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encantowishes · 2 years

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Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic. -- Carl Sagan

Break the Shackles of Time

Mirabel would have tripped down the stairs if it hadn’t been for Casita catching her. When the house creaked a floorboard in admonishment, the girl grinned sheepishly and held up a magazine. “Sorry, Casita, I was just so caught up in this story.”

Now that the valley was open, the people of the Encanto had access to things most of them had never even dreamed of. Bus rides, movies, and fizzy drinks were near the top of Mirabel’s favorite new things. But just as amazing were new versions of old things, like records and books.

There were so many stories to choose from! Mirabel and Camilo were currently recommending comics to each other in much the same way Dolores and Pepa traded romances. Julieta liked mysteries, and Isabela was reading a bunch of political stuff. Félix and Agustín were more into biographies and histories.

All these new books seemed to inspire a burst of creativity in the household, as well. As she crossed the courtyard, Mirabel spotted Luisa -- who had been devouring fantastical adventures -- and Antonio -- always asking for animal stories, of course -- hard at work on their epic serial, “Antonio in the Land of Donkeycorns.” Entering the kitchen, she found Bruno sitting still at the dining table, staring at the blank page before him as though the paper itself might suddenly reveal some long-hidden truth of the universe.

“How’s the new play coming, Tío?” Mirabel asked brightly, helping herself to a leftover buñelo. Camilo wasn’t the only growing teen in this house.

Bruno did not move at all, only letting out a distressed groan. The rat on his shoulder started grooming him, presumably in an attempt to soothe.

“Am I interrupting?” came Alma’s voice from behind Mirabel. She carried a worn cardboard box.

“Come on in, Má,” Bruno said, still not moving.

“Can I help you with that?” Mirabel asked, gesturing toward the box.

“Thank you, but it’s only going right here.” Alma set the box down on the table. Turning to Bruno, she said, “I thought you said after you read all those new plays you were full of ideas?”

“I am, I just … I wanna make people cry.”

Alma and Mirabel gave him identical looks of concern.

“No! That came out wrong. I want … I wanna move people. I wanna write something that makes people think, or, or feel. Y’know … something that people will look back on years from now and say, ‘boy, that Bruno Madrigal sure knew how to write a story.’”

Alma smiled fondly. “You never even knew him, and still …” She lifted the lid from the box and began pulling out the contents. There were a few notebooks, and many photos.

“Who took all of these?” Mirabel asked, picking up a photo. A man led a laden donkey through a village street, while children played off to the side. She didn’t recognize any of the people. Or the place. Yet she felt as though she knew a bit of their story, just from this one image. “This is really good.”

“Thank you,” Alma said. “I took these when I was young. Your abuelo had an idea for a book. We were going to call it: ‘Colombia in the New Century.’” She chuckled. “Neither of us had ever been more than ten miles from the places we were born, but we thought we could tell a big story. The story of the whole country. I took the photos, he wrote the words.” She picked up a notebook with a tan cover. “That’s all in here. But what I was really looking for is this.” She pulled out a larger book.

“What’s that?” Mirabel asked.

“A scrapbook.” Alma laid the book on the table and opened it. The pages were filled with photos, a few newspaper clippings, and short bits of writing, notes about funny or interesting things that had happened.

“I’ve never seen that,” Bruno said.

She pushed it toward him. “I put it all away as soon as we came to the Encanto. I’m sorry, mijo, I should have shown this to you and your sisters long ago. But I … couldn’t.”

Bruno and Mirabel began looking through the pages. A picture of Alma and Pedro goofing off at a festival. A scribbled joke. A photo of Pedro playing tejo with other young men. A clipping about a dance competition, with a woman’s name underlined -- a friend, perhaps. A doodle of a donkey. A closeup of Pedro sleeping.

“I’ve decided I want to add to the scrapbook again,” Alma said. “So you all will have it to look back on when -- oh!”

Bruno and Mirabel looked up. Alma gingerly cradled a small red notebook. “I thought this had been lost,” she breathed. She looked at them. “This is Pedro’s journal.” Alma hesitated before handing it to her son.

“Me?”

“Perhaps it will help.”

Bruno read his father’s journal, and then Mirabel did, too. Before long, the whole family had seen it.

Pedro had begun his journal shortly after meeting Alma. He wrote of his deep love for her, and how he admired her strength, even if she was a little scary sometimes. He wrote of how his heart swelled as he realized that this was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and of his anxiety about proposing to her. He wrote with wry humor of how nearly everything had gone wrong on their wedding day, how they had almost arrived at the jail by accident, how a cart of manure had overturned outside the church, how none of that mattered because they both had said “I do.”

Pedro wrote of his excitement and fear about his impending fatherhood. The doctor said there was definitely more than one baby, but Alma must be trying to work him up with her insistence that there were three. He wrote about his hopes for the future his children would grow up in -- the brand-new twentieth century -- and all the milestones in their lives he was looking forward to.

His final entry was written while Alma was giving birth. The midwife would not allow him to come in, and the waiting had him nearly bursting. But from what he could hear, it seemed that Alma had been right all along. Suddenly, Pedro was the father of three children. Was he up to the task? He had love enough, he knew. He had boundless love for these babies he had not even seen yet. But did he have the courage, the strength, to be the father his children deserved?

“It’s strange,” Mirabel said to Bruno after she finished reading. “I feel like he was telling me his story. I almost feel like I really met him.”

Bruno nodded. “I know what you mean.” But he did not look up from the page he was quickly filling with his own words.

#encantober #encantober book #it's me amrys

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amplesalty · 1 year

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Christmas 2022 - Day 2 - Home Alone: The Holiday Heist (2012)

On t he second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

...two thousand dollars worth of tools!

Oh hey, we’ve reached the point where they got embarrassed about the number of sequels they were making. We took a diversion last year to look at the newest entry in the franchise, Home Sweet Home Alone, but we’re going back into the archives now to check out the last new to me entry actually set at Christmas. I’ve never seen 3 but I know that’s not set at Christmas and doesn’t involve the McAllisters either but maybe I’ll look at that one day as a random review just for the sake of completeness. With this coming out in 2012, it almost sort of maybe looks like they’re going for a ‘once a generation’ thing where they draw in one bunch of kids, then hit the next batch when the others have grown up. I mean, you had the original and the sequel at the beginning of the 90’s, 3 came out mid-to-late 90’s, then 4 was early noughties, now this one in the early tens and finally HSHA in 2021. At this rate I suppose we can look forward to the next entry in the early 2030’s. Maybe by then it’ll be set on a terraformed Mars.

I don’t know why but I’ve somehow always managed to misjudge this art for the film. I think something about the hair looking floppy made me think he was a spoilt little rich kid. Plus what is quite plainly a hoodie I’d somehow seen as like a blazer of sorts with a tie. I can only assume I only ever glanced at this and didn’t pay too much attention because boy is that ever a wide of the mark assessment. Indeed, this is the story of your average American family with 2.4 kids who have moved all the way from California to Maine in aid of mom’s new job.

