

deepish red lipstick, though that’s not like an inherent feature. i just like how red lipstick looks on people. like the kind mariah rose faith wears. she looks great.

god this is a lot of work. these past 4 points have taken 20 minutes just as a point of reference. im too ace for this……….

slightly curly/wavy hair is nice i guess.

i don’t fucking know????? god this is so much work. we’re at the 30 minute point now.

green eyes are cool. 

GOD. I DONT KNOW!!!!! IVE BEEN AT THIS FOR 40 MINUTES. IM TOO ACE FOR THIS………….. i think im just gonna start listing people i think look nice from off the top of my head.

mariah rose faith as previously discussed. daniel k isaac. jameela jamil. miles luna. ray narvaez jr. charlie cox. eva noblezada. john boyega. daisy ridley. chloe bennett. iain de caestecker. ewan mcgregor. morgan siobhan green. sebastian stan. will roland. lauren lopez. telly leung. darren criss. talia suskauer. aj holmes. clark baxtresser. autumn farrell. jason tam. troy iwata. meredith stepien. chad james. natalie portman. chris colfer. marc delacruz. philipa soo. gavin free. isabelle mccalla. manny jacinto. zoe saldana. chris pine. hayley atwell. melissa fumero. zendaya. tom holland. lea michelle. katie mcgrath. colin morgan. y’all get the idea yet? half of this list is people who play my favorite characters oops

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

-2 years to +3 years from my age i guess, but thats definitely a flexible number. but also dating. 🤢people. 🤢

[areadersjoy]

Girlfriend

Summary: *requested* Tom Holland Imagine where he is doing a talk show and they pull up a photo of y/n and Tom cuddling up on their hotel balacony early in the morning and he admits they are dating and starts gushing about how much of an amazing girlfriend she is and a great mom to Tess

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: C U T E

Note: it’s been a minute, huh? this was a request we’ve had in our drafts since before we went inactive on you guys, which i apologize for. life can be a jerk sometimes. anyway--here’s a little something i started last night! i had so much fun writing, and i hope you all have just as much fun reading! x - K

Posted: 08/30/2018

“So, Tom,” Ellen Degeneres says, leaning forward in attempts to make it seem that she was way more interested than she was just seconds prior.

“So, Ellen,” Tom replies in his best imitation, folding his hands in his lap and having a stare-down with the host for no more than ten seconds, until the audience broke into a fit of laughter, making the two who were having the stare down laugh, themselves.

“So, Tom, I can call you Tom, right?”

“Yes, it’s my name, I’d prefer it,” he chirps back in the most polite matter, which somehow made the audience laugh.

“Alright, TOM... you’re here today to talk about the newest Avengers Movie, Avengers: Infinity Wa—!” Before she could finish, the crowd erupted into screams of joy and excitement. 

Running his fingers through his hair, Tom maintained the smile over his face.

“I am, yes. And I’m here all by myself—I can hardly believe they’re letting me do one of these by myself again,” the young boy goes on, gaining a few laughs from the audience. 

“So you’re saying you don’t have anything to tell us today?”

“No, no!” Tom let’s out abruptly, sitting up. “And even if I did, I couldn’t.”

“Really?” Ellen asks, a devious grin going across her lips.

“Yes, really,” Tom replies, once again getting into a stare down with Ellen. However this time Tom found his heart beginning to race.

“So,” Ellen finally breaks eye contact as she looks to one of her producers, now motioning to the screen behind the both of them.

“You have nothing to say about this picture you posted?” 

Oh no. Tom knew exactly what the picture was before looking. Slowly taking a glance, his eyes widened a bit at the sight of (Y/N) and Tom almost quite literally spooning on a chair meant for one person. Tom had prayed that this picture would never see the light of day, though it was his own fault it was now being seen. Instead of pressing the save button a week or two on Instagram... he had hit post, instead, giving life to more rumors that had been flying around for the past few months.

Tom was known for spoiling things. However, when it came to you, he liked to have it just between the both of you. While rumors were swarming about whether he was with Zendaya, (Y/N), or sometimes even Harrison... all roads lead back to you. You two had been dating since before the first Spider-Man movie came out, and were notoriously private about what was going on between you guys. Nothing other than a oh, they’re one of my greatest friends was shared.

So for Ellen to bring this up was a literal punch in the gut, his absolute nightmare had become a reality. He brought his hand up to cover his face, feeling his heart now stop, if that was even possible. While having his own internal mini-meltdown, Tom hadn’t even noticed all the oohs, ahhs and whistles coming from the audience.

Soon enough, the male uncovers his face, and put on his best smile, hoping that he was ready to answer what was to come.

“You know what, based off of that reaction, you totally have nothing to say about the picture,” Ellen retorts, a knowing look over her face, that sent the audience into another fit of laughter.

