#yes i put thomas brodie sangster in here

[evesmascarade]

Suffering sweet like sickness scarred to a laugh, she’s my witness starting to crack. —Oliver Riot

[the-fiction-witch]

How Much?

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Smut

I hummed my little tune as I stood in the monochromatic bathroom and I got dressed for the work ahead. I have worked for this company for a good few years now. It was easy money. Some jobs could make a pretty fun night. The Odd Rich Boy Bachelor party Or Bankers Party bus could make you a few thousand pounds a night for really just showing up. I once had a man tip me a pair of Tiffany earrings just for serving his drink with ice. But I did like the small quieter jobs some days. It certainly was nice to have the smaller jobs as you always knew you'd get paid. This. Was one of my more favoured.

I left the little bathroom and headed into the little London house, the place well-decorated and recently renovated, littered with items most of which I didn't know much about. I had this job for about a year or so now, I was hired, as a maid my job was to come on every other Friday from four till six and clean the house topless in a little maid skirt. I suppose it sounds strange, but it's a fairly normal ask in this job. I don't question why people want me to do it, they are willing to pay me so I don't ask. Some people are just into that sort of thing. And it paid extremely well for what little work was actually required, Go around with a fluffy duster, push a vacuum around, wash the dishes with a bunch of soapy bubbles that sort of thing. I had met the guy who owned the house a couple of times mostly in passing but I didn't know much about him, Most of the time he wasn't here. He worked away a lot, but the house had a few of those little motion-detecting security camera's lot of people have for pets and often when I'd been over I'd get a tip from him showing that no matter where exactly he was in the world he would always take the time to sit and watch me work. What he does with the video's, Not my business. What he does do while watching them? well, I can imagine but again not my business. Today he was actually here and sat on the sofa reading some paperwork in jeans and a silk skirt so I smiled at him as I got my duster and began my work going around picking up all his little items and dusting the place all with him and sitting watching me. "Pass me a light would you maid girl," He asked, So I spotted a lighter on the table and went over to him as he had a cigarette hung from his lips so I clicked the lighter on and lit the end for him

"Here you are, sir." "Thank you very much," He smiled blowing me a kiss as I went back to work "I haven't been here while you work for ages. I've really missed you," "You've still seen me work," "Yeah, but it's not the same," He shrugged "I missed you," "I missed you too" I smiled as I kept working finding myself upstairs making his bed and he came and leant on the doorframe to watch me as I changed the sheets "y/n?" "Yes sir?" I asked "Just thomas you know that" "Sorry, Yes thomas?" "Bend over." "Yes Thomas" I giggled moving to bend over as much as I could and still work for a moment I was confused why but then it hit me as I caught the sight of the mirrored door on the wardrobe behind me, meaning as I bent over his bed he could watch my ass and pussy in the mirror "There all done" I smiled "Is that all for today Thomas?" "Actually, just before you go" He smirked putting his cigarette out on the ashtray on his chest of draws "Sit." He demanded pushing the centre of my chest so I landed on his bed "This all?" I giggled "I wanna look at you" he smirked “How much for you to spread your legs?” "What?" “How much for you to spread your legs?” "How wide?" "All the way." "A Hundred." "Deal." He smirked grabbing his phone from his pocket and fiddling with it a moment "Done." He smirked turning it to show me he sent it I smiled and did as he asked leaning back on his bed and opening my legs as wide as I could, he smirked leaning on the door frame and staring at me for a while "You're beautiful." he smirked “How much for you to finger yourself?”

"Really?" "Really" "It's expensive." "How much Maid girl?" "Eight Hundred." He glared a moment but opened his phone again "Better be worth it." "It is. I promise" "There you go" I smiled and took my hand to my mouth slipping my fingers inside warming them and licking them before I slowly pulled them out let my hand slip down my body and gently rub on my clit I gasped as I gently circled it playing with it softly before moving my hand down to slip two fingers inside myself, I moved my legs up higher and more apart so he had a better view as I worked pushing my fingers hard often making myself squeal or drip from the pleasure he watched eagerly for a while until he came sitting beside me on the bed he grabbed my wrist so he could control my hand making it go faster and harder as he whispered “How much for you to blow me?” "Depends" "On?" "How you want me." "Humm on your knees. Naked. sucking my dick maid girl." "one-fifty" "Ohh now that is a little too much." He said, "How much just to fuck your tits?" "Two." "Two? Why is that more?" "Messier" I giggled

"Fine." he smirked getting his phone and fiddling a moment and handing it to me as he began to kiss my neck moving his hand from my wrist to circle my clit hard as my fingers worked "You just put in, however much it's gonna cost me for you to get naked. lay on my bed with your legs open, and let me fuck you till I cum" "However much?" "However much it costs. You just type those little numbers in and and well go from there." "It would be a breach of my contract" "you think I care? If you get in any trouble I'll make you my little sugar baby that a deal?" "Deal" I giggled typing the number in and handing it back "Ohhh you are an expensive little thing" he smirked "Humm you worth it though" He smirked sending it through before throwing his phone and dragging me into an intense kiss

[emotionalcadaver]

The Winters Family

Right, so. I do intend to make proper versions of these similar to what I did with Lucy here, but I thought it would be good to just put these out there so you all can have a general idea of what her family looks like. They aren't featured a ton in Love Me Where I'm Most Ruined, but will have much bigger roles in The Hunger Games!AU and Modern!AU I've got planned.

Genevieve Winters

Lucy's mother. A Romani woman originally from Wales. Once spunky and wild, Genny has had her spirit abused and broken by her husband over the years, but loves her children fiercely.

Faceclaim: Olivia Cooke

Victor Winters

Lucy's father. An Englishman originally from Yorkshire. Extremely devout, traditional, and particularly cruel towards women.

Faceclaim: Nikolaj Coster Waldau

Theodore "Teddy" Winters

Yes I am aware of the irony of making Tom Glynn Carney the son of Olivia Cooke but shush okay it was good casting for a reason. Lucy's younger brother, closest to her in age. Mischievous, fun loving, actual bisexual disaster, lives to cause his father grey hairs and lovingly torment his big sister. Besties with Tommy once he and Lucy start dating.

Faceclaim: Tom Glynn Carney

This picture is so modern!Teddy I could cry 🥹.

Elliot Winters

Lucy's second younger brother. An asshole. Follows closely in his father's footsteps. The one Lucy gets along with the least, and the most likely to bully her when they were kids.

Faceclaim: Domhall Gleeson

Patrick "Ricky" Winters

Lucy's third younger brother. Sensitive, a music lover, and people pleaser. Like Elliot, he often does what his father says and emulates his behavior, but this is more out of a desire to please him in order to avoid further abuse than it is genuine maliciousness like Elliot.

Faceclaim: Ross Lynch

William "Wills" Winters

Lucy's youngest brother. The baby of the family, who everyone adores. Very kind, quite sassy and playful when gets older. Smol. Must be protected.

Faceclaim: Thomas Brodie Sangster

Miriam "Miri" Lovell

Lucy's aunt and Genevieve's older sister. Tough, spunky, and resourceful.

Faceclaim: Madeline Brewer

Mercy Lovell

Lucy's cousin. A Romani woman who lives with her mother, Miri and kin in the mountains. Chaotic. Tough as nails. Helped teach Lucy to ride horses bareback, shoot, and fight when she would visit them in the summers when they were kids.

Faceclaim: Samantha Cormier

Matthew Sutton

Lucy's former fiancé and rapist. Became friends with her father while they were in the war together. Possessive, cruel, and petulant.

Faceclaim: Alexander Skarsgard

[lovetheworld-harrypottergirl]

Long Awaited

Pairing : Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader, Maze Runner Cast x Reader

Warnings : Slight swearing

Word count : 5,067

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off, groaning and reaching to switch it off. The room was suddenly filled with a bright light. I groaned again, burying my face into my pillow to get away from the light.

“ Y/n, time to get up.”

“ Noooo, it’s too early!”

“ Babes, you have an interveiw in less than an hour.”

My pillow was taken from me as my manager looked down at me. I grumbled up at her.

“ Jay, it’s too early for this!”

“ Honey, you can’t just lay in bed all day, you gotta get your mind off the dude.”

“ But-”

She held a finger to my lips.

“ Nope, he was bad for you and you know it, you have to move on. Dylans’ manager texted me and said that they’ll be here in 20 to pick you up and take you to the studio.”

“ Jay, do I have to?”

“ Girl, I didn’t help you all this way, ust to see the bright little light you carry be snuffed out by some toxic little son of a bitch. I’ve already picked out an outfit for you, so go take a real quick shower, dry your hair, do yourself some fine ass makeup, and put on the outfit. WHen you come out of that bathroom, you bess be shinning and smiling, you got that?”

I sighed, getting out of bed and grumbling.

“ Yes ma’am.”

“ That’s my girl.”

I walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower and getting in after putting my clothes in the hamper. I washed my hair and body, climbing out within five minutes of getting in the shower. I wrapped my hair up in a towel, sitting down at my makeup counter, putting on a thin layer of foundation and primer before I did the rest of my makeup. I took my hair down, brushing through it before sticking it in a bonnet dryer, curling it after a few minutes of it being dry. I finished my makeup and turned around, my bathrobe around me as I opened the closet and looked at the dress Jay chose for me.

It was a black and white satin mid-thigh dress, with frayed edges at the bottom of the skirt, and gold buttons in the front, with built in black shorts. I slipped it on, twirling a few times to get a feel for it. It was sexy and comfortable, and I couldn’t deny, it was cute. I slipped into a pair of heeled shoes, styled to look like Converse. I looked in the mirror, smiling at what I saw before me.

I didn’t see the same broken girl that had come into the bathroom. Instead, I saw myself looking like a queen. My curls had died down to the point where my hair was waved, beautifully complimenting the golden and bronze eye shimmer I had on. I smiled, spotting clipped to the dress a silver hair pin, with my initials on it. I clipped it to my hair, twirling before leaving the bathroom and heading down to the kitchen, seeing Jay waiting for me.

“ OMG! You look stunning!”

“ Really?”

“ Of course! Anyone that argues that you don’t look like a complete goddess right now needs to go get their eyes checked!”

I laughed, walking over and hugging Jay.

“ Thanks for helping me, I don’t know if I ever would have gotten out of bed if you weren’t my manager.”

“ Anytime honey! That’s what I’m here for! Now, go get going, Dylan’s waiting outside. You go knock them dead sweetheart.”

I giggled, kissing Jay on each of her cheeks.

“ I will, I’ll see you after I get back.”

Jay kissed my cheeks aswell before sending me off, blowing me kisses and wishing me luck. I walked out the door and to the end of the driveway, knocking on the window of Dylans’ car. He unlocked the car, smiling when I climbed in.

“ Wow, you look amazing.”

“ Thanks, Jay picked out the dress.”

“ Well, I’ll make sure to congratulate her on yet another killer look.”

“ Let’s get going, we have an interview to get to.”

Dylan backed out of the drive way and drove the forty two minutes to the set we were having our interview at. We parked the car in the back studio entrance parking lot, hurrying inside. People were all running around, talking into headsets and dashing around with things in their arms. We walked to the dressing rooms, entering through the one with our names. We were met with the sight of a stage manager pacing back and forth, speaking distressidly into a headset.

She turned to look at us when we shut the door, sighing.

“ Nevermind, I’ve got them! Thank God you two are here! Where were you?”

“ Sorry, we got stopped in a bit of traffic.”

“ Ok, well you are both supposed to be walking on stage in twenty seconds. Head back through to Stage 9 and get your makeup done.”

“ That won’t be necessary, I did mine before I left and was able to do Dylans’ during the traffic jam.”

“ Perfect! Just walk on out, they just barely started the interview.”

Dylan and I nodded, heading through the back stage areas to Stage 9, Dylan popping his head out onto stage while the crowd started cheering. We both walked out, James looking at us. The crowd continued cheering as we took our seats lined up with the rest of the cast. The crowd quieted as James looked at the both of us. James looked at me, raising his eyebrow which caused me to stifle a giggle, the crowd laughing a bit.

“ And where were you two just coming from?”

“ Sorry, we got stuck in traffic.”

“ Roads these days, am I right.”

The crowd laughed at James’ remark. He turned his attention to the crowd.

“ Now that we have the whole cast here, let’s go through and let them introduce themselves. How about you all say your name, your favorite color, and your favorite show. Rosa, do you want to start?”

“ Sure! My name is Rosa Salazar, my favorite color is green, as you can tell-”

She motioned down to her pant suit. It was a lovely sage green pant suit, with darker green sequence ligning the hem, and a broch pinned to the front pocket. She wore a cropped undershirt that was tight fitting on her upper chest, showing of the emerald chain necklace around her neck.

“ And, my faorite show would have to be Lost, because if I’m being honest, I’ve always kinda though the Ian Somerhalder is pretty cute.”

We all laughed at Rosa a bit before moving onto the next person. We went through the cast until it came to Thomas, who I had sat by when I had come on stage. James folded his hands, looking at Thomas.

“ I’m Thomas Brodie-Sangster, I don’t have a favorite color I can think of at the moment, and my favorite show is the Vampire Diaries.”

James’ raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“ What? OH!”

The crowd laughed at his response, along with the rest of us. Thomas ponited one of his fingers at James and the other at Dylan, who was dying of laughter.

“ You two! Mouths shut!”

“ Thomas, would you care to enlighten us on why your favorite show is a vampire teen-drama?”

James questioned, looking between me and Thomas. I looked at Thomas, leaning forward a bit.

“ Yeah Thomas, why is that of all others, your favorite show?”

Thomas threw his hands up in the air.

“ Fine, it’s my favorite because of the first two seasons.”

“ Why though is what we want to know?”

Thomas sighed, running his hand over his face.

“ God I hate you all so much.”

We all laughed.

“ It’s my favorite because Y/n is in it.”

Everyone in the crowd ‘ Oooo ’ at the mention of my name. We all laughed except for Thomas, who sat in his seat looking grumpy. I poked his side, causing him to look at me and smile.

“ Stop that, I’m trying to be angry.”

I giggled and leaned over to him, whispering and covering the both of our mics.

“ Well, I think you look a little cute when you’re trying to be quote on quote mad.”

Thomas blushed, clearing his throat. I giggled.

“ Y/n, you’re the last one, go on.”