At least he’s doing the whole ‘scream’ thing here to immediately remind you of the old movies. They even mention the painting at one point and the kids get oddly embarrassed at their parents doing the pose. I don’t know if he’s really selling fear here though, he just looks slightly appalled by something.

Fittingly for Maine the house is allegedly haunted by the spirit of an old timey bootlegger but we’re not exactly going into Stephen King territory here. It does give extra reason for our young protagonist, Finn (played by Christian Martyn), to be scared senseless but he doesn’t exactly need any help since he’s pretty much scared of his own shadow most of the time. It’s also the motivation for our obligatory gang of baddies as they plan to steal a painting which is said to reside in the house.

And hey, there are actual recognisable people in these roles again! Malcolm McDowell makes another appearance on our Christmas list, this time as the ringleader Sinclair. Alongside him he has Jessica played by Debi Mazar who sort of looks familiar but I don’t think that’s down to some of the more logical places I would have seen her like Goodfellas or Empire Records. She’s apparently Madonna’s bestie as well and she’s been in a whole bunch of her videos.

Maybe it’s because she looks like she’s come straight out of that Jim Carrey Grinch movie at one point. Definite Who vibe off her here. Plus there’s Eddie Steeples who was ‘Crab Man’ Darnell Turner on My Name is Earl and was also in Would You Rather that I watched during Halloween a year or two back.

Say what you will about these sequels being cash ins but they put their hand in their pocket sometimes to get people you might actually know. Granted, McDowell is very much a working actor and whilst thoughts do obviously turn to A Clockwork Orange, you can just as easily find him providing voice work to Pinocchio 3000 (okay that sounds stupid and I kinda want to see it) or Tom and Jerry Meet Sherlock Holmes (...same) so it’s probably not an amazing ‘get’ but I imagine he doesn’t come cheap.

Another recognisable face is Edward Asner who just feels destined to turn up in so many Christmas films. I swear it’s either him or the goddamned Northen Lights. At least he’s not playing Santa this time. It’s kind of a weird performance because he’s hosting this Christmas party and the mum is his new hire, only they’re trying to play him off as being massively drunk but it’s not that far removed from just being a vaguely senile old man.

The whole former bootlegger house does very nearly come close to giving this movie a gimmick and some sort of identity as pretty early on Finn inadvertently finds a hidden safe in the basement. Eventually he and his sister find out that it has a hidden wall that has a speakeasy behind it which, when his sister tries to steal a bottle of alcohol, triggers the door to shut behind her and lock her in. The idea of the house itself having these sort of traps built in and leftover from it’s former occupant would’ve been a new dynamic and you could potentially have moments of peril from Finn accidently finding himself on the wrong end of one. But it doesn’t really come up so we’re just left with the results of Finn’s imagination; icing up the front porch (a classic), pouring oil over people or baking poisoned cookies full of hot sauce. Hey, Home Sweet Home Alone took that one! That movie has clearly sunk to a new low if it’s having to rip off this movie. Thinking about it though, the kid in these movies is meant to be the viewer analogue, the little boys and girls watching at home are meant to be able to imagine themselves being the one setting the traps and getting their own back on all the mean grownups so it doesn’t exactly work if the kid isn’t the one actively setting the traps.

His big secret weapon is the power of sexual harassment as Jessica gets stuck in a window trying to break in so, when he two partners in crime try to pull her out, Finn keeps firing things at her that smack her on the arse and makes her think the guys are trying to cop a feel. A swift mule kick to the nards sorts them right out though. I don’t know if I want to run the risk of upsetting the moderation bots of Tumblr again though in order to show you, I’m not sure what the party line is on a nice bottom.

The traps feel a little tame in comparison to the other movies, especially when you consider the multiple times Kevin nearly killed the Wet/Sticky bandits with blunt force trauma, electrocution, burning, falls, Birdemic... Honestly, the most violent act isn’t even directed at the bad guys, it’s when he’s convinced the house is haunted so tries to collect evidence and ends up shooting his own Father with a taser. I know these kids are shown to be resourceful in these movies but where did he get that from?!It’s like the reverse Chekhov’s Gun as it never shows up again.

Or when this one guy pretty much gets Swatted and maced by about a dozen cops. See, there’s this whole subplot where Finn just wants to play videogames and not make any actual real life friends, only it comes across vaguely weird when the one guy he’s talking to online is this one dude in like his mid 20’s. Finn kinda has this whole borderline social issue though as he seems geniunely anxious at the thought of any human interaction with his peers. His sister is portrayed as being obssesed with her phone so it’s very much the type of writing you expect from that relatively early period of smart phones where adults are complaining about how their kids just wont get off the dang cell phone or those violent viddy games!

Then there’s this whole scene where Finn tells the guy they’re being robbed so he hacks Finn’s gamertag, gets his mum’s mobile number from the account details and calls her to tell her what’s happening. Only it turns into this whole misunderstanding where she thinks he’s grooming her son and has her daughter locked in the basement. Oh, noncing and child abuse, what japes we have.

Honestly, this one wasn’t too bad. It’s massively derivative and there’s no reason to watch it over 1 or 2 but it’s not the worst thing in the world. It’s just a very safe rehash that makes absolutely no attempt to try and stray from the formula, it just settles into the well worn arse groove that the original movie and the sequel already made and is quite content with that. It’s just the same movie but adjusted 20 years down the line with some new possibilities thanks to the advancement of technology. Still, because it’s giving itself such a low bar it didn’t really come across as making any massively glaring faults. Whereas last year I think Home Sweet Home Alone kind of forgot it even was a Home Alone movie for large portions so it’s a lot easier to pick fault with it. Maybe that one just set some low expectations for me that this one was able to meet.

It’s not to say there aren’t problems. Like Finn is just a massive dweeb who seems to have this sad look on his face the entire movie. Plus, him being scared borders on the ridiciousless on occasions. Like there’s one moment where he manages to run screaming out of the secret room, through the basement, up the stairs, through the kitchen, up another flight of stairs, into his room, throw off the covers and then dive under them. It feels like one of those jokes where someone is falling for a really long time so they have to stop to breathe before starting to scream again. Granted, Kevin was pretty scared in the first movie but he was a good couple of years younger, was actively left alone for days on end rather then just a couple of hours whilst his parents went to a party and the Wet Bandits were a lot more intimidating the guy guys on show here. These guys are only interested in the painting and even when they do discover Finn and his sister, they just try to keep them out of the way. The Bandits though, they took that shit seriously when Kevin was fighting back against them and you really did think they were going to kill him before Old Man Marley showed up with that snow shovel. I suppose this is a kids movie after all though and you’ve got to keep the menace and fear to a minimum.