“Well,” he begins, feeling his face heat up—watching Ellen’s grin grow. “That’s a photo of my friend (Y/N) and I from a few weeks ago,” he explained rather calmly, leaving the host of the show unsatisfied.

“Okay, so you’re telling me that you and the girl in this picture are just friends?” She asks, looking back to the picture, then back at Tom, and then back to the picture.

“Because I don’t believe you.”

As the audience laughs, Tom does as well—finding himself a bit overwhelmed at this point. Honestly, as much as he enjoyed keeping things private, he would love to tell everyone about you guys. He wanted to scream out to the world about the love he had for you. But... if something’s not broken, why fix it?

“Yeah, I don’t believe me either,” the male lets out softly, a hand wiping over his forehead, going on to let out another laugh, once again feeling his heart begin to race.

“Okay... so if you aren’t friends, then what are you? I mean, you have to at least be friends to be that close to someone in a picture. I wouldn’t want to be that close to someone I didn’t like,” Ellen rambles on, which somehow made Tom feel better.

Letting out a huff of air, he smiles her way, and shakes his head. “(Y/N) is... phenomenal, really. I’ve known her for a while now, and she’s really one of my greatest friends,” he pauses, a wave of relief going throughout him, as he was truly just genuinely happy to be talking about you. “I’m very lucky to have her in my life. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

With that, Tom wipes his hands along the pants he wore, and averts his eyes to the ground. The once giggly and rambunctious audience was now filled with so much love, and some resentment for the girl that made Tom feel so happy.

“So she’s your girlfriend?” Ellen chirps, waiting for Tom to look back her way.

“I didn’t say that,” he says back, desperately fighting back a smile that wanted to shine through.

“Alright, yeah. She’s your girlfriend.”

~

It was just nearing midnight when Tom was getting ready for bed, delighted that his day wasn’t an absolute train wreck. He had done press all day, most with someone by his side, and other sessions by himself. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

As he lay on his back for the first time since early that morning, a sigh of relief passed his lips, a smile creeping up seconds later. It was kind of fun teasing everyone about what was going on in his relationship. But most of all, it was nice to tell the world how important you were to him.

As he finally began to doze off, his phone began to ring. Tom didn’t check the caller ID, as he knew that ring tone by heart at this point—the BatMan Theme Song. He always insisted that it made no sense as his character and BatMan will probably never cross paths in the Marvel Universe, and you would always say that’s why it makes perfect sense.

“Hello?” He lets out as he answers the phone, a smile in his voice.

“You are in TROUBLE!” You shout in a playful tone, which makes your boyfriend laugh.

“Why am I in trouble?”

“You told Ellen that we’re dating, I thought we were keeping it a secret.”

“Come on darling, you know I can’t keep secrets,” he teases, knowing very well that you would be rolling your eyes at his remark.

You two spend up to a half an hour chatting, when you decide to cut things off.

“As much as I would love to talk to you all day, I have to head off to work soon, and I think you need to go to bed,” you tell him smoothly, just happy to have heard his voice to start out your day.

Right, time zones. That’s why they were talking on the phone and not in the same room. 

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tonight, love,” Tom says sweetly, though he felt part of him aching over the fact that they were so far away.

“Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you, too. Have a good day and give Tessa some kisses for me.”

You laugh, which is pure music to his ears. 

“Will do, babe.” 

Click.

[ritebeforeyoureyes]

Confessions

This chapter is a little shorter than others but it kind of sets the scene for the story to come x 

Masterlist - Plot: Tom and Zendaya do long distance. 

Confessions (Chapter Six) 

Two months, sixty-four days.

Tom and Zendaya had been apart for a solid period of time now and they were certain they were approaching their breaking points. They had reluctantly parted in New York and since then, the two had been on the grind, non-stop. Tom was doing photoshoots, promotion and reshoots in due expectance of the Spider-Man: Homecoming release date and Zendaya was working on The Greatest Showman. Zendaya, with her long days, and Tom with his constant jet-lag were finding it difficult to communicate. Their phone conversations were short lived, their social media interaction was minimal, and truth be told, the separation was getting harder day by day.

“I miss you.” Zendaya was in bed and Tom was at a business lounge at the airport. Because of Zendaya’s schedule clashes, she was missing the first few stops of the Spider-Man promotion tour in order to wrap up The Greatest Showman. She had another week of filming left before they were finally going to reunite, and she was growing increasingly antsy. Staring at him on FaceTime with his curls grown out and his stubble making a light appearance, Zendaya couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.

“I miss you too, beautiful.” Tom hummed lightly. The business lounge was empty, apart from him and Harrison, so this was the first time he was able to video chat with Zendaya in a while. Haz was minding his own business and Tom had his earphones in as he just admired his girlfriend. Her room was dark, but he could make out her distinguishable features; her hair in a bun, her face makeup free, those tempting pouty lips.  

