#holland march my beloved

[pettyprocrastination]

Jackson Healy is giving me the energy of a tired jaded javier pena post-dea

[kenposting]

AAHSJDKFJDJAKENDKFJDJSKANSK SCREAMINGGGGGGGGG

[scorchedmazes]

i love how he tRIES TO GET UP WHEN HIS ARM IS SLASHED OPEN— RIDING IN AN AMBULANCE—TO THE HOSPITAL. i actually hate him.

[elusivewildflower]

Ryan Gosling Characters - Fic Masterlist

key: ❀ fluff | ⍟ angst | ❣ smut

▪ ✿ ▪ THE GRAY MAN ▪ ✿ ▪

The Other Fitzroy - Sierra Six x Fitzroy! Reader - Unfinished

You’re Donald Fitzroy’s eldest niece, and Claire’s older sister. Your world is turned upside down when your family is kidnapped by Lloyd, and your two-year long secret is about to be revealed.

Part One (7.5k | ⍟ ❣) Part Two (6.3k | ⍟) Part Three (5.8k | ❀ ⍟)

Santa, Baby - Future Christmas w/ Court x Fitzroy! Reader (3k | ❀❣)

Wide Open Spaces - Cowboy! Court x F! Reader - In Progress

After ending your five-year relationship, you find out your beloved Aunt left you her small Ranch out in the country. Desperate to get away from the city, you happily move several states away for a fresh start. What happens when you find out your new neighbor is a hot single dad? (Court and Claire have taken on their new life of father & daughter after the events of the movie and settled down on a ranch.)

Part One (4k | ⍟)

▪ ✿ ▪ Oneshots ▪ ✿ ▪

Taking Orders - Sierra Six x F! Reader (2k | ❣)

▪ ✿ ▪ Drabbles ▪ ✿ ▪

Needy - Sierra Six x F! Reader (916 | ❣)

▪ ✿ ▪ THE NICE GUYS ▪ ✿ ▪

Holly's Babysitter Series - Holland March x F! Reader - Unfinished

Sunday Breakfast (1.8k | ❀) First Date (2k)

▪ ✿ ▪ Oneshots ▪ ✿ ▪

Just Another Case - Holland March x Private Investigator! Reader (3.2k)

▪ ✿ ▪ DRIVE ▪ ✿ ▪

Hot Neighbor Series - Driver x F! Reader - Unfinished

Hot Neighbor to the Rescue (2.6k | ⍟)

▪ ✿ ▪ THE PLACE BEYOND THE PINES ▪ ✿ ▪

▪ ✿ ▪ Oneshots ▪ ✿ ▪

I Want You to Stay - Luke Glanton x F! Reader (2.2k)

▪ ✿ ▪ BLADERUNNER 2049 ▪ ✿ ▪

▪ ✿ ▪ Drabbles ▪ ✿ ▪

Dance with Me - Officer K x F! Reader (872 | ❀)

▪ ✿ ▪ GANGSTER SQUAD ▪ ✿ ▪

▪ ✿ ▪ Oneshots ▪ ✿ ▪

Take My Last Name - Sgt. Jerry Wooters x F! Reader (1.8k | ⍟❀) 

[industryhbo]

Thanks so much everyone!!! I've had so much fun giffing and screaming about these shows with y'all on here. I appreciate all of my followers so so much!

To celebrate, I'm taking a poll of your favorite characters! I'll make gifsets for the 3 most popular characters from each show. Click the link below for more details and go vote!

(voting is closed!)

Tagging some dear beloved mutuals who helped me get here:

@margoterobbies @devilmns @officialkendallroy @ianmckellen @kazs-inej @naiey @jamietarrt @indiemovies @harrison-ford @djats @natscatorccio @trueloveistreacherous @taiturner @chrrispine @heroeddiemunson @hotgirlcoded @beldros @machine-slays-dragons @bqrbie @jennifersbod @holland-march @kendallroycos @theedorksinlove @mayasbishops @fightingdragonswithwho @girljeremystrong @merrypembertons @magnusedom @capinejghafa @maygrant @thetwinsinlaw @kingofscoops @afalsegcd @tuseranita @sheisraging @buckleydiaz @danieljradcliffe @evilly @rileykeouhg @kendalroys @sdktrs12 @pedgito @dirchristophernolan @mandy-lane @willaferreyras @officialjeremystrong @stars-bean @belivet @decidemp3 @romanoy

(signal boost if you want but no pressure!)

[isadomna]

Isabel of Castile, First Duchess of York

Isabel was the third of four children of King Pedro I, also known as Pedro the Cruel, who ruled the Crown of Castile from 1350. Her mother was the vivacious and intelligent Maria de Padilla, often described as Pedro's mistress. In 1361, when Isabel was only six, her mother died. The following year, Pedro declared that he and Maria had been lawfully married before he was forced to espouse his estranged French wife, Blanche of Bourbon, who was by then also dead, some said murdered by her husband. His claim of an earlier marriage was subsequently endorsed by the Cortes, thus legitimising Pedro's children by Maria. Pedro was killed by his illegitimate half-brother and deadly enemy Enrique of Trastámara in March 1369. Trastámara became King Enrique II of Castile.

Isabel accompanied her elder sister Constanza to England, and married Edmund of Langley, son of Edward III and Philippa of Hainault, in 1472 at Wallingford, as part of a dynastic alliance in furtherance of the Plantagenet claim to the crown of Castile. Isabel was only 16 or 17 to Edmund’s 31, and brought him no lands or income or even the promise of such because her sister Constanza – who married Edmund’s elder brother John of Gaunt as his second wife – was their father’s heir. John and Constanza spent many years trying unsuccessfully to claim her late father’s throne from her illegitimate half-uncle Enrique of Trastamara, while Edmund and Isabel were required to give up any claims to the kingdom of Castile and were not compensated.

As a result of her marriage, Isabel became the first of a total of eleven women who became Duchess of York. She was appointed a Lady of the Garter in 1379. In their twenty years of marriage, the Duke and Duchess of York had three children:

Edward of Norwich, Duke of York

Constance

Richard of Conisburgh, Earl of Cambridge

Contemporary sources suggest that Edmund and Isabel were an ill-matched pair and their relationship was a rocky one, with Isabel accused of having an affair with John Holland, Duke of Exeter and half-brother to Richard II. The affair is believed to have started as early as 1374 and likely continued for a decade. As a result of her indiscretions, Isabel left behind a tarnished reputation. The chronicler Thomas Walsingham considered her to have somewhat loose morals.

John Holland has also been suggested as the real father of Isabel’s youngest son, Richard of Conisburgh, who was the grandfather of Edward IV and Richard III. The fact that his father Edmund of Langley and brother Edward, both, left him out of their wills has fuelled this theory. However, leaving a son out of your will was not entirely unusual, and Richard had died when his brother made his will.

Isabel of Castile died in December 1392 at the age of about 37 and was buried at Langley Priory in Hertfordshire. In her will, Isabel left items and gifts of money to close relatives by blood or marriage, and to numerous servants of hers, men and women. Isabel referred to Edmund of Langley as her "very honoured lord and husband of York", and left him all her horses, all her beds including the cushions, bedspreads, canopies and everything else that went with them, her best brooch, her best gold cup, and her "large primer". Isabel named King Richard II as her heir, requesting him to grant her younger son, Richard, an annuity of 500 marks. Isabel left nothing at all to her older sister Constanza, duchess of Lancaster, and failed even to mention her. Isabel doesn't forget John Holland in her will, at this time married to Elizabeth of Lancaster, John of Gaunt's daughter.

About 11 months later her widower married Joan Holland, niece of Isabel's supposed lover, John Holland. In another bizarre family twist, it was Joan’s brother, Edmund Holland, Earl of Kent, who had an affair – and an illegitimate daughter – with Constance of York, the daughter of Edmund and Isabel. In Edmund’s own will of 1400 he requested burial ‘near my beloved Isabele, formerly my consort.’  Despite Isabel of Castile's bad reputation and supposedly having been involved in a court scandal that humiliated her husband, Edmund seems to have felt great affection for her as demonstrated by his willingness to rest eternally with Isabel and not with his second wife.