#Christmas 2022 #home alone #Home Alone 5 #Home Alone The Holiday Heist

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twopoppies · 2 years

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First of all: I don't think jeff is the devil, that he's management is the devil, that jeff is the only behind everything going on with harry, that harry has no say in anything and doesn't know how this world works, that the situation now is definitely not the same as the one during 1d for a bunch of reasons etc etc

However, it's not because it's not as bad as the devil, as the label, as what it was during 1d, that it has to be a rainbow fairytale and that there we shouldn't care about his wellbeing. I do think that there are some instances where their work is really shitty, and I do believe in the last year things have been weird, that there are things going on bts and that harry may not be entirely happy with jeff/management/whoever is in charge. Am I wrong? Maybe! I hope so! I guess the thing is that I'm seeing so many posts defending jeff/management (I'm putting it together because I know everything isn't jeff's doing) because 'they are friends they work for him he's an adult now he knows how it works and what he has to do to have what he wants' and, maybe. But defending his team is definitely not the hill I will choose to die on, I've been here way too long. This fandom would be nowhere if we hadn't been wrong a few times or theorised a bit too much nor wondered if the boys really want what is happening around them. Everyone is free to believe what they want and to choose what they want to engage with, but it's a bit annoying that it seems that nowadays if someone tries to say something about it they are told that they are stupid and that they don't know how the world works (maybe we care because actually we do know...).

I hope this makes sense because in discussion like this we tend to oppose strongly the two sides and not really listen to what the other is saying, but I wanted to offer my point of view, I hope it's ok with you.

Hi love. Yeah, I agree. I don’t think anyone rational is going to think that Harry is 100% happy with everything that’s going on behind the scenes. Given the situation he’s in and the industries he works in, I’m sure he’s frustrated with/pissed off at/unhappy about any number of things. I just find it pointless to try and villainize Jeff/management as “the big evil”. And I don’t think anyone is saying no one should be concerned about Harry’s well-being. But I’ve seen some absolutely ridiculous takes that seem to have no basis in reality (in the last few days, especially).

If anything, I think we have to look at his record label, the music industry at large, the movie industry, homophobia in general, and Harry himself when we think about the stuff going on around him. and sure, Jeff is likely also looking out for Jeff. But when peoples say something like “Harry is a grown-up, he’s not stupid“, what I think they mean is if Jeff isn’t actively working to make Harry happy, then Jeff is going to lose his cash cow.

As for reading into things “too much“, there are some people in this fandom who enjoy stirring up trouble, or who create theories out of thin air, and I think it only does a disservice to all of us. It’s just a very different atmosphere than it was when we were theorizing during the years the guys were under Syco etc.—for a lot of the newer fans there is no context for some of what they’re latching onto.

There’s no reason to disregard theories without considering them. Likewise, there’s no reason to accept theories without giving them some deep consideration, as well.

#discourse

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Movie Review | Knife of Ice (Lenzi, 1972)

This review contains spoilers about the ending in the last paragraph, so maybe don’t read that part if you haven’t seen the movie yet.

A few years ago I watched a documentary about giallo whose name escapes me, and one of the few things I remember from it clearly is Umberto Lenzi griping about how Dario Argento got all the credit for inventing giallo when Lenzi’s entries in the genre preceded him. I wasn’t gonna challenge Lenzi’s claim about the historical record, but still found it amusing that he was taking shots at Argento, given that from my experience, his body of work was nowhere near as strong as Argento’s. Granted, at the time I’d only seen Nightmare City (fun, but dumb as hell) and his cannibal movies (varying degrees of terrible), and since then I’ve seen at least two poliziotteschi movies from him (The Tough Ones and Almost Human) that suggest he could actually make genuinely exciting movies. (Interestingly, the looseness and arguably slapdash construction that I found so off-putting in his cannibal movies is actually a boon in his crime films, rendering them almost free-associative exercises in cop-vs-crook brutality.) So finally I decided to watch one of his giallos, and while I still don’t think he’s in a position to be taking shots at Argento, I did enjoy the movie.

To an extent, it’s tough for me to meaningfully review giallos. They are almost by definition is stylish and sexy, so the fact that a movie falls in the genre means that I’m going to get a bit of enjoyment out of it. This one is definitely stylish, thanks to the handsome widescreen cinematography and the Spanish locations that situate the movie somewhere between rustic and decadent. And it’s not just nice to look at, but atmospheric too, like a nighttime scene where a character runs down a starkly lit street. It’s maybe a little less sexy, in that there isn’t any onscreen funny business. In fact, it’s a pretty tame movie in other ways, in that there isn’t much onscreen violence either, aside from gruesome bullfight footage that the movie keeps pulling out. I would be in the right to knock it for that reason, but quite frankly I like spending time in the worlds of giallo enough that I didn’t mind that we weren’t getting too many jolts, it was nice enough to traipse through these cobblestone streets, drive down the beautiful countryside and relax in these cozy looking villas. From a genre identity standpoint, you can actually see some pretty pronounced strains of influence. A scene in a cemetery where a character runs in a cape foregrounds the kind of decadence inherited from gothic horror, while the appearance of the heroine played by Carroll Baker very much brings to mind Hitchcock’s blondes. There’s a neat sequence late in the movie where the characters reenact their actions prior to a murder that would very much feel at home in a Hitchcock movie.

As I mentioned earlier, Carroll Baker plays the heroine, a mute woman who finds herself in the middle of a bunch of murders that the police speculate are by either a sex maniac or a satanist. (I assume when you look at the encyclopedia or criminal profiles under the letter S, these are the first two categories.) Italy at the time was where fading Hollywood stars would go to continue getting lead roles, and this is something that works in favour of Baker’s performance here, giving her a slight shade of disreputability, as if she might have something to hide. I’ve expressed before a slight discomfort around how movies might exploit a character’s disability, and that’s definitely something to chew over here. The lack of dialogue leaves Baker to be more overtly expressive, and you can feel the camera probing her face for microexpressions when it goes in for its eye closeups. (That’s not the only similarity with Lucio Fulci’s movies here; we also get a Donald Duck toy.) I do think Baker manages to imbue her character with a certain dignity, meaning that the movie is pretty palatable in this respect for the majority of the runtime.

Of course, if you watch this on Tubi, the description alludes to an insane twist ending. I must report that this twist undoes whatever points the movie had accumulated in its handling of the heroine’s disability, as it turns out Baker killed her singer friend out of jealousy and then regains her voice right at the end. It’s so audaciously offensive that I can’t help but be a little impressed.

#film #movie review #knife of ice #umberto lenzi

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spellbook-gayboy · 2 years

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Just An Old Man With An Shield: Exclusive Interview With The First American Superhero by Christina Cabello

If you were to ask a person on the street to name a famous superhero, they’d likely answer with a member of the Guardians or Capes Incorporated, or perhaps a solo hero like Pangaea, Shrapnel or Demigod. But it’s also likely that a good chunk of them would answer with one man in particular: Frontline.

And for good reason, too. The man is often referred to as ‘the Tom Hanks of the superhero community’, in terms of both glowing reputation and paternal charm. Time Magazine chose him as Super Person Of The Year not once, not twice, but three times (1945, 1972 and 1990). His statue stands tall to greet visitors to the Museum Of American Superheroes, sculpted from pure copper and draped in the American flag. His career is only second in length to the Immortal, starting on the blasted fields of The Second World War and ending with his apparent death in 1994. However, he was recently discovered to be alive, undergoing months of physical and psychological rehabilitation before making his grand return against members of the Order. Needless to say, he’s quite the public figure.

