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mlobsters · 10 months ago

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supernatural s13e15 a most holy man (w. andrew dabb, bob singer)

this episode open in malta and the choral voices and bells and candles and i'm thrown back to half remembering an episode about a haunted painting...? from florence? and trying to remember if that was actually an episode/fic/fever dream (it was, 10x16)

sam managing to find an even more uncomfortable place to use his laptop. fixed metal stool

SAM Worth a shot? DEAN Yeah. Good. Why not? I don’t think I can take another one of these cold pieces of Papa Giovanni’s.

what's up with the cheesy film noir music intro

LOL ok. is he usually annoyed when someone is coming on to sam? seems like he usually thinks it's funny, rolling his eyes or encouraging. i don't recall glaring at the flirt-er being in the repertoire

dean is going through a journey of emotions

interesting the differences in the emotional journey from this version of the script and what made it onscreen lol (production draft linked on wiki)

her voice keeps pinging alicia witt for some reason

spn s13e15 as richard greenstreet, the magicians s1e13 dominic burgess as ember

there's a character named emily greenstreet in the magicians and dominic plays ember who is a god that they're trying to get a powerup (aka jar-o-jizz) from (and they do a small blood sacrifice to him) lol

GREENSTREET I gave up on worthy causes years ago. And as I said, the blood cost me a fortune. Judging by your Montgomery Ward suits and your cheap ties, I’m guessing you don’t have a small fortune, or for that matter, two nickels to rub together. So I’m quite afraid this has been a waste of your time, and more importantly, mine. Good day, gentlemen.

montgomery ward, blast from the past. stores all shuttered by 2000 or something. random reference for this uk character

film noir heist mob movie sure. reminds me of the clue episode.

SAM So, this is what we’ve come to? Thieves? DEAN Hey, you want the blood, right? Well… besides, the thing’s already stolen. SAM Really? That’s your rationale? DEAN Hey, I’m not perfect. And by the way, neither are you, okay? Oh, so, what? Now you’re above a little, uh, chicanery? Look, this isn’t a perfect world we’re trying to save, okay. And if I’m not perfect trying to save it, then so be it. Come on. You with me or not?

not sure why sam's supposedly bothered over this. of all the morally questionable things they've done for The Cause, this is pretty low on the list

sam with the cockblock and all i can think while dean's flirting with this very lovely woman at the coffee shop is how they refuse to drop the busty asian beauties for dean's porn preference.

DEAN Look at you. You’re like a Boy Scout. You’re always prepared. SAM Yeah. You’re like uh… I don’t know what you’re like. DEAN Yeah. Thanks.

proud to pissed in 2 seconds flat. also, kind of cute but what is even going on

i mean. i. listen, they did some real fucking dumbass episodes in the early seasons too, so i shouldn't really complain that it's purely a late season phenomenon. but when the dumbass episode is surrounded by episodes i'm also complaining about it becomes somewhat of a .... 'what am i doing with my life right now' moment

he's been in a ton of stuff but probably the sopranos (which i never did finish) what i know him from

this is something all right. god and it's only halfway through 🥴😩🤪

DEAN Okay, I’m just saying, you’re taking a lot of shots to the head lately. I mean, I know that Disney Princess hair gives you some padding, but, uh…

listen they both surely have CTE by now with the number of concussions they've racked up over the years

FATHER LUCCA It’s not about luck, son. It’s about effort. All the time, I hear people saying the world’s not perfect. And they’re right. It’s not. But do you use that as an excuse? Do you use it to excuse your own sins? Your failings and your laziness? Do you use it to give a bad man power, because the world’s not perfect? Or do you work? Do you try and improve things in whatever way you can? Guys, the world will never be perfect, but if good men do good things, it can be better. Every day can get better.

???? are we trying to..... invigorate the boys to do what's right, have hope, ....???? i don't even know what. but i'm sure gonna start bristling over rando man implying they don't put in the effort to make things better. that's their job and they do fuck up and make bad decisions too but overall their schtick is literally making the world better. but instead we're getting some moralizing speech that i think is to make them feel bad about participating in the the continued theft of an item so that they can get the thing they need to save their family+new-kinda-god-adopted-son

SIGH. it's like this episode is supposed to be tongue in cheek, but it's too serious. so it's like just. fucking weird. because it's not serious enough to be like, slick.

FATHER LUCCA Yeah. He called me un uomo santissimo. SAM What does that mean? FATHER LUCCA “A most holy man.”

did they not google this phrase before this whole waste of time

DEAN Come on. I know that look. What’s on your mind? SAM I don’t know. Nothing. I mean – I mean, you know… You ever feel like we’re – we’re doing nothing but playing defense? You know, bouncing from one apocalypse to the next? DEAN Well, it’s not exactly our call. SAM I know that, and I’m not saying we don’t do good. But – but no matter how many people we save, there will always be more people that need saving. No matter how many monsters we kill–

DEAN There’s always gonna be another one around the corner. SAM Exactly. You think we could ever change things? I mean, really change things? You know, stop all the monsters, all the bad? DEAN That would be nice.

SAM Yeah. So, what are you thinkin’? Think that’ll work? DEAN I have faith.

loaded term that is for them. anyway, circles back to how for what felt like a while there, sam was the reassuring reasonable collected one and dean was needing some anchoring. but now it's dean's turn to be the one with faith they can get whatever done. but what got me about this exchange is that like.. dean often times would get a little defensive when sam would bring things up like this, brush him off. but now it's like he's actually listening and understanding where he's coming from and wishes it was better but accepts that it probably won't be. and it's honestly just nice to see dean being positive and a support for sam.

annoyed that there's that nice (for me) character moment in an episode that will otherwise likely erase from my brain in a few days

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 13x15 #spn script #andrew dabb #bob singer #spnhiky #hiky #dominic burgess #the magicians #spnwhinge #al sapienza

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lavellane · 2 years ago

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hello! ✨

for the infamous ask meme -> band name, beginnings, bandmates, and lyrics! 🖤🖤🖤

thank u chloe !!!!!!!!!! apologies this is so long smh

band name: how did they and the others come up with the band name? has the name changed since it was founded?

so tara’s band is called twiceshy – derived from the old saying ‘once bitten, twice shy’. it was originally an edgy joke between her and seven when they were freshmans, reference a traumatic experience tara had as a child wherein she was uh. mauled by a pitbull lol 💀 i like to think the name was actually the final puzzle piece in terms of her healing emotionally from that experience – she'd been through a lot of therapy over the years as a result obviously, and ended up coming out the other side with an ironic fondness for pitbulls and all misunderstood breeds in general. they even made their band icon a pitbull !

since then she leans HEAVY into dog motifs in her writing because she vibes w the themes. her own defensiveness, her intense attachment to loved ones, her stubbornness, the tendency people have to not respect her as an aggressive animal when pushed . . . she relates ! and also being a woman in a male dominated metal scene.... shes been called a bitch a lot. so why not go all out with it lol

beginnings: when and how did they know they wanted to be a professional musician? was there a deciding factor?

seven was the deciding factor :( before she met him tara was aimless. she was a shy angry kid with no friends and no hobbies outside of writing embarrassing poetry in her textbooks during class and daydreaming. tara was the one who got sev into rock, but SEVEN was the one who introduced her to music and singing in general as an outlet. i don't think she even realized how talented a singer she was until he told her, bc she was so shy prior to meeting him. since then she's always pushed herself to be exceptional in her vocals and her writing bc she does feel like this is the closest thing she has to purpose. but then, even if she hated it (and she does honestly hate the idea of fame) she wouldve done it all anyway just to be close to seven forever.

bandmates: how do they feel about the members of the band? would they still be interested in stardom if they weren’t with that group?

hmmmm..... it's complicated atm? i think things are okay right now with the band, but tense ! they've been tense since The Vote, which tara vehemently objected to and still resents. i really sincerely hope there's a chance for mc to confront their bandmates over the decision, bc . . . yeah. she loves them all, but a part of her blames them for destroying her relationship and future with seven. since his exit she's coped by immersing herself the work and hyperfocusing solely on mastering the craft and pushing herself to her limits, bc she struggles to relate to them socially at the time being. but also.... unless she left the band to be with seven, there's no way she would leave them for greener pastures. she's more about "sharing art" than fame, and her anxiety couldn't handle being untethered from everyone she loves like that.

lyrics: what are some songs you associate with your character? any specific lyrics that really scream your character?

saint bernard by lincoln for that sick dog motif ofc. tara's got so many similar lyrics like that and the majority are about seven. lol.

alternatively happy song by bring me the horizon reminds me of her relationship with music/performing in general. she has such intense social anxiety offstage, but the nature of her genre (heavy metal lol) helps her circumnavigate that fear and absolutely RAGE on stage. it's a great outlet and the one part of being a public facing figure that she enjoys.

#oc: tara #to be fair bmth was the prime inspiration for her music and sound and whatnot. specifically sempiternal and post-human survival !

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beholdthemem · 1 year ago

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WIP Weekend (Look, it’s the weekend SOMEWHERE) Challenge

@hilarychuff thank you for tagging me, and for your patience! This was fun AND motivational.

All righty, so here are the RULES:

in a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

post a snippet from one of them. snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. we’re posting progress here. if you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

after you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. you must then write 3 sentences in that file. if the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

that’s it! you can invite others to join in, or just post. if you tag me in your post, i will send you an ask request!

The only way I can differentiate between my WIPs and remember what they’re each about is if I give them weird joke names, so we have-

More Werewolf Wednesday

Electric Thanksgiving Boogaloo 2.0- Electric Two-galoo

IsThisAnAnastasiaAUOrAnExcuseToMakeThese2FuckersSlowDance

Middle School Is Challenging For Everyone

THIS Is Why Nobody Likes Folk Singers

Snippet from Middle School Is Challenging:

"It's not what it looks like," Eddie said immediately, and then regretted his phrasing. The kid looked even more afraid. "I mean- it IS what it looks like, but it's not as bad as it looks. Don't worry. He's fine. He's enjoying himself."

"Hbibfibe," Grant said reassuringly, giving an encouraging thumbs up in entirely the wrong direction.

"Seriously," Eddie pressed on as the girl glanced uncertainly behind him at Grant. "It's cool. I'm next."

Her brow slowly unknotted, fear becoming mere confusion tempered with mild wariness- the go to emotions for sixth graders interacting with anyone older than them. Eddie was comfortable with that.

"Aren't you supposed to be practicing with Linda?" He asked after another beat wherein she showed no signs of going anywhere. He didn't want to be a dick, but heads weren't going to scotch tape themselves, and he didn't want Linda hunting this kid down and complaining to the dean that Eddie had been sabotaging their act by distracting her. As if he'd need to, anyway. What were they doing again? Cheer? Ugh.

The little sixth grader shrugged nervously, neat blonde braids bobbing over her shoulders. He was having difficulty imagining this mousy kid successfully cheering on anything. It was undoubtedly gonna be The Linda Show out there, but even so, this was an odd choice of back up.

"Can he..." the girl began hesitantly, speaking for the first time in a voice almost as small and quiet as she was. "How is... uh... how is he breathing?"

That was a very fair question.

"...pores?" Eddie hazarded after a moment.

Behind him, Grant, who apparently could NOT breathe through his pores, suddenly seemed to black out and collapsed off of the chair.

"MAN DOWN!" Jeff shrieked as Eddie scrambled over to intervene, Linda's sidekick hot on his heels. "STAY WITH US, DUDE!"

If you read this and have WIPs, consider yourself tagged. Share your work! (No pressure tho, I just want you guys to have an excuse to talk about what you’re working on. We’re interested!)

#chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #hellcheer #mostly anyway

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mina-van1104 · 4 months ago

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Celebrated both my dogs' birthdays a few days ago. Yesterday was sad news that Biden stepped down for the next election. 😭Biden, a TRUE patriot who is kind, knowledgable, well-educated, & tried to do so many awesome things for America.

Although, Biden wasn't the #1 best president but he sure was and still is a good president & obviously better than Trump. Kamala Harris, Robert F. Kennedy, and literally anybody is better than Trump. So during this election, please vote for anybody besides Donald Trump. Trump is such a clown, a joke, with no higher education, brainless, hateful, insulting, prick.