Source:

[permanentreverie]

16, 36, 44 !!

16. favourite trilogy: i feel like i’m legally binded to say lotr. but there are SO many fantastic trilogies i’ve read, some that stand out are the beartown trilogy by fredrik backman, the mistborn trilogy by brandon sanderson, the poppy war trilogy by r.f. kuang, and the folk of the air trilogy by holly black!! are some that i just can’t choose between

36. your absolute most favourite characters from any book you’ve ever read: percy jackson my beloved 🫶🏻 jude duarte from tfota and jo march from little women as well, and kell/holland from adsom are also up there

44. the books who’s stories have become a part of your makeup: the book thief by markus zusak, narnia by c.s. lewis, les miserables by victor hugo, little women by louisa may alcott, and the night circus by erin morgenstern

book asks for self-proclaimed book worms

[duesternis]

1, 4, 12, 21, 33 please!

HI ED :D

who is/are your comfort character(s)? My comfort characters are probably more aplenty than i am aware, but the first that come to mind will be listed here! Donquixote Rosinante and Trafalgar Law from One Piece (he's my dad and my son) Dezza and Fairholme lol Holland March and Jack Healy from The nice guys Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara from Naruto

4. which cryptyd being do you believe in? GHOSTS

12. what kind of day is it? Honestly? all over the place lol started alright but a bit messy (work shenanigans yadda yadda). I had a great lunch (beef kung pao my beloved) but then i couldn't really get back into work-gear and had to stay longer to hit my quota. Came home and my sister is running a fever, worrying me. And then I check my finances and see that my old boss didn't pay me for december yet, so yeah. Gonna have a lil soda and some snacks and write some fic probably, to give it a positive end lol

21. something you’ve kept since childhood? lots of stuffed animals ( a bear, two dogs, a ladybug), my dolls (safely tucked away in storage), my milk teeth and my old teddy backpack (Bruno my beloved with the broken zipper), my two favourite bandanas AND SO MUCH MORE STUFF CHEESUS LOL 33. the last adventure you’ve been on? very small adventure, but last saturday i drove into a parking garage where you have to get a ticket and pay before you drive out for the first time! All by my own! a bit harrowing, but fun!

[pumpkinbutt700]

What I Read in 2024

January:

The Seduction of the Crimson Rose by Lauren Willig

The Temptation of the Night Jasmine by Lauren Wilig

The Watchers by AM Shine

Hench by Natalie Zina Walschots

The Writing Retreat by Julia Bartz

February:

I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman

The God of Endings by Jacqueline Holland

My Year of Meats by Ruth Ozeki

The Mischief of the Mistletoe by Lauren Willig

A Dowry of Blood by ST Gibson

The Betrayal of the Blood Lilly by Lauren Willig

Beloved by Toni Morrison

March:

The Rabbit Hutch by Tess Gunty

Night Film by Marisha Pessl

Velvet Was the Night by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

My Sister's Big Fat Indian Wedding by Sajni Patel

April:

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

The Orchid Affair by Lauren Willig

The Garden Intrigue by Lauren Willig

Ivy & Intrigue: A Very Selwick Christmas by Lauren Willig

Away in a Manger: A Very Turnip Wedding Night by Lauren Willig

Bunny & Biscuits: A Very Dorrington Valentine's Day by Lauren Willig

If There Be Thorns by VC Andrews

Seeds of Yesterday by VC Andrews

Seven Devils by Laura Lam & Elizabeth May

May:

Seven Mercies by Laura Lam & Elizabeth May

A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon

The Takedown by Lily Chu

Bestiary by K Ming Chang (DNFed 130 pages in)

My Imaginary Mary by Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton, Jodi Meadows

Squad by Maggie Tokuda-Hall and Lisa Sterle

Devilman G by Go Nagai and Rui Takato, Volume 1-5

The Passion of the Purple Plumeria by Lauren Willig

June:

The Mark of the Midnight Manzanilla by Lauren Willig

Their Vicious Games by Joelle Wellington

Bug Boys Vol 1 by Laura Knetzger

Apostles of Mercy by Lindsay Ellis

Heaven by VC Andrews

July:

The Lure of the Moonflower by Lauren Willig

Dark Angel by VC Andrews

Fallen Hearts by VC Andrews

The Genesis of Misery by Neon Yang

August:

Just Pretend by Tori Sharp

A Lethal Lady by Nekesa Afia

Persephone Station by Stina Leicht

September:

Blackwater by Jeannette Arroyo and Ren Graham

Filthy Rich Fae by Geneva Lee

The Exhibition of Persephone Q by Jessi Jezewska Stevens

[sirdindjarin]

Hello sunshine! Would you happen to be planning on sharing any more Six with us anytime soon? The way you write him is absolutely perfect and I can’t get enough. Thanks!

First, thank you so much for the compliment!!!

And to answer your question, I absolutely do. I love that man. Writing for him gave me the confidence to branch out and write other people I love so much.

I will 100% write for him again. I have WIPs for him and Holland March and I really believe when Barbie (2023) comes out I will be spiraling heavily into my beloved Ryan Gosling.

[atlanticcanada]

'Unsung heroes': Mary Janet MacDonald shares stories, recipes of 12 women in new cookbook

A beloved Cape Breton baker is sharing the stories and recipes of 12 inspiring women in her new cookbook.

Known for her cinnamon rolls and cheery disposition, Mary Janet MacDonald became famous during the COVID-19 pandemic for her Facebook Live show, "Tunes and Wooden Spoons."

Since then, the Port Hood, N.S., resident has earned followers from around the world and has produced two cookbooks.

MacDonald's fame started following a request for family members to share her baking skills online during the pandemic.

"We have three children out west, and our daughter Margie was a teacher out there and she just said, one day on the phone back in March of 2020, 'Mom, we've got to do something. Why don't you just go on Facebook Live and show people how to make your cinnamon rolls, because we all love your cinnamon rolls,'"MacDonald recalls.

She says she never expected the show to become what it is today.

"So, it was just going to be a one-off. So, I did it and I didn't know how to even technically do that, but we managed," says MacDonald. "And we were on lockdown and we couldn't believe just the love that came from everybody from that first show."

MacDonald says, following that first appearance, her granddaughter helped her come up with a name for the show. It didn’t take long for “Tunes and Wooden Spoons” to take off.

"The force was there from the people who needed a pastime, I believe, and it just kind of happened every Sunday then, and here we are.”

Every Sunday, MacDonald invites viewers into her Cape Breton kitchen via Facebook Live to follow along as she makes her favourite recipes.

Along with viewers around the world, MacDonald's community has been supportive of her new venture.

"I love that I can talk about my community and Port Hood and Cape Breton, and use it as a platform to encourage people just to come and visit, you know? [It's] a beautiful island, and the cinnamon rolls, well, I make them all the time and the grandchildren just love them," she says.

MacDonald says her first cookbook, "Tunes and Wooden Spoons: Recipes from a Cape Breton Kitchen," mainly focused on recipes that were passed down to her over the years, as well as things that she loves to make.

Her second cookbook, "Tunes and Wooden Spoons: Love without Measure," focuses on 12 women and their recipes, as well as ideas from her friends and family.

"They supplied me with lots of recipes, plus more of my own, and I think as co-author, my daughter who started it all is a photographer in her pastime, and she took all of the pictures," says MacDonald. "I wanted a picture of every recipe and she complied, and I think it's a really pretty book to look at and I think people will enjoy the stories and the recipes."

As to how she narrowed it down to just 12 women, she says she tried to select different cultures to provide a variety of options.

"So, we have the Mi'kmaq, we have an Acadian woman, we have a Dutch woman who came here from Holland after World War II and her story, and just great bakers.”

MacDonald says the 12 women featured in her new cookbook are all in their 80s and 90s-- except for one, who was 106.

"I think it was so nice to feature women like that who were the backbone of their family and unsung heroes who had just kept their family going on the farms," she says.

MacDonald's cookbooks can be found online.