“I wish you were here with me.” Zendaya was still staying at the apartment in New York and Tom smiled softly. That place signified where everything had happened for him and Z. It was where they had communicated and confessed how they really felt. They’d become official there; boyfriend and girlfriend. They’d kissed and caressed each other’s bodies, he knew every inch of her now … he’d tasted every nook and every cranny. He’d made love to her in that bed … over and over again. It seemed Zendaya was thinking of the same thing as she continued to speak, “I miss your hands, your body.” She let out a light moan and Tom groaned.

Honestly, the months apart had resulted in much pent up sexual frustration. Zendaya had had to take the help of her not as pleasurable hand and Tom had spent a more noticeable amount of time in the shower. 

“Babe.” Tom warned, his voice strained as he glanced around cautiously. Haz was preoccupied on his phone, totally oblivious to his friend’s inner turmoil. “Don’t.”

“I just want you to touch me.” Tom heard her shuffle, the sheets rustling, and his breathing hitched in his throat. Her movement had given him a glance at her negligee that had been draped over her pyjamas. The sight made his insides heat up instantaneously, his member growing excited. There had been one night when she’d walked out of the shower with just the sheer piece of clothing over her. It was safe to say Tom had never climaxed that quickly. The mere thought made Tom desperate. He wanted to be in that bed with her, he badly wanted to touch her, but he had to remind himself that he would be able to in just a few days.

“I know, I know, and I will, I promise you that I will.” There was a prevalent smirk on Tom’s face as he pictured Zendaya’s quivering body beneath his own. She was arriving in LA a day before they were meant to do any actual promotion work which meant that he was going to get her all to himself for twenty-four hours. To many, that wasn’t long time but to them … after two months of separation, a day spent in bed was going to feel like an eternity. “I’m not leaving your side when I see you. Besides, just one week, and then we get to spend months together … you’ll get sick of me

“Never.” Zendaya reciprocated Tom’s smirk but it was wiped away suddenly when Haz reminded Tom that they needed to board their flight soon. Zendaya’s heart sank and she wanted to beg Tom to stay on the phone for just a few minutes longer. This was the longest they’d spoken in quite some time and it was nice hearing his voice again. Yes, she missed his body, but his voice was so comforting. She just wanted him to keep talking. However, she knew Tom needed to leave and she helplessly let him go. “See you soon, Tom. Have a safe flight.” Tom blew her a cheesy kiss and she chuckled as her room went silent again. The call had ended. She was alone.

Zendaya tossed about in bed, her mind still obsessively fawning over Tom. She didn’t know how long she was awake for but what she did know was that Tom was still as gorgeous as ever. The distance from him meant that she was able to notice the little things that had changed about him now. His hair was longer, his muscles a little buffer, the facial hair more prominent. Her head had imprinted the image of him at its forefront and she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him. It was slowly driving her insane and she knew she wouldn’t be able to survive the rest of the week unless she diverted her attention. In order to skilfully distract herself, Zendaya took to her trusty social media accounts. She was aimlessly scrolling until she spotted something she wished she hadn’t.

Being that Zendaya had over forty million Instagram followers, her notifications on all social media platforms were always turned off. If she turned them on, she was sure her phone would implode. Nevertheless, a notification eerily cropped up onto Zendaya’s phone, her blood going cold instantly at the sight of the purposefully cryptic message.

‘I don’t think Disney would approve.’  

There was no caller ID but there was an image that accompanied the text, an image that made Zendaya’s breathing falter. She raised herself up in bed, resting against the headboard, as she zoomed into the picture carefully. It was her and Tom, naked. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint when or where the picture had been taken but it was a voyeuristic one. It wasn’t a nude that they’d taken themselves, someone had been watching her ... watching them. Panic surged through Zendaya as her phone chimed, another notification adding to her sky rocketing fear.

‘End things with him before I do it for you.’

[amiandivh]

I was tagged by: @gaybybirth​ hey sorry i have been and am still sick

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

last

1. drink - A nice glass of ice tea  2. phone call - friend of mine Andrew 3. text message - Got a text from my step mom checking in on me 4. song you listened to - Do video game soundtracks count as a song? Well if they do it was “Telling the Truth 2007″ quite a song title i know but listen to it i promise its amazing 5. time you cried - Saturday i was a funeral and this group played an amazing version that old rugged cross.

ever

6. dated someone twice? - never dated period lol 7. kissed someone and regretted it - never kissed a soul 8. been cheated on -man this is gonna be a boring section 9. lost someone special - nooooooooope 10. been depressed -  yeeeeeeeeeep 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - never touched the stuff 

fave colours

12. Pink mostly because i regrest having a “hating pink stage” in my life...fuck you young heather 13. Purple Cause it was my mother favorite color  14. Blue....notice a patern

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - Yea i have 16. fallen out of love - Yea but they let me down gently 17. laughed until you cried - oh im a laugher so you show me something i gonna laugh till i cry 18. found out someone was talking about you - um no not really  19. met someone who changed you - yea i have  20. found out who your friends are - not really no 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - refer to part 2 

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl -man i havent been on facebook in probably 5 years 

23. do you have any pets -  i wish i had a cat and a dog 

24. do you want to change your name - nah i have names i have always like but not enough to change my name.