At least Biden was a good man & never insulted anyone. Biden is a TRUE Catholic/Christian while Trump is just too fake! I even like George W. Bush who was Republican, I even liked McCain even though he was never president & he lost as a Republican. Trump said McCain wasn't a war hero and McCain WAS a war hero! Dumb Donald! McCain was awesome. Anyways, I truly loved Obama-a Democrat.

Obama was the best, because during his 8 year term, Bin Laden got killed in May 2011 & America got Justice from September 11, 2001 (10 years later). I will always see Obama as my hero. 💙Obama also elected president on my birthday November 4, 2008.

Biden & Obama are my favorite & my heroes because in 2020, after 19-20 years of America fighting in Afghanistan, Joe Biden finally sent our troops home back to America & officially ended the Twenty year war since September 11, 2001. 😭💙You'll always be my hero Biden. Thank you Biden for being president. Your presidency brought me happiness and was super close to world peace. I'm really sad Biden is leaving.😭

So the moral is to everyone, whether you're Democrat or Republican please DO NOT VOTE for Trump. I equally like my Democrats as well as some Republicans but extremely dislike Trump. He's no good. I want Kamala Harris or Robert F. Kennedy as Presidents or Vice Presidents. Don't let Trump's hate win.

Song played on Instagram is called "Gratitude" by Brandon Lake.🩵I'm playing this song because I'm grateful that I got to have Biden as my president during my lifetime.😭💙

••••••••

Always needing some prayers again.🙏 I, Mina Van 文风英 Woon Foong Yin (in Hakka Chinese).Nevada born & raised.Proud nurse, coach. Family living in Nevada for 45 (forty-five) years.Spread kindness.❤️

In the name of the Guan Yin, Ong Lee (meaning Buddha in Hakka Chinese langauge), Yay-Su (Jesus Christ), Ty-uh- ma (Mother Mary Virgin Mother Mary)

In the name of Jesus, Amen!🙏

Then my other successful blood-related family of doctors in my family,🇺🇸veterans,doctors,nurses,coaches,news reporter,lobbyist,good singers,dancers,good photographers, good writers,artists,a cop,a dentist,teachers, etc.Mixed family of Asians & white people.Spread Kindness.

Again, half of our family is Asian half our family is white. Even-though my parents look Asian we have some Chinese, Vietnamese, Native American, small portions of French, German descent, Ashkenazi Jewish descent DNA Ancestry

# PuppiesBirthdays ✞♡ # Selfie # Nurse # Coach # NativeNevadan # StopAsianHate # Biden2024💙 # JesusChrist 🦂 # Buddha # GuanYin # MotherMary # NevadaBornAndRaised # HakkaChineseRaised # ProChoice (though, in politics) # Equality # Justice # Healthcare # Running 🏃🏻‍♀️ # NevadaNative # athletic # HomeMeansNevada # Nevada # UNRnevadaAlumnaMay2016 # 3collegeDegrees # 3MedicalLicenses

•2019:OlderSisterCatherineVan&Adam Schwartz’sWedding&TheirWebsiteOn: https://www.theknot.com/us/catherine-van-and-adam-schwartz-aug-2019•ReminiscingMoreThan200PeopleCame.

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totaldramafan-lauri · 2 years ago

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S-sorry I haven’t been talking the past week or so.....Can confirm that I’m doing OK and I don’t WANNA isolate again, but.....

Wh-what happened was that.....that one singer I talked about before? The one with “one of the best voices I’ve heard in my life”? W-well, he put out a new album this month, so.....h-he’s been taking up the bulk of my thoughts recently again....I-I’m still playing CRK and Splatoon, but I haven’t had much to say, cuz THAT’S where my head’s been.....Not only listening to his music nonstop (and I mean nonstop, like, I’m listening as I type this), but watching videos....over...and over and over again.....

And unlike my other interests, I’m legitimately embarrassed to talk about him. Even just to say his name.....Again, am I not used to feeling so strongly for a real person (even if it’s not THAT different than a fictional crush TBH considering who he is, the f-fantasy aspect is still there, I guess?), and I-I’m worried about accidentally saying something wrong and someone stumbling upon it, or getting c-carried away, s-something like that.....I’m SO addicted to his voice that it’s e-embarrassing.....I HAVE found a lot of other things to like about him, but his voice still affects me in that way, and I can’t pretend like it doesn’t.....I-I’m worried that, if I get too comfy talking about him with no f-filter, I.....I-I’ll regret it, and come off as creepy in some way.....C-cuz I’m so used to talking that way about people who aren’t real....I don’t trust myself.....I know he has many many fans who like him that way, b-but I still don’t....

So, I just.....kept it all to myself, and ended up silent again.....oops.....

But, uh, since it’s almost Eurovision season, I should come back here, so....here I am again!

Um......while I’m here, I just have ONE thing I wanna talk about when it comes to him, before I go back to the normal stuff, so....yeah....sorry.....^////////^;

I-I had a dream about him this week....

And...it’s so f-frustrating.....

Cuz....it was one of those dreams.....where, when you JUST wake up, you remember every detail.....but, you start forgetting REALLY quickly....until you barely remember anything, so suddenly....I-it feels like those are the only kinds of dreams I’ve been having recently. I know what the dream was ABOUT, and that I had it, but not much else....

It frustrates me, cuz I remember how I FELT....and I know it was good....I was happy, and warm....and UGH, I....I wish I could’ve, like, written it all down while I still remembered it, but I didn’t think to, cuz it left me so quickly- ARGH.....

All I remember now is that, I was on some kind of vehicle - a train or a bus of some kind? I don’t think it was a plane - and I met him, and we talked, and it was a positive interaction (which doesn’t surprise me, cuz he’s s-so sweet to his fans....)

I also remember what he looked like, cuz I was looking at pictures before I fell asleep, so he looked like he did in those pictures....and also, even though he’s Korean, we were speaking English cuz all my dreams are in English for obvious reasons.....

A-and that’s all I know for sure....

I-I....I also....I THINK....he might’ve held my hand....? I think....? I vaguely recall some kind of physical touch....Like, he might’ve touched my cheek, or maybe....k-kissed my forehead, or something small like that, but....I think holding my hand is the safest to assume....Like, while I was talking to him, he could’ve done that to try and calm me....

Everything else is just speculation....I-I have no idea of anything we said anymore....Especially anything he said to me...but, I can at least GUESS what I could’ve said to him, based on the fact that I remember how I felt....?

I could’ve....been thanking him, for making me so happy, and bringing me so much comfort.....and how much I love his voice....and how he’s helped me through a hard time with his music....a-and whenever I hear him, I feel warm...Y’know, stuff that I WOULD tell him if I had the ability and the courage to do so....

But again, I dunno what was actually said...He would’ve probably answered, “and thank you for listening to me <3″ or something like that.....>///////< He likes hearing things like that....

But yeah.....even though I feel embarrassed about sharing who he is, I at least wanted to vent about the dream, cuz gosh, I KNOW it was a good dream, and I was lucky to have it, so I don’t wanna forget the parts I still remember.

#lauri talks to herself #dreams #(im adding to an old tag yaaaaayyyy)

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jeyramarie · 3 years ago

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For your blurb night could you do #39 w/ Florence Pugh x reader where the caterer hits on Florence’s gf?

39. “i’m flattered you’re jealous.”

You were Florence’s plus one to an award show after party. Of course, this was filled with A-list actors and actresses, singers, musicians, you name it. The reception was absolutely beautiful, the tables had the guest names and the caterers walked around with the food and drinks.

“Over here, love.” Flo said as she found your table. She grabbed your waist and led you to the chair. Both of you sat and you could finally see who you were with. Timothée Chalamet, Zendaya, Tom Holland and Salma Hayek sat around the table. You stared in awe, not believing you were surrounded by such incredible people.

“So Flo, I see you finally decided to show Y/n off.” Timothée chuckled and sipped from his champagne as you blushed, looking down at your purse and back at him.

“Oh stop it. Thought it would be time to finally take her everywhere.” The blonde smiled and grabbed you hand.

“I like that, it’s important to show off your girl. Make sure people know she’s yours.” Tom commented, wrapping his arm around Zendaya’s shoulders who was smiling at him.

“Exactly.” Flo agreed. The caterer came by the table taking drink orders until he finally made it to you and Florence.

“What would you girls like?”

“I’d like a martini-“ Florence started but was quickly cut off by him.

“Hi.” he smirked looking at you.

“Hello.” You smiled sweetly moving your eyes back to the small menu.

“Wh-what can I get you?” He asked again but this time directly at you as he completely ignored Florence’s presence.

“I’ll just have a glass of white wine, thank you.” You smiled at him before turning back to the table.

“Of course, I’ll be right back beautiful.” He winked at you and walked off, never taking the blonde’s order. Everyone at the table chuckled making you look at them in confusion.

“What’s going on?” You chuckled as you turned to your girlfriend, who was clearly pissed.

“Did you not see how he flirted with you?”

“He was not flirt-“

“He completely ignored me and took your order plus he called you beautiful before he left.” Flo said with knitted brows.

“I’m flattered you’re jealous.” You chuckled as you leaned into her and pecked her cheek. Everyone at the table laughed and a few minute later the guy came back. He handed everyone their drinks and gave you your glass with a smirk.

“Thank you so much. Can you bring my girlfriend a martini?” You asked looking up at him with a smile.

“Wha- Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, she’s right here.” You said and grabbed Flo’s hand making him look down at the blonde.

“Um- Uh- I-I- didn’t know you-“

“Martini whenever you can. Thanks.” You said all sweet and turned back to the table. Tom was hiding his laughter behind his beer bottle and Zendaya hid behind her phone.

“Poor guy was probably dying of embarrassment.” Timothée laughed.

“It was bond to happen sooner or later.” Salma commented looking around the table to see everyone nod in agreement.

“I love you. No one is going to change that, love. Okay?” You whispered to her and she nodded. Flo grabbed your hand and leaned forward to peck your lips.

“I love you too.”

#florence pugh fic #florence pugh angst #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh smut #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh blurb #florence pugh

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cherrycheridarling · 4 years ago

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'someday maybe' | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: one swear? fluff and angst? kisses

summary: you're so close to finishing your second album when your manager pushes the deadline, your ex tom helps you write the final track.

{listen to someday by michael bublè and meghan trainor (if you want)}

wc: 2.1k

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey,"

"Yes, yes. I know. You are not being a very helpful manager right now, Noelle." you spoke to your phone as you paced around the living room, "Okay. I'll get working on it. Bye." you huffed and threw your phone against the couch.

Your album was due to be released in two months and you needed one more song to tie it all together. Your manager, Noelle, was pushing you to finish the song so she could start the promo of the album.

You were incredibly grateful for your career, but the pressure weighed down on you everyday. Never ending.

With a final groan you picked up your acoustic guitar and sat on the couch. Picking at the strings, trying to find a melody. You hit record on your voice memo app before strumming away.

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey, we can be in love once more. 'Till then I won't give my love away. Darling, I'm forever only yours." you sang softly.

You and Tom had a joyous relationship. A love that only ever existed in movies and fairytales. The type of love story that gets told for generations and onwards. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

Your breakup was calm, serene and clean. A mutual agreement as if your whole relationship had been a business deal. There were no loose ends or jealous passive aggressive remarks made. Just maturity and respect for one another.

Your pinky still held the promise ring he gave you. A token of appreciation. A reassurance that he'd always be there for you. And he lived up to his word.

Tom walked in and sat across from you, startling you, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Whatcha writing?"

"Need a final song for the album. Sorry for showing up unannounced. I just get better inspiration here, with all the memories, you know?" you timidly looked back down at the guitar.

Tom nodded, "No need to apologize. We gave you a spare key for a reason."

You couldn't stop yourself from spilling the words from your lips, "That was when we were together."

You could hear the awkward silence start to fill the room before he spoke again, "Still our best friend, Y/L/N."

The pain that crossed your features was instant. Being addressed by your last name felt like a stab to the gut. Especially by Tom.