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/EUB4cO6

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Thoughts on the Met’s 2022-23 Season

“But Savannah,” you say, “you basically already knew the entire season like two weeks ago because of the Future Met Wiki, if not for longer.” Well, but now we know for realsies. This is what’s actually happening. And so, here we go:

thank FUCK no Netrebko in Aida

unusual to do just one big run for Bohème in the spring instead of several smaller runs. anyway, some nice casting in there

I’m legit so excited for Champion y’all have no idea. if this is anything remotely like Fire it’ll be a MASTERPIECE

DIALOGUES!!! THAT CAST!!! SABINE DEVIEILHE IN HER MET DEBUT!!!

wait, Don Carlo is getting an HD with N*trebko??? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I AM GOING TO SUE THE METROPOLITAN OPERA (not actually but yeah)

okay but the Don Giovanni cast (Peter Mattei heart eyes forever)

see, we could even have a Schultz/Camarena Elisir HD but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (also Maestri as Dulcamara *chef’s kiss*)

the Carsen Falstaff is GLORIOUS but not having Maestri in the title role is a CRIME (it’s Michael Volle)

FUCKING KNEW THAT FEDORA WOULD BE A MCVICAR PROD (also that cast and those set models *heart eyes*)

Cutler and van den Heever in Hollander whoop whoop

I’m so pumped for The Hours and the divas that’s all

OR YOU COULD HAVE FUCKING HD’D THIS IDOMENEO WITH MICHAEL FUCKING SPYRES AND YING FANG MY BELOVED

and that’s a top-tier group of individuals for Lady Macbeth

okay but the Girard Lohengrin looks GORG and the cast looks EXCITING

hope they keep this Taymor Flute at least for the holidays for a while

that Medea photo looks SO COOL and also that CAAAAAAAAAAST

that Norma cast looks EXCITING 

so excited to see Peter Grimes back on the Met stage (also am I like the only person who actually liked this production?)

THOSE RIGOLETTO CASTS (December 8 Lisette Oropesa and Benjamin Bernheim as Gilda and the Duke!!! the only time their runs overlap alas)

nice Rosenkavalier cast I must say

pulling out all the stops for the Toscas, I see

three lovely Traviata casts, but why did they pick to HD the one that didn’t have Enkhbat or Rucinski as Germont :/

and I’m quite intrigued by the Zauberflote, both cast and production

Met Opera Live in HD:

so on Monday, I made the following predictions for the Met’s Live in HD series:

October 8, 2022: Tosca (Kurzak/Fabiano/Lundgren)

October 22, 2022: Medea (Radvanovsky/Polenzani)

Met Premiere/New Production/First Time Live In HD

December 10, 2022: The Hours (Fleming/DiDonato/O’Hara)

Met Premiere/New Production/First Time Live In HD

January 14, 2023: Fedora (Yoncheva/Beczala/Feola/Rucinski)

New Production/First Time Live In HD

March 4, 2023: La traviata (Blue/Popov/Rucinski)

March 18, 2023: Lohengrin (Beczala/Wilson/Goerke)

New Production/First Time Live In HD

April 15, 2023: Der Rosenkavalier (Davidsen/Leonard/Morley)

April 29, 2023: Champion (Owens/Green/Moore/Blythe)

Met Premiere/New Production/First Time Live In HD

May 20, 2023: Don Giovanni (Mattei/Plachetka/Lombardi/Martinez/Fang)

New Production—note: not the first time Live in HD

June 3, 2023: Die Zauberflöte (Brownlee/Morley/Lewek/Oliemans/Held)

New Production—note: not the first time Live in HD

so as I turned out, I predicted 80% of the broadcasts and 90% of the operas (picked the wrong run for one) correctly. the two I missed were the two November broadcasts: Traviata is actually the November cast with Sierra (eee!!!), Costello, and Salsi (meh). 

and then of course, Don Carlo, HD’d on November 19 solely as a vanity showcase for Anna fucking Netrebko.

I do have to say, though, the rest of the cast is pretty great: Russell Thomas in the title role (about fucking time someone gave him an HD part bigger than Ismaele), Anita Rachvelishvili as Éboli (FUCK YES), Gunther Groissbock as Filippo (assuming, of course, that he is in line with the Met’s vaccination policies), Peter Mattei as Rodrigo (HOORAY!!!), and John Relyea reprising the Grand Inquisitor. 

but yeah, this is just so OBVIOUSLY a vanity showcase for Netrebko by the Met management, so...bad taste in my mouth. 

but otherwise, both the full season and the HD season don’t look half bad!

[kenposting]

PLEASEEE

[wannabemobwife]

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: You Didn’t Get to Heaven But, You Made it Close

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield

-Warnings: Language, Fighting, possible typos, hospital scenes

-Words: 4.6K

Chapter 4: You Didn’t Get to Heaven But, You Made it Close

Words: 4.6K

The night was a typical one at the Holland household. Earlier that night, Rosie helped you cook dinner, spaghetti and meatballs, a Holland family dinner favorite. Dinner was quiet, Tom had been ignoring Parker for multiple reasons, mainly the ultimatum but also he was still angered by the recklessness of his son the other night.

Only the sound of slight flickering of the chandelier candles, could be heard. It was a deafening silence that consumed them. No one wanting to speak up and risk and argument forming. Dinner ended quicker than it began and everyone excused themselves.

Tom and you sat by the fire in the living room while their kids closed themselves off for the night. Not giving another thought to their kids. Little did they know, Parker had a date that night. And after dinner ceased, planned his escape.

“Tommy, I think it’s about time we turn in,” you said.

“Y/N, I don’t know what we’re going to do.” Tom whispered with a somber voice.

“About what baby?”

“Parker. The threat. Everything,” Tom was beyond stressed at the moment.

“Shh, we’ll figure it out. We always do,” you said rubbing the back of Tom’s head and Tom nodded in response

“Now come on, why don’t I put your mind at ease,” you whispered seductively.

“Are you talking about some good lovin’?” Tom inquired moving his eyebrows up and down.

“You’re such a dork. I was, we’ll see now.”

“Aww don’t be like that, you’re such a tease.” “Oh you love it,” you said. “Yes, I do,” Tom shouted following you up the stairs.

“I think I’m going to take a shower, care to join me?” You exclaimed cheekily.

“Love, you don’t have ask me twice” Tom said. How could you be anymore perfect? The day ended even more perfectly.

After they showered, you both changed into wannabe pajamas, for you, a tank top and some shorts and Tom wore a pair of boxers. They were all set to watch a little TV and hop under the covers when tiredness overcame them, falling asleep in each others arms. Absolutely content with everything in your life, everyone in the family was safe, nothing had come of the note yet.

“I love you, darling,” Tom whispered pressing his lips to your hairline.

You were already fast asleep. How did he get, you, this amazing woman to fall in love with him? The night soon fell into pitch darkness, however Tom’s phone ringing, startling him out of his deep sleep.

“Hello?” Tom answered it with a groggy voice.

“Is this Mr. Holland, father of Parker Holland?” A woman on the other line spoke.

“Yes, this is. Who the fuck is this?” Tom said rather rudely just being woken up.

“Sir, I’m calling from Kingston Memorial Hospital. Your son has been involved in an accident.”

“Fuck, I’m on my way.” Tom muttered as he hung up

“Angel wake up, something is wrong with Parker,” Tom whispered, shaking you awake.

“Tommy, what? What’s wrong?” You muttered as you stirred awake.

“Just get dressed.” Tom said.

Driving like a madman and disregarding all traffic signals, they all eventually arrived at the hospital. Not giving anything else a second thought.

They all piled into the Rolls Royce. Tom drove, for the first time in a long time, always having someone drive him. You sat in the passenger seat, clutching Tom’s hand and hoping to god your baby boy was okay.

You hadn’t even bothered to wear proper clothes, you wore mix-matched shoes, shorts, a tank top and an overcoat to stay warm. Rosie was like her mother, only wearing a hoodie and pajama bottoms. Tom on the other hand was more put together, wearing a regular t-shirt and pants along with the same pair of shoes, unlike, you, his wife.

Barging through the sliding doors, Tom made his presence known.

“Parker Holland, where is he?” Tom screamed as he marched up to the receptionist.

“I’m sorry sir, hold on a moment,” the nurse clad in light blue scrubs said.

“NO! Fuck this. Parker Holland, tell me where the fuck he is before I blow your brains out.” Tom shouted and flashed his pistol.