“ Well, my name is Y/n L/n, my favorite color is blue, and my favorite show is Game of Thrones.”

“ And why is it your favorite?”

“ Because it had two of my best friends in the whole world, and I am not ashamed to admit that Thomas is my best friend.”

James laughed, taking a drink from his mug.

“ Well, let’s get on with the show then. So, I have a few things planned for today, but I first wanted to start with some back ground info. How was it working on the Maze Runner set?”

I raised my hand, grabbing everyones attention.

“ I know the experience was different for everyone, and I think I can say for the majority of us that it was very enjoyable, but I know for me personally it was kinda scary. And I am saying that for two reasons, the first being that there were a lot of stunts that I would sometimes be asked to do myself, and some of those were really scary. Like in the first movie when my character M/n got snatched by a Greiver and carried away, you know when all the Gladers are trying to escape?”

James nodded.

“ Well, the day that we filmed that scene, all of my stunt doubles were sick and wouldn’t be recovered enough until way after the release date was set for.”

I got up from my seat and walked the length of the stage to one of the screen walls.

“ So the directors came up to me and we were just talking, and Wes just casually slipped into the conversation that all my stunt doubles were sick and that I would be doing my own stunts for the rest of the film, and I was just like, ‘ Oh cool, this sounds like it will be a lot of fun’. So we were talking some more and Wes led me over to this-” 

I pointed at the screen, a picture of a giant wall displayed.

“ And I’m just standing there like, ‘ Wow, that’s a big wall’, and I was just thinking to myself about why Wes had led me over there. Wes started talking and said in the calmest voice I had ever heard, ‘ So this is the wall that you are gonna be falling from’.”

The crowd laghed whe I looked at them, then at James.

“ And I was just like, it doesn’t seem to big. So I was trying to calm myself, and I asked Wes for reassurance how high the wall was. He looks me straight in the eyes and says, ‘ Hm, probably about 20-30 feet’, and I hear him and my brain just stopped working for a solid two minutes. But being the person I am, I just told him it was no biggy and that I could do it. So I got my hair and makeup done and headed up to the wall, and when the stunt team got me up there and strapped into my harness, I took one look at the rest of the cast down on the ground and thought, ‘ Well shit’.”

Everyone laughed.

“ So Wes and the other directors shouted up that we were ready and the stunt team replied that I was ready too and to start filming, and I literally shouted that I wasn’t. They thought I was joking because I looked so calm and started rolling. So I tried calling down to Wes to tell him I wasn’t ready, and when I turned around, one of the stunt guys pushed me off the top of the wall. And as I’m falling and screaming, I just hear a snap.”

James gasped a bit, covering his mouth.

“ No-”

I nodded.

“ I look down at my harness, and the end of the cord that was securing me to the top was snapped. So at this point, I’m falling to the ground very quickly and screaming for my life, so I close my eyes and scream as loud as I can in hopes that this word will save me-”

I look at the audience, talking directly to them.

“ Folks, if you have a kid with you right now, you better cover their ears-”

I take a deep breath, switching off my mic so I don’t break it, screaming the word I screamed that day.

“ F*CK!”

The audience laughs, along with James and the others.

“ I scream that word for probably ten seconds before I land on something, and I was a hot mess when the rest of the cast and the directors came running to the giant blod I had landed on, all looking down at me. I was curled up in a little ball and shaking like a leaf, all while latching myself onto part of the blob. A few of the stunt members tried to get me off, but my death grip on the blob was so tight, that they had to bring the rest of the cast up and have them talk to me until I let go. That took about probably five minutes before I latched myself onto Thomas, and he slid the both of us off the blob, and just sat with me and the rest of the cast, all of who were trying to talk to me about anything else. And I think I actually have a video of it on my phone.”

I scrolled through my camera roll, landing on the video that my friend Kylie had sent to me the week following the event. I shouted up to the sound crew.

“ Could I connect it to the screen?”

“ Yep, just a moment!”

The screen turned balck and I pressed an icon on my phone, the video displaying on the large screen as I hit play. It started off with me being pushed from the top of the wall, my shrill scream sounding through the speaker system. Then came the word that killed the entire audience. The video and I looked at James.

“ You can imagine how shaken up I was after this, so when my manager came onto the set from going on a coffee run, you can only imagine what I’m gonna say next. So imagine that most female looking drag queen, with 3 inch long fingernails, walking over and seeing me shaking like a phone on full vibrate, surrounded by the rest of my cast. Let me tell you, my manager Jay is so sweet and takes such good care of me, and I love her for that. So imagine how she reacted when Dylan told her my harness broke during a stunt, and that I was practically free falling from the top of a 20-30 foot tall wall.”

I looked at the audience.

“ So Jay, being the loving person she is made sure I was alright and that I wasn’t hurt, before she started chasing around Wes waving her purse screaming all the things she was going to do if an accident like that ever happened to me again. So, that story is the first reason it can be scary for me, and the other reason is because I was working with people that I felt had a lot more experience than me and I was afraid that at some point Wes would change his mind and give my part to someone else.”

I sat back down next to Thomas and he started speaking.

“ I agree with Y/n that it could sometimes be scary, because I know that on that day, I was terrified when I heard Y/n scream and turned around and saw her harness snap. And I do agree with her that there are two different reasons that it could be scary. One of them was the stunts as well, and I think the rest of the cast minus Y/n feels they know that reading the script can be scarry.”

I looked at Thomas, narrowing my eyebrow.

“ What?”

“ Ok, so a bit of another story time break. So this happened right after everyone had been cast and Wes had invited us all in to read through the first movie script, and we were all doing so, when down the hall we heard someone scream. We all got very alarmed and got up to check it out, walking down the hall and looking into a room. Y/n and her manager were in the room, and Y/n was pacing back and forth across the room, with a discarded script laying on the floor. She was ranting on about something, and we found out that she was going off because she had gotten to the part where Alby got stung, and she had never read the books so she must have been caught very off guard. We found out after we had gotten to know her better that she has a hyper realistic way of reading, so if she reads something, she reacts as though she were actually there, with zero way of controlling how she reacts. So anytime that we would all be reading through the script with Wes and the writers and they knew there was a scene coming up that involved someone dying, they would have Jay take Y/n down the hall to another room, where she would then react as though she were already acting in the scene. So anytime that would happen and some poor new intern or whatever would be walking around and hear her scream, they would quite literally get scared out of their minds.”

“ Wow, I didn’t know that was a thing.”

James and the rest of us went on discussing with one another their experiences of working on set. James transitioned into something different.

“ Alright, how about something different, let talk about you guys. Are there any strange talents or interesting things about any of your fellow cast members that you’ve learned?”

Dylan jumped up.

“ Oh! I know one! I found out that Kaya and Rosa have this weird thing where they can both do impression singing!”

“ What?”

“ Yeah, like if I told them both to sing the song Happy as Snow White, they can both do it.”

“ Wow, ladies? Would you care to demonstrate?”

Kaya and Rosa did just what Dylan said and the crowd cheered. James applauded.

“ Wow, anyone else?”

Thomas smiled at me, speaking into his mic.

“ Y/n/n.”

James looked at me.

“ What?”

Thomas smirked at me, talking to James.

“ Y/n has a few hidden talents she can do.”

“ What? What are they?”

“ Well, she has quite a bit of them.”

“ Thomas-”

“ She has incredible flexibility, she has absolute perfect pitch, she can sing, and she once whistled so high that she broke one of our cameras on set.”

“ Thomas!”

I hit him, but he dogged it, laughing. James looked at me.

“ Would you show us?”

“ No way!”

Dylan turned around towards me, smirking.

“ Y/n, do it.”

“ Or what? You can’t make me!”

“ Do it or I’m going to tell your secret.”

“ You wouldn’t dare!”

“ Oh yes I would, show us your talents or I will.”

I grumbled, standing up and hitting Dylans’ head as I walked past him.

“ Fine, you wanna see my talents?”

The audience roared, cheering my name. I walked to the furthest end of the stage,  bending bawards and doing kick overs until I got halfway down the stage, doing another kick over before landing in the splits with my arms reached behind me and grabbing the leg behind me. The crowd cheered as I flipped myself up, bowing and turning back towards James and the rest of my friends.

“ What do you want to see me do now?”

“ Oh! Do the whistle!”

I sighed, looking at James.

“ Do you have a shatter proof room?”

“ Yeah, I actually do. Monica, take her down the hall to the white room.”

One of the stage managers walked out on stage, leading me back stage and through a hallway. She opened the door to a white room with a single table, and a window in the wall.

“ The window is made of fortified and tempered plastic, so it won’t break, do you need anything?”

“ Go grab three glasses and bring them in here.”

She nodded, running off and leaving me with a camera man and a stage manager. I spoke to the camera.

“ So, it is true I can whistle very loudly, so here is how I do it.”

Monica returned with three glasses, handing them to me. I set them on the table, closing the door and standing by the table, looking through the window at the camera. I set a hand on my diaphram and the other on my back, my palms flat.

“ You have to make sure air is flowing clearly in your lungs and you are straightened, no slouching. Start out with a normal whistle and work your way as high as you can go. I’m just going to show you how this works, so this is my normal whistle-”

I whistled normally, the sound resembling that of a bird.

“ And this is my highest whistle.”

I took a deep breath, directing my mouth down towards the glasses. I whistled normally before I jumped it up to the highest I could, the glasses shattering almost instantly. I bowed, walking out of the room and back onto the stage, the crowd greeting me with applauses and whistles of their own. James looked at me.

“ That was absolutely incredible!”

“ Thank you James, can I sit down now?”

“ No, you still have two more to do: perfect pitch and singing.”

I sighed, looking at James and my friends.

“ What do you want me to do?”

Kaya waved her hand excitedly.

“ Y/n! Do Bang Bang! I’ve always wanted to hear you do that one!”

I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose, walking over to the other stage and over to the mic. I grabbed it and threw it in the air, catching it and stomping my foot on the stage.

“ Hit it!”

The first note played from the speakers, and I let myself enjoy it, signing into the mic and smirking over at my friends.

“ She got a body like an hourglass, but I can give it to you all the time. She got a booty like a Cadillac, but I can send you into overdrive, oh. You've been waiting for that, step on up, swing your bat. See, anybody could be bad to you, you need a good girl to blow your mind, yeah. Bang-bang into the room! I know you want it. Bang-bang all over you! I'll let you have it. Just wait a minute, let me take you there, and wait a minute 'til you- Bang-bang, there goes your heart. I know you want it! Back-back seat of my car, I'll let you have it! Just wait a minute, let me take you there and, wait a minute 'til you-”

I looked over at Thomas, walking off the second stage and onto the main stage, turning his face to mine with my finger tips and smirking.

“ She might've let you hold her hand in school, but I'ma show you how to graduate. No, I don't need to hear you talk the talk, just come and show me what your mama gave! Oh, I heard you've got a very big- Mouth, but don't say a thing. See, anybody could be good to you, you need a bad girl to blow your mind!”

I let the note hang in the air, blowing a kiss to the cheering audience before the sound team turned the music back on when I took on a new section of the stage.

“ Bang-bang into the room! I know you want it. Bang-bang all over you! I'll let you have it. Just wait a minute, let me take you there, and wait a minute 'til you- Bang-bang, there goes your heart. I know you want it! Back-back seat of my car, I'll let you have it! Just wait a minute, let me take you there and, wait a minute 'til you-”

I flipped my hair, looking at Kaya and pointing to her.

“ This part’s for you Kay!”

I took a very quick but deep breath, the words coming naturally to my mind like a sixth sense.

“ It's Myx moscato, it's frizz in a bottle, it's Nicki Full Throttle, it's oh-oh. Swimming in The Grotto, we winning in the lotto', we dipping in the powder blue, four-door. Kitten so good it's dripping on wood, get a ride in the engine that could go. Batman, robbin' it, bang-bang, cocking it Queen Nicki dominant, prominent. It's me, Jessie and Ari', if they test me, they sorry. Ride his, uh, like a Harley then pull off in his Ferrari. If he hanging, we banging, phone ranging, he slanging. It ain't karaoke night but get the mic' 'cause I'm singing- B to the A to the N to the G to the- B to the A to the N to the G to the, hey. See, anybody could be good to you, you need a bad girl to blow your mind, your mind!”

I dragged the note out, holding the mic far away from me, seeing as my voice was already really loud.

“ Bang-bang into the room! I know you want it. Bang-bang all over you! I'll let you have it. Just wait a minute, let me take you there, and wait a minute 'til you- Bang-bang, there goes your heart. I know you want it! Back-back seat of my car, I'll let you have it! Just wait a minute, let me take you there and, wait a minute 'til you- Bang-bang into the room! I know you want it. Bang-bang all over you! I'll let you have it. Just wait a minute, let me take you there, and wait a minute 'til you- Bang-bang, there goes your heart. I know you want it! Back-back seat of my car, I'll let you have it! Just wait a minute, let me take you there and, wait a minute 'til you-”

I slammed my fist in the air when the last note sounded, my chest rising and falling as the audience cheered my name. I took a bow, putting the mic back on its stand walking back over to my seat beside Thomas, sitting down casually. Everyones’ jaws were dropped to the ground practically, minus Kaya and Rosa who were giddy with excitement. James was the first to speak, still awe stricken.

“ Where in the actual Hell did that come from?!"

He looked up towards the sound crew box.

" Was that a recording? Did you guys play like the actual video?"

" No James, that was all me."

The boys were all on their feet, shouting.

" What the heck! I didn't know you could sing!"

" Dude! Seriously, forget about acting and go write music!"

" Arianna, Jessie, and Nikki! We found your voices!"

I laughed, leaning forward and resting my head on Kayas’ shoulder, the both of us going into a laughing fit. After everything calmed down, we finished the interview. As soon as the cameras went off and I stood up, I was tackled to the ground, seeing Ki laying on me.

" Y/n! Why didn't you tell me!?"

" Because I knew you would all react like this! Like seriously, have none of you ever heard me practically screaming that song in my trailer?”

They shook their heads. I brushd them off when Kaya and Rosa ran over to me, hugging me and squealing.

“ Y/n! That was so good!”

“ Thanks Kay.”

“ How long have you been able to sing like that?”

“ As long as I can remember, so probably my whole life.”

“ Wow! Seriously, that was so cool, we should do a karaoke night sometime!”