25. what did you do for your last birthday - my last birthday was 4 days ago and it was withough a doubt the worst one i have had since the first once without mom...it was bad enough i dont feel like talking about it here

26. what time did you wake up today - about 9 around the time im up normally

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - sleeping trying to sleep through the worse of my sickness

28. what is something you can’t wait for - not much rn...idk Infinity Wars

30. what are you listening to right now - An episode of Brooklyn99 in the background.

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - not that i cant remember  32. something that’s getting on your nerves - oh lord a friend of mine was just over playing this stupid playing this stupid mobile game for 3 HOURS and i could not care less 33. most visited website - Youtube its my main form of entertainment with no satilite 34. hair colour - brown 35. long or short hair - long. to long almost ready for a cut 36. do you have a crush on someone - noup 37. what do you like about yourself - Do i have to answer this one? cause i cant think of an answer 38. want any piercings? -na  39. blood type - no idea 40. nicknames - Bunny. one of my mothers long time friends gave it to me when i was born. Easter was close to the 22nd in 1989

Publié à l'origine par lazylittleslothiam

41. relationship status - Single

Originally posted by batbobsession

42. zodiac - Aries 43. pronouns - she/her 44. fave tv shows - Futurama, Steven Universe Paks and rec, Brooklyn 99, Adventure Time Arrested Developement 45. tattoos - nah not a tattoo fan 46. right or left handed - Right handed. 47. ever had surgery - No not since i was born...long story 48. piercings - no i did when i was a kid but not now no thanks 49. sport - No never  50. vacation - id love to go to the mountains. love the cold and possible snow uh its great 51. trainers -dont understand

more general (why do these bullet points down here don’t care what I want, why tumblr?)

52. eating - nothing rn its almost 2 dont like to eat late

53. drinking - Water trying to stay hydrated

54. i’m about to watch -probably another b99 episode and try to sleep

55. waiting for - sleeeeeeeep

56. want -to feel better for more than a couple of months

57. get married - ROFL gotta find a signifigant other to get married

58. career - im 30 next year im to old or dumb to have a carrer at this point

which is better

59. hugs or kisses -i guess hugs. its all ive gotten 60. lips or eyes - eyes  61. shorter or taller - i genually have no idea...is same height an option i just want to look into her eyes without craining my neck

62. older or younger - older. i worry about being a cradle robber 63. nice arms or stomach -you got me pal 64. hookup or relationship -relationship....please? 65. troublemaker or hesitant - well im hesitant so kind of a trouble maker. or i guess more spontaneous then me

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - nope 67. drank hard liquor - i dont drink 68. lost glasses - yea 69. turned someone down - yea i felt like shit 70. sex on first date - never been on a date but that would still be a no 71. broken someones heart - ...yea 72. had your heart broken - no i took it like a champ lol 73. been arrested - Nope. 74. cried when someone died - my mother’s last words were “Whose gonna take care of my Heather and my aunts were almost the same thing and when i heard that especially about my aunt i cried like never have before. 75. fallen for a friend - who do you think let me down easy?

do you believe in

76. yourself - NAHHHHHHHHH 77. miracles - Sure 78. love at first sight -not really no 79. santa claus -Sure 80. kiss on a first date - Why not 81. angels - absolutely

other

82. best friend’s name - @indigowallbreaker 83. eye colour - Brown 84. fave movie - to many to count but im gonna go with willy wonka and the chocolate factory. i feel like a kid every time i watch. Gene Wilder was amazing in it and ill never forget the song pure imagination. another one would probably be back to the future another classic as a kid i loved the car and the idea of time travel.the joney b good scene always made me want to learn to play the guitar.  85. fave actor - i honestly dont have alot Chris Evans, Terry Crews, Stephanie Beatriz, Sebestian Stan, Zendaya

Thank you SOOO much for this i love doing these much. i am way to tired to tag people honestly if you see this and want to fill it out fel free!