Which is why we were surprised to have him reach out to us at the Cape-Watch headquarters in Seattle, asking for me in particular due to a ‘glowing reference from the kid’, who he later identified as Invincible, who the more avid readers might remember from my opinion piece made last month. So, as any reporter with a nose for good stories would, I caught a plane over to the Pentagon, got directed to a clean and well-lit interview room, and met with him. What follows below is the recorded contents of my interview with him, minus questions not authorised for public release by government officials overseeing the interview:

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Well, sir, before we get into the questions, is there you’d like to tell the audience?: Well, I guess I’d say it’s good to be back! I’ve been away for a long time, and I’m keen to get back into the old heroism business!

Okay, first question! Now this one is pretty loaded, but how would describe your first few months in the modern world?: I actually spent the first couple of weeks in a coma. Once I was up, it was non-stop physiotherapy and psych evaluations and just making sure my body wouldn’t fall apart outside of the infirmary. Hell, by the time the news broke that I was alive, I was already cleared for field duty!

Speaking of field duty, I hear you’ve been recently rooming with the Guardians Of The Globe. What are you thoughts on the new lineup?: Oh, they’re great! Of course, I’ve known Immortal since ‘42 and Samson since he was about 14, but the new ones are just as great! That Rex kid’s got a real firecracker personality but he’s also really mellow when he needs to be, Kate really helped me with getting used to all the modern things, and Rae apparently has a collection of these old superhero shows that I never got the chance to watch the first time around. And of course, Monster Girl holds her own in the sparring matches, and Robot’s got a brain on him I haven’t seen before!

What would you consider to be the strangest thing you’ve encountered thus far in the modern world?: Definitely Bluetooth! Still bugs me how you can wear headphones with no wires and play music like they’re still there!

Moving on, have you met many of the hero teams that popped up since you disappeared? Any thoughts on them?: I’ve met Capes Incorporated! My issues with the idea of corporate superheroes aside, they’re an alright bunch. Apparently, the lady with the boxing gloves was a big fan of mine growing up! Aside from them, I did have the misfortune of meeting Fight Force. Whoever trained them needs to hang up the cape!

Any plans now that you’re back?: You know what? I’m gonna get a burger. Seems basic, I know, but what can I say? Oh, with a hotdog and soda, too! If we’re being serious, though, I would like to see a movie or go to a carnival, if those still exist. Do we- do we still have carnivals?

Is there anything, or anyone, you miss from before you disappeared?: Well, I lost my Sony Walkman when I went, so there’s that! As for people... I miss a lot of people: my pals from the Army, Soprano, Pa- I mean the original Red Rush, umm... (AN: at this point, Frontline goes quiet for a few moments while staring at the floor and quietly sniffling), and the kids in the Teen Team, my Teen Team. You can- you can include that in the article, don’t mind me. Just an... old man missing what he had, is all.

Alright. Moving on, how would you describe your experience as a member of superhero teams?: Uh, mostly positive, in my experience! As you know, I was on the Defenders Of The Free World during the war, which was basically just like my old unit. There was a year, year and a half break after that, then we formed the Guardians in ‘47. I was on-and-off with them ‘til I made Breakthrough in the 80s. After that broke up, I got saddled with the Teen Team, and that lasted pretty much up until I disappeared.

Now, I understand if this question’s too difficult, but...: Ah. I won’t... insult you by pretending that it didn’t hurt. Fact is, I knew most of them. Hell, I trained two of them! It hurt like hell, but... guess I’m also glad that Samson and Immortal were still there to help me through it. They really were my rock through that.

And final question, do you have any plans re your hero career? Are you planning to go solo for now, or maybe join a team?: Well, I might do a bit of solo work, but I’m definitely gonna join a team. Maybe the Guardians, maybe something else. If I’m being honest, part of me’s been wanting to make my own team. I’ll get back to you on that when I clear it with the higher-ups!

And that’s all the questions I have for today! Any last comments for the readers?: Uh, mostly that you’ll hopefully be seeing more of me very soon. And, God willing, I might have a team of my own, or at least a spot on one!

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Sifting through previous interviews dated before his disappearance, I saw that he still had the same calm charisma from decades before. Only a couple of times did his composure even begin to waver, and that was due to the emotional distress of events completely outside of his control. Apart from those moments, he always kept up a veneer of warmth and kindness, always making me feel at ease over the course of my questioning. What wasn’t described in the transcript was the look he gave me: a half-smile, like the kind your favourite elderly relative would give you, accentuated by the subtle crow’s feet around his cool brown eyes. He seemed proud of me, and yet had only known me for a few minutes.

What didn’t match the earlier interviews, however, was one element in particular: despite the aura of kindness surrounding him, underneath it lay a sort of quiet sadness, only noticeable in the few moments he showed vulnerability. Perhaps his absence has begun to weigh on him, or maybe the revelation of how many were lost in that time has only just begun to hit him with full force.

But whatever side of himself Frontline chose to show in that interview, the truth remains the same: he’s back, and hopefully here to stay this time around.

#hope you guys like this one!#invincible #invincible show #invincible amazon #invincible oc #🦅🛡#Kyle Washington #christina cabello #cape watch

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winderlylandchime · 5 months

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I actually had QueerAnon as my number 1 podcast omg. Hopefully that tips off Jordan and Randy that they need to get their asses back to recording.

I honestly think the therapist knows about the show. I mean from what my brother has told me about him, the guy is around the same age as my brother and they’ve talked about movies, tv shows and music so I feel like he either knows it since the beginning or went to look it up. But the idea of him not knowing and just knowing my brother will lose his mind when his beloved show is over, is equally funny. I mean my brother vented to him about Brian getting cancer and about Ethan so he’s seen him at his worst throughout this show.

And as for the last few episodes: His plan is to watch them all at once. One after the other. Today. So I hate to report that the ‘straight man watches qaf in the year of our lord 2023’ is officially coming to an end. Do you remember that scene in Finding Nemo when the fishes try to escape from the tank and the starfish says ‘THE TANK IS CLEAN!’? Well he woke up today, walked into the kitchen and quoted the whole scene but changed it a bit, so it was: ‘good morning! Todays the day! The sun is shining, im watching the last episodes and I am finishing the sho- IM WATCHING THE LAST EPISODES!’ He even filmed himself and sent it to our family group chat and to his friends thinking how funny he is and immediately afterwards I got bunch of texts from our cousins, our uncle, our parents and 3 of his friends. And literally every single one of them is worried how he will handle it. My cousins basically said ‘good luck’ (they know how it ends and they also told majority of the family). My uncle is now fully involved (but only for his entertainment purposes) but he does think my brother might experience a mental breakdown after he sees the finale. His husband and him over the weekend watched the finale to try and judge how he will react and according to my uncle when the credits rolled, his husband looked at him and went ‘oh he is soooo fucked.’ And his friends told me that he told them he thinks it will be a happy finale bc no way would anyone do all that and then not make sure they end up happy, together and in love. They even brought up the Iron Man aftermath and im worried they’re right. So heartbreak is inevitable.