I giggled.

“ Definitely.”

We all left the stage and walked into one of the dressing rooms, sitting around and talking for a while. I was leaned against a wall, listening to the conversation the rest of the cast was in, when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see Thomas, smiling a bit at me.

“ Hey, can I talk to you?”

“ Sure, do you want to go somewhere to talk?”

“ Yeah.”

I nodded, following Thomas into the hallway and into an empty dressing room. He shut the door behind him, looking at me as I sat down on one of the chairs in the room. My eyes followed him as he sat down across from me, folding his hands and looking at me.

“ Is everything alright?”

“ Yeah, it’s just… I’ve had something on my mind recently.”

“ What is it?”

“ Y/n, I like you, like I really like you. And I think that you’re a beautiful and amazing person, and I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

He took a breath.

“ Would you do me the honnor of being my girlfriend?”

“ Thomas, I-”

“ I understand if you say no, but I just-”

I cut him off, standing up from my chair and walking over to him, guiding his eyes up to mine. I leaned down as I tilted his face up towards mine, pressing my lips to his in a deep and passionate kiss. His hands found their way up towards my waist, pulling me down to him. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling me closer to him as his lips began trailing kisses down my neck. I moaned softly, holding his head closer to my body as he kissed my neck.

He slowly began trailing the kisses back up to my lips, cupping my face with his hand, pulling away for me to regain my breath and resting his forehead on mine. He gently brushed my cheek wth his hand.

“ I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.”

I stiffled a giggle, leaning into his touch, looking into his eyes.

“ I know it might be too soon, but I love you Thomas, since the moment we met I’ve loved you.”

He smiled, pressing a soft and brief kiss to my lips.

“ I love you too darling.”

[zozobruh]

Tag game to better know you

Iva, my dear, tysm for tagging me @b1uetrees <3

what book are you currently reading?

I finally got around to reading Dune! It's going really sloooow since I have been working and trying to write my thesis at the same time, but so far so good! (The 1st movie def didn't do justice to some things oops) 

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

I haven't really been to the cinema this year. Objectively, I would say it was Banshees of Inisherin (which I saw with Iva ofc hehe). In terms of the experience of live screening it def was The Rocky Horror Picture Show! It was so fun, I loved people singing and making comments to the plot, epic

what do you usually wear?

Most days of the year you'll see me in mom jeans and a shirt tucked in them or a sweater over them for colder periods of the year. Recently I bought high-waisted wide-leg black jeans and I AM IN LOVE. For shoes I prefer the vans sneakers and dr. martens boots.

how tall are you

157 cm (5'2)

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Taurus. For celebrities ik that I share my bday with Pierce Brosnan, Megan Fox and Thomas Brodie-Sangster lol

do you go by your name or a nickname?

I go by my name (Klara). The only person that actually calls me Zozo is my boyfriend haha

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Def not, but I still think child me would be pretty impressed with what we achieved and would probably think the adult me is cool af haha

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one?

Yes, going strong for almost 4 and a half years. I love my bf and I wouldn't trade what we have for the world. MUST protect <3

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

Honest answer is that I think I'm average at everything lmao. I guess I'm good at planning, organizing and respecting deadlines. I'm bad at maths and quick thinking haha

dogs or cats?

I always say both, but if I'm put in a spot and have to choose, I'll say cats. I feel like kitties are just closer to my personality and I like their dynamic.

if  you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite  picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this  year?

I have been writing some rather emo poetry since highschool (I'm okay), so earlier in April, I wrote a little poem I liked:

Daffodil The reflection of water on the wall Mercilessly moving The time is taking its toll The tall glass vase on the table Mercilessly staying still The time is writing its fable As it slowly comes to kill A beautiful yellow daffodil

Recently, I got back into writing fanfiction bc of watching KP, here's my fave line from my fic (ofc titled after MCR) The world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me:

Kinn sits up and studies the night in Bangkok. The bright yellow lights of the buildings are reflected in the darkness of the river. The Theerapanakul headquarters are amongst the brightest shining buildings, shaping the skyline of the city.  Sometimes the building feels like his home, swarming with memories of his brothers and him playing, of his mother reading them stories and preparing them for bed. Growing up made it feel like a prison in which he exists, simply fulfilling his destiny.

what is something that you’d like to create content for?

Before I got into KP brainrot, I really wanted to write for Beyond Evil, but never got to it. But now, I do have a pretty well-developed idea for a BE fic! Everything is on hold until I finish my thesis tho

A wild part of me also wants to stream The Sims4 let's play hahaah

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

My brain got a bit too tired to be obsessed in the purest sense of the word, but I'd say KP (and the actors who play them) still has a pretty strong chokehold on me.

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Honestly nothing. The things I was excited about were great, but the things I wasn't excited about were shit so lmao, as expected

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

Don't think I have one

are you religious?

I'm not, however, I'd still say I'm somewhat spiritual. I grew up catholic, but I realized it's just not for me. Since it's hard for me to believe there's nothing at all, so the closest to what I'd label myself as is agnostic.

what’s something you wish to have at this moment?

a finished thesis, so i have more time to relax and do my hobbies after work, one can dream ah

A no pressure tag for @tr1edandtrueblue if you feel like doing this :3

[tricksters-captain]

Benny Watts/The Queens Gambit imagines - From Pawn to Pen Part 1

AN: So I watched the Queens Gambit in one day and I am officially obsessed with it. And how dare it bring back my crush on Thomas Brodie Sangster... Due to this... Have a fanfic...

Overall Summary: You’re a young journalist for Chess Review, with a love for chess and a desire for knowledge. One day at a tournament, you come across the famous Benny Watts...

Pairing(s): Benny Watts x reader

Word Count: 2,504

Warnings: (I know nothing about chess except what the show taught me so bare that in mind), none really

Another state, another tournament. 

Your work had you travel round to even the smallest of Chess Tournaments to try and get the dirt on up and coming chess players or already existing champions. 

You inhaled the familiar smell of a hotel lobby, taking in your surroundings as people bustled about the place. 

It was one of the bigger tournaments fortunately and so you were hoping to run into some champions which tend to give you better pages which equals better pay. 

You walked up to the front desk, your eyes scanning the small tables as far as the eye could see where chess boards were being studied in case you recognised any chess players. 

You did but they were all the standard normies that showed their faces at these events. No one noteworthy yet. 

“Can I help you?” The slim man behind the desk with slicked back red hair flashed you a toothy smile as he greeted you. 

“(Y/n)(Y/l/n).” You introduced yourself and the man soon flicked through his booking sheets to find your reservation. 

“Room 209. If you just head down this hall to the elevators, it’s on the second floor.” The man pointed towards the elevators where you managed to spot the flash of bright auburn hair entering one of them. 

Beth Harmon. 

You smiled with relief as you started to sew the piece in your head already. 

“Thank you.” You took the key and made your way down to elevators. 

As the elevator door dinged open, some commotion by the entrance of the lobby caught your attention. 

The peak of leather through the crowd told you who it was. 

Benny Watts. 

Even better. You now had two top chess players you could focus on. 

You decided to let the celebrity champion settle into his hotel before you mobbed him as a journalist and you also needed to freshen up after travelling. 

You travelled so much that you barely bothered with your apartment. It was mostly rented out to other people besides holidays like Christmas where you actually could return home. 

Everything you had was basically in two large suitcases which you dragged across the United States and Europe following chess players around. 

You mainly liked travelling around Europe. You previously worked for a Parisian chess magazine but this year you took an offer to work for Chess Review which brought you back to the states. 

You had mostly done smaller tournaments all year round so hadn’t had the pleasure in meeting Benny Watts or Beth Harmon yet. 

Benny Watts had been one of the biggest names in chess for years now and Beth Harmon was a rapid rising star. 

You knew this would be your big break in Chess Review to stop being handed the small tournaments and to document the important ones like the US Open. 

You opened the door to your hotel room and smiled when you saw how nice it actually was. 

You had stayed in some crap holes recently. 

You dumped your suitcases to one side and immediately turned on the shower so you could relax your cramped muscles and feel a bit cleaner.

You undressed and let the hot water cascade down your back, covering your hair and face as you tipped your head backwards. 

You took your time in there before getting out and blow drying your hair. 

By the time you had washed, done your hair and make up again; it was time to pick a dress for the evening so you could go get something to eat. 

You went for your favourite navy blue skirt and cream sweater, both hugged you nicely but were still modest, before slipping on some shoes. 

You took a small purse to put your room key in and then left for the restaurant/bar that was in the hotel.

The restaurant was filled with chess players and spectators all buzzing with excitement about this weekend. 

You managed to find a small table away from the majority of the hustle and tucked yourself away with your notepad. 

You liked being a fly on the wall most of the time. You enjoyed observing, studying and learning about people. ‘People watching’ as some would call it. 

The waiter brought over the cocktail you had ordered along with some grapes, cheese and crackers to munch on. 

After writing some of the thoughts down that came to you in the shower, you looked up to see who was around you. 

There was no sign of Beth Harmon which wasn’t unusual as she was known for practising in her room before tournaments. 

You scanned the groups before your eyes stopped on him. Benny Watts. 

His slick blonde hair fell slightly by his eye, his hat on his lap as he talked to the surrounding fans and admirers. 

The man loved talking about himself and loved talking about Chess even more. 

You watched him for a moment, the way his eyes were alight as he laughed amongst his peers. 

Benny must've felt someone was watching him because a second later, his eyes met yours for a brief moment. 

You looked down and pretended to write something down as Benny turned his chin this time to look at you again. 

You were used to being invisible and in that moment you felt extremely seen. 

However, the man didn’t move from his chair or even look another time after that. 

You popped a grape in your mouth before taking a large sip of your drink. You’d have to talk to him tomorrow and you knew that but for the first time, you actually felt the bubbles of nerves rise in stomach.

“May I buy you a drink?” A voice brought you from your thoughts and you looked up to see Henry Cavilla, one of the regular American chess players whom you believed you’d seen only two months before in Denver. 

“I’m fine, thank you.” You declined politely but the man sat down anyway, joining you at your table. 

“I insist.” Henry’s smile spread widely on his lips as he waved a waiter over. “I saw you in Denver. You’re a journalist, am I right?” 

“Yes. For Chess Review.” You had to hide your irritation at his boldness.

“How long you been doing that?” The man asked, 

“Well I’ve been a journalist for three years, but I’ve only been at Chess Review for 6 months.” You admitted honestly as the man ordered two drinks for the table. 

“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing reporting on chess? Thought you’d be more into what Beth Harmon was wearing than her Sicilian defence.” 

“I could ask you a similar thing? What’s a mediocre, chino wearing, middle aged   misogynist doing at a chess tournament where Beth Harmon and Benny Watts are playing?” You couldn’t help but let the words slip out of your mouth, slapping the man right round the face. 

You watched the man’s smile drop following a small burst of laughter echoing through the restaurant. 

Your head snapped round to see it was Benny Watts laughing, staring directly at your table. He must’ve heard what you said despite the rest of the restaurant noise. 

“Listen here, sweetheart, you’re just a skirt hired to keep your boss man happy and to fuck the chess players into a one page interview so you can get your paycheck to fund your morning after pill from planned parenthood and buy yourself some clean panties you’d sooner have off anyways.” You hit a nerve with what you said and he seemed to hit one right back.   

You threw the two new drinks in the mans face, causing most of the restaurant to stop and stare at the commotion as he jumped to his feet to retaliate. 

You snatched your notebook and fled the scene before anything worse could happen or you get thrown out of the tournament all together. 

You fell back onto your bed, kicking your shoes off as you did. 

It wasn’t unusual for men to be putting you down, especially in the chess world and the journalist world but tonight you just weren't having any of it. 

You groaned as you pushed your hair out of your face, replaying the event in your head. The way everyone stared after you threw the drinks in his face. 

You did not need to be the centre of attention this weekend. 

You put yourself to bed with the television playing so you could stop scolding yourself in your head and distract yourself to finally get some sleep. 

The next morning you woke up early, getting ready quickly and making sure you had everything you needed for a full day of reporting. 

You skipped breakfast, only taking a black coffee before you entered the battle field.

The chess boards were still being set up and from across the room you spotted the familiar hair colour that belonged to Beth Harmon. 

“Beth? Beth Harmon?” You crossed the room to greet her. “I’m (Y/n)(Y/l/n) from Chess Review. I was wondering if I could get an opening statement before the tournament goes ahead this weekend?” You asked politely, trying your best not to attack her verbally this early in the morning, 

“Uh, of course. I’m feeling very confident this weekend that I’ll quickly rise to the top, concluding the tournament opposite Benny Watts.” Beth admitted, 

“Are you scared of Benny Watts?” You asked, 

“Scared? No. I am merely curious to see how our game goes.” Beth admits. 

“Well, good luck, Beth. I hope to catch up with you sometime this weekend for a brief interview of how you play your games if you don’t mind?” You asked politely, silently begging she’d say yes. 

“I’ll speak with you tomorrow night. It’ll be the middle of the tournament so there’ll be plenty to talk about.” Beth was extremely nice in offering her time and you took it gratefully. 

You left the girl to her own company and returned to the lobby where you could see a crowd already gathering. 

“Mr Watts.” You spotted the leather jacket and hat as the man entered the breakfast room. 

The man turned when he heard his name being called across the lobby and you quickly jogged to catch up to him. 

“You’re the girl from last night who put Henry Cavilla in his place?” Benny Watts smirked at you as he recalled the previous nights events. 

“Um.” You felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I was just wondering if I could get a statement before the tournament began?” 

“You’re a reporter?” Benny cocked his eyebrow at you, his eyes scanning you up and down shamelessly. 

“Yes. For Chess Review.” You informed him. 

“Follow me.” Benny nodded his head sideways towards the table he was heading to and you did as you were told. 

“I was wondering how you were feeling about this weekend and possibly going up against Beth Harmon?” You asked as you sat yourself down opposite the man. 

“I won’t be possibly going up against Beth Harmon. I fully expect to be going up against her. Out of everyone here, she is the only person I see as potential competition.” Benny admitted, picking up his knife and fork as his breakfast was set down on the table. 

“Are you sure there’s no one else? Harry Beltik went into his tournament in Kentucky assuming no one but Cullen was any competition to him and yet Beth Harmon came along.” You stated, jotting down some notes to avoid watching the man eat. 