[wigglytuph]

Blush, Kiss, Cuddle, Heartbeat, Romance, Joy, Happiness, Love, Beloved, Sweet, Cute, Thoughtful, Charmind, Beautiful, Affection, Kind, Heart Beat, Goggle, Laughter, Smild, Warmth, Huggable, Soul Mate, Unique, Trust, Dearest. Aka all of them (that you're comfortable with obv) #literallywastehistime2017

Ok here u go all of em minus the ones i already did. Also isabella said i could do a readmore on movile so if this doesnt work and i look like booboo then blame her

Blush : What do you do when you have a crush on someone?Im so introverted i just try to hang out with them as much as possible and be extra nice to them but dont rly do much else bdjfnfn. I havent even rly had a crush on someone in… forever tho so idk what id rly do


Kiss : What’s the sweetest thing someone has done for you?Draw my fursona uwu


Cuddle : Which one of your mutuals do you really want to hug right now?Every and all youve all been so sweet and nice and helped me feel less like shit tonight thank u i love u guys


Heartbeat : What fictional character do you love?Top 3: KIRBY!!! BONES FROM ACNL!!!! And SOMBRA!!!! And then i have a Lot of Love in my Heart, so honorable mentions to bowser, darwin(tawog), my fursona, Sailor mercury, the list goes in


Romance : Perfect date?Im a minimalist if we can just soend time together and do anything im happy. I just wanna cuddle and hug and kiss and love them and be close to them u kno. Maybe like…. chillen around the house, playin video games, go out to eat, come home for some light finger play and then just cuddle till we fall asleep u feel me


Happiness : Who are your kin?100% yellow kirby, lowkey kin with shiny armaldo, thats all i can think of atm


Love : Are you, or have you been, in love before?Sadly i have been ndjdjfnnfg


Sweet: Favorite love song?Cant sleep love- pentatonix, the only exception- paramore, and uhhhh does fly me to the moon count?


Cute : What’s your aesthetic?Cute shit, pastel colors(predominantly blues and greens), music or general sounds drowned out by rain


Thoughtful : If you could change your name, what would you call yourself?Anna. I like jay tho.


Charming : Who helps motivate you?What motivation lol nobody oops


Beautiful : Who is your ideal significant other?Someone who truly loves me and has as much love to give to me as i have to give to them


Affection : Who do you ship?My dick with my right hand (i dont do ships generally dhfjfnfj)


Heart Beat : You’re getting coffee with a celebrity, who is it?OKAY I LITTERALLY HAD A DREAM THAT LIKE. IT LASTED ALL OF FOUR SECONDS. I WAS IN A COFFEE SHOP. Then LADY FUCKING GAGA COMES UP TO ME. LOOKS ME OVER. POINTS TO ME. AND SAYS “you should wear your hair up today.” AND THEN I IMMEDIATELY WOKE UP. And you know DAMN WELL I WORE MY HAIR UP THAT DAY.

So i guess lady gaga, but id love to meet zendaya one day


Giggle : Do you believe in love at first sight?Yea


Laughter : Who can always make you laugh?My friends!! Also jenna marbles jdufkebrhrjf


Smile : What do you find attractive?kindness!!! Compassion!!! Love!!! Patience!!! Also a really nice ass!!!

Warmth : What is your happy place?Idk i dont rly… have…. one…? Windy days and rain makes me feel at peace i guess that applies


Huggable : What are your favorite flowers?I LOVE THE BIRD OF PARADISE!!!!!!! Plumerias are pretty too


Soul Mate : Who is your best friend? @ehnoshima @koalabuddy @frostios my 3 longest lasting friends and the only reason im still alive fhcidnurjfkg


Unique : What qualities do you look for in other people?Same as attractive, i just want someone whos not an asshole who will loce and appreciate me


Trust : Do you trust people easily?Way too easily. Ill trust a total stranger to watch my bag or some shit. Im fucking stupid but like… its who i am


Dearest : What item is most dear to you?This took some time to think of but maybe my little cheapo $3 alarm clock i got in california. Its got three little cats on it and it… looks like me n my friends which was perfect so even tho i just got it i love it a lot.

Thanks for all of these this was a good to do to justkill time while im sitting in this empty parkinglot in my car hfjfnfhfjf. 💛💛💛

[lets-idont-even-know]