“Alright Sir, just please put the gun away,” the nurse pleaded.

“He is in room 202,” she concluded.

“Thank you, come on Tommy,” you replied, pulling your husband away.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, the moment you saw your baby boy lying unconscious in a hospital bed.

“I’m sorry, are you family?” asked the doctor as everyone funneled in the room.

“Yes, we are his parents,” Tom concluded

“I’m his sister,” Rosie spoke up, trying not to be forgotten.

“Good. Parker has a mild concussion, a few broken ribs, and he came in with a ruptured spleen which was taken care of during surgery. The anesthesia should be wearing off any moment now,” the doctor explained.

“Parker? Baby? It’s mommy. Please wake up,” you whispered to your son while petting his head, trying not cry at his busted lip and swollen eye.

“Mr. Holland? Sorry to disturb you but, the police would like to talk with you” a nurse informed Tom. Tom nodded with a blank expression, not letting his eyes stray away from his son.

“Follow me, sir,” the nurse concluded as she led him out of the room.

“Mom, is Parker going to be okay?” Rosie inquired. “I hope so” you responded with a hoarse voice from crying. Rosie wrapped her arms around you, comforting you,

You were so used to you being the one waking up in a hospital bed. At first, dating Tom and eventually marrying him, put a huge target on your back. Never experiencing the crippling fear of losing the one you love most.

Meanwhile, Tom was conversing with the cops who were on the scene. “Sir, your son was a victim to an assault that happened earlier at The Luxe, a nightclub downtown,” explained one of the cops. They stood tall, attempting to act macho but failing. The notorious mobster scared them. The stories, alone, spread on the street was enough to make a grown man soil his pants.

One of them was a man around age 45, looked like he had a pension and drove a hybrid car. Old but tried too hard to be young again. The other was a woman, rather young, possibly new to force. Both of them oblivious to man they were questioning. Unaware of Tom’s business and status. “What? I don’t understand.” Tom was puzzled, he knew his son snuck out, but to a nightclub, why? “It seemed like the moment it was made known that he was a Holland, they let him in,” interjected one of the officers. “Alright, anything else? If you don’t mind I would like to get back to my family.” Tom concluded, bothered by their pestering. “Your son wasn’t alone?” “What?” “There was another body found at the scene. A female about 16 years old, her ID labeled her as Charlotte Owens. She was shot in the abdomen and found dead at the scene,” the officer informed Tom. “Did your son know this woman?” asked the first officer, holding up her driver’s license. “Nope. Never heard of her. I’m sorry to hear about her, wrong place wrong time I guess.” Tom couldn’t tell them the truth, he only needed to protect his family right now and if that meant blatantly lying to the authorities it was worth it. “Your son really had no connection to Ms. Owens?” asked the second policeman.

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Mr. Holland, when we found your son he was covered in blood, not his own.” “What… are you accusing my son of murder? I’ll have you know I can have both your jobs in an instant,” Tom yelled, astounded at such an accusation.

“Sir, are you threatening us?” said the cops growing defensive. “No. Just making you aware of the situation. Tell Captain Reid I, Tom Holland, says ‘I’ll call him tomorrow, if you guys can’t do your jobs and leave me and my family alone”” Tom knew what he was doing. You don’t get to be the most powerful man in London by not having the police Captain in your pocket.

“We’re sorry sir, it won’t happen again,” the cops said, realizing they might have just made a very powerful enemy.

“I should hope so, if you have anymore questions here’s my business card and I suggest you don’t bother me again,” Tom concluded.

“Yes, sir. Have good rest of your night,” they said but Tom ignored them as he made a call.

“Tom? Do you know what time it is?” Harrison answered after a few rings, probably consumed by deep sleep.

“Haz I’m at the hospital.” Tom spoke with a somber voice.

“What? What happened?” Haz said all panicky. “Parker snuck out and got beaten up. A hit had to be on him. He was with his girlfriend. She didn’t make it.” “Jesus Christ. I’m on my way. Is it Kingston Memorial?” Harrison inquired. “Yes, also bring Henry I have a feeling Parker is going to need some moral support.” “Alright, be there soon mate.”

Parker was coming out of his deep sleep. His body begged for it, desperately needing to heal. He took quite a beating.

“Woah, woah. Where am I?” Parker asked, confused by his surroundings.

“Honey you’re at the hospital, don’t move you’ll hurt yourself.” You exclaimed. Parker soon realized everything that had transpired that night.

“They killed her,” Parker whispered as his eyes went cold. Every moment flashing before his eyes. One minute she was dancing, full of life and the next lying his arms dead.

“What? Who, honey?” You asked just relieved that your son was awake. “Charlotte.” Tom said walking in as you burst into tears at the vocalization of Charlotte’s name.

“What? Parker you need to tell me what happened. I thought you were in your room,” you pestered, only concerned about her son’s well being.

“I snuck out and my girlfriend got killed. What more is there to tell?” Parker said raising his voice and showing off his beloved Tom’s temper.

“I’m sorry. Charlotte just wanted me to be there to celebrate her birthday. I’m so sorry. If it weren’t for me she would still be alive,” Parker explained, tears slipping from his eyes.

“Shh baby, you can explain later. Just get some rest,” you concluded and Parker nodded in response.

“Mom, I’m gonna get some air,” Rosie said, wanting to be sick at the thought of Charlotte’s demise. She walked aimlessly around the hospital, making her way outside by the ambulance entrance.

Her breathing rapidly increased, she was hyperventilating. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she whispered to herself.

Collapsing against the wall, she sunk to the ground and brought her knees to her chest. Parker being the older sibling, knew more of the family business and tried to shield Rosie as much as possible. Not wanting to see her dad littered with blood after a hard day’s work.

“Rosie?” Henry asked with concern, seeing her sitting on the ground with tears streaming down her face.

“Hey, hey, hey. I got you. You’re okay. I got you.” Henry whispered bringing her into his embrace.

“Henry. I’m so glad you’re here.” She said, not letting go.

“Roo, you gotta tell me what happened? My dad wouldn’t say anything.”

“Parker got hurt when he snuck into a nightclub with Charlotte and she—“ Rosie bawled, her voice cracking and not finishing the sentence.

“It’s gonna be okay. Parker is okay right?” Henry asked and Rosie nodded in response. “Charlotte though, she…” Rosie having trouble finding the words. She knew the words but, the moment she said them they became 10 times more real. “Come on, Rosie, spit it out.” Henry said, trying not to alarm her. “She’s dead. She’s dead and I was awful to her.” Rosie stammered. “Oh my god. How?” Henry gasped, trying to wrap his head around the news. “She was shot. I know it’s not my fault but I can’t shake the feeling that I had something to do with it.” “Rosie you can’t think like that. It was an accident,” Henry whispered, comforting the trembling girl beside him. “Hey come here, I got you Roo. You’re safe with me.” Henry whispered pressing a kiss to Rosie’s forehead. She was actually starting to grow fond of the nickname, only when it was Henry who said it.

“I know this is a bad time, but I have to tell you something,” Henry whispered, trying to find the guts to tell this amazingly perfect girl the truth. “Yeah,” Rosie responded, eager for his response. “Rosie, I…” Henry tried to say but was soon interrupted with Rosie’s lips on hers. The kiss was soft yet full of passionate. Their lips melded together like two puzzle pieces. Both their eyes fluttered shut as euphoria consumed them, finally breaking away to breathe.

“I like you a lot, I have for awhile,” Rosie said, shying away from his face.

“Rosie, I really like you too,” he whispered, bringing his hand to caress her cheek.

“Really?” Rosie asked dumbfounded. “Yeah, what’s not to love,” he said and brought her into another chaste kiss. This time lingering longer as his lips brushed against hers. This was everything they both desired.

In the Parker’s hospital room, Tom and Harrison were conversing. Stuff was happening right under Tom’s nose at the estate and he was fed up with it.

“Who do you think it could be?” Haz asked, trying to get to the bottom of this before it blows up. “God knows who, I have countless enemies. Barnes, Roberts, most likely Carson,” Tom said, trying not to alarm, you, his sleeping wife or son. “Alright, I’ll inform the others to be on high alert,” Haz concluded. “We will have a meeting first thing tomorrow morning, I want everyone there.” “Yes, sir.”