“Well then, they’ll just have to surprise me.” His eyes locked onto yours when he spoke. His lip just edging into a smirk. 

“Thank you for your statement.” You felt your stomach flip and you jumped to your feet, gathering your things. 

“Would you not like a full interview or was the three sentence statement enough?” Benny cocked his head round as you began to leave. 

“It was four, actually.” You corrected him, tapping your notepad with your pen. 

The man huffed out a short chuckle. 

“I’d be grateful for an interview later on this weekend, Mr Watts, if you don’t mind?” 

“I’ll find you when I’m ready.” Benny told you and from the look in his eyes, that’s what he really meant. 

The day went by quicker than expected, it was impossible to watch every game of the day so you watched Beth’s and Benny’s and you filled yourself in with the plays of any others that would make good press. 

You loved watching the game being played, you always tried to predict the outcome and 9 times out of 10 you got it correct except with Beth Harmon and Benny Watts.

They surprised you and it was thrilling to watch. You admired Harmon’s intuition and her attacks. Watts had always been an interesting watch all through his career but you’d only seen him play a handful of times in person before today.

In the evening, you received a call from the big bosses asking how everything was going. 

“I have an interview set up with Beth Harmon and Benny Watts.” You told them with confidence. 

“Good girl. Now get those interviews done quickly and send me a draft as soon as you can.” Your boss ordered before ending the call. 

You sighed, running a hand over your tired face. 

You picked up the bottle of wine you had in a metal cooler to see it was empty. Room service had taken so long to bring it up previously, you decided to just slip your slippers on and head down to the bar to get one final glass of wine before bed. 

You were wearing a nightie so you pulled a coat on over the top in case you bumped into anyone.

As you walked down the hall, you could hear the familiar voice of Benny Watts behind you. 

He was spewing some chess facts to whoever he was with as he walked. 

You peaked behind your shoulder to see he was heading to his room which was three doors up from yours. 

He spotted you too. 

You went into the elevator to head down to the bar. 

The bar was still busy despite the time and you had to wait for your wine. 

You took the glass and returned to your room. 

Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on the hotel room of Mr Benny Watts as you thought of tomorrows games. 

“You’re not stalking me, are you?” Benny startled you as he came up from behind. 

“Jesus...” You gasped, spinning round to face him. 

“Trying to get the dirt on who I’m sleeping with?” The man cocked his eyebrow, his hands tucked in his tight jeans. 

“Seems like the other way round since you keep appearing behind me.” You referred to earlier. 

“Maybe you just like being in my way?” You couldn’t deny that Benny Watts, the Benny Watts, was flirting with you right now. 

“Goodnight Mr Watts. Good luck tomorrow.” You gripped your door handle tightly. 

“Please, call me Benny.” 

(NEXT PART HERE)

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

Innocent hug

Dylan O’Brien x reader

Warnings: mentions of rape, sexual assault, cussing, mentions of smut, Dylan being sweet (this can be possibly triggering!!!!!!) angst

Promt: when Dylan finds you crying after an uncomfortable interview, the two of you find your selves admitting things you never thought you would say again (y’all i just, I don’t even know, I can’t write freaking descriptions hahaha)

Word count: 2712

Disclaimer: so basically the interview is for maze runner, just pretend that you play another character in the movie that was like Thomas’ best friend and newts love interest (also y’all pls send some requests)

Not my gif! Credits to @dyobrien! <3

“Hi I’m Dylan O’Brien!” Started Dylan trying to control himself from his laughter, before the cameras had begun rolling Dylan had cracked a joke that he was still trying to recover from.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N” you said smiling

“I’m Thomas brodie sangster” Thomas said giving the camera a small wave

“And we’re the cast of maze runner” you said still smiling, also trying to control your laughter

“Or at least some of it” Dylan added on making everyone lose it again. Dylan practically fell out of his chair, Thomas giggled and you just kept laughing. Dylan had a habit of making you laugh, it was one of the many things you loved about him. You and Dylan had been best friends since you met on the set of teen wolf. You were a guest star who was quickly killed off. You and Dylan hit it off immediately, you two just got each other. You had the same sense of humor, same interests, and generally you two just felt normal around each other. The two of you stayed connected even after you left the show. Then you were lucky enough to land another part with Dylan in maze runner. Dylan played Thomas, and you played Y/C/N, Thomas’ best friend and Newts love interest. You had become extremely close with the cast, they were like your family. Since the release of the scorch trials you and Dylan had become quite the hit. Though you weren’t together in the movie, everyone shipped it. Two years after scorch trials, you and Dylan were in another movie together! American assassin, Dylan played Mitch Rapp and you of course played Y/C/N, Mitch’s love interest. Everyone wanted you two together, and it was not secret, the two of you were constantly teased on set for “flirting”.

You were doing this interview for the release of your latest movie, Maze Runner: The Death Cure. You were very sad that this series was coming to an end, you were definitely gonna miss it, everyone was.

“So my first question is for all of you actually, out of the three of you, who is the funniest?” The interview met asked

“Dylan and Y/N are both quite hilarious, especially when they are together, they are always cracking jokes and laughing” Thomas said looking at you and Dylan

“We do have fun” you agreed “honestly though I think we are all pretty funny, but Dylan I would say wins this one” you said looking to your right at Dylan

“What can I say? I’m a true born comedian” said Dylan

The questions continued, Dylan and Thomas were asked a lot about work and their new projects, whereas you seemed to be getting the clothes questions, the personal life questions. Things like, “where do you recommend buying clothes?” “How was your trip to Italy” “what are you wearing today”. Sadly that was fairly normal.

“Alright Y/N your up again, now the buzzing question everywhere right now is, are you single?” The interviewer asked

“Yes I am single” you smiled even though you were generally annoyed inside “Im that girl at the family reunions who gets introduced to the 3rd cousins, and who always gets told by the grandmas, “see honey this is why you are still single”” you said

Next to you Dylan weesed and began laughing hysterically. Thomas again just giggled his sweet laugh.

“Well do they know the men you work with? I mean your standards must be pretty high huh?” The interviewer pushed

“Yes yes I guess they are” you said, Dylan laughed next to you

“Why aren’t you with any of them Y/N?” He asked

Your eyebrows knitted together at this question, was he really asking this?

“Well blondie over here” you said gesturing to Thomas “is taken as you know, and taken by one of the nicest people I know, so”

“Well what about you Dylan, I mean the media definitely wants you two together, you two are like Tom hanks and Meg Ryan, and hey if I were you I would totally hit that” he said to Dylan

You froze at this, wtf was this guy doing? Dylan’s eyebrows shot up and his jaw clenched, and Thomas glared at the interviewer.

“Really man?” Dylan asked, you adjusted yourself in your seat, moving your arms to cover your body, you suddenly felt exposed and uncomfortable.

“I was just kidding with you guys” the interviewer said laughing it off

“Wasn't very funny” Dylan said

“Sorry man, didn’t mean any harm” he said putting his hands up in defense

You were shaking, you had a past. A past no one knew about, a past that would be easily triggered by a comment like that.

“Maybe think before you speak next time” Thomas added

“Ya, not cool man” Dylan said

The tension in the room was deadly. But still the interview continued on with only two questions left.

After the interview everyone was checking to make sure you were ok, Dylan kept saying that he’d beat his ass and Thomas just repeated that he is a dick. On the way back to the hotel you were all staying at, the consern eventually died down. Thomas and Dylan were planning on meeting up with ki Hong and kaya at a bar somewhere. They asked if you wanted to join but you kindly refused saying that you needed some me time. They were hesitant at first but then gave in and left you in your hotel room. Once the door closed you ran to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the gold rimmed mirror. Then suddenly you were crying.

“No!” You yelled at yourself “don’t cry, stop it Y/N!” You told yourself, but the tears just kept flowing and they wouldn’t stop.

Dylan’s POV

I swear I was gonna murder that man, who the fuck makes comments like that? I knew Y/N, I knew how this was going to go. I could talk she was shaken up and uncomfortable, but she would never admit that. She never let people in, she claimed she didn’t want to bother anyone with her personal problems. Leaving her alone in her hotel room felt wrong, I knew she wasn’t okay. I could see it in her face. As we walked away from her door, down to the lobby I felt the sudden urge to go back. To run back to her and take her in my arms, stroke her hair and tell her it was ok. Then I decided that that was exactly what I was going to do.

“Hey man I think imma go back, you know how she is, I don’t think she should be alone” I told Thomas, he looked back at me with understanding eyes

“Ofcourse mate” he said nodding, “I think that is a brilliant idea”

“Tell kaya and ki Hong I’m sorry I missed them” I said already waking back to Y/Ns room

“Will do!” He responded

Then I burst out into a run, running back down the hall and to the elevator. I clicked the 6th floor and the second the doors opened I was out, running to Y/Ns door.

Once I got there I took the liberty of unlocking it with the extra key she had given me. She said it was only for emergencies, but I thought I could make an exception. I walked quietly into the hotel room, I opened my mouth to yell for her but then shut it again. I heard muffled cry’s coming from the bedroom. Shit, I hope she’s watching some random soap opera, I hope that’s not her crying.

“Hey Y/N?” I said opening the door to the bedroom

Your POV

When you heard Dylan say your name you quickly sprang into action. Because you were still in the bathroom he wouldn’t be able to see u for at least a few more seconds. You wiped your eyes and tired to put yourself together before walking out to greet him.

“Hey Dylan” you said smiling, keeping up your act

Dylan studied you, he saw your smile, but he also saw your red rimmed eyes and your fidgeting hands, he heard the slight crack in your voice and the tiredness in it as well.

“Are you alright?” He asked stepping slowly toward you

“Ya ya I’m fine! What are you doing here?” You said, way to quickly

Dylan looked at you with sad eyes, it broke him to know that you were hiding from him. “I was worried, I wanted to make sure you were ok”

“We’ll hate to break it to ya, but um you came back for nothing, I am totally fine, faaaaaantastic!” you said smiling at him even more

“You can talk to me” he said stepping closer to you again

“There is nothing to talk about” you said

“Y/N, I know you, I know what you are doing, your not ok, and your hiding it, your shutting me out again”

“Dylan you need to calm down! I. Am. Fine!” You said, he was right though, and you both knew it “you should really go have fun!”

“Y/N-“ he started before being cut off again

“I insist Dylan, please, don’t worry about me, ok?” You said smiling sweetly

“That’s a lot easier said than done” he said looking down, then an idea came to him, it was horrible and he knew you would hate him, but he needed you to let him in “but if that’s what you want, then I’ll leave” he said

“Yes! Go have a good time!” You’d aid practically pushing him out of the bedroom

“See ya later!” You said closing the bedroom door behind him

Dylan walking over to the front door, opened it, and then closed it, still standing in your hotel room. Meanwhile you were listening to hear him leave, and when the door shut you began crying again. Then suddenly strong arms were tapped around your body, pulling you in close. You jumped.

“Hey hey, it’s just me” Dylan said stroking your hair

“But-but you left” you said looking up at him confused

“I didn’t, I’m sorry angel but I needed you to be honest with me” he said looking at you in your eyes. His heart breaking into a million pieces, he hated seeing you like this.

“I-I’m so sorry” you said beginning to cry even harder

“Don’t be sorry angel, it’s ok I’m here” he said hushing you and continuing to stroke you hair. He held you in his arms and never let you go. He held you as you cried, though he was also breaking inside.

After what seemed like forever, your tears ran out and you began to calm down. Dylan still holding you close.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked sweetly

“Not really” you said sniffling

“You know I will go back and kill That guy if you want me too right?” He said pulling away from you so he could see your face

You didn’t look at him in the eyes, though his tried to find yours

“No it’s ok, really. That guy was a Douche bag, it’s not his fault I have shit” because you had just been crying and weren’t thinking strait, those words just slipped through your mouth. Dylan’s eyes widened and he moved your chin to that you had to face him.

“What kind of shit?” He asked

“Nothing” you said

He widened his eyes saying “really?”

You nodded in response to his action.

“Come on Y/N I’m here, please just talk to me” he pleaded

You stood up and out of Dylan’s grasp. “Listen Dylan, there is a lot you don’t know about me, and it’s all for good reason, ok? I recommend leaving it alone” you said

“I have left it alone for long enough Y/N!” He said standing up as well

“Whatever Dylan” you said waving away his statement

“No! Do not shut me out!” He said walking over to you again grabbing you hands, you could tell he was getting mad, but when he grabbed you it scared you

“No stop! Please! I’m sorry!” You pleaded, Dylan let go of your hands. His heart broke. He looked at you with concerned eyes.

“I’m sorry” he said, he noticed you were shaking, he was so confused, your reaction wasn’t normal. “Please just talk to me, please?”

You sighed and sat down on the bed, putting your face in your hands. Dylan sighed, giving up he began walking away when suddenly you began talking.

“I was 20, it was the first week of my sophomore year of college, my best friend at the time was bugging me about going to some frat party for back to school, the guys she liked had asked her to come and bring a friend. I told her I had to study but she didn’t believe me because it was the first week of school. I wasn’t a party person but I gave in. We got there, and she was drunkenly talking to the guy. I only had one drink, that the guy, his name was Brandon gave me. I started to feel sick and I went to go lie down. I was not thinking strait and when Brandon offered to help me I accepted, he carried me to the bedroom and put me down on the bed. By that time I was confused but barely conscious. He um…” you hesitated, Dylan stared at u in disbelief “he rapped me, he fucking rapped me. I tried to tell my friend but she just accused me of being jealous and not happy for her, saying Brandon would never do that. She never spoke to me again. Then a year later my boyfriend, who I had only been dating for a month or so wanted to ya know do it and I told him I wasn’t ready, I lied telling him I was a virgin. He was fine with it and he said he would wait. He asked again a month later and I still said no, this time he was more angry. We fought and I told him what happened and he called me a slut. We didn’t technically break up but we didn’t really speak. I felt bad so one time I decided to surprise him in his dorm. He was there with another girl. He cheated on me. I never told anyone else about what Brandon did to me. Not my parents, not my friends, not the police.” You finished in tears again

Dylan’s heart was in a million pieces, his best friend was raped and he didn’t know about it. Ofc it was a few years before you met him but he still kicked himself for not protecting you. He loved you! He loved you so damn much. He walked and he wrapped you up in his arms.