1-85 of those questions

1. Are looks important in a relationship? -they're not everything, but yeah they are 2. Are relationships ever worth it?-of course3. Are you a virgin?-no4. Are you in a relationship?-I am5. Are you in love?-could be 6. Are you single this year?-no7. Can you commit to one person?-easily 8. Describe your crush-well, she has this very long wavy hair. She's just barely taller than me but I hardly notice. The way she looks at me makes me feel like everything will be alright. She just makes me happy. Her voice is mesmerizing. Her arms are warm and perfect and I love being wrapped in them. 9. Describe your perfect mate-the girl I talked about above 10. Do you believe in love at first sight?-I do actually11. Do you ever want to get married?-Absolutely I do 12. Do you forgive betrayal?-Depends 13. Do you get jealous easily?-unfortunately14. Do you have a crush on anyone?-my girlfriend. Don't tell her I said that though15. Do you have any piercings?-my ears and my belly button16. Do you have any tattoos?-3 17. Do you like kissing in public?Yeah 20. Do you shower every day?-yes21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?-I'd hope Faith does 22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?-Faith probably 23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?-lmao yes24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?-who knows man25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?-yeah26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?-too many times 27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?-no 28. Have you ever been cheated on?-yep29. Have you ever cheated on someone?-No30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?-nope31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?-yeah32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?-mhmm33. Have you ever had sex with a man?-lol no34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?-yes35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?-yeah36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?-yeah37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?-probably38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?-My current gf39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?-yeah40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?-no41. Have you had sex so far this year?-yes42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?-idk lol 43. How long was your longest relationship?-almost 2 years44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?-3 girlfriends 45. How many people did you kiss in 2011?-none 46. How many times did you have sex last year?-once or twice I think 47. How old are you?-2048. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?-id be heartbroken 49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?-physically, her smile and her laugh. She smiles a lot because of me and I make her laugh a lot and I love seeing her genuinely happy. Otherwise, I just love how genuine and caring she is. She makes me into a better person50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?-Nah51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?-Yeah52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?-yes, I just needed to put myself first for once 53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?-probably lmao 54. Is there someone you will never forget?-sure55. Share a relationship story.-well, when Faith and I went on our first date, literally everything went wrong. Just a few things were the corkscrew to our bottle of wine broke inside the cork, then we spilled wine everywhere once we finally got it open, food was dropped, things were just not working in our favor 😂56. State 8 facts about your body-I'm 5'7, I have blueish/grey eyes, Faith calls my birthmark a bean, I have a big scar on my foot, I have two scars on my lips, my hair is naturally curly, I get caffeine headaches, I've broken my collar bone57. Things you want to say to an ex-absolutely nothing 58. What are five ways to win your heart?-flowers, coffee, chicken nuggets, watching the same shows I do, think that I'm funny 59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)-I'll reblog one 60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?-2 years61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?-their voice and their smile 62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?-worn lingerie and let me take it off 63. What is your definition of “having sex”?-ummm orgasm64. What is your definition of cheating?-doing something with someone else, hiding things from your S/O, stuff like that65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?-I don't really have one lmao 66. What is your favourite roleplay?-idk 😂67. What is your idea of the perfect date?-a day spent together. We wake up, get coffee, spend time talking, then come back and cuddle on the couch all day, then we go get dinner together and see a movie, then come home together. 68. What is your sexual orientation?-gay as hell69. What turns you off?-bad breath, people who try to one-up me, bad kissing, um general turn offs70. What turns you on?-effort, someone who tries to go out of their way to impress me a little bit, great hair, laughs at my jokes 71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?-I honestly don't remember72. What words do you like to hear during sex?-that's a little personal 😅😅73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?-Faith is constantly sweet to me so I'm not really sure 74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?-good hair honestly 75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?-while I was in class, Faith left me these post-it notes everywhere for me to find and it was really really cute and sweet, it made me really happy76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?-I bought Faith a mug from the movie UP and had put on it "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I ended up where I needed to be" 77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?-as long as it's legal, do you 78. What’s your dirtiest secret?-I don't really have any 😂79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?-we aren't gonna talk about that 😅😂80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?-Like 5 seconds ago 81. Who are five people you find attractive?-Faith, Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez, Zendaya, Ariana Grande 82. Who is the last person you hugged?-Paige (my fake gf) today at lunch 83. Who was your first kiss with?-a girl in high school 84. Why did your last relationship fail?-that's a can of worms you don't wanna open85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?-Ask Faith.... and my other exes 😅😂😂😂😂

[seafoampeach]

The Greatest Showman

It's been awhile since I saw this movie and since I’ve had time to truly think about it, I just wanna write down what I think. If you enjoyed this movie,I did but I have more respect for movie making, or are some defend to the death fan, this is not the review for you. There's a good reason why the critics didn't like this movie, and that's because it was bad. Like, real bad. 

The best place to start is always the beginning. The opening to the film was very strong and extremely promising, and by that I mean the first forty seconds or so. Just like the rest of the movie, as soon as the base dropped it was just generic and disappointing. A real shame since I think everyone can agree Hugh Jackman was killing it. 

The exposition was solid, showing Hugh Jackman/Barnum’s life up until the actual meat of the story. Id come in thinking this movie was going to be about the circus, but at least the first hour give or take was just Barnum's childhood and his relationship with his wife. Fine by me, it was nicely done to show his and her characters as loving parents and how he is driven to provide for his family. The scene that really stood out for me in this section though was when the woman gave young Hugh Jackman an apple when he was out on the street. Any good writer would bring that back in a character, that's an act of kindness that clearly didn't go unnoticed. It got its own screen time, it must be important? Right? She looked like an outcast maybe that's connected to why he starts the circus! No, you will never see this woman or hear her spoken about ever again. It was just a pointless waste of time. 