You nodded before playing again, "Can I help you write it?" Tom asked as he sat next to you.

"Dancer, gymnast, actor and now songwriter. How many hidden talents have you got, Holland?" you teased making him laugh.

He shrugged with a smile, "It's kind of like writing a poem, right?"

You pondered on his analogy before slowly nodding, "Yeah, it kind of is. Give it a go."

You began playing the melody and he listened intently for a few moments before singing, "I love seeing you happy. I miss seeing that smile. It's been such a long time. A– Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh. I can't do it." he shook his head aggressively with a loud laugh as you stopped playing.

"No!" you quickly protested, "That was amazing! Don't leave me hanging, c'mon." you nudged him with your shoulder before strumming again.

"Alright, alright." he ran his hands down his face, "And although I don't have you, I know now that I need to?" he paused and gave you a skeptical look before you nodded again, "Somehow make you mine. Mmm."

"Oh, okay. He's giving ad-libs and all. Get it." you nodded as he laughed.

You were so engrossed on Tom actually writing a song with you that you didn't focus on the lyrics he was singing.

"And I won't lie, it's hard seeing you with him 'cause I know he can't hold you like I can." his mood seemed to drop by a thousand as the words left his lips.

"When can we meet this boyfriend of yours?" Harrison flicked your forehead from across the booth.

You, Harrison, Tom and Tuwaine were all sat in the local pub. Pints of beer in front of each of you as loud music and chatting filled your ears.

You shrugged, "He's picking me up, so possibly tonight."

Tuwaine's eyes lit up, "Fina-fucking-lly. I swear you've kept him hidden for years."

"We've only been together for three months, T." you laughed lightly with the group of boys.

And they met him. It wasn't the smoothest of introductions, but an introduction nonetheless.

"Boys, this is Kai. Kai this is Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine." you gestured to the parties as they all shook hands and gave polite greetings.

"So," Harrison started, "What do you do for a living, Kai?"

Kai cleared his throat, "I'm a Senior Resident at Kingston Hospital. Working towards being Head of Pediatrics."

Tuwaine and Harrison both nodded, impressed by his profession. Tom's face remained expressionless as he stared at Kai with cold eyes.

"Do you have any siblings, Kai? Any psycho ex-girlfriends? Any wacky cousins?" Tuwaine joked making everyone laugh. "'Cause Y/N has a lot of wacky cousins."

"We could be in love once more,"

"Hey!" you gasped with a laugh.

Kai pulled you closer to him as he laughed, "No, no wacky cousins or psycho exes, but I do have an older sister and a younger brother."

This game of ask and answer continued on for a few more minutes. Tom didn't say a word, just sipped his beer and burned holes into Kai with his eyes. If looks could kill, Kai would be six feet under.

Kai was a sweetheart, but you two ended ages ago. His work got too much for him and your job had you touring and travelling every second.

You picked up after him with the chorus before diving into your own verse, "I remember that love song. I sang every word wrong, but you didn't mind, no, no."

"I love the things you do. It's how you do the things you love. Well it's not a love song, not a love song. I love the way you get me, but correct me if I'm wrong. This is not a love song, not a love song!" Tom belted the 'Austin & Ally' song from the top of his lungs.

"Your turn!" he pointed the pretend mic in your direction.

You laughed, not knowing any of the lyrics, but still wanting to participate, "I love that you not a licket! And you own a watch and chicken! We got a car!" you sang with full confidence, making Tom burst with laughter.

"Yes! Sing it, darling!" he cheered you on, "Absolutely butchering the lyrics, but sing it!"

"Being stuck inside a car. If it's not a doe, don't kiss it! I can't hear a missing, when there's a shoe inside the ceiling! If you really need to fart, you can lunch on a pig farm! Love song! Love song!" you couldn't even hear the song in the background, your voice overpowering it.

Tom was hunched over from laughing before he came back up and planted a soft kiss on your lips, "You are one hundred percent ridiculous and I love it."

You brought yourself back to reality and sang again, "And I'll admit that I miss you, but only if you do. 'Cause you know that I'm shy. And I can't lie, it's hard seeing you with her. 'Cause I know she can't love you like I can."

Tom's eyes met yours as the words fell from your gentle lips. His mouth was slightly agape as you continued to strum.

"You are absolute rubbish. Imagine coming in eighth. Embarassing." you laughed as you crushed Harrison in a game of Mario Kart.

He shoved you with his shoulder, "You're such a try ha—"

"—It's always the same, Tom! How can I trust you? You follow gorgeous models on Instagram and expect me to trust you?" Nadia's voice cut Harrison's words off.

You looked at him with wide eyes, his expression matching yours.

"Those women that I follow have been my friends for ages. Who I follow on a stupid app shouldn't effect how much you trust me."

You paused the game, cutting off the theme song, "How long have they been fighting like this?"

Harrison sighed, a long groan following, "A few weeks. I think it started when she saw that he liked your Instagram picture?"

You stammered, "M-my post? She got mad about my post?"

Harrison nodded before opening his mouth to speak, but Nadia cut him off again, "And she practically lives here! How do you think it makes me feel seeing my boyfriend play house with a superstar?!"

"Aw, a superstar? I'm flattered." you joked making Harrison stifle a laugh.

"I've been friends with Y/N since we were in nappies!"

"I can't be with you if you're going to be friends with her."

Your laughter abruptly died at her words. Harrison stiffened beside you.

"Y-you can't be serious. You can't make me choose between you and her."

"Why? Because you're gonna choose her?" you could hear her voice crack.

"I-" Tom couldn't make out a sentence for a few moments, "Yeah. I'm gonna choose her."

Your heart fell from it's place, stopping at your feet. Harrison brought a hand to his mouth, "H-he chose you. He chose you!" he whisper shouted before you shushed him.

"Of course. I don't know why I expected anything different. I think I'll be going now." Nadia's footsteps approached the living room.

You and Harrison scrambled to look as if you weren't eavesdropping on their argument/breakup.

Tom followed close behind her, "I'm sorry. I really am."

She nodded, hand on the doorknob, "I know. Goodbye." she stepped out of the house, slamming the front door shut in the process.

Tom let out a breath of relief before turning to you and Harrison who were staring at the Mario Kart home screen with the infamous tune playing.

"You guys are terrible actors."

"'Till then I won't give my love away,"

"I'm forever only yours." the both of you finished the song in unison.

There was a moment of silence before you reached over and ended the voice recording.

"T-that was really good. You can change what I wrote, I know it isn't as good as anything you would've written, but I tried. And it was actually pretty fun and I never knew how difficult songwriting was un—"

"—Kiss me." you cut Tom's rambling off.

His eyes grew wide, "W-wha—"

"—Kiss me, Holland."

He swallowed, a small smile stretching on his lips, "Thank God."

And with that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Interlocking like missing puzzle pieces. Moving in sync like waves in the ocean. Soft and sweet, but filled with passion. You could feel his smile against your lips causing you to grin.

His hand came up to pull your face closer into his. Caressing your jaw, fingertips playing with the hairs on the back of your neck. His other hand holding your hip in a tight grip. Pressing the pads of his digits into your flesh, scared that you might slip through his fingers again.

One of your hands was pressed flat against his chest. Steadying yourself, the heat of the kiss threatening to throw you off of your axis. Your other hand tangled itself into Tom's curls. Pulling and tugging lightly causing small groans to fall from Tom's lips. Your fingernails scratching his scalp. Pulling him impossibly closer to you.

"I want my ten pounds." Harrison's voice snapped you and Tom out of your make out session.

Him and Tuwaine stood in the doorway, shit eating grins on their faces.

Tuwaine laughed before placing a ten pound note in Harrison's palm, "You guys couldn't have waited until next month to get back together?"

"You two were betting on us?" Tom laughed at his mates who nodded.

You shook your head with a smile, "Absolute idiots, all of you."

Harrison let out a happy sigh and pocketed the money, "Today was a good day. Had a sick ass shoot. Got ten pounds. And my best friends are finally together again." he waltzed into the kitchen with Tuwaine, leaving you and Tom alone again.

Tom's shy expression met your gleeful one before he spoke, "Someday came a lot sooner than expected, huh?" he chuckled.

You nodded with a laugh, "It certainly did and I am not complaining."

He sent you a wide grin before cupping your face and connecting your lips to his again.

"Darling, I'm forever only yours."

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Could u do one w famous!reader (singer and actress) and she’s Brazilian and they met at late late show or idk some other talk show?? Thank u love ur writing

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The Late Late Show

Y/N always loved coming on James Corden’s ‘The Late Late Show’. His team was always super organized and kind, and James sometimes treated his guests with a meal at a restaurant after the taping since it was usually filmed during dinnertime, and they always had a lot of fun on-set. James was one of the few television hosts whom Y/N would consider a friend.

Of course, being an actress provided Y/N an opportunity to meet and make friends with hundreds of other celebrities, and she considered herself to be amongst nearly all groups of celebrity friendships, but there were some more notable people which she hadn’t had the pleasure to meet, yet. One being Harry Styles.

She’d wanted to meet him since the days of One Direction, but their paths somehow never crossed, which was odd considering nearly all of her friends were mutuals with him. They followed each other on Instagram and Twitter, and would occasionally like the other’s pictures or tweets, but that was about as far as it went. She didn’t have the courage to message him. But that ended today. Both of them would be appearing on his show together.

She and her team arrived early, being escorted to a private room. Most of her team went to the main backstage room while Y/N got her hair and makeup done in her private room. There was still some time left to spare by the time they were finished, and Y/N, along with her PR person, decided to greet everyone backstage and have a quick snack before she changed clothes. She bumped into Reggie and a few other members of James’ team on the way back, smiling and chatting with them while they walked down the hall. As soon as she entered the room, she heard her name called out.

“Y/N! Hello!”

Y/N turned her head in the direction of the voice and smiled when she saw James Corden in the middle of a conversation with Harry Styles and someone else she hadn’t recognized, presumably on his team. She made her way over, noticing Harry holding a small, half-eaten sandwich, and trying to keep her composure.

“Hello, so good to see you again,” Y/N grinned, taking Jame’s hand and pecking him on each cheek before turning to Harry, heart pounding, “Hi, how are you? I’m Y/N.”

“Good, thanks, I’m Harry,” his voice was deep and muffled, trying to introduce himself with a mouth full of sandwich. He leaned in for a one-arm hug and pecked either side of her face. Once they pulled apart he had dramatically swallowed his food and smiled sheepishly, “Sorry,” he chuckled, “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“We were just talking about you,” James interrupted.

Your expression changed to one of surprise before Harry chimed in, holding a finger up and nodding, “Yeah, I’m a big fan. Salacity was incredible.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Y/N blushed, looking between the two of them, “Well, I’m obviously a fan, too. Who isn’t?”

“Obviously, you mean me,” James joked, flicking his imaginary hair back.

The two laughed while Y/N nodded, “Obviously.”

Y/N continued on, asking James about his family, and attempted to remain calm while Harry’s overwhelming presence barely a foot beside her lingered. She could feel the warmth radiate from his side, fighting the urge not to look over at him every five seconds, though she couldn’t help but feel his eyes occasionally glance her way.

Since James was so close with both Harry and Y/N, it seemed to be easy to hold a conversation. But when James was ushered away by the crew to start prep and begin filming for his show, it left Harry and Y/N an opportunity to talk. They still had a bit before they would be called out.

“So, I heard you’ll be in the new Marvel film,” Harry turned to her.

Y/N’s mouth fell open, smirking unsurely. That news hasn’t been released yet, and as far as she was aware, not even her biggest fans knew about it. “How did you hear that?”

He grinned, looking down and then back up at her, “Uh, Alexa may have mentioned it.”

“Alexa Chung,” Y/N repeated, rolling her eyes with a smirk. Alexa Chung was a supermodel and one of Y/N’s closest friends. She shook her head, muttering, “I knew she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. Yeah, I mean the contract is still under negotiation, but it’s looking good.”

Harry smiled, “Congratulations. I’m sure it’ll be amazing. Can’t wait to see it in theatres.”