“It’s okay angel” he spoke softly so he would scare you. He let his emotions take hold of him, he no longer had control of what he said, “I love you so much and I will never ever leave you or hurt you, I will always protect you.” He told you

You looked up, he just said that he loved you, “what?” You asked

Dylan then realized what he had said “oh um ha” he said scratching the back of his head, screw it he thought. “Ya I love you Y/N, I have loved you for a long time, and and I feel bad telling you now, I don’t wanna take advantage of you but I do. I love you and-“ he was cut off by your lips on his. They were soft, moved as if they were meant for each other.

“I love you too” you said as you smiled

Dylan let out a breath of relief and kissed you again. When Dylan met you, you were nervous about your new job next to big actors, Dylan hugged you trying to comfort you. You never forgot that hug.

You layed in his arms, and for once in a long time you felt light, happy, and safe. And it was all because of one innocent hug.

[kuroos-moon]

「ii. Collide Pt. 2」

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He shuts off his phone, sliding out of his car with ease with his mask already on and his bag strapped to his shoulder. As much as he likes to deny it to himself, he’s still hurting over you, the mere mention of your name already making him want to stay at home and do what he rarely did— self-destruct.

He exhales a breath in annoyance, bitterness welling up in his chest. Who were you to lurk in his mind after all these years?

He pushes the door open, silently walking through the marble halls. For him, it was impossible for you to be there inside the gym. Why would you— after all these years of ‘hiding’— show up in front of him now?

“What? But Keiji, Tetsuro, I just got here!”

He immediately stops in his tracks, a chill running down his spine. It’s your voice. How cruel could time be, why didn’t he ever forget it? Not once had he watched your movies or interviews, heck, at even hearing your name on the radio he automatically turns it off.

Yet here he was, knowing fully well this sweet voice belonged to you.

“You wanted to hang out, right?”

He remembers this voice too, and all he felt was distaste.

“I did, but Akaa-

“Y/n, please.”

An unwanted memory resurfaces, and he curses himself for thinking of it now, backing up against the wall just beside the entrance as he leans on it with his head tilted back.

With eyes closed, he tries to calm himself, actually considering to take off his mask just so he could breathe better.

That day— like all of the days with you in it, it’s clear as an image; one he could replay like a movie.

“Y/n.” You yelp in surprise and turn back to look at him, flushed at the fact he was holding your wrist firmly but at the same time his hold was gentle. 

His eyes dart down to what you wore— you were managing Karasuno now? He obviously had so much questions but that wasn’t the important part— for now at least, he just wanted to assure himself that you’re actually here and you won’t disappear again.

“Err, uhm, hi, uh how do you know my name?” You look at him weirdly, slightly tugging back at your arm. His brows furrow, lips parting so slightly behind his mask and his hand not loosening its grip on your wrist.

“What? You haven’t seen me in months and that’s the first thing you say?” He exasperatedly says before he exhales a breath in disbelief, “y/n what-”

“Y/n, I told you to stick with me,” he was cut off by Akaashi Keiji, your arm now out of Sakusa’s grasp, causing him to glare at the setter in irritation. Yes, he knew Akaashi was your close childhood and family friend but he hated him. 

He told him he didn’t know where you were or why you left that time when Sakusa was practically about to go down on his knees just to see you again.

“Sorry, Keiji, he- uh- well,  I don’t know him though-”

“He must be confused, let’s go,” his hold glides down from your elbow to your hand as you both turn away. Subtly, he looks back and locks eyes with Sakusa once more; a warning glare, followed by a sigh as if Sakusa was about to screw something up.

He was beyond confused, moreover, in pain. You left without a word, and now that you see each other again, you pretend to not even know him. It wasn’t hard for him to conclude that he had been the only one who cared, the only one in love, and the only one who suffered when you parted. 

He steadies his breaths, before finally opening his eyes. He’s okay now— he thinks, as he leans away from the wall, deciding it’d be best to skip practice for today since you decided to grace the gym with your visit. 

Heaven knows he’d do anything to steer clear of you, but it’s as if they were mocking him as you stood before him in curiosity.

“I know you,” you blink, looking up at him in thought, and he chuckles humorlessly, looking at you spitefully as if you’d wronged him.

“You do,” he darkly says. You both stand a foot away from each other, your gaze unfaltering despite his hostility. It’s not that you weren’t intimidated, he was just so fucking handsome. His shoulders were stupidly broad as he towered over you with his tall and ripped figure you could clearly make out though he’s wearing a jacket.

He was totally the type you didn’t know you had; with his curly black hair you wish you could run your fingers through, a beautiful mesmerizing face adorned with the two moles above his thick brows, a penetrating gaze that seemed lifeless but not at all making his eyes any less pretty, and overall, he was beyond attractive, smells like your kind of love potion too.

 “May I know your name?” You innocently ask him, and he raises a brow at you before he clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Sure, lets both pretend you don’t know,” he coldly says and you scoff at him. 

“I wouldn’t ask you if I did,” you put a hand to your hip, “aren’t you quite arrogant, mr.-i-look-good-in-black.”

He was stunned, you’ve always been bratty, he figures that you didn’t change much. Well, he did; he’s changed, the distant but loving boy you once knew grew even more distant and cold, hatred coursing through his veins at the mere sight of you.

“We’re doomed,” Kuroo mumbles to Akaashi who nods, Hinata and Bokuto stressfully running their fingers through their hair. “They were bound to cross paths though,” Kuroo shrugs but Akaashi shakes his head.

“That’s not all,” he sighs, staring at you, “can’t you recognize the look on her face?” They look at you intently before a simultaneous “oh,” was dropped. “That’s what y/n looks like when she spots nice clothes while we’re out shopping,” Bokuto nervously says and Kuroo lets out a sarcastic chuckle.

“That look on her face right now? That’s the exact same one when she fell head over heels for her musician ex, Semi, was it?” He says, and Akaashi nods. “We could’ve prevented this.”

“No, it was an accident!” Hinata pouts, “she said she was going to the restroom, how were we supposed to know she meant the one outside the gym?” 

“If looks could kill, I think I’m already dead, thanks to you,” you sweetly smile at him, and Sakusa studies your face once more with with glaring eyes before he slowly turns on his heel, “make this day the last time I see you—please,” he says the last part more quietly.

You only cock your head to the side in wonder as you watch him walk away. 

“Y/N! YOU OKAY?!” Hinata screams and you shush him, immediately making him shut up. “What’s wrong?” Bokuto whispers as the four of them watch you stare at his back.

“His shoulders are so broad, his back is so hot, and for what?” You bite your lip, Akaashi almost having a stroke at what you had just said. “Did he say anything weird though?” He quietly asks, and you finally look at the four of them once Sakusa turned the corner.

“Yup, our whole conversation’s weird, I think he hates me,” you chuckle, and they all exchange a look, “what’s so funny?” Kuroo mouths at Bokuto who shrugs. 

“You okay y/n? You seem weird, do you need something?” Hinata asks you and you smirk. 

“I need two things Sho,” you grin widely as you hold up two fingers in the air, “his name, and his number.”

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[xxsanitysfallxx]

Summary: Newt thinks Thomas has forgotten it's his birthday, because he doesn't say anything all day. But later that night Newt finds out why he hasn't said anything.

Genre: sooooo fluffy

(I originally made this on Thomas Brodie-Sangster’s birthday)

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When Newt woke up he noticed an empty spot next to him, which was unusual because Thomas usually took hours to get out of bed.

As he sat up more, he could smell pancakes, mixed with a bit of syrup. He was intrigued, Thomas rarely ever cooked. But when he checked his phone he saw the date, and muttered a quick 'oh'.

It was his twenty-fourth birthday, and he had nothing planned. He was hoping Thomas would throw something secretly, but he didn't want to seem self centered.

He got up and went downstairs, and saw Thomas sitting at the table on his phone. In front of him were two plates of pancakes, two cups of juice and and some syrup.

Newt smiled as he sat down, making Thomas look up from his phone.

"Good morning; sleeping beauty." Thomas laughed, referring to Newt's bed hair and pajamas which consisted of a big shirt and some boxers.

"Shut up." Newt said as he took a sip of his juice, waiting for Thomas to say something about his birthday.

"I made them with blueberries, I know that's your favorite kind." Thomas said, as he took a bite of his pancakes.

"Thank you. Why'd you do all this?" Newt asked, hoping to hear what he wanted.

"Oh I don't know, just felt like it." Thomas said, taking another bite of his pancakes.

Newt was a little taken aback, but maybe he was overreacting. He had just woken up.

But as their conversation went on, Thomas hadn't said anything. He couldn't have forgotten, could he? No, he always remembered. Last year he gave him his present first thing in the morning, which were tickets to a band they both loved. Newt was so excited, and Thomas was too. And the year before that, when they weren't dating yet, Thomas had bought him a designer jacket he had been talking about for months.

But this year, nothing had been said, or done. Newt tried to shake the thought out of his head, but it was still in the back of his mind.

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It was now late afternoon, and Thomas hadn't said anything about his birthday. All they've done so far was sit on the sofa and watch their favorite show, Newt laying on top of Thomas.

"Are we doing anything with Minho and them tonight?" Newt asked, hoping this would determine if Thomas knew or not.

"Not that I know of, why would we?" Thomas asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"I'm just wondering." Newt whispered, turning back to the tv. He felt upset, could Thomas actually have forgotten? He felt a bit of hurt in his chest, but decided it wasn't a big deal. Just his boyfriend of two years, friend of five forgetting his birthday.

He tried so hard not to focus on it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. How could Thomas forget? He was talking about Newt's birthday a few days ago, he knew it was today. But he hadn't said anything at all. He treated today like any other day, which it apparently was to him.

The sun was starting to set, and Thomas kept checking his watch. They had done almost nothing besides sit around, only getting up to use the toilet or grab a snack.

Newt couldn't help but be offended, for Thomas's birthday he gave him a beautiful promise ring, and took him out to dinner.

And Thomas had done nothing. Newt was frustrated, so he went upstairs to try and sleep the night away.

He felt himself fall asleep, but was only half asleep. He probably was in that state for twenty minutes, before he was shaken awake by Thomas. He slowly opened his eyes, and Thomas was wearing a black dress shirt, black trousers, and his hair was more neat than usual. Newt raised a confused eyebrow, but Thomas just pulled him up.

"Get dressed." Thomas ordered, making Newt pout at him.

"Why?"

"Just do it. Do it quickly too." Thomas said, before leaving the room and going downstairs. Newt was left confused as all hell, but got dressed anyway.

When Newt came downstairs, he saw Thomas tapping his foot, which was something he only did when he was nervous. Newt was beyond confused, but replaced the confusion with frustration.

Firstly Thomas had forgotten his birthday, and now he was acting weird and telling him to get dressed.

Suddenly Thomas grabbed Newt's hand, and dragged him out the door. They went to the car, and Thomas opened the door for Newt. Newt let out a small smile, Thomas had done that since they were in uni.

The ride was mostly silent, until Thomas broke the silence.

"Are you okay?" He asked, though he should be asking the same question to himself.

Newt nodded, even though that wasn't accurate.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asked, earning an angry glare from Newt.

"What's wrong? I don't know, maybe the fact that you don't even know what's wrong!" Newt snapped, crossing his arms.

"Can you please just tell me?" Thomas pleaded, placing the hand he wasn't using to drive with on Newt's thigh.

"It doesn't even matter." Newt sighed, looking out the window.

A few minutes later Thomas parked the car into a small area by the forest, and got out of the car. He walked around and opened the door for Newt, and Newt hesitantly got out.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Newt asked, and Thomas replied by grabbing his hand. Thomas started pulling him into the woods, making Newt feel a little anxious.

"Are you going to murder me Tommy?" Newt laughed, only half joking. Thomas shook his head, continuing to go deeper into the forest before he found a clearing.

The place was quite beautiful, lit up by the moon and had many flowers growing in it. As Thomas made him go closer, he noticed a big blanket, and a box.

Thomas sat down and patted the spot next to him, and Newt sat down.

"Can you tell me why you brought me here?" Newt asked, trying to cover confusion with sarcasm.

"Can you tell me why you're upset?" Thomas replied, making Newt roll his eyes.

"Maybe because you forgot my bloody birthday!" Newt said, making Thomas laugh a little.

"What is funny?" Newt asked, before his hand was grabbed by Thomas.

"Lay down." Thomas ordered, and Newt complied. Thomas followed not long after, and pointed to the sky.

Newt looked to where Thomas was pointing, and noticed tons of meteors in the sky, shooting across. Newt smiled, it looked amazing.

He looked over at Thomas, who happened to be looking at him. Thomas was smiling softly in adoration, cheeks highlighted by the moon. His eyes were filled with love, and anybody with eyes could see that.

Newt smiled back, and looked back up at the sky. There were probably dozens of shooting stars, going long distances.

"Newt?" Thomas asked, making Newt turn to him.

"Yes?"

"Happy birthday. I love you so fucking much it literally hurts. You're so fucking beautiful, I literally love you so fucking much-"

Thomas was interrupted by Newt tackling him with a kiss, making Thomas laugh a little into the kiss.

When Newt pulled away, he looked back down at Thomas, who basically had hearts in his eyes.

"I love you Tommy." Newt said, falling back over to where he was previously laying down. There were less stars now, slowly fading away.

"Do you remember, when we met in class that one day, and we went out with Minho? And he took that picture of us?" Thomas asked, biting his lip a bit.

"Of course I do. When we went to the amusement park!" Newt laughed, easing Thomas's nerves a bit.

"Do you remember him saying he lost that picture?" Thomas asked, to which Newt nodded.

"Well, he found it." Thomas said, grabbing the box and sitting up. Newt sat up next to him.

Thomas handed Newt the box, and he opened it. When he looked inside, he felt the same butterflies he had felt when they met.

It was a small gold locket, and inside was the picture from the day they met. Newt smiled like an idiot, covering his blush with his hands.

Thomas took his hands off of his face, and turned over to kiss him. Newt kissed back for a second, before he felt Thomas pull away a bit. He gestured to the box, asking Newt to pick it up.

He pulled it out of the box, and held it up. He handed it to Thomas, and turned to the side a bit, silently telling Thomas to put it on him. Thomas did, and turned Newt back around.

"I love you Newt. So fucking much. Happy birthday." Thomas gushed, pulling Newt into a hug.