Instead, Hugh Jackman tries opening a museum when he loses his job, but oh no nobody cares and instead of bringing back that act of kindness from forever ago its his child that suggests he gets “live things” in his museum. Okay, that's a pretty legit suggestion. Why he thinks of “freaks” is never explained but he does and starts to recruit acts.

This is where the movie starts to derail.

About halfway into the film we meet the actual circus performers, the outcasts. Except we don't ever really meet them. We see their faces and they sing for us but dont ever expect to actually get to know anything about these people because you never will. Basically we’re just told that these people are outcasts an nobody accepts them. But we’re never shown that. Its the classic case of show don't tell. 

Now, what do I mean by that? We meet the bearded lady first? I think? Whose name I couldn't remember but she was played by the wonderful Keala Settle. (I don't remember anyone's name but Barnum, cause that's how much character they clearly had) We’re introduced to her working in a laundry factory with a bunch of other women. Hugh Jackman finds her because he hears her singing through a window and as soon as he enters the room all the women warn him to leave. He doesn't and find Keala washing in the back covered by a sheet. Now, this scene could've been a really good opportunity to show Keala’s struggle as a bearded lady. Everyone thinks she's ugly and all that. But it doesn't. Instead, when she’s revealed the ladies laugh and that's the end of it. Its not even that bad because immediately after Hugh Jackman is like ‘I think youre beautiful come to my circus’ and for some fucking reason she agrees even though she’s clearly self conscious and wouldn't want to be thrust in front of people but for the sake of the plot okay.

The only other character we get to see Hugh Jackman personally confront is the man with dwarfism played by Sam Humphrey. Not much happens to characterise Sam since its in a private place and actually, before that scene, Hugh Jackman had already seen him in public. Literally nobody said anything about his height, everyone just went about their day like there's nothing different about him. If you're going to try and make these people seem like outcasts, SHOW ME THAT. Don't just fucking tell me that they’re outcasts and expect me to believe it because to someone like me in twenty eighteen I don't look at someone like that and think ‘wow they're so weird and funny looking’. If you don't show me it in the movie, I'm not going to think it on my own. See the problem? 

Then there's a little time sequence where Hugh gathers all the other performers but none of them matter because they'll always be in the background unless they’re Zendaya or Keala. 

Then we get to meet Zac Efron, who isn't that bad but doesn't really do anything substantial in the film except fall in love with Zendaya for no reason. Anyways, we meet him at some play thing where Hugh Jackman talks about how he admires his work and the Zac Efron compliments his work and they bro it out enough to go get drinks together where Hugh tries to convince him to join the circus business with him. From what I remember I think Hugh wants his status? Or something? And Zac Efron wants to be free from all these elitists and together they re hash the song “I Don't Dance” from High School Musical 2. 

Zac Efron agrees to join the circus after a drunk debate and that's that. All that stuff he sang about, all the things he worries about, it doesn't matter because none if it comes back to haunt him the rest of the movie. 

Which brings me to the one scene that pisses me off. It's a bit of a jump ahead so to back up a moment, Zac Efron and Zendaya have this forced relationship which we never really get to see at all. They had this laughably cheesy love at first sight moment when Zac first walks into the circus theater and then nothing ever happens between them, except I think the writer just wanted you to assume there was?? I have no idea and I hate it. I want to love these characters, but they’re non-existent and so is their relationship. 

In fact Zendaya character is even more non existent than Kealas. For starters shes given me no reason to assume shes an outcast in this society other than the fact that she's black. Her only reason to be part of this group of people is because she's black, but, because this movie for some reason doesn't want to talk about race shes given no motivation for being here. Not once is someone outwardly racist to her (Except in the scene that pisses me off which Ill get to in a moment). That's so out of the time period! Do you see why this is such a confusing mess? On one hand the writer wants it to be the late eighteen hundreds cause that's when the story takes place, but on the other they want it to resonate with the twenty seventeen audience. So basically they want to make outcasts in the eighteen hundreds, but don't want to acknowledge why they’re outcasts in the eighteen hundreds. News flash, its racism, sexism, and bigotry. Apparently we can't write anything like that in twenty seventeen because people will just get offended. Fuck off whoever wrote this and get the balls to give it the depth it needs. 

The one time that someone is outwardly racist to Zendaya's character is when shes on a little date with Zac Efron and he meets up with his parents walking opposite ways on the stairs. His parents express concern for him and then call Zendaya “the help”. Which makes sense for the time and is clearly racist, but like really? That's it? And then Zendaya doesn't even get the scene! She gets upset and storms off which gives the scene over to Zac Efron and his struggle with his parents rather than Zendaya's struggle as a black woman in the fucking eighteen hundreds! 