“Enough Haz, you don’t need to be formal” Tom chuckled. “I know it just makes you laugh sometimes and you need that right now,” Harrison said, being the comic relief in times of crisis.

“Dad?” Parker whispered, coming out of his deep sleep.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Tom exclaimed. “It’s fine. Can I ask you something” Parker inquired.

“Mmmhm,” Tom acknowledged. “How’d you deal with all those times almost losing mum?” Parker inquired.

“I won’t lie to you, I was a wreck” Tom explained. Seeing his son like this, brought Tom back to the time you were kidnapped and tortured. You two had only been going out for a year at the time and it was a huge turning point in your relationship.

At the time, Tom was in the middle of a turf war with James Graham, another mobster who predated Tom. You and Tom had just moved into together. Everything was smooth sailing up until that point. It was the night of your anniversary, going to the restaurant you went on your first date. You were dressed in a red, Tom’s favorite color not much of a surprise there, satin dress which hugged your figure perfectly. You had made your way to “Casa Nostra,” the little Italian restaurant that was very dear to your heart.

You sat down at your usual table with your usual drink, a gin and tonic, and fell in love with the ambience. Once in a while glancing at your watch, Tom was late. It was puzzling because Tom was everything and of those things was punctual. Tom was currently, stuck at the “office,” swamped with paper work.

“Vincent can you call Y/N? Tell her I’m sorry for being late and I’ll be there in 30 mins,” Tom asked one of his men. “Yes of course boss,” Vincent concluded as the phone suddenly rang.

“Oh, what’d you know, its her right here,” “Thanks Vincent, I got it from here,” Tom said grabbing the phone and dismissing him out of his office.

“I’m so sorry love. I’ll be there in 30 mins tops. Order what every you want to start with, may a suggest a bottle of Dom Pérignon. I promise I’ll be there. I love you,” Tom exclaimed hoping you would understand.

Who was he kidding of course you would understand. You were always so kind and considerate of everyone else’s feelings, he knew you wouldn’t be mad.

“Oh, no worries. I’m fine, just enjoying a few drinks. See you when you get here. I love you too. Remember don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you replied.

Drinking gin and tonic one after the another to pass the time, you had gotten up to make a phone call. 10 mins had past since you entered the establishment and your driver had dropped you off and stayed in the parked car. You made your way to the bathroom. Coming out of the stall having finished and washed your hands. In the reflection of the mirror, stood a tall figure one who looked like he could break your neck with one snap.

A gasp exited your lips as the assailant lunged toward you. Launching towards the bathroom walls, banging you head against the wall and the tile once your body hit the floor. All you heard were muffled screams you assumed belonged to the other patrons of the restaurants. Followed by several gunshots before you fell into complete and utter darkness.

You woke up to mind-numbing pain and throbbing pain to your head, your wrists fasten to a metal chair and wet, thick liquid dripping down the side of your face.

“Glad to see you are awake. Could I get you anything, water maybe?” Graham inquired tauntingly. “Fuck you, Graham. What the fuck am I doing here?” You yelled as you tried to escape your restraints.

James Graham had been a rival of the Hollands for decades. Always craving more power than there was to go around. The Holland’s enjoyed their freedom at the top of the food chain.

They were and are the most dangerous predator out there. When one of the less powerful predators gets a taste for blood, they won’t stop til they have decimated the rest of the population.

“Wow, who knew such a pretty girl like you would have such a mouth on her,” he quipped.

“Tom’s gonna come for me and when he does he will show no mercy,” you said, your voice tainted with hope.

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” he chuckled. “Why me? Why didn’t you just go after him yourself?” “I suggest you shut your fucking trap before I put a bullet through your skull,” He barked, slapping you straight across the face. Leaving a small imprint of his hand. Right before, he yanked your hair back, entangling all your strands in his fingers. All the pain caused tears to fall.

“I guess that seemed to shut you up. Better hope, your man hurries or he is going have to carry your decaying body out of this hell hole,” Graham taunted. “Why are you doing this?” you asked. “Your corpse would make Tom shatter. To get to him, I have kill you. You are his weakness. It will be the end of him, the end of Tom Holland,” he spoke with a tight grip on your jaw, leaving tiny bruises.

“Well, better get started cause one way or another you’ll be dead by sunrise.” He said, delivering a swift punch to your stomach. One after the other.

“I’ve had my fun. Boys, do you want to get a few licks in?” “It would be my pleasure, boss,” his men snickered as they made their way over to you. Alternating who punched and when. “Have your fun, but no guns. Tom needs to see the pain she felt. I’ll be upstairs.” Graham explained while leaving you alone with his men.

Meanwhile, Tom was finally free of work and on his way to enjoy a lovely night with you. A year spent together was really testament. He already felt so guilty for ditching you for 30 mins, he had some ideas of how he would make it up to you.

He arrived to a massacre at the restaurant. Not a single soul was found alive anywhere, they had all been shot. Searching for you, along with the other casualties, you were nowhere to be found.

Only explanation, you were taken by Graham. The lack of gravitas when it came to killing led to one person, James Graham. You were the only thing on his mind right now and Graham was behind it all. He quickly pulled his phone out and dialed the last person he wanted to see tonight.

“Oh Tom, what do I owe this pleasure?” Graham said cheekily. “Where the fuck is she, Graham?” Tom barked, not fucking around. “Sorry Tommy, I’m afraid you’re mistaken. Who?”

“Graham, I swear to fucking god if you hurt a hair on her head there will be hell to pay,” Tom gritted his teeth.

“It’s a little late for that.” Graham stated. “TOM!” You screamed in the background. “Let me talk to her,” Tom pleaded. “Alright, I’m not a monster. Hope she has some good last words for you now.” “It’s for you,” Graham said, holding the phone to your ear. “Y/N? Are you okay? Where are you?” Tom said with concern. He blamed himself for you being in this position. Sure, you had come from a mob family but, nothing like this happened. It was because of him. He was in love you, which made you his biggest weakness.

“I’m fine, don’t listen to him, I’m sorry we didn’t get our second date,” you said, trying to put Tom’s mind at ease. “You mean anniversary date. Oh… Baby, I’m going to find you. Trust me” “I do, I love—“ the conversation soon ended when Graham pulled the phone away and pummeled into your cheekbone, causing red to seep out. Only winces from pain and quiet sobs were heard on the other line.

“Aww, did you say your fucking marriage vows or shit? Too bad you’ll never see her in a wedding dress,” Graham snickered. “Graham, I’m coming for you and for your sake, I suggest you fucking run like the pussy you are,” Tom threatened as he hung up. He knew where you were thank to you subtle hint and he desperately needed backup. How could he go in there guns blazing when it’s just him.

“Haz, Y/N has been taken. Gather all the men I know where she is,” Tom said into the phone. “What? Where is she?” Haz inquired “She’s at the marina, our second date.”

Tom drove to where your second date was, the marina. He needed to know you were okay, the phone call didn’t give him much to go on. Haz and the other men soon arrived all in black SUVs.

“She’s in there. On my count. 1, 2, 3!” Haz said, instructing the soldiers. Tom let Haz take the lead on this one so he could focus on you.

Busting through the doors, guns went off a split second later. Flooring most of Graham’s men. Tom and Haz found you looking half dead strapped to a chair in the middle of the room.

“Love we have to get you out of here” Tom said, trying to run up to you until he was stopped by sound of a gun cocking against your head. Tears slipped as your came face to head with the barrel of a gun.

“Come any closer and she’s dead. Now drop the gun,” Graham shouted.

“Do you think I’m playing around. DROP IT!!!” Tom slowly put his gun on the ground, trying to stall enough for Harrison to be behind him.

“Duck!” Tom yelled, hitting the deck as Haz fired 3 shots. Striking Graham right between the eyes, and the chest twice. A thud soon followed and you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Tom rushed over to you, cutting off your restraints.

“Y/N. Oh darling, I’m so sorry,” Tom cried.

“It’s ok, you got me now, that’s all that matters,” you said growing more weak in his arms “We gotta get you to a hospital come on,” he said, wrapping his arm around you shoulder as he walked.