I will try my absolute hardest to send updates as soon as we finish the finale. But I apologize in advance if it either ends up being sent really fucking late at night or really fucking early in the morning. I already know I’m gonna be a mess watching the finale (i think I’ve seen it only a handful of times, maybe even less) but i am not ready to witness that first ever heartbreak due to the finale that my brother is only hours away from experiencing. It’s been years since I first saw it and i still remember how much it hurt so rip to the straight man. So who the fuck knows what his reaction will be to literally any of the next 4 episodes but especially the finale.

I'm guessing that the tumblr fandom is responsible for that podcast's listens this year. And I do hope Spotify wrapped sends up the bat signal that they need to make more episodes! C'mon Jordan and Randy!

I agree, it is just as funny for the therapist to think "I have no idea what is going to happen but Brother Anon is so unhinged about this, no matter what, it's going to be a crisis."

RIP to the tag "a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023" after this week. Btw, instant regret for choosing such a long tag but oh well! I'm not even christian! It is NOT the year of my lord... lol.

I'm glad the whole family is aware that this is going to ROUGH (understatement of the year) on your brother. I think having some things to help him immediately will be helpful - an episode of QueerAnon, a bts youtube clip, a favorite fanfic - and maybe letting him know there is a whole group of us cheering him on? Like he's heartbroken but he has friends he never even knew were out there? IDK.

Good luck. Don't worry about what time your messages come in. I have a super busy day tomorrow, so if I don't get to them, that's not a sign of anything. I just have a doctor's appointment (where I will *not* discuss qaf with my doctor) and then a bunch of appointments straight through until night.

Good luck and godspeed dear sweet anon. I have the feeling you're going to need it.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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ajsmins · 1 year

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[ To:📱→ Camarones Princesa 💜 ] I mean he thrifted them so.. Y'know... I wonder if this is a weekly thing for him, he just goes and dives into the dollar bin for DVDs and takes a bunch home. What a vibe honestly. [ To:📱→ Camarones Princesa 💜 ] Speaking of movies, did you ever watch Smile? I watched it last night on Paramount and it scared me out of my socks I felt violently ill.

( text: ) that’s kind of cool though. maybe he gets them and creates cool packaging for them? like his own personal collectors items. i’ve always wanted to do that with vinyls. just have a whole wall of vintage records.

( text: ) i have seen smile! i watched it on a plane ride when it first came out, and it spooked me so much that i couldn’t look anyone in the eye on the flight because i was so scared.

#( sms. )

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wordsofapanda · 1 year

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That scene in EEAAO where the alternate dad confessed he wished he could live a simple life doing menial tasks with the mom was so fucking relatable. I watched this movie with my ex. And let’s be clear my ex chose to be with someone else because she had things I didn’t. She wasn’t chronically I’ll, she had a full time job and more money, and was more “successful”. After months of him actually getting physically beaten by this woman and blackmailed, he obviously came crawling back to me. To be fair, I was the first woman he’s had a serious relationship with. When we reconnected, he told me how horrible it was in detail. During the time he was with her, he made it clear he wasn’t in love with her and continuously tried to reach out to me even though I was open to dating other people. Now he left me thinking he could get money out of this woman (long story), but she ended up being the complete opposite than me. Yeah she wasn’t chronically I’ll but she was an alcoholic and a mean one. She had a full-time job but no prospects to move on up in life or find a stable job. And yeah she could pitch in for him financially, but he wasted so much money getting alcohol for her. Now this is one hundred percent a rant where I’m bashing on another woman. Let me be clear. I have every right to be upset and she is not a good person. He told me she would bash me everyday in any way she could. She constantly would bash my fatness, my cooking, my looks, my financial situation, my health, you name it. But he realized how different it was with me. Yeah I sometimes cook unhealthy but she could ONLY cook eggs. I had a car, and she didn’t so he had to drive her to work. I go to the doctor constantly and she refuses to see a doctor even though she keeps getting UTI’s and literally sleeps around. I am fat but I’m nice. She’s skinnier but she’s mean. And I wish I was over exaggerating but he was literally beaten up by this woman. Near the end of my relationship he ridiculed me and said all I do was get excited when he gets home… and then he gets home to her sleeping with a beer in her hand. She has no hobbies or interests that they share and I build his furniture, make jewelry for him, and sew in my free time. She yelled in New York that he was raping her so that he would get jumped. She almost got them kicked off the plane to New York because she got too drunk and tried to fight the stewardess. And yet I’ve flown several countries with no one bad mark or ticket on my record. And I’m the opposite with NY, I got a fuck ton of friends in NY and have never been in trouble with the cops. She left him get drugged by himself and I would never. I could keep going but she was my literal opposite. And he noticed that. He realized that he was so in his head feeling like he had to be established that he took my ass for granted. So when we watched that movie together and he saw that seen, you bet your ass he took it hard. Because he realized that being an adult and having your own place and money was shit and he would rather be broke and around me. But here’s the thing, I’m not a fool. I’ve done so much therapy and I’m all about me right now. When I see that scene, I swoon. It’s sweet. It’s romantic, but I just feel pity for my ex. He lost someone like Key Huy Quan. Someone who is timid but fights battles with kindness. Someone who is silly and does weird things to make others smile. He didn’t appreciate me and he lost me. And during that time apart, I saw that people wished they could be with someone who was super happy every night to see their partner. I realized a bunch of traits I had that other women or other partners couldn’t do. I don’t need anyone. He told me he thought we weren’t equal because he made more financially but he couldn’t build his own furniture. He couldn’t make a meal for a family. He couldn’t navigate how to reroute his mail. He had a level of incompetence that he couldn’t acknowledge. But shit, for me not making much… I’m smart and fucking capable. And I will ALWAYS be better than her.

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Can you write a little mix member x avengers cast?? Maybe?

Hello love! Thank you for the request, I apologize for taking so long to work on it! I’ve written this as a headcanon, since I haven’t done any of those in a while. I hope you like it❤️

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The Marvel Cast Finds Out You’re In Little Mix

Why is this lowkey a crack fic/headcanon😭💀

Alrighty so, I feel like they probably wouldn’t know you’re part of a band or who Little Mix is.

Since SADLY, the girls aren’t as big in the States as we’d like them to be:(

The people who definitely might know you are ✨The Brits✨ and Scarlett because she has a young daughter who probably listened to Wings or something—kids find everything on the internet these days.

Working with Marvel was your first acting gig; so none of them knew anything about you or if you’ve been in other films, etc.

Except for Tom Holland, who was lowkey fangirling at the fact he gets to work with one of the Little Mix members.

Side note: he’ll be deeply offended when he figures out the others don’t know about Little Mix or that you can sing.

The rest of the cast (RDJ, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Seb, Lizzie, etc.) had a hunch that you were some kind of writer.

You were always humming to yourself and writing in your notebook or typing down notes in your phone when something came to mind.

Though they didn’t pry at your business because—well, it wasn’t their business.

They could find out about your other job through many ways. Maybe you guys are doing promo and some interviewers mention the band and things about a new album, to which most of them were confused about.

“So (Y/n), I know this is your first time acting. How different was it from performing on stage and acting on camera?”