“Thank you,” Y/N nodded.

Soon they were joined with more people from the crew of The Late Late Show, as well as more people from their own team as they were told the order of operations and how things were going to run tonight. James had a few segments he had to do on his own before interviewing the two of them, then on to a game, and a small break before Harry would perform.

They listened, intently, a handful of m&m’s in her hands. She noticed Harry shifting in her peripheral and when she turned to see what he was doing, he was already looking at her, pointing at her hands and mouthing, ‘throw me one’. Y/N giggled, picking up a red chocolate candy and scanning the circle of people to make sure no one was staring at her before quickly flicking it across the circle. Harry jerked to the left, trying to catch it in his mouth, but it just bounced off of his chin and to the floor. Only one girl seemed to notice and chuckled.

Harry turned to her, mouth ajar and brows scrunched up, pretending to be indignant and mouthing, “What was that?”

“Another,” Y/N mouthed, grabbing a blue one, this time. Once again, she scanned the circle and chucked the m&m higher.

This time, Harry hardly had to move. He opened his mouth and caught it, smiling and chewing on the candy. “Nice throw,” he nodded, approvingly.

After the meeting, Y/N’s Publicist urged her back towards her private room so she could get changed. She slipped into a sexy red pantsuit that plunged down her neckline and flared at the wrists and ankles, pairing it with a pair of matching red high-heels. Again, she made her way backstage where Harry was, talking to some more people, and when they both saw each other they froze, eyes widened for a moment before their smiles turned into laughter.

He made his way over, now wearing a white button-up underneath his red suit and matching red pressed pants and red shoes. “You copied me!”

Y/N shook her head playfully, joking, “We should swap our suits mid-show and see if anyone notices.”

Harry laughed, “Yes! I can wear yours for the performance!”

The two were greeted by another crew member and led to the side of the stage where they had to remain silent. They looked at each other and back to their crew, silently shimmying and to the sound of James’ voice before their names were called and an eruption of screams and claps echoed through the air from the live studio audience.

Harry let Y/N walk out first and followed her towards the stage as they smiled and waved to the crowd before stepping up on the platform to greet James with a friendly hug and peck on the cheek, sitting side-by-side on the couch.

When the cheers died down, James turned to the two with a grin and said, “It’s great to have both of you back on the show. What is this?” he motioned towards their outfits, laughing, “You’re wearing the same outfit! Did you plan this?”

They both laughed and Harry joked, “Yeah, I rang her and asked what she was wearing and went out and bought the same exact thing.”

“I wanted to give you a heads up so you could match us, too, but Harry told me not to because you would outshine us,” Y/N played along, making James belly-laugh along with the audience.

“I was this close to being upset with you both for not including me,” James laughed, settling down, “You two have never actually met before, have you?”

“No,” they both shook their heads, looking at each other for a second with a smile, “First time.”

“That’s surprising because you both seem to have a lot of the same friends.”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, we seem to run in the same circles, but never at the same time.”

“I think he was just avoiding me, really,” Y/N nodded, making the boys laugh.

Harry chuckled, “yeah, I see her at a party and I duck behind the trash cans,” he did his best impersonation.

James laughed, turning towards Y/N, “You must have been partying a lot this past weekend after your big win.” Y/N smiled widely while the audience, along with Harry, clapped loudly. Cheers, again, echoing from the crowd. James continued, “You’re new movie, Salacity, was nominated for a bunch of awards, but you made history as the first Brazilian to win an Academy Award for Best Actress. What was that like?”

Cheers erupted again and Y/N bit her lip, nodding and looking up at everyone. This never got old. “Thank you,” Y/N grinned, turning back towards James, “Honestly, I think I blacked out when they called my name.” Everyone laughed as she continued, “It was so surreal. I’ve always dreamt of winning an Academy Award but never thought in a million years that I would be the first Brazilian to win. I’m incredibly proud and grateful and just so honored to even be in the same room as all of those talented people. I’m very lucky.”

“Well you deserved every bit of it,” James nodded, earning a voice of agreement along with more cheers from the audience, “Salacity was also nominated for Best Original Song, which was written and sung by you, is that right?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, Harry’s not the only talented musician here.”

Both of them laughed as jokingly threw his hands up, stood, and pretended to walk off set. When he plopped back on the couch he said, “First you steal my outfit, then you steal my job?”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll let you open for my next tour,” she joked back.

She felt silly for being so nervous when she woke up this morning. Truth is, this is one of the easiest interviews she’s done. Normally she struggled for the right words to say or with getting a feel on whether she needed to be more professional or if she could let her silly flag fly. Because she knew James so well and got along with Harry so quickly, it made things a lot easier.

They discussed Harry’s career for a bit before circling back to Y/N as James said, “Now, we had your counterpart, KJ Appa, on our show last week. Such a nice guy, by the way.”

“So sweet,” Y/N nodded in agreement as James continued.

“And he had nothing but good things to say about you. He even said that you were one of the best on-screen kisses he’s had” James admitted, making the audience awe as Y/N blushed and smiled. James carried on, “But he did mention a particularly….awkward moment between the two of you on set. Care to elaborate?”

When Y/N’s eyes widened and shifted in her seat in embarrassment, James laughed. She looked at Harry beside her to see him curious and she began to explain, “Well, as you know, Salacity is a very, uhm, how do you put it?”

“Erotic?” James offered, laughing again.

Y/N nodded, chuckling, “Yes, there’s a lot of sex scenes. So, anyway one the very first sex scene we filmed, I’m in this sexy, lacey black lingerie, basically strapped onto this harness contraption in the air and KJ’s character has to come in from behind me, but the harness that was holding my arms snapped, tore off my bra, and I was dangling by my legs upside down with hundreds of crew members watching. And KJ, the sweet guy he is, sees that my bra came off and panicked, and he jumped in, practically hugging me as I was hanging upside down to cover me. But he didn’t realize that the only thing he was wearing was this sock that covered his dick because we were just about to film this sex scene, and it was all up in my face.”

Everyone burst into laughter as Y/N explained, “That poor guy was just trying to help, but they got me down pretty quickly. But it definitely lessened the tension for the rest of filming. We got closer after that.”

“Can’t get much closer than that, can you?” Harry joked, making her laugh, as well.

When that portion of the interview had finished, cameras cut and their team had rushed over to do a few quick makeup and hair touch-ups, laughing and joking with each other about how well it was going so far. They were then directed towards a different area of the stage, sat around a table with rancid smells lingering around.

“Have you ever done this before?” Harry asked her as they were getting re-wired and James was getting prepped.

Y/N shook her head, pushing her hair behind her back and screwing up her face, “No, and I might vomit just looking at all this stuff.”

Harry nodded, “I’ve got an extra toothbrush you can have afterward.”

James came back and they were given two minutes to get situated before the cameras focused in on them. Reggie and the band played the theme song of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts, while Y/N rang her fingers and Harry looked between her and James. Cheers and claps sounded and James smiled teasingly at the two.

“You both look thrilled to be doing this,” he said, sarcastically.

“Oh, yeah, can’t wait,” Harry retorted.

Y/N pursed her lips, shaking her head, “I must have been out of my mind when I agreed to this.”

They laughed as James directed their attention to the table, spinning it, “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here. We’ve got 1,000-year-old egg, Fish eye and bird saliva, cow tongue, salmon smoothie, cow blood and pork tongue jelly, bull penis, hot dog water, which is the absolute rankest thing I’ve ever had, and giant water scorpion.”

“Why?” Y/N groaned, sitting back in her chair in disgust.

Harry chuckled and James laughed as he explained, “So here’s how this game works. We are gonna ask each other questions, okay. The questions are written here and we have not seen them. We have a choice. We can either answer these questions truthfully, or, we have to eat the food that the other person chooses. Okay?” Harry and Y/N nodded in understanding. “Alright, ladies first. Y/N, you are going to choose a food for Harry that he has to eat, should he not answer the question.”

She glanced and spun the tabletop in search of food, bending down and taking a whiff of something awful, she gagged, making them laugh, turning the tabletop until something was placed in front of him, “I’ll go with the fish eye and bird saliva.”

“That’s the one I was least looking forward to,” Harry groaned.

“Were you looking forward to any of them?” James shot back, laughing. “Alright, Y/N, what is your question for Harry.”

Y/N turned her card over in her hands and scanned it before chuckling, blushing, and looking up at him, “Harry, backstage you mentioned you were a big fan of my new movie. How much of it had to do with my sex scene, and what did you think about it?”

“Which one?” he joked, smiling, making everyone in the audience gasp and giggle.

Harry blushed, straightening out his suit, a lopsided, shy smile still stretched on his face, “Uh...I mean, even without the sex scenes it’s a brilliant movie. But, uh, yeah. They were very….Oh god,” he slapped a hand on his forehead, looking down and making the audience laugh. Y/N shook her head in amusement as he attempted to regain composure, “Yeah, they were very realistic.”

“How many times did you rewind those scenes?” James teased.

“No, no, no, that wasn’t the question. It’s my turn now,” Harry waved his finger, making everyone laugh again as the band played and Harry spun the table. “James, I’m going to give you….well, I know how much you love hot dogs, so I’m gonna give you the hot dog water.”

“You dick,” James groaned, taking a sniff and gagging, “That really, truly is the worst thing we’ve ever had on this show. Alright, then, what’s my question?”

Harry picked up the card and grinned, “James, you have had a lot of big-name celebrities on your show. Who was the biggest disappointment?”

The crowd ooed as James’ face fell, shaking his head and looking back at the producers, “Who wrote these?”

“Come on, don’t be a pussy, answer it,” Y/N joked, making everyone laugh.

James shook his head, “I can’t. I can’t,” and he picked up the shot glass and tipped it into his mouth.

Everyone gasped and he immediately reached for the bucket and spit it all out, “That is horrible!” he exclaimed, rinsing his mouth out with water, “Why do we still have that? Alright, Y/N, I am going to pick for you….” he spun the table around before grinning and halting a pink, meaty cube in front of her, “Cow blood and pork tongue jelly.”

Y/N winced, poking at the large cube and gasping, “Oh my god, why is it so hard?”

“That’s what she said,” Harry chimed, making everyone laugh.

“We all know how you feel about my movie, Harry,” shot back, making everyone burst into laughter and Harry blush.

Harry hit his face for a second before James continued, snorting, and looking up at Y/N, “Y/N, you’ve been rumored to have very famous exes. Between Timothee Chalamet, Robert Pattinson, and Taylor Zakhar Perez, rank them from best to worst in bed,” Y/N’s mouth fell as the audience gasped and laughed.

“Pattinson’s gotta be the best, hasn’t he?” Harry assumed, making Y/N hide her face.

“Now, this is not to say that any of them are bad. Maybe they're in the top three,” James suggested, “But of the top three, who is the worst,” he laughed.

Y/N uncovered her face and looked between the two men, reaching for her fork and knife.

“Oh god,” Harry winced, as James shouted, “No! No!”

She dug her fork in and sliced a corner off, “I never kiss and tell,” placing her knife down and taking a deep breath before hurriedly putting it in her mouth. The texture was what she imagined dog food tasted like, and she gagged, grabbing her tin can and spitting it in before swishing her water around in her mouth and spitting that out, as well.

“That was disgusting,” Y/N blotted her mouth with the towel.

“I can’t believe you’ve done that,” James shook his head.

“And I’m not doing it again,” she took another sip of her drink, “Is it my turn now?”

“Yeah, Y/N, you go ahead and choose something for Harry to eat if he doesn’t answer the question.”

She spun until she landed on the 1,000 year old egg. James announced what it was as Harry nodded and said, “Alright”. Y/N picked her card, turned it around, and said, “Oh, no.”

“Oh, God, what is it?” Harry sat up straighter.

“Harry,” Y/N started, “You and Niall are the only remaining members of One Direction who are not parents. Rank the members of One Direction from worst to best parents.”

Without hesitation, Harry stabbed his fork into the egg and shoved it in his mouth. Everyone gasped and Y/N pulled away, covering her face with the card and using it as a sort-of shield. He made a show out of slowly chewing it, holding back a gag. He used his water to swallow it down and stuck his tongue out to show that he had finished it.