I just cant be sympathetic for characters I don't know. These people don't feel real, their struggles feel synthetic and tacked on as their only attribute. Some might think that the protesters are an accurate portrayal of how their treated in society. I disagree. The protesters aren’t protesting the performers, they’re protest the show, which leads me to believe that they care for the performers. I know that's not true and that's not what I'm supposed to be lead to believe. Just some more bad writing. 

This war between the two plots, the Barnum life plot and the performers life plot, makes this movie a confusing struggle to watch and the longer it went on the more I just found myself gagging and just wanting to walk out of the theater because it wasn't worth the rest of my time. 

Especially with Rebecca Ferguson's character whos an opera singer who doesn't sing any opera. She is the most pointless character in the entire movie. You could remove her from the movie entirely and it would still be the same movie. 

We’re introduced to her when Hugh Jackman and Zac Efron go to meet the queen and have a fancy dinner and Hugh manages to convince her hes fancy enough to host a show for her in America. She agrees and they have the show and she kills it with the only decent song in the movie because it's the least generic pop song out of all of them. Even over the ‘This is Me’ song which is completely random for its placement in the movie and doesn't drive home the message it's trying to because, psa for writers, to have a powerful message you need to start with powerful characters. I want to feel for these characters, I really do. Kealas voice is so emotional and passionate but I can't get behind it because the song was poorly timed and generic and also none of the performers have character. 

Woah, going off on a tangent a little, but back to Rebecca Ferguson. Her character had two purposes for the plot that I could figure out. One being the scandal with her and Hugh Jackman to create a rift between him and his wife which was..stupid. I have no better word for it because why the fuck did she think they were going to fall in love? Like bitch hes a married man and this is a business trip why are you making a move? Not only did she make an inappropriate move on Hugh Jackman, but she got fucking upset when he refused her too. Like what did you expect to happen? Honestly what did you expect? Then she proves shes a bitch by forcing herself on him and creating the scandal after their picture gets taken when she kisses him. 

Of course said picture gets in the papers and for a moment I perked up and thought ‘oh finally some plot drama’ I was desperate for anything good. But don't get too excited. You might think ‘oh no his wife is going to see that and leave him because he's cheating’. Yes, that does happen. For about twenty minutes. Then they sing a song together and everything's fine and the scandal is never brought up again. Apparently nobody cared and everything is sunshine and rainbows. 

Except! For plot point number two that Rebecca's character provided which was the rift between Hugh Jackman and the performers. Which, I don't know why they thought he should be around twenty four seven because clearly hes a businessman why would he just hang around. But anyways, the performers get a little miffed when he chooses Rebecca Ferguson over them to make money. Literally nothing happens with this plot point.

The performers are shown being angry with him and his choices, but they never try to confront him about it! Barnum is never challenged as a character because nobody challenges him. Everything just works out in the end. He comes back after leaving Rebecca Ferguson in the dust and it's like nothing changed. The performers just forgive him and when the theater burns down they all have some cheesy heart to heart like nothing wrong ever happened. Nobody ever confronts anybody and everything is happy and right because family or something.

Making Rebecca Fergusons character a pointless waste of time because both of her reasons for existing in the plot are POINTLESS. 

Which brings me to my final points about the movie that mostly centers around the fact that none of these “characters” change in any substantial way. The main character, Hugh Jackman, always has everything work out in the end no matter how shitty hes been and everyone just forgives him unconditionally. The performers never really had any tangible obstacles to overcome. The audience was constantly told that they had soooo many hardships in life, but was never shown that on screen or even in dialogue. There was absolutely nothing for these characters to apparently overcome. Which is just boring.

The historical accuracy was non existent. There was no racism or sexism or anything of the like. I don't like seeing that as much as the next guy, but if that's the time period..that's the time period. You can keep it tasteful and accurate and still relatable. 

Tacked onto that is also the music. It was disappointing and too modern. Like I get bringing modern into the past, but at least make it something innovative. Not just generic pop songs that were put through the Fall Out Boy factory and supposed to be “so emotional”. 

This movie is jumbled and confused and lacking in a lot of areas. Its hollow where I'm supposed to feel empowered and its shallow where I want it to be meaningful.

Basically, I can see where the critics are coming from. This movie is garbage with a lot of wasted potential. Why did it do good with audiences then? Probably because they're just looking for good entertainment. This movie did that. Surface level entertainment and nothing more. But for a critic? Someone whos seen so many movies good and bad and know the ins and outs of a truly magical movie, this was bad and held nothing of value. 

Such a shame because it was such a good premise. 

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The Real Reason Gwyneth Paltrow Forgets What Marvel Movies She's In

The Real Reason Gwyneth Paltrow Forgets What Marvel Movies She’s In

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Gwyneth Paltrow has spent plenty of time in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but her memories seem to be a little shaky. The Academy Award-winning actress, who played Pepper Potts opposite Robert Downey Jr.’s Tony Stark across seven Marvel movies, has admitted that she hasn’t seen many of the Marvel…

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