"You already said that Tommy. I love you too." Newt laughed, hugging Thomas with all the strength he had.

"Did you genuinely think I forgot your birthday?" Thomas asked, pulling away from the hug.

"Yes! You didn't say anything all day. I was so mad." Newt said, jokingly punching Thomas in the arm. Thomas laughed, before speaking;

"Baby. You know I would never forget that. I'm sorry for pretending but I needed you to be very surprised." Thomas said, making Newt make a fake angry face at him.

"You succeeded." Newt said, before leaning in to kiss Thomas. This kiss was more passionate, more than a peck. Thomas's hands were around his waist, and his were connected behind Thomas's neck.

Thomas pushed him back to the ground, before kissing him even harder.

[hamartiade]

my twenty twenty favourites! (shows and music because i’m going to make a book list- )

songs/albums

put your records on by rick momney

this is a single i discovered recently and it’s one of my favourite songs at the moment. i believe it’s a cover of corinne bailey rae’s original. rae’s original is like a fever dream. it feels like a summer spent at your grandmother’s childhood home feel- if i had to describe it, it’d be like sunshine streaming through the windows of your mother’s kitchen. very home-y, comfortable and familiar. however, to me, this cover feels like summer holidays nowadays. full of new experiences, more freedom and excitement- like the bubbles building up in a bottle of fizzy lemonade before it all rushes out of the bottle. i waffled a bit there but lesson: this is a good song. 

melodrama by lorde

a classic that i fell in love with all over again. a song that has helped me a lot throughout 2020 was writer in the dark- my favourite song by lorde and one of my favourite songs.

[12:00] by loona 

this album- it’s just such a ridiculously loona. why not? was probably my favourite girl group title track this year... it’s catchy and had so many differentmv concepts that perfectly melted into this music video that just worked perfectly. my favourite song from this album is universe.

shows/ movies

the queen’s gambit (netflix)

(a few content/trigger warnings for this show- drug abuse, underage drinking, sexual references and profanity.) 

this show follows the story of chess prodigy elizabeth ‘beth’ harmon set in the 1960s. i started watching the series because of anya taylor joy and thomas brodie sangster bUT i stayed because of the beautiful cinematography and the sets and costumes. it was just gorgeous. the colours for the most part are very warm and reflect the mood of the scenes perfectly. so yes. watch this show please.

haikyuu! 

where do i begin with this show. well, it’s an incredibly popular anime following our main character hinata shoyo on his passion with volleyball- the show starts when he’s in middle school (very briefly) and the majority is his time on karasuno high school’s volleyball team. i’m currently on season two and i watched it all in the dub (i know, i’m sorry) but it’s hilarious- the characters are all unique and funny and insanely talented.

avatar : the last airbender

i watched this for the first time right at the start of lockdown and i say this confidently- every person should watch this show. i feel like it’s best to go into the show with no previous understanding or knowledge of it as it’ll feel so much more magical. the friendships and adventures the characters are just so great-

 parasite

oh my goodness. like avatar, you should go into it knowing nothing. all you need is: the poor kim family enter the lives of the wealthy park family. and something goes wrong. there’s a reason why this film got so many awards.

these are the little things that truly made 2020 a better year. here’s to more small things to make our lives happier in 2021.

[spaceyantique]

nineteen questions game

 I was tagged by @chloe-on-cloud9! :)

Nickname: dee 

Real name: sorry, we’re just gonna stick with dee

Zodiac: aries! idk about any of that moon/sun rising stuff

Fav musicians/ music groups: the beatles (duh), queen, michael jackson, elton john, the beach boys, the beastie boys, billy joel, george harrison (solo), dodie, manu chao, john bellion, ajr, the who... i tend to listen to more genres of music than specific artists. my playlists tend to be a mish mash of creators

Sports: i’m a dancer! i don’t play but i like watching ice hockey

Other blogs: no sir, just this one!

Do I get asks? yes! lots of them! i love talking to everyone on here

# of blogs I follow: 69 ;)

Tumblr crush: i don’t think i have one?

Lucky #: 7 and 12

What are you wearing right now? long sleeve pajama top and sleep shorts (i just woke up)

Dream vacation: god, i would go anywhere. honestly. i just want to travel so badly anywhere. give me a random plane ticket, i don’t care where. domestic, international, i’ll do it. if i had to pick a place, i’d either want to go to iceland, sweden, or cairo (very opposite places, i know). oh, but i want to go to paris... and prague... and tokyo... and barcelona... and dubai... and new orleans... and buenos aires... and...

Dream car: hm. i wouldn’t say i have a dream car, but right now i drive a beat-up 2008 honda odyssey, so i guess anything but that (though old doris is still hanging in there pretty well)

Favorite food: i like bread (shut up @kalypsichor), grilled asparagus, and those haribo double cherry gummy candies

Drink of choice: water! always water, gotta stay hydrated! but tea in the mornings

Instruments: lol nope. wait-- BODY LANGUAGE, HA

Languages: english and mostly fluent in spanish

Celeb crush: oh goodness. all four of the beatles, all of queen, leonardo dicaprio, harrison ford in the 70s, thomas brodie sangster, luke hemmings, ansel elgort, the cast of the outsiders movie, there are so many

Random fact: when i was 14, i went to a fine arts camp in the summer. most people went for music but i went for art and all the art kids decided that it would be funny to take oranges (and other fruit, but mostly oranges) from the mess hall and put them places around camp. we were in the woods so people stabbed them onto tree branches or threw them into the lake or perched them on buildings. it was hilarious, and we became the orange cult. admin got so mad but i don’t think anyone ever actually got in trouble.

I'm tagging @kalypsichor, @in-the-frap-of-the-gods, and @givemequeen​. i can’t remember if y’all have done it already. also anyone else who’d like to!

[the-fiction-witch]

Elisview manor P3

Media IRL X Horror

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Spooky + Scary

I sat at the end of the long wooden table nibbling at breakfast every so often I glanced up across the dining room. The three tall windows to the side opened to let in the light of the grey day, rain pattering the glass. The View down to the Elis River, the tall black walls with red rose wallpaper,  a large metal chandelier with candles slowly burning, the large long mahogany table I sat at one end with my toast and eggs. At the other end of the table, Thomas sat with his eggs and bacon, dressed for the day in all black. I did my best to be quiet and not make eye contact. I glanced up and met his eyes as we looked at one another across the table. 

"What?" he snapped,

"... I... I wanted to thank you for letting me join you for breakfast this morning," I smiled,

"You're welcome," he sighed, "I am going out today," 

"Oh, where are you going?" I asked,

"Never you mind," he snapped, 

"Oh... Forgive me,"

"I am going out, out riding. You are to stay in the house, in your room. Until I return." 

"I-"

"Yes?"

"Yes sir." I nodded,

"Good," he said finishing his food and getting up heading to the door,

"Why do I need to stay in my room thomas?" I asked,

He stopped. He didn't even glance at me. "what?"

"Why do I need to stay in my room, sir?"

He turned and stepped slowly to an empty chair his hands sat on the top of the chair back and he glared down at me, "Becuase I said so." 

"But I-"

"I am the lord of the manor! You listen to me!" he yelled but he saw me jump and his voice softened, "I am trying to protect you. Just stay in your damn room until I get back."

"Yes sir..." I nodded,

"Go. Now." He demanded, 

I nodded and got up adjusting my dress and heading to the door I passed him without a word but as I reached the entryway he grabbed my arm forcing me to stop as he held me tight against him,

"You are to stay in your room until I return. You are not to go wondering. not to go to the kitchens. not to go exploring. you are to lock your door and not open it. No matter what you hear. no matter what you see. you do not open your door do you understand me?"

"yes sir." I nodded, "how will I know when I can open it again?"

"I will unlock your door when I return."

"Yes sir."

He nodded his tongue sliding over his teeth, "If I find out you have left your room, I will kick you out on your rear."

"Yes sir..." I gulped,

"and if I find out you have stepped foot anywhere near my section of the house..."

"Yes?"

"...I will make you wish you were never born." He said, "Yes?"

"Yes sir." I nodded,

"Good. go on up and lock the door. But take the key out."

I nodded and headed up to my room, I did as he asked and locked my door taking the key out, I grabbed a book and lay in my little bed box. I sighed and tried to enjoy my day cooped up in my little room while thomas went out to do whatever he wanted I felt jealous of course that he could go and do what he wished while I was here locked up in my room. I almost wanted to unlock my door and run off to his part of the house to see what he was hiding from me. But I know I'm a guest here and I didn't want to cause any trouble or for thomas to be angry with me. 

I sighed put my book down and began to pace around my room looking for something to do, I kept hearing people moving around the house the same strange sounds like people walking within the walls often when I heard footsteps I perked up hoping thomas had returned and would let me out my room but it never was.

I perked up at the door and knocked but no voice came,

"Hello?" I asked,

Still, no answer came, 

"Hello?!" I asked slightly louder,

"Miss Y/l/n." The voice of Miss Marybell came through the door, 

"Ohh yes, good afternoon," I said, 

"Just asking if you'd like to come down for tea?"

"Ohh thank you but no it's alright I have my teapot."

"You sure you wouldn't rather come down for a cup of tea in the kitchens?"

"Uhh I would but it's alright Tho- the lord of the house told me not to unlock my door so."

"I promise we won't say a word to him,"

"No, it's alright really. I don't mind you ladies enjoying your tea without me." I told them sitting on my chamise by the fire, I watched the flames for a while doing some knitting.

 Until I heard the door jiggle as if someone was trying the lock, I assumed it would be thomas checking if it was locked as I had promised him but once discovering the door was locked he didn't go to unlock it but rather kept trying to open it. 

"Hello?" I asked rather confused, 

I wanted to make myself known so he knew I was inside but no answer came,

"Hello? Thomas is that you?" I asked,

"...Yes. Yes, it's me Y/n." his voice came from the other side of the door but immediately something didn't feel right, he was far too happy, far too chipper, far too informal. But perhaps he was just happy from wherever he had been, perhaps he had been drinking even?

"Can I come out now?" I chuckled, 

"Awww of course you can come out now, just unlock the door and come out."

"...I thought you where going to unlock my door?"

"I was. but you passed the test, I trust you. Unlock the door and come out."

I don't know why but I felt strange about it, something just seemed off.

"I uhh... have you forgotten the key?"

"No."

"Then why do I have to unlock it if you said you would?"

"... Y/n don't beat around the bush about it." he chuckled, "Come on sweetling just unlock the door and come out."

"...sweetie?" I asked moving closer to the door I could see the shadows of someone standing beyond the door, 

"yeah, come on out my sweetling," 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Come on, just unlock the door and come on out for me... I got you some chocolate and some strawberries?" He encouraged,

"Wh- why are you being so nice to me?" 

"Can't a man be nice to his beautiful little sweetling?" 

"Th- this isn't like you..."

"Just come on out, unlock the door and we can go down to the library and have a cuddle. hey? won't that be nice?"

"A cuddle?"

"Yeah a nice little cuddle on the library sofa, just you and me cuddled up cosy by the fire, I can read you a nice book while I play with your hair... won't that be nice?" 

"It... it does sound nice thomas..." I blushed setting my hand on the 

"Come on then, we can spend some time just you and me."

"I... I don't know didn't you say it was dangerous?" 

"I'll keep you safe, come on sweetling. I want to spend some time with you. Just you and me. I'll even give you a tour of my room?"

Immediately I was ticked. Something is for sure wrong. Something is going on... and this burning feeling in my mind... that wasn't thomas. 

"Uhhh no... No, thank you. I'd rather stay in my room." I said moving back from the door,

"what? come on don't you wanna cuddle up with me by the fire? Have some strawberries? you can even stay the night in my room if you wanna be safe?"

"No thank you."

"Why not!"

"I... I..."

"....Y/n. Open the door..." 

"no..."

"I am lord of this manor OPEN THE DOOR!"

"NO!"

"Open this door or I beat it down!" He yelled,

"I am not opening the door. You said I shouldn't until you came and unlocked it I am not unlocking the door." I answered,

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN IT NOW!" He demanded banging on my door and trying to force it open,

I jumped as I heard the heavy door at the front of the house slam shut downstairs, and suddenly outside my door I heard rushed running footsteps away from my door. That run filled me with utter fear as to who or what had been outside my door, who I had been speaking to, I heard steps from the stairwell as the footsteps headed slowly up, the door handle jiggled testing the lock, and I heard the sound of keys they jingled and clattered in the lock until the door handle twisted open and the door opened to thomas as I last saw him but with added mud on his boots and his hair a little damp, 

"...Thomas?"

"Hi Y/n..." He yawned, 

I bolted over and jumped wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my face into his shoulders holding my feet up off the floor,

"Whoa!" He yelped in surprise putting his arms around my waist so he wouldn't drop me, "Hello..."

"Hello..."

"...I wasn't gone that long was I?" he asked, "You alright?"

"I feel better now."

"Uhh... okay... sure... I- I want some dinner... are you just gonna... cling to me?"

"Mhm,"

"... alright," He sighed adjusting me a little and then carrying me with him down to the kitchens. 

[b00bconnoisseur]

60 questions for @not-my-brain

1. selfie.......Ugghhhh ok. Imma take one rn

Ok here u go (yes thats a bmth shirt)

2. what would you name your future kids?.....Ooo hmmm well when i was a kid i really liked the names disney, and mesiah. I didn't know at the time that mesiah was another name for god i think lol. I liked it cause of handlers mesiah. I still do. Ooo and maybe Tj too

3. do you miss anyone?......Yeah. My friends on Pinterest from a year ago. My friend lucas. Stan lee. Bob ross. My cousin who died from cancer some years ago. Snape. Sirius. Lupin. Tonks. Dobby. *continues to name every unfortunate death in hp*

4. what are you looking forward to?.......SE-YA next month!! Its the south eastern young adult festival at this college. You can have meet n greets with authors and alot of stuff its the besstttt

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?......DEFINATELY. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @sammchenry my friend lucas and @septembersbloom. ^^

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?..... What like...romantically? Or like a death? If romantically uhhh idk it took over a couple weeks but im ok now. Ive never had another relationship so idk. If death oof yeah idk maybe. Ig it depends on how much i knew them idk. Like when my nanny (great grandma) died i was sad for days (is that alot?)