“No way,” Y/N shook her head, nose scrunched.

“You are insane,” James shook his head.

“Tastes exactly the way you think,” Harry took another sip of water. “Right, James. I’m going to choose for you…...the water scorpion.”

“The giant water scorpion. For reference, this is what he’s chosen for me,” James picked up the stiff, hard, black bug and showed the camera. “Go on, what’s your question.”

Harry cleared his throat, picked up a card, and chuckled, “James, I’ve been on your show for years, and even taken over for you twice. Who is your favorite member of One Direction.”

A smile slowly spread on James' face and he shook his head, staring off at the audience as they screamed and laughed. “I can’t choose that,” James breathed, turning to face him.

“Well, you have to, or else you’ll be eating a giant water scorpion.”

“Oh, come on, we all know it’s not Harry,” Y/N joked, earning an amused glare from Harry.

“Excuse me,” Harry said, “I happen to know, for a fact, that it is me. Go on, James. Tell ‘em.”

“You think it’s you, do ya?” James questioned, looking between them before finally picking up the water scorpion, “You keep thinking that,” he joked before taking a bite of its head and chewing. He laughed mid-chew, spit it out in his bucket, and took another sip of water.

“How dare you,” Harry joked, indignantly.

James laughed, turning the table, “Y/N, It’s my turn to ask you a question. But first, I’m going to give you the salmon smoothie.”

“Ugh,” Y/N sniffed it’s pungent aroma, sitting away from the glass of pink, chunky fish.

She looked up at James as he scanned the card and laughed, “Y/N, you were nominated for a lot of awards this year. Who has won against you that didn’t deserve to?”

“Oh noooo,” Y/N trailed, throwing her head back, causing James and Harry to laugh.

“No, come on, we were all shocked on at least one of those categories,” James offered. Y/N shook her head, taking hold of the glass.

“Chug, chug, chug!” Harry chanted, compelling the audience to join in.

“Fuck off,” Y/N mouthed to Harry, making him laugh as she took a swig of the monstrous drink.

The second it hit her tongue, she heaved, quickly grabbing the tin and spitting the contents in as James called the end of the game. She took several sips of water, gulping it down to alleviate the lingering taste in her mouth. They called for a wrap, and Harry immediately dug out a packet of gum from his pocket, offering one to each of them while more crew rushed up to them.

Y/N thanked him, shoving the wrapper in her suit pocket, and after they were briefed from the crew, they had about fifteen minutes to spare while they set up for Harry’s performance. People from each of their teams tried to talk to them, but Y/N had something else in mind.

“Follow me,” she told him, grabbing his arm and jogging through the halls backstage. He chuckled, confused, but intrigued, following closely behind her until they reached the door of her dressing room. “Give me your suit jacket.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised and mouth formed an ‘O’, realizing what she was doing. With a grin, he unbuttoned his suit and shrugged it off, carefully handing it over to her. She shot him a smile, which made him grow steadily more keen, watching as she slipped into the room and closed the door behind her, disappearing. He waited, leaning against the wall for what seemed like a little longer than necessary for switching jackets. When she emerged wearing his jacket, his smile widened.

“Looks better on you,” he smirked.

She smiled, passing him the clump of red fabric that was her top, “Let’s see if we can say the same about you.”

He slipped his arms through the sleeves of her jacket, and although there was plenty of room in the arms because of the flare, the chest and waist were a bit tight. He made sure not to tie the sash too tightly and straightened it out, “How do I look?”

She giggled, flattening the collar of the jacket and joking, “Beautiful.”

They made their way back towards the main area of the backstage, surrounded by their teams and crew, laughing about the jacket change and prepping Harry some more as he rummaged through a small travel-sized toiletry bag for the disposable toothbrushes and toothpaste, and the two of them brushed their teeth.

Eventually, Harry was ushered to another stage where he and a band were situated. Lights dimmed and shone strategically on him as he was announced and began to play. Y/N, never having been to a Harry Styles concert, and a fan of his music, watched from the side of the stage, arms crossed and leaning against a large black case of some sort. He looked over at her a couple of times, trying to hide a coy smile, he danced around the stage and used the sash on her jacket like a rope, swinging it around.

When he finally finished, she, along with the studio audience, clapped and cheered for him. He thanked them, clasping his hands and bowing a few times, humbly repeating, “Thank you,” while James announced it was a wrap. Y/N joined Harry on the stage where the two of them, along with James, greeted people in the audience, signing pictures, papers, and phone cases, just chatting with the fans and taking selfies with them.

James, Harry, Y/N, and their publicists spent about an hour and a half to two hours after the taping to sit down at a nearby restaurant for a bite to eat. They were seated at a private table, enjoying some more banter and fun. She had a feeling that Harry was flirting with her, or maybe she was just hoping he was. He started it off by sneakily stealing bits of fries off of her plate throughout the meal as he sat across from her, and she would reciprocate by ‘accidentally’ stepping on his toes under the table.

“Hope I didn’t scuff those Gucci loafers,” she winked, smirking.

As much as she didn’t want the night to end, there weren't many excuses she could make to prolong the conversation, and everyone else was very clearly tired aside from the two of them. Y/N stayed towards the back of the group as they made their way back outside, and Harry slowed his pace and hung back until he was walking side-by-side with Y/N.

“I guess I should give this back to you,” he slipped the jacket off of him as they exited through the back, letting the cool LA air swirl on their faces.

Everyone was giving hugs and saying their goodbyes. Y/N looked down at her jacket in his hand and she leaned in to kiss either side of his face, lingering a little longer than normal. When she pulled away she shook her head and lightly pushed the jacket back towards him, “No. Keep it. An excuse to see you again.” And as she began walking backward to join her group, she called out, “check the pockets.”

His toothy smile turned into a furrowed eyebrow. Confused, he dug his hand in either pocket of the jacket until he pulled out what looked to be the gum wrapper. But, upon closer inspection, he noticed a series of numbers written in black ink. Her phone number. He looked up just in time to see Y/N opening a car door.

“Call me!” she shouted, smirking, before getting in and closing the door.

Harry’s smile grew even more, clutching the red jacket tighter and slinging it over his shoulder, making sure to carefully store the gum wrapper in his wallet and watching as her car drove off down the street and out of view.

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goatskickin · 3 years ago

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The last time we were with the Springs-Eternals, spare Tempe grew up into a computer-obsessed kid, Genesis defrosted after being slighted by her own family and an alien (the alien redeemed himself!) and the family settled back into a bit of normalcy.

Gen hit a bump in her career path, but bounced back. The kids made friends with the neighbors, Mercy took care of everyone in her own caustic way, and Justice well, didn’t change at all.

“Okay dudes – here we are. Pitstop Radio.”

“It looks like a regular house.”

“It is a regular house Temps. The people who run the radio station live here too.”

“You know, I’m pretty grown up now. You didn’t have to come with us auntie Mercy.”

“Uh, I absolutely did noodle. You have never been anywhere but home or school. Heck, I’ve never been anywhere but home or school. It’s still a dangerous world.”

“Okayyyy just don’t embarrass me.”

“I’ll do my darnest, Faith.”

“You guys made it! Hi! Isn’t this house cool? They have a dart board! AND a hot tub.”

“We can’t go in the hot tub because we didn’t bring suits. And my mommy says it’s weird to show up with a suit. Or ask to swim in underwear.”

“Hi – Cheyenne, right? Nice to meet you in person.”

“Yes, thanks for coming! The Waters twins are already here. And that’s my little brother Benny over there.”

“Hi, my name is Bettina Waters. I’m going to be reading the Rose and Lemon Chia Seed Pudding recipe. What will you be reading?”

“Uh, the Hot Friend Chikn sliders recipe. I’m Benny. That’s my sister over there.”

“I don’t have a sister, but if I DID her name would be Tiffany. That’s my brother Wade. He’s my twin. I’m older though.”

“So, like, are we getting right to recording? We can go-“

“Relax. Me and Monty and Ajay figured that this is like the closest thing that these kids are going to get to a field trip like, ever. I know I didn’t get to do that when I was in school.

So, we are keeping the schedule kind of free-form; I’m letting the kids look around and investigate the house before we get started.”

“Well, okay! Sure! No structure, ah, little structure – it’s good for them, right?”

“…pro soccer player, or a doctor but also a mommy. What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“…uhhh…”

“Wow, they really do have a hot tub up here! I have never seen so much water in one spot!”

“…But you came home around three, yes you did If six of y'all went out, ah Then four of you were really cheap, yeah Cause only two of you had dinner I found your credit card receipt-“

“Uh, hey, uh, little girl, I don’t mind if you sing back-up, but why are you facing the wall?”

“I’m a BACKUP singer, you gotta face the BACK!”

“Um, no, sorry that’s not what that mean-“

“FAITH OOH! Hey! You gotta check out this hot tub!”

“Okay, Faith, you don’t have to face the back-“

“It's not RIGHT But it's OKAY I'm gonna make it anyWAYYYYYY Pack your bags up and LEAVE-“

“Inviting the kids over was my idea. Not only because Chef Patrick’s recipe book readings have been so popular. They have! But I think it’s good for Ajay and Monty to have some youthful energy around this place. Since getting older, they just sort of slog around here. I thought it would perk them up a bit.”

“That’s nice of you. My brother will be getting older soon. I’m worried about him. I grew with my parents being older…the decline is pretty significant.”

“I feel that. My stepmom isn’t my favorite person in the world to be honest, but I’m glad that my dad has someone looking after him. I did feel a bit guilty, leaving home, leaving him and Benny…. but we all have to move on and live adult lives. Right?”

“Yeah…

…this place is great! You three have the house all to yourselves?”

“Oh, yeah! Let me show you the patio.”

“Mr. Ajay! Sir! Mister! Someone clogged your toilet promiseitwasn’tmejustlettingyouknow!”

“…hey Bettina.”

“Hey weirdo. Where’s Faith?”

“Pack your bags up and LEAVE Don't you dare come running back to meEEEEEEE”

“…water came right to the edge of the door! Thank goodness there were guest towels. So, after I cleaned myself up, I went right back to the party. And no one knew!”

“HAHAHA! That’s FUNNY! Do you know any other stories about toilets?”

“Does this box know any other Whitney Houston songs?”

“Probably, I can check. Move aside please.”

“I want to do this for the rest of my life Mr. Monty. That’s a job, right? Where you just get to sing? And be on stage?”

“Well yeah, that’s how Ms. Houston got famous. You want to be famous kid?”

“YEAH! That’s what I wanna do.”

“Temps, be gentle with the darts dude, this isn’t our house. We have to treat things nicely here.”

“Oh, it’s fine, honestly. The guys said that the parties they used to throw here before the fall – I’m surprised the whole foundation didn’t crack in half. They used to get pretty wild!”

“Oh shoot, you’ve got dad’s recipes all categorized? And all of the little notes are included?”

“Of course! You can even search by date, ingredient, and occasion.”

“Occasion?”

“Yeah!”

“Wade, you’ve got to come sing a duet with me! How about You’re The One That I Want?”

“Uhh, I don’t know, I don’t think I know that one…how about Don’t You Want Me?”

“Oh, that’s way better! More suited to your range. Come on, come on! Let’s go!”

“…my range?”

“Hahahaha, Temps, where did you learn about something like that, huh?”

“…what? No, it’s called a perpetual motion device. It’s something that only exists in like, theory, imagination.”

“So, you made it up?”

“No! It’s just an idea, but I didn’t make it up. You see, this kind of device can’t actually exist because of the first and second laws of thermodynamics…”

“Hey! So did you mean the front porch, my bad. What’s up?”

“Hey, listen…I know we don’t know each other well, but I just wanted to say, um –“

“Oh, hey! Oh, wow, I uh –“

“It’s okay! I’m kind of a straight-forward person, just letting you know that. Didn’t mean to freak you out.

Your niece and nephew are great kids. Really. Benji’s told me how much you’ve been there for them, and I just wanted to say, I think that’s admirable. You’re admirable.”