This was the first time Tom had brought you to the hospital. Who knew it would be the first of many instances. He hated hospitals, all the sickness that lingered in the air.

You had been in surgery for an hour, the doctors were in the process of fixing your internal bleeding. All those punches, ruptured one of your kidneys. Now you were resting in your hospital bed with Tom attached to your side, refusing to let go of your hand.

Tom had been a wreck, sure it was only two hours but the most dreadful two hours of his life. He knew you would be okay, but all he wanted to do was hold you in his arms.

“Hi Tommy,” you whispered, beginning to wake. “God you scared the fucking hell out of me, please don’t ever scare me like that again. I need to know you are okay,” Tom exclaimed. “I’m okay, I promise.” “Yes and you will be from now on…. Tomorrow Jared, my driver, will help you gather your stuff from the house. I’ll have someone else take care of the furniture. Do you have a place to stay?” Tom explained.

“What? Why are you doing this?” you said, confusingly.

“I love you Y/N, this is the only way I can guarantee your safety.” “Tom, don’t push me away.”

“None of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for me. You wouldn’t be lying here half fucking dead. You should just forget about me,” Tom pleaded. “Hey, look at me. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not,” you said, standing your ground. “Y/N, I’m damaged goods. This your chance, go live the your life without getting blood on your hands.”

“Tom, I think you forget that I already have blood on my hands. There is nothing you can say or do that would ever make me leave you.”

Tom knew in the moment, you were his and one day he might regret your words. Thank god you stuck around or he wouldn’t have the family he has today. You and Tom even still make it a priority to spend your anniversary at Casa Nostra.

Parker needed reassurance, just like Tom did when he asked you to leave him, after your kidnapping. Tom never wanted himself to be the reason for your demise. He could never forgive himself.

“Dad, I just don’t know how to move on from this. It hurts so bad,” Parker pleaded.

“She’s dead because of me. All I want to do is hold her. She didn’t deserve any of this,” Parker cried. “I know, it wasn’t your fault though,” Tom reassured.

“How is it not? The men specifically asked for me, I’m the reason she is dead!” Parker exclaimed.

“How do I make the pain go away?” he said, desperate for a quick remedy. “It will eventually, you just need time,” Tom explained to his devastated son. “No, what I need is revenge,” Parker said forcing a shocked expression upon Tom’s face.

“I’ll do it, dad” Parker concluded with a new found confidence.

“Do what, P?” Tom inquired.

“I’ll be the next you, be the next Holland that strikes fear.”

“I’m in, teach me to be the best fucking mobster this world has every seen.” These were the words Tom was wishing his son would’ve said a week ago, but there’s no time like the present. “It would be my pleasure. I always knew you had it in you,” Tom said rather excitedly.

“This is the only way I can avenge Charlotte. They won’t know what hit them.” Something in Parker changed. A switch had flipped in his brain. The innocent boy was now a shell of person, demanding revenge. He was out for blood.

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas Series Masterlist

Author note: Feel free to be asked to be added to the taglist if you want :)

Taglist: @thenoddingbunny-blog @adriannauni @dummiesshort

[histoireettralala]

An assessment of Davout-

Davout died of consumption, aged 53 years, on June 1, 1823. Marshal Jourdan spoke a fitting eulogy at the Cemetery of Père-Lachaise, and old soldiers mourned the passing of "the Iron Marshal" who, despite his severe demeanor and carelessness of popularity, had always had the interests of his soldiers at heart, second only to those of his family and to his unbending concept of duty.

A paragon of virtue is rarely popular, and it is not difficult to understand why Davout was disliked by so many of his contemporaries. His unexpected appointment to the marshalate in 1804 caused resentment among such less fortunate officers as Marmont and Gouvion St Cyr. His proven ability as a commander from Auerstädt onward attracted envy, as well as respect, from the less gifted, particularly as Davout was never slow to criticize shortcomings in others in the most forthright terms. At Konigsberg in 1812, a Dutch general recalled: "He treated Rear-Admiral Baste in an indecent fashion in my presence, and spoke to him with such injurious words that I could not conceive how he dared to thus address a senior French commander, nor he to put up with it." The balding, short-sighted marshal had little time for social graces, however exalted his audience. "Marshal Davout's visit has been got over," wrote the duchess of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld with evident relief on March 19, 1809. "It was a weary business trying to enliven him, for it is impossible to be more stolid and uncommunicative than was this thoroughly unpleasant man. His face betrays that he can be very harsh and brutal though not specially spiteful." On certain occasions however, he was known to apologize publicly for undue brusqueness or downright rudeness.

Davout's unflinching sense of duty made him a tricky colleague to serve with. He was forever seeking out evidence of disloyalty or treason; and if a man indulged in any "irregularities", whether of a political or a venal nature, which came to his attention, he could expect short shrift from the austere and unsmiling Burgundian. To his incorruptibility was allied a total, chilling ruthlessness. "If the Emperor told Maret [Minister of Foreign Affairs] and myself to destroy Paris and everyone in it, Maret would keep the secret but warn his family. I would not even warn my family for fear the secret might leak out." And yet he was an affectionate husband to his second wife and a good and caring father to his children. If his first marriage proved a disaster and served only to increase his introspective isolation, his union to Aimée Leclerc in 1801 proved a great success. It produced eight children, only four of whom survived infancy; and although the exigencies of Napoleonic service made for long absences, the marshal's thoughts were often directed toward his family and the beloved estate at Savigny-sur-Orge they purchased in 1802. From Holland he sent Aimée tulip bulbs "for your garden", and from Germany in mid-1813 "some Saxon linen; the people here are famous for it, and I think you will like it." Her indifferent health gave him cause for concern, but the happiness of his personal life proved a major solace and support through tempestuous times.

Part of the drive behind Davout was a strong ambition. He enjoyed his ducal title and princedom, even if he found the financial concomitants of high social rank difficult to bear - and several times Napoleon had to take steps to ensure his servant's continued liquidity. He may also have aspired to the crown of a re-created kingdom of Poland- an ambition that led to a cool relationship with Jérôme Bonaparte, King of Westphalia from 1810. His particular foes among the marshals were Bernadotte ("the miserable Ponte-Corvo"), Berthier (from April 1809), and Murat, whom he regarded from mid-1812 as a military incompetent, even a "madman". He was not, however, without friends. In early days he was close to General Marceau and then Desaix. Until his death, he got on well with his brother-in-law, General Leclerc, and was friendly with Oudinot (until 1815), Duroc, and Bessières. He was cordial with General Friant, and particularly appreciative of Gudin. But he was always a hard and unbending disciplinarian, bearing down ruthlessly on his subordinates (earning thereby the positive dislike of Lasalle, Morand, and even Gudin, but never forfeiting their respect).

Concerning his relationship with his rank and file, few, if any, among his fellow marshals showed greater solicitude for their welfare. His formations were famous for being equipped correctly down to the last detail, and pay and rations were usually issued on time. In return Davout expected- and enforced- total obedience and good discipline. Pillaging was severely repressed, and in 1811 it was noted with wonder that "chickens wandered about the barracks without fear" in the area of the marshal's Corps of Observation on the Elbe. At the same time, no commander was more inflexible in demanding his full measure of regional "contributions", whether in cash on in kind, for the proper maintenance of his formations. But his consistency was appreciated by Poles and Germans alike, and some termed him "the Just".

Davout was also known to his opponents with excellent reason as "the Terrible". His command skills became outstanding and although he never had the opportunity to demonstrate his ability to wage a full campaign on his own (Hamburg was an exceptionnal case), only Masséna and possibly Suchet rivaled his intellectual and experiential pre-eminence. Murat, Ney, and Lannes may have had more fire and dash in action and been more adulated by their men, but none had more personal coural- both physical and moral- than Davout, peering at the field of battle through his spectacles. He was the quintessential professional soldier of first-rate quality, military skill and determination; and if his reputation suffered during the retreat from Moscow, his showings at Auerstädt, Eckmühl, and Hamburg placed him in the foremost category of the marshalate even if "no one ever accused the 'Iron Marshal' of being well-liked, much less loved, by his comrades-in-arms."