Everyone’s attention would be on you (this is a panel btw) Mackie’s looking at the back of your head in confusion, Robert fully turns in his seat to look at you, Lizzie is also curious, Evans is looking between you and the reporter—everyone is just confused.

“Performing on stage? Did you do Broadway (y/n/n)?” Evans asked. Tom (Holland) scoffed shaking his head, disgusted to be part of this group of uncultured swines.

You chuckled and shook your head, “No, I’m a singer. I’m part of a girlband.”

The whole cast gasped in shock. Mackie let out a loud “WHAT?!”. Robert leaned even closer to you trying to see if you were lying. Others whispered amongst themselves asking each other if they knew.

Tom (Holland) just sat back watching everyone’s reactions along with you. Amused at the amount of questions that were suddenly being thrown your way.

He’d also be quick to add, “NOT just ANY girlband, but the biggest girlband on the planet.”

For clarification, Tom’s a very proud Mixer.

Scarlett finally recognized you, knowing that she’s seen you somewhere before, but could never put her finger onto it. “Wait you’re from Little Mix!”

“THANK YOU! FINALLY SOMEONE WITH SOME TASTE!” Tom yelled, dramatically turning to Scarlett.

After the initial shock, everyone was very curious. They wanted to hear your music, wanted to know the other members, when your next tour was—they were very ecstatic.

When you guys finally reached London for the press tour, there was a lot of hype for Little Mix because you guys were going to finally reunite after months of being apart.

The girls were allowed to visit set, but since you guys were working on your new album, they were stuck in London. You were relocated to Atlanta, filming an Avengers movie and working on the album via FaceTime/Zoom.

You and the girls reunite the same night you land in London! As tired as you were, the five of you hung out in your hotel room.

You were all excited for the days to come. Not only were you doing promo for the movie but you and the girls were going to be performing again on night time talk shows and were having a Live Lounge session with BBC Radio 1.

The panel of the cast discovering you were part of a band went viral. Many of the fans couldn’t believe they didn’t know about your other job.

There were even edits going around social media of the cast looking clueless and or reacting to your ‘secret’.

Then there were ones like “Tom Holland being a Mixer for 10 minutes and 57 seconds straight”.

Your favorite one was where they zoomed in on everyone’s confused expression while that one Nicki Minaj song played in the background.

It was mentioned in almost every interview after it went viral.

“So none of you had a clue that (y/n) was also a singer? Like at all?”

“I didn’t even know homegirl could sing, matter of fact I never imagined her to be in a girlband.” — Anthony Mackie

“I had a hunch that she was a musician or artist, but no one ever listens to me.” — Chris Evans

“(Y/n)’s in a girlband? Since when?” — Paul Rudd

“After we found out, I listened to all six of their albums on the flight here.” — Elizabeth Olsen

“Of course I knew, my music taste is immaculate compared to the others.” — Tom Holland

“Shut the fuck up, Tom.” — Anthony Mackie

“I really enjoy Black Magic, it reminds me of Wanda.” — Paul Bettany

The cast was so eager to hear you sing and watch you perform with the girls.

They finally got to do that when you invited them to the Live Lounge session. They also got to meet the girls.

You were very happy at that moment; seeing the two groups of people you love meeting each other and getting along meant a lot to you. It gave you a lil warm tingle in your heart.

Since there were no fans in the studio, it was only you and the girls, the band, and a bunch of the Avengers.

While the cameras rolled and you guys were performing, they were crowded together behind the scenes. Some of them were sitting on the carpeted floors or standing against the walls.

They were absolutely stunned when they heard you sing. You had a powerful voice that ranged from high to low, something they never expected of you.

When they heard you and the girls sing or harmonize with each other, it was like they were all in heaven.

“They sound like angels.”

“My ears are tingling, but like in a good way.”

“Seriously, how did we not know she can sing like this?”

“Hear me out—this is a perfect reason as to why we should have an Avengers musical.”

“Chris if we hear you bring up a damn musical one more time I swear.”

“Their voices go so well together, how do they even do that?”

Scarlett would secretly film videos to show her daughter. I have a feeling that Evans, Tom, RDJ, Sebby, and Mark would record some parts as well and would post it onto their Insta stories.

When fans found out they were at the Live Lounge they freaked out.

Ever since they found out you were in a band, they’ve been the biggest fans and supporters of the group.

They’re always promoting your albums on their social media accounts without you even asking.

Privately and publicly praising you guys for performances or achievements.

Your two main groups clashed and now everyone was friends. It was definitely the most weirdest collision— Little Mix and the cast of the Avengers. But it worked out perfectly.

Everyone got along with each other and the girls would always visit you on set.

They’re always playing the band’s song in the background on set.

Most of them won’t admit, but they definitely memorized the lyrics to almost every song.

*cough cough* Mackie and Hemsworth

I feel like Samuel L. Jackson would join in on the action too, one way or another. Somehow he got looped in.

ANOTHER THING OMG, they would definitely stand up for you and the girls whenever Piers Morgan or some asshole hates on you guys or pulls a jab on you all.

Best beileve Evans will be calling him out publicly on Twitter.

“Why are you so worried about a bunch of talented women who are doing their job and bringing happiness to others? They’ve done nothing to you, you’re always the one making jabs at them. Leave them alone you fucking British meatball.”

I feel like Robert helped you and the girls find a better management company after learning about the unfair treatment you all faced under Simon’s care.

In conclusion: The Marvel cast would be ecstatic to learn about you being a singer and they’d become your biggest fans. They truly adore you and the girls for your amazing talent :’)

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clearlydiamondz · 3 years

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Your Only Fan

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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Erik Finds out his best friend slash crush has an only fans. Things go a little right once he finds out.

Warnings: Cursing, SMUT, 18+ Content

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It was a Friday night, which meant that (Y/N) was getting a chance to see her best friend, Erik. Or E, which she calls him. It’s been a minute since she seen him considering she’s been caught up in her school work and he’s been caught up in whatever he had going on.

Erik was excited when he saw that she messaged him, asking if he wanted to come over and watch a movie. Instantly he answered.

E: Awe, lil baby miss me :( lol

(Y/N): how you my best friend and you don’t even come see me no more. i feel neglected.

E: Don’t worry, I’ma be there in an hour..

(Y/N): make it 30?

E: oh u desperate? aight, 30 min it is.

Erik grabbed his belongings, grabbing his adidas bag packing an overnight bag. After getting his phone and charger, he made his way out the door and to his car.

(Y/N) finished up cleaning herself up after doing a session on her Only Fans. After about an hour, she earned about a good 900 alone from just tips and subscriptions. This was one of the good nights.

She made her way out of her bathroom, go to her little recording area cleaning all the toys and things before Erik got there. She didn’t want her best friend to find out about her dirty little secret. It was something that she wanted to keep buried for as long as she could.

She wasn’t ashamed of being a sex worker, she supported other girls. Spoke very strongly about it online. Even did some work with other girls and guys. She just didn’t want everything to change between her and Erik if he ever found out.