“Wow, uh, thanks! I don’t really get a lot of appreciation for you know, basically raising them. They’re kids, so you know, annoying sometimes, but they are good kids.”

“I can see that! I think that’s cool.

Listen, uh, when you’re not busy with that, do you want to hang out sometime? You know, small town, I don’t get to meet a lot of people. I don’t really have big social circle, you know? I live at work, and I live with 2 old men who just fart around, get stoned and don’t pick up their socks.”

“God, ha, is that what I have to look forward to with Justice? Ha!”

“But yeah, sure! It would be cool to hang out. Maybe once the kids are older. I don’t have a lot of friends myself.”

“Bettina a plane could fly better!”

“Your mom could fly better!”

“She could! She met aliens! I bet they told her how!!!”

“Hey, what did you say about my mom?”

“Ew, I was joking, gosh Faith! Chill out!”

“Good, because I don’t want anyone saying anything bad about my mom. Even if she did get upducted by aliens.”

“Hey Benny, you wanna hear a secret?”

“No thanks. I think I gotta do my recording now. Bye.”

“That’s a pretty funny joke kid! Where’d you hear that one?”

“I made it up?”

“Ha! Well, when you get older, ask Ms. Cheyenne if you can be our morning host.”

“Uh, okay cool.”

“Faith, Tempe! We gotta go home now!”

“Wait wait! We are playing rock paper scissors to see who sits in the front seat of the car!”

“What? Neither of you, you’re not big enough!”

“Aunt Mercy, come onnnnnnnnn!”

~~~

“Again, the question is: what is Chef Patrick’s secret ingredient to balance homemade vegetable stock?”

“Can I turn that off Joey?”

“Granny Smith apples.”

“What? What’d you say?”

“Granny Smith apples. Bet you $10 that’s the secret ingredient in his vegetable stock.”

“What?”

“…and the answer is…Granny smith apples! 2 apples for a quart of stock. Patrick says that they add a sweetness and tartness that is sometimes needed in vegetable stock. Thanks for playing all! Up next is…”

“How the fuck did you know that?”

“My great grandpa Patrizio was a chef. Pay attention Caden. I’ve told you that before.”

“So, what’s this information you have for me?”

“Benji, probably with help, removed an alien robot from Pitstop Valley.”

“Huh.”

“Really. An ‘alien robot’ huh? Did you see this thing?”

“No. But I have a reliable source. They told me that Benji was contacted directly to remove it from Pitstop Valley. It was thought that you’d, I don’t know, do something with it if you knew about it.”

“Hm.”

“I wouldn’t call Candice Navajo’s various fuckholes a 'source', but okay, go on. Someone called Benji, and…?”

“Justice Springs-Eternal and some other guy went to Benji’s and were like, ‘There’s this robot alien thing that fell out of the sky and we want it gone ASAP before Joey finds out.’ Candice said that they said that because you don’t like dogs, that you probably wouldn’t like aliens. That’s what she overheard.”

“What kind of dumbshit logic is that?”

“If the robot shit-thing was a filthy dog, yeah, I’d terminate it. But I don’t really give a shit about aliens. It wasn’t one of those pollinating Sixam fuckers, right?”

“Nope. Robot. Maybe it looked like a washing machine for all we know. No one knows now.”

“But Benji knows where it went.”

“Can’t have his ass taking on little side projects.”

“Little dumbshit fucker. He should try getting his dick sucked once in a while…

I’m too old to put up with idiots who can’t fucking do as they’re told.”

“I don’t give a fuck about alien robot shits! Now I have to punish him for being fucking stupid! God!”

“Speaking of getting older…what are you going to do when you become an elder? You know, with the way people get?”

“Well, I’ve been taking these fish oil pills that Ada gives me, says they are good for memory. They taste like shit and they aren’t doing shit, but it shuts her up.”

“Honestly, I was thinking I’d go out in a blaze of glory before I even got old enough to get ‘old’. Fuck…where did the time go.”

“Anyway – business. How’s the farm? Any changes I gotta know about?”

“Production’s down a bit. We need a few more workers to keep up the numbers. Aiyana and her crew are still on body removal. Product’s consistent overall.”

“Huh.”

“Okay. Ajay and Monty are getting up in years, right? And that little bitch they have running the station is doing both their jobs fine.”

“Have Kestrel and Loren go over to the station and grab them. Nighttime if you can.

I don’t want a lot of fuss.”

“But…they’ve been loyal to us…you just wanna toss them on the farm?”

“You got a fuckin’ problem with that? You said we need bodies, so I’m giving you bodies.”

I’m getting a drink. Come find me when you need me. Don’t ask me any stupid questions.”

~~~

Faith and Justice’s birthdays are coming up.

Tempe’s got a good long stretch of childhood in front of him, however.

“Haha! I’m a snowangel! A snowperson! A Snerson!”

Faith takes her upcoming birthday pretty seriously.

“I hope I will be beautiful and smart like you mommy. Not only so I can be upducted, but so that I can be famous too! Famous people are always beautiful.”

“That’s nice dear. Now, how do we say ‘famous’ in Sixam?”

“MOMMMMMMMMMMM!”

“Now that you’re getting older, you’ve got to start thinking about college Faith. Not only what you’d like to major in, but the scholarships you can get! At work, me and my team have been arranging for all kinds of financial aid, so that children from Pitstop Valley, and all of the other adjoining cities can go to Brainia U.”

“Yeah Temps, girls go to college to get more knowledge. You can’t go because boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider.”

“Now Faith, I know that’s just a childish jab, but actually Jupiter, millions of years ago, could support life, if the life there was composed of-“

“Mom GOSH you are no fun!”

“Tempe, no computer.”

“Awwww, Daaaaad-“

“No computer. Go finish your homework.”

“But it’s borrrring doing homework.”

“Tempe, no telescope.”

“AWWWW! Why! Why can’t I do anything fun!”

“Tempe, no. I’m little orphan Annie, and you’re my dog Sandy. Get on the ground.”

“What! No way!”

“I’m Daddy Warbucks, and you’re Miss Hannigan, the awful old witch!”

“Yeah, well when you’re pointing a finger at me, that’s three fingers pointing. Back. At. You!”

“Ah, Miss Hannigan! How did you know that silver bullets were my weakness!”

“That’s because my spidey-sense told me that you are in fact, A WEREWOLF! PEW-PEW!”

HCU-70’s gift, which Genesis has nicknamed the Thinking Cap, has helped her skill rapidly. Soon, she’ll be at the top of the Education career track, and college will be a thing of reality again.

Some people are a little jealous of those who will be able to get a higher education…

“Damnit, Tempe! What did I tell you! Stop messing with the computer! All of my writings are on this!”

Justice may just follow his dad’s footsteps soon as an elder; hogging the computer all day and refusing to eat.

“Big day Justice! How ya feelin?”

“I’d feel better if you could have dressed for the occasion Mercy.”

“Piss off.”

“Mercy! The language?!”

“Woohoo! Yay Dad! Piss off! Time to piss!”

“YAY DAD! BE OLDER ALREADY SO I CAN HAVE CAKE!”

There’s one unexpected guest to this birthday party – Hope. Crying?

No one seems to notice the ghost of Grandma Hope, as the birthday person takes center stage.

…. except that Grandma Hope will not go unignored, and scares Faith right during Justice’s elder transition!

“Buwah! Grandma HOPE?!”

“SURPRISE granddaughter!”

“Oh! OH! Did anyone just see that?!”

“What, that dad is old as beans now? Yeah, we are all right here Faith.”

“No one saw that?!”

“Saw what Faith? Come on now, let’s have cake.”

“Mercy, what?”

“Your hair didn’t change…but your eyebrows are weird now. They are grey…and your hair isn’t.”

“What?! My what?!”

“Tempe, no computer right now, you gotta come watch me grow up too.”

“Aw, didn’t you do that already?”

It’s understandable why Tempe got distracted and wandered to the computer – this family has a lot going on.

“Everyone, look! It’s my turn!”

Faith grows up!