7. what was your life like last year?.....Sucky af. Still is. But the highlights of my life last year was getting and making friends on tumblr, going to the tøp concert and going to warped tour, volunteering at the library, going to seya and meeting some of my favorite authors, reading, changing and improving my art, listening to all the bands i listen to now, getting into more fandoms, going to a friends house for the first time

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?.......Yes lol. Some years ago when i couldn't find smtn id be so annoyed and pissed id start crying. I dont now but still lol

9. who did you last see in person?.......Hm ig family doesn't count....? Wait do u mean a friend? If so uhh my friends rebekah, anika, and Judah at a TAB meeting at the library sometime last month.

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?......I think so? Like i mean I can hide whenever i get my....time of the month from my mom (talking abt stuff like that with her makes me uncomfortable) and i hid a breakup. And other p big stuff too. So imma say yeah

11. are you listening to music right now?........*pops on earbuds after reading this* yee im listening to bitch lasagna by pewdiepie xD (do i have the best spotify playlist or what?)

12. what is something you want right now?.......To hug @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye but SOMEONE has to live so far away

13. how do you feel right now?........Happy that my earbud still works cause they got washed in the wash yesterday....oops. Its not my fault. I told my dad to remind me to take it out of my jacket pocket before they threw it in but noooooo he forgot

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?.......Uhhhhh fuck idk it was probably from my lil 4 yr old bro sometime last week. Other than him (hes my favorite sibling) i dont let them hug me too much

15. personality description.......Nerdy. Fangirl. "Emo". Tomboy. Hotsause obsessed. Book lover. Music lover. Black. Blue. Harry potter. Introvert. Fall. Sports. Values friendship. Loyal. Uhhhh i cant think of much lol

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?.......*sigh* yes. Yes yes yes. Theres some things abt me, or my life really, that i havent told anyone on here or my irl friends that i sooooo want to so bad but i haven't cause i feel like they'd feel bad and pity me and i don't want that

17. opinion on insecurities........I dont really understand this one. Everyones insecure abt something. Is this askin like if i think its ok or not? I say its ok. Im insecure about literally everything about me. My face. My personality. My socialness. My art. What i do. What i say. Basically my whole body. The things i feel good abt are my books, music taste, and my friends (ily fuckers)

18. do you miss how things were a year ago?.........Hmm this time around a year ago....idk its sorta the same but all the stuff i mentioned abt my year from last year didn't happen yet so nah tho my life sucks rn its better than this time last year

19. have you ever been to New York?........Nooo but i want too soo baddd i wanna visit @septembersbloom !! Im coming for ya soon gramps *does the eye watching thing* my dads been to nyc before tho cause he does construction and he had a concrete job to do there. It was a 23 hr drive for him

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?........Uhhh idk!!! So hard! Maybe.....the whole thats the spirit album by bmth ;)

21. age and birthday?.....15 yrs of age and September 27th 2003 (whats yours brainy? I'll put it on my calendar)

22. description of crush......Its weird idk im not sure if its a genuine crush or not but uh....They like hp :).Thats all u get

23. fear(s).......Losing my best friend @dirtysocke and my other friends. Death. Failure. Momo chasing after me then killing me slowly keeping my eyes open to look her dead in the eyes while i die

24. height......5'6 call me short and I'll fuck u up with THIS *pulls out trusty potato peeler named now steve* dont test me boi

25. role model......Hhhhhhhh so many! But uh gosh one of them is @superraedizzle (youtuberrrr) and vexx and bob ross and da vinci and aaaaaaa so many

26. idol(s)......First person that immediately comes to mind is @sammchenry cause he's super cool and he's really nice and his art's reallyyy good (if u havent seen it w-w-what are u even doin with your life?) And he has a great sense of humor and *continues to ramble about why samms the best*

27. things i hate.......Dabs. Transphobes. Homophobic ppl. Basically any hate on the lgbtq+ community. Bullies. The ship starker. Umbridge. Snape haters

28. i’ll love you if….....U you'll eat pizza, draw, and rp harry potter with mee

29. favourite film(s)......Fantastic beasts. Every hp film. Twilight. The maze runner 1-2. The hunger games. Spiderman homecoming. Kingsman: secret service. Into the spideyverse tho i havent seen it yet

30. favourite tv show(s)......Inkmasterrrrr. B99. The mick. The middle. Uhhh idk mostly ink master xD

31. 3 random facts........Ive never had shrimp. I had a beta fish for over a year once. Im eating pizza crust rn

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?.......G i r l s. I have all girl friends irl and one boy. And on tumblr it seems like i just meet girls? Likei agree with @cristal-kyd1280 its like alot more gals then dudes here. But i do have some guy friends on here too. But mostly girls

33. something you want to learn.......TO DRAW ANATOMY DAMMIT

34. most embarrassing moment........Every moment of my lifes an embarrassing moment. Idk of i can pick a "most" embarrassing one. But one time i i sent my crush (now ex bf) a hey fuckface and like some hearts or whatever for an ask game that meant like "i have a crush on u" "youre adorable" etc and said Hewo but i did it all anonymously. But he confronted me askin if i sent it cause im the only person he knows that actually says hewo lol. Then later on i finally admitted i really liked him and well y'all know the story after i think. Unless you're new

35. favourite subject.......A R TTTT OFC

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?........meet my friends on tumblr. Get into mtsu (college i wanna go to) and study art. And go skydiving

37. favourite actor/actress........favorite actor uhhhhhh probably thomas brodie sangster or tom felton and my favorite actress? Hmmm idk maybe evanna lynch (luna lovegood)

38. favourite comedian(s).......probably kevin hart lol he's p funny

39. favourite sport(s)........basketballllllll and football

40. favourite memory........uhhhhh idk?? One oh my favorite memories was when we went to see tøp in concert

41. relationship status.....single as a pringle

42. favourite book(s)......harry potter and the order of the pheonix. Harry potter and the half blood prince. Simon vs the homo sapiens agenda. Divergent. Maze runner. Twilight. Fangirl. Fallen. Red queen

43. favourite song ever.......TOO HARD DONT MAKE ME CHOOSEEEEEE

44. age you get mistaken for.........16 and 17 sometimes lol

45. how you found out about your idol........i was watching someone on yt and superraedizzle always poped up in my feed and my mom turned on one of her vids cause she always saw her vids too now ive seen most of em i love her. Id heard of vexx but never watched him and i was watching a collab from anthony miller art and shrimpy and i checked out shrimpys channel and was lookin at comments and alot of ppl said his art is like vexxs so i checked out vexx. At first i was like eh ok. Now i cant click fast enough when he posts a vid. And i actually fpund out about bob ross from my grandpa on jan 20 2017 when trump was getting sworn in or whatever. We turned on pbs and my grampa told me to look and bob ross was on and i was IN. I loved it. I even started watching full episodes on YouTube of the joy of painting after that. Wonderful man. My first painting i ever did i think was when i followed one of his tutorials xD (i didnt know it was popular at the time)

46. what my last text message says......."ok your turn"

47. turn ons.....uhh nerds ig idk um book lovers, music lovers, art lovers, potterheads, idk and nice ppl

48. turn offs......jerks. Homophobia. Idk ig whatever i said in things i hate

49. where i want to be right now......uhhhh idk wait didn't i already answer this? Ok this ones different ig so uhh with my friend lucas

50. favourite picture of your idol.....oh shit...favorite? Idk xD i have a fave of vexx but not of rae or bob. But heres pics of them any way

51. starsign......a libraaaaa boiii

52. something i’m talented at......drawing and speed reading. Thats about it lol. Oh and procrastina

53. 5 things that make me happy.......ooooo art, my friends here on tumblr, books, harry potter, and music ^^

54. something thats worrying me at the moment.....if my friend thinks im being annoying

55. tumblr friends......hhhhh so manyyyyyy. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @chinesewaffles2 @kingantlion @queen-baelin @sammchenry @septembersbloom and more

56. favourite food(s)......green beans, pepperoni pizza, and vanilla madelines

57. favourite animal(s).......basically any reptile. Puppies. Cats. Any animal really but my #1 are snakes

58. description of my best friend.....well she's a tiny bean (5 feet) and she has dark hair, she wears glasses, she doesnt take shit, she's in love with Josh dun, she's awesome, funny, nice (YES youre nice jackie) and shes the best friend ive ever had. Oh. And she has a weird obsession with spaghetti

59. why i joined tumblr.......well i heard abt it on Pinterest over a year ago but didnt want it. Then @mrfastbass-deactivated20181231 on DeviantArt said he got tumblr so i made one then followed him and figured id just post art and that's it cause i thought tumblr was boring as hell when i first got it. Now im p much obsessed with it

60. ask me anything you want.......go ahead brainy shoot. Give me smtn good

[theromcomcatalog]

Love Actually

It’s been a few years since I’ve sat down and watched this, and with so many ‘Love Actually is actually problematic’ discussions going around lately, I decided to give it another watch with a “fresh set of eyes” to see if the current social climate would somehow diminish my enjoyment of Richard Curtis’s 2003 holiday rom-com.

It didn’t. Are there some issues with this movie? Of course there are. Natalie (Martine McCutcheon) is called chubby and comments are made about her butt and her thighs, although… Natalie is not fat. Not even close. The fat jokes simply made no sense and had no point other than to draw laughs. The majority of storylines focus on men getting their happy ever after (Mark is the exception, although he still gets an uplifting, favorable send off) while the two storylines centering around women (Emma Thompson’s Karen and Laura Linney’s Sarah) end in infidelity and heartbreak.

There is also a distinct lack of diversity and LGBT representation. I’m pretty sure the movie could have ditched the Creepy Colin Goes to America to Get Laid storyline and reinserted the deleted scenes featuring Frances de la Tour and Anne Reid as a lesbian couple dealing with terminal illness. Of course, had that happened we would have probably been talking about the 'Bury Your Gays’ trope that has plagued television and cinema, where the already sparse representation of the LGBT community gets killed off (most notably queer women).

So does Love Actually have problems? Yes, it does. But despite these issues, I was still able to love and appreciate Love Actually for what it is. A movie that shows us what love is 'all around us’, whether it’s romantic, platonic or unrequited. It’s complicated and messy. Awkward and charming. Heartbreaking and painful. Problematic!

There are some hits and misses in the movie. Some of the stories suffer from a lack of adequate screen time to develop the relationships, so to believe in some sudden, all-encompassing love is difficult. But some are a couple of well developed, emotionally nuanced plots that make the movie worth a watch. I’ve ranked my favorite Love Actually storylines from worst to best below:

- Colin’s desperate need to get laid - Decides he’s the god of sex stuck on the wrong continent so he goes to America to pick up hot women and succeeds. Meh. His accent isn’t cute enough to dismiss his obnoxious behavior.

- Juliet, Mark and Peter - 'Self-preservation’ is no excuse for being a jerk to someone you’re supposedly in love with, even if that someone is your best friend’s new wife. Also, don’t confess said love on Christmas Eve while your best friend watches television upstairs. It’s creepy.

- Sarah and Karl - Sarah feels like she can’t follow through on a relationship with a man at work whom she’s been in love with for a couple of years because of her mentally ill brother, who has come to depend on her, even though he lives in a facility. If Karl knew what was good for him, he would be willing to give a try anyway, despite the constant phone calls. Boo on Karl.

- David and Natalie - There is an instant spark between the Prime Minister and his new employee, Natalie. She curses a lot, which is cute. He’s Hugh Grant as the Prime Minister, also cute. He decides to change his stance on foreign policy with the President of the United States (a smarmy Billy Bob Thornton) when he catches the President hitting on Natalie. Then he “redistributes” Natalie because of his attraction to her. Also, there are the fat jokes. The saving grace to this story is when David goes door to door to find out where Natalie lives and ends up singing a carol for three adorable little girls with one of his security guards.

- Jamie and Aurelia - Jamie’s brother is having an affair with his girlfriend, so he goes to France for a while to write a crime novel. There he meets Aurelia, a Portuguese woman who cleans his villa and cannot speak English. Jamie can’t speak Portuguese, so they learn to communicate in other ways. This is a cute story and honestly, the only one I feel could have been its own movie. I wanted to see them get past the language barrier and cultural differences on their way to love. But we don’t get a lot of development here, so the proposal at the end, while adorable, is insanely unrealistic. But… Colin Firth, so I’m willing to let it go.

- Billy Mack and Joe - Billy Mack is by far the most entertaining part of Love Actually. An aging rock star who records a horrible Christmas song only to find it becoming a surprise hit thanks to his No F*cks Given attitude while promoting the single, Billy is soon back on top and invited to Elton John’s Christmas bash. Turns out he would rather spend the holiday with his manager than a bunch of scantily clad women. “You turned out to be the fucking love of my life.”

- Harry and Karen (and Mia) - Okay, yes we know Mia is a tart. They’re sure to overplay just how much of a tart she is, with her overt flirtations with Harry, asking him for a pretty present in exchange for 'everything’. She wears devil horns to the Christmas party and wears racy red lingerie while Karen (a devastatingly good Emma Thompson) laments that she feels like Pavarotti in her frumpier wardrobe. We get it. Mia bad. But as usual, Harry’s role in this extramarital flirtation/affair is sometimes lost in the Mia hate. As painful as this storyline is, it’s also one of the more believable ones. Harry and Karen have a home, and two kids and a relationship that feels comfortable, though not overly passionate. Harry’s attention is caught by his attractive assistant and he buys her a gold necklace while gifting his wife a CD she probably already owns. The brilliance of Love Actually is captured in only one scene, where Karen discovers Harry’s infidelity and stands alone in their bedroom while Joni Mitchell plays. She’s not allowed to lose control or release her heartbreak. She has to keep it together as not to spoil her family’s Christmas. Emma Thompson is truly the movie’s MVP.

- John and Judy - This story doesn’t get enough credit when people discuss Love Actually. We get to witness their cute, awkward courtship as they simulate fake sex as stand-ins on a porno. Perfectly normal and charming, this is by far one of the best stories in Love Actually. I wish they’d had more screentime.

- Daniel, Sam and Joanna - Heartfelt and pure, this was much more about Daniel and Sam’s relationship as stepfather and son after a tragic loss than it is about Sam’s crush on Joanna. This is one of the only storylines we get a true conclusion to, and is it a rom-com if there’s not an airport chase scene?