This cold, appraising aloofness was one characteristic that recommended Davout to Napoleon, who liked to play his marshals off against one another. From 1800 he also appreciated his unquestioning loyalty, which lasted until the second abdication. It is also possible that from Auerstädt onward there was a tincture of envy and suspicion, and Davout's enemies, such as Bourienne, Marmont and Thiébault made determined efforts to besmirch his repute. But Napoleon's declaration on St Helena that "Davout was one of the purest glories of France" was, despite its hyperbole, not far from the mark.

David G. Chandler- Napoleon's Marshals.

[spidernerdsblog]

I forgot that you existed: Chapter Two

A/N: Chapter two is here. Tensed situation arising between our ex lovers. Hope you like it. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary : It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realise you are still not done with each other.

Warnings: none

Mini playlist: Endgame by Taylor Swift

Music playing from car stereo

I don't wanna touch you (I don't wanna be)

Just another ex-love (You don't wanna see)

I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you)

Like the other girls do

I don't wanna hurt you (I just wanna be)

Drinkin' on a beach with (You all over me)

I know what they all say

But I ain't tryna play

I wanna be your endgame

I wanna be your first string

I wanna be your A Team

I wanna be your endgame, endgame

 You leaned on Tom's shoulder as he drove the car. Your hot breath falling on his neck as you start kissing his sweet spot behind his ears as he lets out a soft moan. Your hand intertwining with his free hand resting on his thigh. "Stop it love" Tom mumbled softly.

"Tom" you said softly "Tom!" This time you called his name loudly and Tom suddenly broke out of his trance and was brought to reality it wasn't you but it was his beloved fiancee Eleanor . She straightened herself to look at him with concerned eyes "is anything wrong Tommy?"

 "No love everything is fine" he reassured her

 His attention went to the song playing. He frowned and said "just this song irks me, not a fan actually of such kind of songs."

 "Seriously Tom, how can you not be a fan of Y/N, her songs are too good." El started gushing over you.

 "Yeah I know you are a huge fan of hers but I prefer old school hip hop." Lies.

He was your biggest fan since childhood though he doesn't admit it now but he is very proud of you. Seeing you grow into such a big star makes him admire you more. After so many years he still adores you and your songs. He was nervous to meet you and be in close proximity to you for so many days. Yes he still had feelings for you and that is why your songs wreaked havoc in his mind making him feel your presence even if you were far away from his life. He sometimes feels guilty that he isn't being true to El as soon she is going to be his wife and you still reside in his heart. He can never love anyone as he did to you. El was a very humble, sweet, understanding and smart person whom he got to know through one of his friends. Soon both of them found they had a lot in common, small chats turned into dates and then to a full fledged relationship for 2 years. Dom and Nikki approved their relationship and wanted their son to settle down and finally see him happy. Tom wasn't much excited about the wedding so all the planning he left on El.

 It was around noon when you three finally arrived at the beach house. You were filled with nostalgia as you had lots of fond memories connected with this place. There were a total of  5 bedrooms in the house. 2 were reserved for the couples, one for Tom and another for Harrison's other two friends Ed and Chloe, the others had to share. You liked the sea facing rooms and there were only two on the first floor. You immediately ran upstairs. You suddenly stopped in front of the first room and glanced at the empty room which once belonged to only you.

 Sounds of laughter "Tom stop.. Please oh I can't breathe" you said giggling as Tom tickled you even more. You both laid on the bed and laughed. You took out your phone to take a selfie to capture this moment. Tom kissed your cheek as you clicked the photo. You threw the phone on the bed and climbed on top of him straddling him around the waist as you planted soft kisses on his forehead, his cheeks and lips. You sat back to admire him " I love you so much Tommy" . He rolled you over to be on top of you

" Love you too princess." As he connected his lips onto yours.

 You brushed aside your thoughts as you went to the adjacent room and placed your luggage on the floor. Zendaya came with her luggage afterwards. It was a nice room with a queen sized bed and thankfully an attached bathroom.

 "You don't snore right?" Zendaya chuckled

 "Don't know about snoring but I do kick in my sleep." You laughed.

 "Okay let's freshen up first then we can start unpacking our things." Z said

 "Yeah you go first I need to make a call to my second mom." you chuckled.

You had three missed calls from Alex which left you wondering what was the matter. You put your airpods on and called him. You came out of the room as you started strolling in the corridor.

 "Seriously you don't trust me do you? I have barely spent a day here and you have already called me three times."

 "It was important the company wants you to do a concert at the beach carnival there."

"What! Dude I'm on a vacation and they expect me to do a concert."

 "Yeah it will be nice for the promotion, kind of a tour actually and I think it's good only for you to keep you distracted from, you know what I mean"

 "I don't know I need time to think"

 "There is nothing to think the concert is on the last day of your stay so you will get to enjoy your vacation as well as do a little interaction with your fans good for your rep."

 "Still I need to think Alex . I have to go for rehearsals then I need to know the whole schedule of the event. It's a lot of work."

 "I'll handle those things and get you in touch with the event manager, don't worry."

 You were walking backwards through the corridor as you were talking, you suddenly bumped into a solid sturdy figure, you lost your balance letting out a light shriek as you thought you were about to fall, instead you felt two strong arms catch hold of you, one hand on your back and one wrapped around your waist. You fluttered opened your eyes and your eyes were met with those familiar hazel brown eyes and loose brown curls falling over his face. Tom looked at you with concerned eyes; he himself couldn't stop admiring you. This is the closest he has come to you in the past few years. Your familiar lavender scent was intoxicating for him, he also noticed that your hair is longer than before which made you look more beautiful. You two were so lost in the moment that the whole world hazed out for you. Both felt a warm feeling inside.

But you were brought to reality as Alex started talking.

 "Y/N are you there? what happened?"

 You pulled away from Tom's hold as you stood straight and stuttered

"yea…Yeah I'm fine can I…Can I talk to you later? I'll think and tell you okay"

 "Okay honey bye take care love you"

 "Yeah bye love you too Alex"

 As you turned back to Tom you both blurted out "I'm sorry"

 "No no it was totally my fault I wasn't looking where I was going" you said eagerly.

 "It's okay" Tom said

 You purse your lips and smiled as you were about to turn to go to your room he spoke again

 "By the way Hi! meeting you after a long time."

 You sheepishly looked at him "yeah Hi"

"So how have you been?"

 You were a little taken aback by his warm gesture because he had almost stopped talking to you after the whole breakup "I'm fine, how are you?"

 "I'm fine too" . Tom was about to say something but you were interrupted by a loud shriek

 "Oh My God!!! I can't believe this Y/N Y/L/N" excitement in her voice. "I'm such a huge fan of yours." She pulled you in a tight hug you didn't get the time to process what was happening as you looked wide eyed first to Tom and then to the girl.

 "Oh sorry Hi I'm Eleanor you can call me El I'm Tom's fiance nice to meet you." Your eyes immediately went to the big shining rock adorning her ring finger. A tinge of jealousy creeping inside you.

 "Hey! nice to meet to you too"

 She turned towards Tom and asked "you guys know her ? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Tom fumbled at his words "umm.. Yeah we have been together since childhood." He looked at you as he continued speaking "then she left and we lost touch" the last line was obviously directed to you.

 "Uh ah correction it was you who lost contact because I was always in touch with the boys. By the way where are they? Can't wait to meet them."

 "They will be here in any second I guess" El said

"I can't believe you know each other since childhood, he always says that he doesn't like your songs"

 "Oh does he?" you looked at him quirking your eyebrow

 "No I didn't say that I don't like her songs I just said it's not my type"

 "Yeah yeah I know you're an old grandpa you prefer old school stuff." you said sarcastically

 "You are coming to our wedding right?" El asked

 You looked at Tom "umm I don't think I'm invited besides I may not have time to attend it. When is it by the way?"

 "Next year in March"

 "Great!! Wish you both a happy married life."

 "Uh ah.. I'm not accepting your bland wishes. You are invited to our wedding and you have to sing at our reception."

 "I would love to honey maybe I'll compose something specially for you guys but I don't think your husband will like that as he hates my songs" you looked at Tom

"Oh leave Tom anyways he has given me all the responsibility of planning the wedding so you are coming and that's final."

 "Okay dear as you wish" you placed a hand on her cheek and smiled.