“You look quite a bit like your father Faith!”

~~~

And that’s all we have for now!

Will Mercy and Cheyenne’s friendship blossom (or turn into something more?). What mysteries will Genesis unlock with her new gift, and the knowledge that HCU-70 is alive and well? What is in store for teenaged Faith and elder Justice? Will Tempe leave the computer alone for a moment?

Until next time, Carry On, Woman!

#apocalypse challenge #apocalypse C.O.W.#sims 2 story

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tommydarlings · 4 years ago

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When i was your girl

pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

warnings: suicide, character death, sad and just heartbreaking

w/c: 1.4k

Requests: OPEN

Summary: After y/n´s heartbreaking Music Video, Tom decides to fix it all because it isn´t to late, right?

that is the part 2 of “Grenade” :)

Music Video -> tap here

masterlist

"You have to find her and talk to her Thomas" Nikki said in a quiet voice to her son. "What if she doesn't let me talk to her?" he replied. "She will," said Dominic, who was sitting on the couch next to Tom and Nikki. "You can't push her away forever for a mistake you made!" Harry shouted. Harry was the most aggressive in the whole thing... but he also had a good reason for it. You were his only friend he had trusted with his life, and that's exactly what he lost because of his brother. When he first heard the news, he wanted to kill Tom, but he held back because he knew that's not something you'd want.

The TV ran in the background when the whole Holland family was still trying to make Tom realize that he needs to talk to her urgently, otherwise he will never get you back.

"And if she rejects you... You tried it, okay?" said Sam to his older brother who was just in deep thoughts,

What if it's too late and she has a new one? What if she doesn't even want to see me anymore? Where the hell is she anyway? What is when-

Tom's thoughts were interrupted by the TV.

--- REGISTRATION ---

Everyone watched TV. A reporter with a sad look came into the picture. Everyone looked at the TV with a confused look until the reporter finally spoke after taking a deep breath,

"Uhhh, okay... I'm very sorry, dear viewers, to tell you that... the famous singer y/n y/l/n was found dead at a train station in New York, USA, this afternoon. "

Everyone in the house was speechless until Harry shouted, "NOOOOO, THIS IS FAKE, TELL ME THIS IS FAKE!" Tom started crying like a waterfall. "Mum, please say that's fake," Paddy said with tears in his eyes. "I'm s-sorry guys, but I b-believe it's true," Nikki replied with a stuttering voice and tears ran down her cheeks.

Behind the Reporter was a monitor showing a picture of you and Tom. In the picture you and Tom kissed in the middle of the stressful streets of London. One of Tom's favorite pictures.

"About half a year ago, y/n had caught her past boyfriend Tom Holland, also known as Spiderman in the MCU, cheating on her. The police are not sure if it was suicide or if it was an accident, they are trying to discover it. When it was suicide, do you think she did it because of Tom? "said the reporter.

Tom suddenly felt guilty. He never thought you'd do anything like that in life, but maybe he was just too busy giving another woman pleasure behind your back...

"Okay, new news!" said the reporter, which brought everyone back to the TV in the room. "They actually found live footage where the police officers investigating at the station... I'm very sorry to tell you that now but... It was pure suicide.

Everyone´s heart broke into a thousand pieces. Nobody could believe what they just heard...

"Next to the dead body we found some things from y/n. First, the police could find a polaroid photo of y/n and tom and next to it was a small note on "Love can kill you" was written on it. " Explained the reporter.

"Oh my God," Nikki whispered quietly, but everyone heard it.

"The officers were also able to find her cell phone next to the glides on which they found y/n." On the monitor has now been displayed a picture of her phone, the note and the polaroid image. "A record recording with the title " When i was your girl " was also found on the phone. Maybe it's a new song she wanted to release? "

It was already quite late and everyone was already exhausted, so, everyone made their way to bed after they had wiped away their tears.

The next morning, Tom got a call from an unknown number. He sat down on the couch in the living room where his family was and took the call. "Hello, Tom Holland here." He said into the phone.

"Hello, Officer Walker speaks here, Could you come to the police station in London?" Tom explained to his parents where he had to go and after he got dressed he went there.

Once there, Tom got your phone and a date was set for your funeral. Tom thanked him for getting the phone and before Tom left, the officer said something else,

"She trusted you, and only you... The last wish was to play her record recording 'When i was your girl' to you... Maybe you play it at her funeral? "said the officer to Tom who got tears in his eyes again.

"Okay, I'll do, thank you," Tom replied. He drove home and told his family everything. "Should we play it at her funeral?" Dominic sighed.

"I'd like to do it... If that was her wish... "Tom said with a calm and fragile voice. Everyone agreed and tried to process it all.

The day of the funeral came and the Hollands and friends & family of you were at your funeral. After everyone wiped their tears and the pastor had finished his speech, it was Tom's turn,

"Okay, uhh... I think everybody knows what I did to y/n and uh... I know it won't help, but I apologize for what I did and I hope you can all forgive me. I loved her and still love her and I will never forget what a disgusting and arrogant person I was the day I cheated on her... She recorded one more song before she died. I've never heard the song before, but it was her last wish... The title is' When i was your girl '. Let's start it please."

Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now,

Our Song on the Radio but it don´t sound the same,

When our friends talk about you all it does is just tear me down,

Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name,

It all just sounds like, oooooh…

Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize,

That I should have bought you flowers,

And held your Hand,

Should´ve gave you all my hours,

When I had the chance,

Take you to every Party,

Cause all you wanted to do was dance,

Tom loved to dance, and you liked it too. But now Tom has to dance alone without her in his arms...

Now my baby´s dancing,

But he´s dancing with another girl.

"I would never dance with another girl except you darling" Tom whispered to himself as the tears started to spill.

Your pride, your ego, your needs and your selfish ways,

Caused a women that I thought you love walk out of your life,

Now you never, never get to clean up the mess you made, ohhh

And it haunts me everytime I close my eyes,

It all just sounds like ooooooh,

Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize,

That I should have bought you flowers,

And held your Hand,

Should´ve gave you all my hours,

When I had the chance,

Take you to every Party,

Cause all you wanted to do was dance,

Now my baby´s dancing,

But he´s dancing with another girl,

Everyone was dissolved in tears and just wanted you back. But that was unfortunately no longer possible.

Although it hurts,

I´ll be the first to say that i was wrong,

Oh, I know you really much too late,

To try and apologize for your mistakes,

But I just want you to know,

"So she knew exactly when she was going to kill herself... She planned everything and wrote this song as a Goodbye message." whispered Tom to himself, but his family heard and started to cry even harder.

I hope she buys you flowers,

I hope she holds your Hand,

Give you all her hours,

When she has the chance,

Take you to every Party,

Cause I remember how much you loved to dance,

Do all the things I should have done,

When I was your girl,

Do all the things I should have done,

When I was your girl.

Tom took y/n's phone back in his hand to close the recording, but it wasn't over.

"Turn it off Thomas," Nikki said with a devastated voice.

"But it is not over yet- ,

Before Tom could finish his sentence, your voice came trough the speakers.

„Hello!“ Everyone held their breath before you talked. You let out a tiny laugh before you spoke,

"I told you Tommy,

I jump infront of a train for you.“

a/n: That was the second Part aka. final part! Hope you like this video! Music Video is linked on the Top! Maybe listen to it while reading! :) You can message me Songs Requests in my askbox too! :) ily, liz <3

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tomholland x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #couple fanfic #death #crying #tom holland sad #heartbreaking #no fluff #im in tears #part 2 #dramatic

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aremiies · 4 years ago

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DRUMMER BOY.

pairings: drummer!bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: a bit of swearing, fluff and bad writing, band!au

prompt(s): it’s a song prompt (v cheesy ik) the song is misery business by paramore.

part two.

not my gif !

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“guys!” yelled a certain pink haired girl, as she chaotically ran into the stores back room to alert her friends of the newly aquired news she may or may not have learned two minutes prior. her friends, all on their lunch break, stopped what they were doing to look up to the girl who was practically jumping out of her skin.

“are you okay, mina? is there a reason you almost broke a rib trying to get through the door frame?” jirou raised a brow, looking up from her phone to entertain mina’s obvious excitement. mina squealed, trying to somewhat contain herself.

“can you get to the point already, dumbass?!” bakugou growled.

“yeah, mina,” kirishima added, “what’s got you so jumpy?”

mina sighed, somewhat dramatically, before she (finally) told her friends what she was so happy about, “so, guys, remember how we wanted to play a show at that lounge a couple blocks over?” her friends nodded before she continued, “they finally called back! the manager said it’s a yes!”

“no way.” jirou stood up.

“that’s great!” kaminari spoke up.

“yeah, no kidding! they approved of the songs?” kirishima inquired.

mina nodded, “yeah! i sent them them the lyrics to a couple of our songs, and they said that they didn’t mind which ones we played, but they’d really like if we played misery business. they’re even gonna pay us!”

“wait... isn’t that the song that you and jirou couldn’t get the vocals right to?” kaminari puzzled.

it went quiet for a second before bakugou groaned, “oh look, the pink freak didn’t think before she acted! what a surprise.”

“hey! don’t blame me i th-“

mina was cut off by bakugou’s thunderous yelling, “don’t blame you?! who else are we gonna blame?! you’re the one who sent in the request form!”

“guys, calm down,” kirishima laughed nervously, “i’m sure it’ll be fine. we could just change the chords of the song to compliment jirou’s vocal range.”

kaminari cut in, “or... no offense, maybe we could find somebody else with that vocal range to sing it for her. jirou already plays bass— oh! what about sero? we could ask him if he could-“

“no, dumbass, sero said he didn’t wanna be apart of the band anymore, remember?” bakugou grumbled.

before the group could think of anymore solutions, the bell on the front counter rang, followed by a voice calling out a to someone who could potentially help them checkout, “um... hello? is anyone back there?”

jirou sighed as she got up from the black leather couch that complimented the break room, “i’ll go help them. break is over anyways.” as jirou emerged from the back room, her eyes widened slightly as she spotted you holding a red, six stringed electric bass guitar. well, five strings actually, since it seemed that there was one missing.

“hi! sorry to keep you waiting, how can i help you today?” jirou smiled, walking behind the counter and taking in your features. you seemed like a shy type of girl... even if you weren’t, just by looking at you, she wouldn’t have suspected that you played electric guitar. your eyes looked so soft and your hands so delicate as they wrapped around the neck of the guitar. your clothes as well. as much as she didn’t want to stereotype, the clothes that adorned your body didn’t give in to the ‘edgy guitarist’ aesthetic that the guitar itself did. besides all that, she couldn’t help but to feel you looked oddly familiar.

“yeah actually, haha. i saw on the sign outside that you guys do string repairs? my ‘a’ string snapped a couple days ago..” you explained to the raven haired girl behind the counter.

jirou nodded, “yeah, of course! we’re actually having a sale right now, so if you’d like to get all you string replaced, it’d only cost $10.”

“oh? hell yeah, thanks. i’ve never taken myself to get my strings repaired, though... does it take long? should i leave and come back?” you trailed off.

she shook her head, “nah, all these should only take about ten minutes max.”

—

“so, what’s your name?” jirou made easy conversation as she began repairing your strings.

“i’m y/n, nice to meet you... jirou?” you read her name tag.

she let out a small chuckle and nodded, “you as well. so, you in a band or something?”

“oh! no, i’ve thought about starting one before, but i don’t really have anyone to do so with. i write songs and play them on haru.” you explained.

“haru?”

“yeah, that’s her name.”

jirou chuckled once more, “you named your bass?”

“uh— duh.” you playfully rolled your eyes before another figure stepped from the back room, catching your attention.

“oh.” muttered the blonde.

jirou turned to look behind her, “oh, hey bakugou. is there anything you needed?”

the boy ignored her and walked towards the counter, “you play bass?” he asked you. crimson eyes boring into your y/e/c ones.

“y-yes. not a lot... just here and there when i think it’ll compliment one of my songs.” you verified.

“you write songs?” bakugou questioned.

“only when i’m bored-“

“what kind of songs are th-“

“katsuki! stop questioning her, this isn’t a police interrogation!” jirou interjected.

“what! don’t we need another person to sing that song? i’m trying to look for options.” he shrugged.

you furrowed your brows, “you guys are a band?”

“yeah, there’s more of us. they’re in the break room though.” jirou shared. “it’s just... okay, we have this ‘gig’ soon, and one of our members entered us in under a song that we can’t seem to get right. and it’s just our luck that, that’s the song the managers would likes us to sing especially.”

you tilted your head leaning on the counter as she spoke. as you did so, bakugou studied your features— just as jirou had done minutes before. he found you interesting. just as jirou had thought, he also didn’t see you as the type to play the electric guitar out of all the different types available.

“you don’t look like the type to play.” he blurted out.

“katsuki-!” jirou sighed.

“what?! she doesn’t. she’s so... average looking.” he reckoned.

your face dropped immediately and you turned to look at him, “excuse me? what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it’s not a bad thing,” he began, “i’m just saying that you don’t look like the other people who come in her with these types of guitars.”

you subtly rolled your eyes before looking back to jirou, “so, what lounge are you supposed to be playing at?”

“the one a few blocks from here. it’s called ‘rolling red’ i believe.” she replied.

“oh! i’ve played there before!”

the two employees looked at you with furrowed brows, “you have?!”

the sudden realization crashed on top of jirou as soon as the words left her mouth, “that’s where i know you from! i’ve seen you play before! you played that cover of frances forever by mitski! i loved it, i thought about it for days after!”

you looked down at your feet as you felt your cheeks heat up, “th-thank you. i didn’t think it was that good..”

“well it was-! dude, you should totally sing for our band when we play our gig!” the usually laid back girl was brimming with happiness at the thought of finding their replacement singer on such short notice.

“i-i don’t know-“

before you could finish, you felt someone wrap their arms around your shoulders, “oh come on! you’d be great! your voice would sound great with the songs we have picked out!” you spot the pink toned arms around you and turn around.

“where did she come from?” you mumbled.

“so, what do you say? it’ll only be a one time thing.” jirou smiled hopefully.