Love Actually is not in my yearly Christmas rotation, but I do consider it an above average holiday film and rom-com. It’s not perfect, but it’s a warm, feel-good movie with some wonderful performances, and the end montage of friends and family greeting each other at the airport will surely tug at your heartstrings.

Fun Facts:

Kris Marshall (Colin) allegedly returned his paycheck for the scene where the three American girls undress him. He said he had such a great time having three girls undress him for twenty-one takes, that he was willing to do it for free, and thus returned his check for that day.

The airport greeting footage at the beginning and end of the film is real. Richard Curtis had a team of cameramen film at Heathrow airport for a week, and whenever they saw something that would fit in they asked the people involved for permission to use the footage.

According to Richard Curtis they had to put Emma Thompson in a “fat suit” to make her appear heavier because she is actually a very thin woman.

Keira Knightley was only 17 when she filmed Love Actually. Thomas Brodie-Sangster (Sam) was 13.

Richard Curtis had been working on two separate scripts when he decided to merge them and create Love Actually. The two scripts were the Prime Minister’s story and Jamie’s trip to Frane where he meets Aurelia. 

Notable Song: Christmas Is All Around by Billy Mack

Rating: 💍💍💍.5

[autumn--soldier]

Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You ~ Thomas Brodie Sangster

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Your POV

I sigh as I finish the rest of my drink, slamming the glass back onto the bar as the liquid slides down my throat, leaving a strong burning sensation in its place. The bartender walks up to me before picking up me glass and putting it behind the counter. Slowly opening my mouth to speak, he beats me to it, "Any more and you'll be leaving here to get your stomach pumped. You can't keep doing this Y/n." I brush off his words, shaking my head at him. "Shouldn't that be my choice Jords? Now get off my case and get pouring me another drink." I roll me eyes, pointing to a bottle of liquor on the shelf. He shakes his head, before walking off to another customer waiting. Jackass.

Sliding off my stool, I straighten my black dress out, fix my hair and walk off onto the dance floor. I listen in onto the music and sway my hips to the beat of 'Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You' by Arctic Monkeys. Getting lost in the music, I don't pay attention to my surroundings, just the beat and my hips. I didn't pay attention to the three men walking into the bar. I don't pay attention to them making their way onto the dance floor. I don't pay attention to one of them placing their hands on my hips until I realise I'm leaning against him and snaking my arms behind me into his hair.

Giggling, I turn around to look at my mystery partner and I'm met with familiar eyes, although I don't realise why I recognise them at the time. I sweep his caramel fringe back and look into his murky eyes which are glazed over with lust. Biting my lip, he peels a hand off my hip and taps on my lip with his index finger. "Don't do that love, wouldn't want them getting ruined now would we?" He huskily whispers, his warm breath fanning over my face because of the close proximity. I drag my tongue across my upper lip whilst smirking, watching as his jaw tenses and his grip tightens on my hips.

Dipping his head down, he pulls my body up against him once again and settles his face against my neck. Slowly, he drags his peach lips above the sensitive skin of my neck from my collarbones to my jaw, leaving a lingering kiss when at the top. I tug at his hair slightly as a shiver travels up my spine. He pulls away, his eyes linking back up with mine. I slide my eyes down to his lips before connecting my baby pink ones with his soft pair. Our lips melt together as the song gets drowned out by our lust. His hands travel up and down my waist, dragging his fingertips along. I stand on the tips of my toes to try and balance our heights but he still looms over me as he leans down to connect his lips with mine. They both move in sync, meeting with my lips before breaking for a split second for air. He slowly drags his tongue against my swollen bottom lip, as if asking for permission to up the antics. I part my mouth and his tongue slowly enters, roaming each inch of my mouth, the taste of alcohol and cigarettes lingering from his tongue into my mouth. I try to battle for dominance but he eventually overpowers me so I let him have his way. He writes his name across my tongue before we both pull away for a breath. It wasn't until that point when I realised who he was. He was Thomas Brodie Sangster. THE Thomas Brodie Sangster. Completely awestruck I go to open my mouth but non coherent muffled sounds fall out and I give up trying to speak. His swollen lips turn up into a sweet smile. "What was that love?" He asks, as if he realises I know who he is. Shaking my head, it shout back to him over the music. "It's nothing, you just remind me of someone." Trying to play off the fact that I'm internally processing my recent events out in my head with this new information.

"Want to get out of here, um--" He goes to say my name, realising he doesn't know it. "Y/n, and yes I'd love to" I say, him smiling at my response. He snakes his hand onto the small of my back and guides me through the sea of sweaty bodies and fluorescent lights into the cool air of the British summer night.

A/N I hope you all like this! Sorry if it’s a bit sucky :/ All reposts and likes are super appreciated and criticism/comments are always welcomed! ♥

[theres-no-paradise]

Sorry not Sorry

Chapter 3

Summary: A random number wakes you up early on a Saturday morning. But it doesn't stop there. The stranger keeps on sending messages, and you have no idea what is happening, when you start to develop feelings for the unknown person.

Pairings: Tom Holland  x Reader [submit your name: How it works]

Y/N your Name

Y/F your friends name

Word Count:  1980

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 4

Warnings: There will be swearing for sure, lots of sarcasm

A/N: Screenshots of the Conversations will follow shortly. Tom still keeps texting but its getting more personal with each chapter. I hope you enjoy and are as excited as I am on how this story will develop. I have planned some nice shit lol 

Spending the evening in Pajamas in front of your TV, watching some Series and eating unhealthy food was something that kept you sane after a hard week of work. It became a habit, you didn't want to miss out on during friday nights when some of your friends went out, clubbing, drinking and having their time of their life. As you were stuffing the cheesy pizza into your mouth, a little ‘bling’ signalled an incoming message. You looked at your phone and grabbed it with your free hand, with the other you kept on biting into the Pizza slice. +44 98 7654 3210: Where do you live?

Sighing, you dropped your phone onto your lap. Would this Tom - guy ever stop texting you? It happened more frequently the past few days and you had no idea why.

You: Hopefully far away from you

Something in your gut told you, that he wasn’t living far away from you. He definitely lived somewhere in england, for sure because his phone number showed the british area code but how big was the possibility that he lived in the same town as you?

Massive, you thought. Its London after all.  

+44 98 7654 3210:   You’re so bitter

Oh somebody isn’t happy with my answer, you guessed, and smiled a little as you typed back a response.

You: I’m not bitter. Only careful who Im texting with since you’re still a stranger to me.

It didn’t take Tom long to answer and his message made you smile again. Stop that, Y/N! Rolling your eyes, you thought about a cheeky answer.

+44 98 7654 3210: I’m not a stranger anymore! You know my name and I know yours!

You: Do you have any friends? It seems that you don’t have any since you’re texting me so often.

+44 98 7654 3210: Well, I could say the same about you since you don’t bother answering.

Good answer, you thought and felt kind of defeated. But you just didn’t want to give in yet so you thought about a smart thing you could answer.

You: Maybe it’s true. Would that mean you’d leave me alone since I’m socially awkward and a loner?

+44 98 7654 3210: Nope. I’d even annoy you even more.

You: Bloody hell

+44 98 7654 3210: We’re getting along so well!

You: I don’t think so

+44 98 7654 3210: :(

This guy was really persistent and at some point you accepted the fact that you were talking to someone you had no idea who it was. The chances of meeting each other were slim, as you didn’t intend in making friends with this person(at least for now). You didn’t care if he lived around the corner or not (Except if he were a serial killer, but you threw the thought over board. Stop being so overdramatic Y/N), as long as he didn’t become someone creepy.

After the exchange of Text messages, you put away the rest of your pizza and headed into bed, since it was getting late. You were hoping for a nice long sleep this night and hopefully no one would wake you up again. You glanced one more time to your phone and made sure, that the sound for text messages was silent, before you hopped into your bed and buried yourself under the thick and soft blankets. Soon, sleep took over and you drifted off into a  deep, calm slumber.

A loud ringing noise woke you up way too early in the morning. Even though the curtains in front of your windows were closed, you could tell that it was still dark outside since there was no sign of light, it must’ve been somewhere around five in the morning,

“I’m gonna kill you” you murmured into your pillow as you lunged at your phone, only to see that the ringing has stopped. It didn’t show the number nor Caller ID so you wanted to throw your phone back to the little nightstand but as it light up, a new message was shown.

+44 98 7654 3210: I lost haz again

“You gotta be kidding me”, you murmured and opened Whatsapp afterwards to send a reply.

You: Are you SHITTING me? And that’s why you Text me early in the morning…

ON A SATURDAY?

A reply came soon after you’ve pressed the green send button on your messenger.

+44 98 7654 3210: Shit I’m sorry! I didn’t think about the time difference. Sorry sorry sorry

You: You texted a british Number, dude. You should know the time here!

+44 98 7654 3210: Sorry! Really! I swear I didn’t mean to wake you up.

You: Now go look for haz, bloody hell

+44 98 7654 3210: Yes Ma’am

Wait, you’re in the UK? That means we live in the same country

You saw him still typing but you tried to cut him off, in hope he would just shut up already and let you sleep.

You: What did I just tell you?

+44 98 7654 3210: Sorry!

You lie awake in your bed for a little while, seeing if a new message were on the way but there was no sign after fifteen minutes so you decided to check if Tom found his friend again. It’s something, you used to do with your own friends as well. You were mostly the person, checking on them and being the babysitter on night outs so you felt like asking Tom if he found his friend. You didn’t want to worry and being lost in a city you don’t even know could be really dangerous. So better be safe than sorry.

You: Found him?

+44 98 7654 3210: Yes, we’re in the Uber back to the Hotel!

You: Ok. Good night

+44 98 7654 3210: Wait. Did you stay awake to be sure we found each other?

You: Good. night.

+44 98 7654 3210:   :)

You care!

You sighed annoyingly and turned around in your bed. How did this guy even manage to wake you up every weekend? Well, that was only the second in a row but if he kept on doing that, you’d turn the game around and get on his nerves, you swore that to yourself.

You drifted back into a deep slumber, your last thought being about Tom, and how he must’ve been in a different country since he seemed to be in a different time zone. You wondered where he was and put it on your imaginary list to ask him some time soon.

You were out with Y/F for some afternoon lunch. As you guys ordered something, she realized that you were much more on your phone than usual.

“Are you waiting for an important call?”, she asked, giving you a questioning look.

“Oh, no sorry. I’m gonna put it away.”

She eyed you for a moment longer, since she knew you hated to be on your mobile when you met friends. So it must’ve been something important, that you were waiting for to check on the little device every so often, Y/F thought.

At some point, you heard your phone buzz in your pocket, but you didn’t want to disturb your friend while eating, so you tried to ignore it but she didn’t miss your eyes light up at the little sound.

“I heard it. If its important, check it out”, she said, taking a big bite of her Turkey sandwich.

+44 98 7654 3210:   Y/N!!!

You: What is it?

If it’s not important, leave me alone

I’m busy

You pressed the send button and put your phone back on the table, taking a sip of your drink. You felt the stares, Y/F was giving you but you didn’t know how to tell her about the stranger. Just as your phone vibrated again, you sighed and took a hold of it.

+44 98 7654 3210:   Hi

You: omg

+44 98 7654 3210:   I was wondering

Did you safe my number?

You: no, why should I?

You’re a stranger after all

You didn’t wait for an answer from Tom, instead you shoved your phone bloody-minded into your bag and took a bite from your food. “Is it the stranger?” Y/F suddenly asked and you nearly choked on your lunch. While you tried to swallow, you nodded with an annoyed look. “What does he want? I thought you stopped texting?”

“He just keeps messaging me every day” you said, and explained everything to your friend. She seemed to enjoy this and laughed at some messages, as you showed them to her. Once your phone buzzed again, she couldn’t hold it in and laughed out loud. “So you guys know your names already? No Strangers anymore?” she giggled and you checked the recent message.

+44 98 7654 3210:   Stop it with the stranger already. We are on a first name base!

“The Problem is, he keeps texting me. You saw my answers and he doesn’t care. Its as if he didn’t get the hints in the beginning, even though I’ve been straightforward. So I think I got used to this at some point…”, you ranted, as you typed in a reply. Your best friend smiled throughout your whole exclamation. “Maybe he has fun writing with you. Who knows what kind of guy he is. Maybe he’s really nice?”

“Or maybe still an old ass pedo that’ll try to kidnap me if I don’t stay alert.” Y/F laughed heartily at your words and you couldn’t help but smile.

You: I don’t care.

+44 98 7654 3210:   Well, I did.

And I saved it as ‘Smol Sarcastic Bean’

I think it suits you

You: omg

You actually smiled at the nickname and decided, to save his number as well. You laughed lightly, as you typed in his name. ‘Not Tom Hardy :(’

Y/F was looking at you curiously and you showed her the screen once again. “Oh my God. Just imagine texting with Tom Hardy. That’d be something I’d wish for”, Y/F said with a dreamy voice. “I bet he wouldn’t text the way this Tom does”, you smirked and took another sip of your drink.  “What if this Tom was another Celeb? There are quite a few with that name. Tom Cruise. Tom Hiddleston. Tom Felton.”

“Tom Hanks or Thomas Brodie Sangster!” You both laughed and giggled and started to chat about the idea of ‘Tom’ being someone Famous. If you only knew.

You: Okay, saved it. Now leave me alone I have stuff to do

+44 98 7654 3210:   but I’m bored

You: Seriously Tom. I’m gonna block your number if you don’t stop.

+44 98 7654 3210:   you wouldn’t!

You: watch me

+44 98 7654 3210:   If you wanted to, you’d have done it already!

You: Choke on air, Tom

+44 98 7654 3210:   I knew it hahaha

There was one thing you finally realized after saving up Tom’s number. You were able to see his profile picture he used on Whatsapp. You quickly checked your own one, just to make sure there was no face to be seen. You sighed in relief. You still had the picture of your neighbours cat, laying on top of your body on the bed as an Icon.

You checked out Tom’s profile. His status didn’t say anything except ‘Available’. And his Photo seemed to be from a photo shooting. Black and white and him wearing no shirt. He seemed to be fit and you felt your cheeks heat up a little at the sight of his torso. But you couldn’t see his face which annoyed you. How were you able to imagine his facial expressions,if you didn’t know his face in the first place. Asking for a selfie would’ve been to forthright so you hoped for him to post something in his status or leak his face on his icon someday. Who knew.

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