 " Let's take a selfie. I really want to capture this moment," El insisted. You stood in the middle one hand on Tom's shoulder and the other on El's. You all smiled as she clicked the picture.

 Suddenly there was a lot of noise of people laughing and shouting and you immediately ran down the stairs. There stood Harry, Sam, Paddy, Tuwaine in the middle of the living room. As they saw you they ran towards you and circled around you for a giant hug.

 "Hey!! Y/N missed you so much so happy to see you again"

 "Me too guys"

 "We are going to have lots of fun this time gonna do everything we used to do when we were kids." Paddy said beaming with joy.

 You smiled and you all hugged again. Your eyes went up the stairs to find Tom staring at you. You looked away as you started chatting with them. Jacob, Ed and Chloe also came in later.

………………….

Zendaya and Harrison were sitting on the couch as you kept pacing the room

 "Seriously Y/N it isn't a big deal. It was just an accident stop stressing out about it."

 "It is serious for me Z . The first day on my trip I fell into my ex's arms and had a moment don't know about him but it was definitely a moment for me. And then there is his fiance who is such a sweet and humble person who doesn't have any clue of what relation I share with her husband.Why did I give into your plan God only knows uggh!!!" You sat between them on the couch holding your head. 

 Harrison wrapped his hands around your shoulders and tried to comfort you.

 "I know it's a bit weird for you to be around El due to your past with him but please for my sake try to tolerate just for 10 days."

 "You have vodka right?" you asked

 "Uh yeah why?" Haz looked at you confused

 "I'm exclusively reserving it for me because I'm gonna need it for the next 10 days if I have to stay here." You smirked

 "Tom, are we there yet can I open my eyes?"

"Patience love patience" Tom said, covering your eyes as he led you towards the beach.

It was your 16th birthday and your families had decided to celebrate on the beach house. Tom had told you that he has a surprise planned for you and you were growing impatient to know what it is. You both finally reached the spot Tom removed his hand from your eyes and you slowly opened your eyes as you saw the sea in front of you, waves thrashing on the shore. You looked around to see that he had decorated candles around you in the shape of a heart.

 "Seriously this is your surprise?" you asked him confused.

 "No love, the best part is yet to come."

He kneeled on his right leg as he took out a box from his pocket. He opened it to reveal a sparkling ring. He took it in his hand. He took your left hand and slid it in your ring finger and said

"Y/N Y/L/N will you be my girlfriend forever?

I liked you since childhood but didn't have the courage to say because I thought you were just a passing crush and you are my best friend and didn't want to ruin our friendship. But now I know that I feel happy when you are around, I like to spend time with you, that I love you. You don't have to say yes but I really wanted to say this to you.

 Your eyes were filled with tears, you bent down and kissed him to stop him from talking anymore .Tom gets a little shocked at your sudden act but then he kisses you back. You pull back after sometime as you cup his face with your hands.

"I liked you too Tommy and yes I will be your girlfriend for lifetime.

You looked at the ring to admire it.

"I know this isn't a real diamond because I can't afford a real one right now" Tom said scratching his head

"Your love is worth more than a thousand diamonds." you said as you kissed him again

 You were standing at the porch leaning on a pillar as you sipped into your cola can. You looked at the ring on your finger that Tom gave you. Out of habit you used to wear it everyday but now it's time to let go of it you thought.

 "So you finally had the courage to come here." Tom said grinning.

 What?! You frowned

 You previously thought maybe he's over it and now you two can be on good terms but you were wrong as here he is in front of you again being all cocky.

 "I mean after all these years you finally came here"

 "Firstly, this is my best friend's 30th birthday so couldn't afford to miss it. Secondly stop prioritizing yourself Tom, not everybody's lives revolve around you, not mine, at least" you scoffed

 "Yeah because your life's current priority is Alex right?"

 Was he jealous after he heard you talking to Alex you thought in your mind.

"What? Seriously Tom" you smiled and shook your head. He is my manager and he's like an elder brother, a mentor to me. Why even am I clarifying to you? You don't owe me anything so just leave if you don't have anything else to say."

 "I just came to say that stay away from El. She is my fiance."

 "Yeah I know she is your fiance you posted it on Instagram dufus. I even congratulated you and I had expected a thank you from your side but never mind. "

 It was three months ago you were at your LA residence enjoying an off day. You were scrolling through your Instagram. When you saw the post with the caption she said yes❤️💍. Even after your breakup you guys followed each other to avoid any kind of gossip by the tabloids. You both were very private person so you never went official with your relationship but there were rumours of you two being together which eventually died down. For the first few minutes you didn't know how to react to the whole thing. The life you once imagined for yourselves he is living it but you are no more in it. Your eyes welled up but you overcame your emotions and felt happy that at least one of you is finally going to be happy in life. You liked the picture and commented congratulations🎊❤️❤️❤️.

  "And I also know that she doesn't know about me. Why didn't you tell her about me? Scared of the feelings you still have for me huh?" You smirked

 "Just shut up Y/N. I hate you and that's never gonna change. And you are not gonna tell her anything okay!"

 "But I love you Tommy." You grinned

 Tom scoffed, rolling his eyes and frustrated he started to walk away.

 You called him back "Oi!! Don't worry I'm not gonna tell her anything but I'll still advise you to go and tell her. It will be better and less awkward if she gets to know it from you rather than from anyone else. Trust is the foundation of a relationship, don't break it."

 "Look who is talking about trust and relationships. It's our matter, we can handle it, don't need your advice."

 "Okay cool" you gave a thumbs up

 You really felt exhausted after the whole conversation putting up a no care attitude was really hard as you were totally bothered by the whole ordeal.

………………

 After you and Zendaya finished unpacking your stuff she was exhausted and so decided to get some rest. You on the other hand decided to go for a stroll near the cliff. It was one of your favorite places to go. That place gave you peace and tranquility. You slid your sling bag around your shoulder and put your lyrics notebook inside it. You used to always carry that everywhere whenever you get an idea you note it down in it. You walked along the seashore feeling the cool sea breeze all over your body. You reached the cliff and took a deep breath standing on the edge. You looked over the sea the sun was setting with a golden and orange hue spread across the horizon. It was enchanting. Suddenly some ideas started coming in your head so you took out your notebook and started scribbling on it.

 "What'cha writing?" You were startled by the question you looked back to see Tom climbing the cliff towards you

 "What came to push me down the cliff?" You asked sarcastically

 He rolled his eyes "no seriously what are you writing?"

 "It's none of your business "

 "Come on you can tell me about your new song"

 "I can but first tell me what happens in Avengers 5?"

 Tom shook his head and laughed

 "What?! I'm serious I really can't wait for the movie. Are you bringing back Tony Stark or not. I still cry watching endgame."

"Marvel still doesn't trust me so can't say" he laughed as he took a deep breath and said "I really like this place".

 "Yeah me too"

 "I'm really happy that you came Y/N everyone missed you for the past years"

"And what about you?"

 "Yeah I also did a little." You both smiled.

 You are still confused at what Tom is trying to do. A few moments ago he was being all so mean and rude to you that you were almost about to have a breakdown and now he is here telling you that he missed you. What game are you trying to play with my mind Holland you thought.

You were looking away as Tom stole a glance of you. He really felt guilty, he wanted to apologize for his behavior but showing his anger towards you he thought was the only way to stay far from you. He had a lot of things to say to you but didn't know how to say he missed the time when he could say you everything without any hesitation but now things seemed very complicated for both of you.

 "By the way you look beautiful with long hair. It suits you. "

 You felt a warmth rising in your cheeks as you blushed. You tucked in the stray hair strands flying in the sea breeze behind your ear.

"Umm thanks you look handsome too as always." You smiled awkwardly

 Both looked at each other for a moment then you broke the silence "umm okay then I think I should get going see you around"

 "Yeah sure" Tom nodded

 You turned to go as Tom called you "Y/N! I'm really happy for you. I really am."

 You turned and smiled softly "the feeling is mutual Holland".

Taglists: to be added send a message or ask I'll be happy to add you in the following chapters.

@sophs-library​ @sleepybesson​ @spideyparkerstark​ @itstaskeen​ @milli86​

 @astridcommings