you sighed and looked at the (now three) employees in front of you, “okay— w-wait. when is the gig anyways?”

“two weeks away.” the pink girl giggled.

“well... i guess it wouldn’t hurt.” you shrugged.

“really?! thank you!” mina engulfed you in a hug.

“yeah, don’t mention it.” you smiled.

jirou grinned and handed you your guitar, “meet us back here tomorrow. we can start our first official practice.”

you nodded, grabbing your wallet beginning to pay for the string repair before a hand fell over yours, “don’t bother. you agreeing to do this for us is payment enough... i- i guess.” bakugou hesitantly ensured.

you thanked the employees before exiting the store with a grin adorning your face. you barely knew these people, but you couldn’t help but to be the least bit excited.

—

“so, do you get it?” mina asked as she helped you understand the chords to the song.

you tilted your head in slight confusion, “uh... i think so? i’ve just never played so... aggressively? no offense.”

it was the next day and you were currently in one of the practice rooms in the back of the music store. you’d formally met everyone and it seemed that the rest of the band were cool with having you as their replacement singer. kirishima and kaminari thought you were pretty nice. bakugou said you were “pretty cool... i guess.”, but it was obvious that jirou and mina adored you the most. you weren’t too shy, you just weren’t rowdy. you weren’t too quiet, you just only spoke when spoken to out of fear of being too a annoying for the band.

“okay, let’s try again then?” jirou smiled and you nodded, placing your fingers on the strings and praying you didn’t mess up again. though it was your first time hearing the song and learning the chords, you were doing fairly well. you knew the chords and how to play them, it was just the aggressiveness in which you were supposed to play that you were screwing up on.

you sighed as you heard bakugou give the infamous drummer count off, and began to play. you weren’t using a pick, so you felt the tips of your thumb and index began to beat up as you strummed the strings quickly and found the tempo. you counted the amount of times you’d screw up by the end. the total being only seven. not bad for a four minute song.

“that wasn’t bad, y/n!” you heard kaminari compliment you.

“yeah, you did a lot better this time! it’s like you’ve already memorized everything and we’ve only been practicing for about three hours.” mina added.

you smiled at the two, “thanks, guys. really. i tried to relax more this time, so i only messed up... seven times. i think.”

“you counted?” jirou asked as she took a sip of her water.

“yeah, the last time we did it, i messed up nine times, but i found out what it was i was doing wrong and fixed it, now i only have seven more errors to correct.” you explained.

“well look at you go! at this rate, we’ll be practicing with the lyrics by this evening.” mina praised.

unlike the other four, bakugou didn’t say anything about how well you were doing. he couldn’t really bring himself to say anything to you. it wasn’t like he was embarrassed or anything; more like he was nervous to. the whole time you’d all been practicing he’d been watching your facial expressions change as you played he chords on your guitar. he could tell that you were feeling it, and that made him feel something.

—

“i’m in the business of misery, let’s take it from the top. she’s got a body like an hourglass, it’s ticking like a clock.” you mumbled the lyrics to the song as you shadow played the chords. you were liking the song so far. it wasn’t something you usually played and you liked that. you sat in the corner of the practice room as everyone took their break. either going to use the bathroom or just walking around the shop to stretch their legs. you decided on staying back and practicing the lyrics on your own before you did in front of everyone else. the thought of embarrassing yourself loomed in the back of your mind and you were absolutely terrified of it. you didn’t care if it was a rehearsal or not. embarrassing yourself was, simply, not an option.

“you sound nice.” and deeper voice spoke.

startled, you looked up from the notepad of lyrics in front of you and up to the door where, there stood bakugou; hands shoved in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.

“o-oh. thank you...” you muttered.

“i think i know where you keep messing up at on the chords.” he quipped.

“you do? but how? you play drums.”

he scoffed light heartedly, “just because i play drums doesn’t mean i’m oblivious to the workings and notes of other instruments.”

“oh...” you voiced, looking at the floor below you.

“here, let me see it.”

“see what?”

“your guitar, dumbass. i’m going to help you.”

you handed the boy your guitar and followed his figure with your eyes as he sat down next to you.

“after the third eight-count, your finger placement is off. i can hear it.” he stated as he began placing his finger on the strings.

“oh no... it was that obvious?” you whined burying your face in your hands. so much for embarrassment not being an option.

“stop whining, dumbass. it’s not that bad, but you can still tell that there’s something off.” he expressed, “now look, you have the right idea. but the wrong action. it��s not much, just move your finger up the neck a bit more.” bakugou strummed the note and looked back up at you, “like that. now you try.” he instructed handing you the guitar.

“okay...” copying the boys previous actions, you place your fingers on the strings. sliding your middle finger up the neck a bit, just as he’d instructed. you stunned the note and looked at him for approval.

“perf— good.” bakugou complimented hesitantly.

“mhm... thank you.” you have him a slight smile.

he nodded as he got up and headed towards the door, “if you want... i can start helping you with things like this privately. like... like we did just now. if you want, though. i don’t really care. just a suggestion.”

you nodded vigorously, “yes please. i like the way you teach.”

“o-oh... okay... well just give me your number and i can text you when we leave. or we can stay after.” bakugou suggested. the crimson eyed boy was slightly taken aback. he didn’t really expect you to say yes to him “tutoring” you. not like he was complaining though, he actually may or may not have enjoyed your company.

“can we stay after?” you asked.

he shrugged, “if that’s what you’d like.”

—

“bye guys! bakugou, remember to lock up.” kirishima waved as he and the rest of the group made their separate ways home. as for you and bakugou? you two had some after hours lessons to attend to.

the two of you made your ways back to the practice rooms.

upon entering, bakugou closed the door and turned to you, “do you want to start where we left off?”

you nodded, “yeah. after the third eight-count.”

bakugou sat down in the corner from earlier and patted the spot next to him, signaling for you to sit next to him. you complied and sat next to the blonde handing him your guitar.

“the part after the one we practiced earlier... the part where theres singing and then there’s just instrumental? can we work on that part?” you pleaded.

bakugou felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at you so find your eyes staring back into his. there was something about your eyes that made him feel warm. the feeling that your gaze gave him made him feel safe, “y- sure. okay it for me and we can start from there.”

—

it was about 8pm when the two of you decided that you’d practiced enough for the day. you helped him clean up around she shop before locking up and walking you home.

“you don’t have to, you know.” you expressed to him.

“it’s the right thing to do. i’m not just gonna let you walk home alone in the dark, dumbass.” he replied looking straight ahead.

it was quiet after that, until you walked past a convenience store, “i’m gonna go in to get something. i haven’t eaten since breakfast and i’m starving.” you let out a breathy laugh as you turned to walk in.

“eh?! dumbass, you need to eat properly. come on, i’ll but you some dinner. you don’t need to eat from a convenience store.” bakugou reprimanded. “follow me.” the two of you took a detour to a restaurant not too far away from where you guys were currently at.

“you don’t have to do this. i’m fine with getting something quick and cheap—“

“no,” he cut you off, “you need to eat properly. we won’t be long.”

—

onigiri in hand, the two of you continued your walk home in a comfortable silence as the two of you ate.

“thank you,” you said looking up at him.

bakugou glanced down at you before looking back up, “yeah, no problem.”

“we can stop here, my house is only around the corner. i’ll be fine on my own for now.”

bakugou nodded slightly, “yeah uh... sure. make sure to come to the shop tomorrow.”

you looked at the blonde in slight confusion, “huh? it’s closed tomorrow, is it not?”

“yeah,” he began, “but we still have to work through some of your screw ups. meet me there no later than noon.” he stated before walking away.

you silently agreed before turning away and walking the remainder of the way to your house alone.

—

“y/n, it’s been a bit more than a week since we’ve started these practices and you still don’t have that note down!” bakugou snapped. you two had been practcing with each other for a bit of a while now, and during that time you’ve gotten a bit more comfortable with each other.

“you idiot, i’m trying! you have to understand that i’m not used to singing notes on that octave.” you said rubbing your temples.

“okay, we’ll get used to it! you have two more days to get it right.” katsuki grumbled. “if you don’t, you’re going to embarrass yourself, dumbass.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, though, he was right. the note you were trying to hit wasn’t that hard. you could do it— you knew you could.

“you guys alright in here?”

you looked up to find mina at the door, peaking her head in from the outside.

“what the hell? i thought your alien ass went home.” bakugou stated.

“i could say the same about you guys. i went home and realized i forgot my charger, but you both should go home. it’s nearly ten pm. get some rest.” mina noted.

“ten pm?!” you exclaimed, quickly jumping up.

“holy shit!” bakugou chimed in grabbing his things.

the two of you exited the practice rooms and made your way to the front of the store. as you began to exit, the boy was quick to stop you, “h-hey—! don’t be so quick to leave. i still have to walk you home, y’know.”

you let go of the door and looked back at the male, “well come on then.”

the two of you waved goodbye to mina before taking the oath to your house. upon arriving, you felt bakugou’s hand ok your shoulder, “we won’t be able to practice tomorrow, we all have things to do, so make sure you work on that note, dumbass. we don’t need you screwing up.”

you nodded before walking to your door, “goodnight, bakugou.”

—

the day of the gig was finally here and though you told katsuki that’s you’d practice, you never did. that being said, you still hadn’t attempted to hit that high note. it was too late, though. you were now sitting backstage waiting for your guys’ turn.

“i’m nervous..” mina admitted as she paced back and forth.

“why?” jirou raised a brow in confusion, “we’ve practiced a lot these past few days. we’ve got this in the bag. if y/n worked out the thing with her high note, we shouldn’t be worried about anything. let’s just pretend this is another rehearsal.” the girl smiled.

the mentioning of your high high note mad your stomach churn. you hadn’t told them you didn’t practice in fear of coming off as irresponsible.

“yeah, we’ve been sounding really good! we got this, guys. besides, we’re up next so you’d probably want to try and calm down.” kaminari tried to somewhat comfort the pink skinned girl.

meanwhile, you were chewing your nails down to the cuticle. all of your practicing had led up to this moment and bakugou could tell you were nervous. he watched as your leg bounced up and down and you spit out the pieces of nail you’d bite off.

“hey, dumba— er... y/n,” bakugou prattled, walking over to and placing a hand on your shoulder, “calm down, yeah? you’re gonna do fine. i-... i believe in your dumbass... i-i guess.” he trailed off.

your soft eyes looked into his narrowed ones, your face softening at his comforting (?) words. you nodded, and as if on cue, the six of you were called onto stage.

—

this was it. this was what you’d practiced for. you looked out into the ‘crowd’; there were a lot of people for this just being a bar and lounge. maybe because it was a saturday? or, maybe you were just seeing blurry. whatever it was, you didn’t have time to worry about it as the sound of bakugou’s infamous drummer count off filled your ears.

you took a deep breath, one last chance to calm your nerves before you started to strum the notes on your guitar.

you counted off the final eighth of the instrumental and began to sing, “i’m in the business of misery, let’s take it from the top. she’s got a body like an hour glass it’s tickin like clock. it’s a matter of time before we all run out, when i thought he was mine, she grabbed him by the mouth,”

you have a jirou a look out the corner of your eye and was met with her approving, close-lipped smile. looking over to mina, you were meg with the same smile, only wider and toothier.

you took that as a sign and pulled yourself together, hands still sweaty from your nerves being a wreck, “i waited eight long months, she finally set him free. i told him i can’t lie, he was the only one for me. two weeks and we had caught on fire, she’s got it out for me, but i wear the biggest smile,”

so far, so good. you hadn’t had a voice crack (yet), and as the song went on you could feel your anxiety washing away. the song continued and it seemed the crowd was enjoying it quite a lot. you liked seeing the smiles on their faces, it made you happy. though, your smile quickly faded when you realized what part was coming. the part you took upon yourself to not practice for. your mind started to race; the note isn’t that hard to hit. you’ve hit notes like this before— that was a lie. but, hey, you’ve hit notes close to it before ! soon, there was no more time for you to think about it. it was now or never, and it wasn’t like you could just skip the part all together.

without a second thought, you scraped together the little courage you find in yourself and sang, “but god, does it feel so good. cause i’ve got ‘em where i want him now. and if you could, then you know you would, cause god, it just feels so... it just feels so good.”

your eyes widened as the final lyrics left your mouth. you did it— who are you kidding, of course you did. you knew you had it in you. and with that, the crowd cheered. you let go of the microphone stand that you didn’t even remember grabbing hold of, and smiled. in a matter of second you felt arms around you.

“you did amazing, y/n!” jirou congratulated.

“you sounded great!” mina added with a wide grin.

you smiled and hugged the two girls back, “thanks guys...”

—

the six of you eventaully made your ways back to backstage.

“did you guys see how everyone applauded?! they loved us out there!” kaminari grinned. the rest of you nodded, giving each other compliments on how well they played. you looked over to find bakugou looking at you. you smiled, walking over to sit next to him.

“you... you did good, dumbass,” he gave you a subtle smile, “if i’m being honest, i didn’t think you were gonna do it.”

you chuckled a bit before looking up at him, “would you believe me if i said i didn’t either?”

the blonde shook his head, “hell no. you let go of your bass and everything. you knew you were gonna hit it. there was too much confidence in your movements to say otherwise.”

“thank you.” you said after a few moments of silence between you two.

“yeah, whatever.”

“no, seriously,” you said putting a hand on his shoulder. he felt his cheeks heat up as he looked into your eyes. they had the same sincere look the always did, “you’re a great teacher. and i could tell you genuinely believed in me. that made it easier to preform.”

bakugou was silent for a second, “yeah. anytime..”

you engulfed the boy into a hug before you began towards the rest of the band.

“oh uh, y/n?”

you turned around, “hm?”

“you should consider joining the band... we could use you here. and you’re... cool to hand around. i-i guess, i uh... like having you around and you’re talented or whatever... so yeah.”

you smiled, “are you sure you just don’t want to keep me around a bit longer for your own sake?” you teased.

“wh-what?! hell no, dumbass. you’re delusional.” bakugou retorted.

“mhm, whatever. in any case, i’ll think about it, cutie.”

—

idk of i want to leave this open ended, or make a second part- lmk? :) anyways, hope you enjoyed !

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