She was in the kitchen making her famous dip when she heard the door open. She looked up and saw Erik walking in with his things in his hands. “Wassup big head?” he said walking into the apartment as she smile at him.

“Hi E, so I found this perfect movie for us to watch.” she said as he groaned.

“It better not be no scary movie.” he said as she pouted.

“Nevermind,..” she mumbled looking down as he laughed. “Lemme put my shit down and Ima come show you some love.” he said as she nodded. There was no question that had (Y/N) had feelings for her best friend. How could she not? He was handsome, kept up with himself, a gentlemen. The way he talked and made her blush. It was hard not to have feelings for this man.

Erik walked into the room putting the extra clothes in the empty drawer she had for him. As he was putting the clothes inside, she heard his phone going off. He grabbed it seeing that it was one of his friends, Tyrel sending him an iMessage and picture.

Ty: bro , u know bout this??

Erik confused, opened up the picture to see an Only Fans profile. He was about to question him about it until he saw the profile picture.

“Is that-”

PearlyPerfection

Hi, my name is (Y/N), come visit me on my page to come play with me.

“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself. It took everything in him not to pull up OnlyFans on his phone, but it was failed. Miserably. He searched her name, sitting on the bed looking at one of the thumbnails on the videos. He saw that it was a price for ten dollars a month for the basic subscription fee. After paying for it, he clicked on the video.

“Hi daddy...’ she seductively whispered to the camera. She had on a white and black school girl outfit that barely covered her ass and pussy. Her skin was oiled, shining looking like milk chocolate. “My pussy been so wet just thinking about you. Do you want to see?” she gushed biting her lip.

Erik couldn’t contain the weapon that swing between his legs. Just by the second it was getting harder looking at her. She sat back against the pillows opening her legs to show her wetness.

Okay.. now I understand why she’s called Pearly Perfection...

If it wasn’t perfect, it was close to. The wetness spread across her outer lips, making her skin gloss. She spread her lips with her fingers, the yellow acrylic really contemplating her skin complexion, letting the wetness get on her fingers as she moved it up and downward to the entrance.

“Ooh that feels good..” she moaned quietly to herself. She dipped a finger inside, slowly fucking herself with it. She lifted her leg, slapping her vulva before leaning forward grabbing something behind the camera. She came back into frame with a clear dildo. She grabbed it, looking into the camera before licking the tip of it. She placed her mouth on it before deep throating it, basically shallowing the entire thing.

“Damn-”

“Erik!” he heard from the kitchen. “Everything good?”

“Uh yeah, I’m coming!” he exclaimed standing up. He exited the tab before placing his phone in his hoodies pocket. He stood up adjusting his issue, before walking out to the kitchen to see her pouring dip chips into the bowl.

“You good? Look like you seen some shit?” she said chuckling as he shook his head.

“If only you knew.” he whispered but she heard him.

“Did you say something?”

“Nah..” he walked into the living room grabbing the remote as she looked at him a bit confused. Damn, I can’t even get a hug..

She grabbed the dip and chips walking to the living room, placing it on the coffee table. She walked back grabbing herself a wine cooler and Erik a beer. She walked back walking past him plopping down on the sofa.

“I hope you found a good movie since you want to watch a damn scary movie.” she joked, all Erik did was just chuckle before going through the list. She looked at Erik waiting for a smart comeback but nothing.

“Erik... are you okay?” she asked him touching his cheek as he looked at her.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re acting strange. If something happened than you can talk to me.” she reassured him as he smiled. Erik turned back to the screen before picking a random action film.

About an hour into the movie, (Y/N) leaned forward grabbing some dip and chips, her shirt was risen up a bit showing her red laced underwear and her back side. It was usual that (Y/N) dressed like that around him, they were comfortable with it. But for known reasons, it had Erik squirming in his seat. She looked back to see why he was moving so much.

“Erik.. are you sure you’re okay?” she asked him as he nodded. She leaned back and he moved to the opposite side of her. “That’s it.” she grabbed the remote pausing the movie.

“The hell is wrong with you?” she asked him standing up as he looked up at her.

“What do you mean? I’m not-”

“Yes you are. You acting like you can’t touch me. You haven’t even eaten my dip and you eat my shit up as soon as it hits the table. I know when there is something wrong with you and there is something bothering you.” she said to him as he sighed scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest with you but be honest with me.” he said as she nodded. “Do you have an only fans?” The question rightfully was a curve ball but she would never like to Erik. Plus, if he was asking about it most likely he already knew the answer.

“Yes..” she trailed off. “How did you find out?” she asked him. Her heart was beating fast, so loud she could hear it in her own ears.

“Ty sent me a picture of the profile.” he said as she rolled her eyes.

“Wow, creepy ass nigga.” she said smacking her teeth.

“No offense but there are a bunch of creepy ass niggas on Only Fans.” he said sitting up as she sighed. “Why you never told me about this?”

“Look how you’re acting. You can’t even touch me. I don’t want it to change things between us. That’s the last thing that I want to happen. A-And your acting different.” she pouted as he sighed. “Like if you ashamed that you are friends with me just up and say that. Trust me, it’s feels way more better than being- than being treated like I’m dirty or something.” Erik saw her eyes watering, and his entire mood changed. For a split second he forgot he was friends with a water bag.

“Wait, (Y/N) it’s not like that.” he stood up cupping her cheeks in his hands looking at her. “I don’t care what you do , you will always my best friend. I won’t ever look at you differently.” he said to her as she started to sniffle.

“So why are you acting like this?”

Erik mentally cursed at himself. Now he really is going to have to admit that he watched a video and felt some type of way about it. It was all happening the wrong way. “Before I admit it to you, there is something else I should admit first" he said as she nodded. She sat down as he sat down beside her.

“First of all, I’m admitting this to you because I’ve let this shit drag on for way to long and I need to just to say it. (Y/N), I’ve always had a thing for you. I’ve always wanted you to be mine. Like in a way where we are more than just bestfriends.” he said as she took it all in.

"Erik I-"

“Wait, I’m not done yet. Out of curiosity, I went to your profile and I saw one of you’re videos. Ima keep it real, shit was sexy as hell. To the point where I wanna fuck the shit outta you.” he admitted. If there was one thing that she loved about him was how honest he was.

“Okay, I just want to start off by saying that I have feelings for you too. And I want to be more than just best friends...” she trailed off as he smiled at her. “And another thing, if you have an Only Fans, doesn’t that make you one of those creepy ass niggas that-” her sentence was cut off by him pinching her thigh. “Ow.. that hurt.” she pouted as he smirked at her. There was something in his eyes that she never seen before. She stood up before straddling his lap as his hands gripped her waist.

“Oh you bold.” he said as she nodded.

“So tell me, what did you think about my videos?” she whispered in his ear. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt her lips kissing along his neck.

“They were something.. I- ooh.” he moaned out as she started to whine directly on his dick. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head showing his bare chest. She traced her hands up his chest before throwing across his shoulders.

Erik leaned in, brushing his lips passed hers smirking. With a brief movement her lips connected with his, him immediately dominating hers. He kinda tasted the cherry lip balm that was on her lips, that made her lips smooth and soft. Their tongues traced along each others in a way, like Erik was giving up his dominance.

She bit her lip, standing up from his lap as she smirked at him. “What you doin/” he asked her. When she didn’t give him an answer, she got on her knees. “(Y/N).’ he said in a warning tone.

“What’s wrong daddy?” she asked him. The way she said that you would think it was sinful. “I always thought about you fucking my throat, Erik.” she said as she smiled. She pulled the waist band down from his Nike Sweat pants, noticing he was free balling. “Oh you are big...” she said grabbing the base of it. She squeezed it making him jolt his hips forward.

She kissed the tip, licking along it tasting his pre-cum. She knew Erik always kept up with himself. Drinking water and eating fruit. If he tasted like this now, she wanted to taste him when he bust in her mouth.

She wrapped her lips around his erection, before going downward, letting her throat relax around him. “Nasty ass bitch..” he grunted thrusting his hips upward. Seeing him like this had her dripping down her thighs.

She was messy, he liked that. Spit dropped down her chin along pre-cum.

“This is how you do it, huh? Freaky ass...” he said throwing his head back. She smiled at him. She hallowed her cheeks inward to make it tighter as he grunted. He grabbed her lifting him as she pouted.

“Fuck wrong with you?” he asked her.

“I wanted you to cum in my mouth..” she said as he chuckled. He leaned forward kissing her, there tongues sliding against each other. She was just like him she liked having that shit messy.

“Let me ride it, daddy..” she whispered to him, stroking his dick as he stood up. They quickly took off all their clothes as she pushed him back on the sofa. She hovered over it and before she could sit on it, he stopped her.

“You still on the pill, right?” he asked her as she nodded.

“Yeah I am..” she said making him smirk.

“Thank God, I don’t plan on pulling out.” he said as she bit her lip. She sink herself on it as the both of them whispered out a quiet ‘fuck’. By far, Erik was one of the biggest nigga’s she been with. She had dildos his size probably a little bigger, but it was different because he was fucking her back.

“Tight ass pussy, this shit wet for me huh?’ he grunted in her ear as she gasped. All she could do was moan. “Answer me..” he started to thrust his hips upward s she moaned out.

“Fuck, yes daddy.” she gasped out as he smirked, He was hitting a spot that she ain’t even believe was possible to reach. He rotated his hips in a way that made him hit ever inch of her wall.

“You’re so fucking deep, I feel it in my stomach.” she gasped as he smirked.

“Yeah take all this big dick. Take it like a big girl. Making a mess all over my shit, I should have you’re nasty ass get down on your knee’s and clean it up.” he taunted her as she fucked him back. She gained her confidence back.

She purposely made herself tight as he halted his movements. He leaned back grabbing her waist as she smiled. “Does it feel good, daddy?” she asked him as he grunted squeezing his eyes shut.

“You tryna make me bust this quick? Huh? Get up. I got something for you’re ass.” he said. She lifted herself off as he stood up. He picked her up, walking to her bedroom. He threw her on the bed getting in between her legs. She prepped herself up to see what he was doing as he kissed her up along her thighs.

He licked along her folds as she let out a huge sigh. He moved his tongue in slow circular motion applying pressure. “Oh shit, just like that.” she gasped. He moved his tongue downward to her entrance. She started to grind herself against his mouth, basically using him.

“That’s it, use my fucking mouth bitch.” he grunted. His tongue was demonic. She wasn’t expecting to come so close but damn was she getting a run for her money.

“FUCK! ERIK! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM...”

“Who’s stopping you?” he said to her. Within a couple of seconds, she came all over his tongue in lips with a piercing scream.

“Ass up face down. I’m beating that shit up until I’m done.” he grunted out at her. She turned on her stomach before lifting her ass in the air, creating the perfect arch.

Coming from behind, he entered her nice and slow as he winced. “Shit don’t make no sense. Why you giving me this good pussy, huh?” he said fucking her and she moaned. “I ain’t tell you again, answer me.”

“Because your dick feel so good in my pussy daddy..” she moaned out, gripping the sheets. She started fucking him back at the same pace. “Cum inside me please... I want it so bad.” she moaned as he smiled.

“Yeah, beg for my shit. Nasty Ass,” he grunted slapping her ass making her scream.. “Pussy making a straight up mess on my dick... shit fucking creaming.” he said looking at his dick. He paused her movement as she gasped at the sudden halt.

Erik was in a complete shock about what was happening. He was finally digging in her guts and he was about to bust all in her. He pulled out flipping her on her back as he settled in between her lips.

“Baby...” she moaned out as he smiled. Genuinely smiled.

“Talk to me..” he whispered kissing her shoulders as she shuttered.

“I’m so close.. please baby.” she whispered back looking into his eyes. The energy in the room instantly shifted. They weren’t fucking any more, they were making love.

He inserted himself inside of her as she let out at a satisfied sigh. He gave her slow strokes as he put his hands behind her to hold himself up. The strokes were slow and deep.

(Y/N) thought that the only sex she could enjoy was rough and hard, but she was just proven wrong about everything. She was loved this feeling. She didn’t know if it was because it was with Erik, but she needed more of this.

Erik was in his own world. His main focus was to make her cum. And he was close to itg just by the feeling. She was gripping him to the point where it was hard for him to move.

“Loosen up ma, shit tight as hell.” he said chuckling as she moaned.

“I’m sorry I’m so close..” she said as he nodded. He was close too, and most likely was going to cum before her.

Within a couple of seconds later he came deep. She felt his heavy load paint her walls, that triggered her own orgasm. She clawed at his back, definitely drawing a bit of blood. He collapsed right beside her as they both looked at each other.

“You do know that means that you are mine, right?” he said to her as she chuckled looking up at the ceiling. “I’m serious. I’m the only one that need to be getting all in that, you understand me?” he said as she nodded.

“Loud and clear..” she whispered before tucking herself under the covers.

“Quick question... why did you start doing it?” he asked as she sighed.

“Like two years ago, money got real tight. I started doing it, honestly I thought that it was just gonna be something for me to extra money on but than I blew up, and I started to get a lot of money from it. Now, I make enough money on it to pay all my bills, plus more. Including my job down at the restaurant.” she admitted to him.

“Hm, well I understand..” he said. Their was a sudden silence until he spoke up again.

“You could join me on my Only Fans. My fans would love seeing you fuck me.” she joked as he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Shit, I don’t mind.”

“Wait you serious.”

“Dead ass.”

The next morning, Erik woke up in the bed, where it was empty. The smell of her cooking made him get out of the bed. After brushing his teeth and what not, he made his way into the kitchen to see she was making homemade pancakes.

The only thing she had on was one of Erik’s T-Shirts that he left over her the last time he was here, with some a pair of boy shorts. “Good morning.” he said walking behind her wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her neck as she smiled.

“Good morning to you too.” she placed the batter on the counter, turning around to look at him.

“Mm, you smell good.” he said. “I’m so glad that I can finally call you mine.” he replied as she smiled at him. Here she was thinking that it was just something said in the moment, but she was glad the feelings were genuinely real.

“I am too..”

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sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. ��that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.

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