Arthur’s ignored me the entire time I’ve been at the Garrison, too busy letting a gaggle of drunken women flirt with him, and I’ve had enough, so I storm back to the bar to get another drink, when a bloke sidles up to me.
“You here on your own?” he says, and there’s a slight slur to words that tells me he’s on his way to getting as off his face as everyone else here.
I look back over to Arthur who’s lounging back in his chair, reveling in the attention he’s receiving.
Summary: Tom makes a tiny slip up on his interview with Ellen Pairing: Tom x Reader Word Count: 2,219
You sit in the waiting room, watching the large television
directly in front of you as Ellen starts her show. It’s only been around three
months since you last guested here, and the only reason you found yourself back
here so soon is because of one name; Tom Holland.
2 Months Earlier
Ellen sits in the familiar arm chair as she welcomes
Marvel’s newest hero.
“…And joining us today is Spiderman himself, Mr. Tom
Holland!” She gestures toward the entryway for the guest just as Tom makes
his way in.
He sits comfortably in the chair with a laugh, “Hey there!”
He waves at the audience.
Ellen clears her throat, “So Tom, this is your first time
guesting here, how is it?”
He scratches his chin, “Well, honestly Ellen, this is
such a huge deal for me. It’s massive! I didn’t even think I’d ever step foot
on this set!”
Ellen laughs, leaning back, “So Spiderman Homecoming is
a huge hit.” She pauses to let the audience give an applause, “See?
All those fans, they’re all here for you.”
“I know. I-I mean it’s crazy! Isn’t it? Just a couple
of years ago, I was just some nobody actor who also happened to be a huge
Spiderman fan, and now, I’m Peter Parker!” His eyes widened in excitement
as he practically bounces in his seat.
Ellen gives a small laugh, “Well, I’d say it’s more
like Peter Parker has become Tom Holland.”
Tom teasingly acts shy, giggling, “Oh stop it,
you.” And the whole audience goes crazy over it.
“Alright, I love your accent, given that English accent;
I take it that you’re not a kid from Queens, so I’m curious how did you go
about becoming a kid from Queens. Did you go to Queens at all? Did you maybe
immerse yourself with New York in general?
He takes the mug off the table and sips, "Actually,
there’s a story about that. Yeah, it’s funny. Marvel actually sent me to a
school in the Bronx where I had a fake name, and I put on an accent, and I went
for like three days. I basically had to go to this science school and blend in
with all the kids, and some of the teachers didn’t even know. It was a science
school, and I am in no way a science student.” He laughs, “It was
actually my worst subject and so Some of the teachers would call me up in front
of the class and try to get me to do science equations and stuff – it was so embarrassing.
But it was actually really informative because schools in London are so
different. I would go to school every day in a suit and tie, with just boys. To
be in a school where you can be free and let loose, and be with girls, it was
so different. Like SO different. But yeah, it was a really great
Ellen laughs, “So how did it feel? Did nobody really
notice that you were Spiderman? I mean that’s crazy!”
Tom is an excited babbler, if he somehow gets overexcited
about the conversation, he doesn’t have an off button, he just goes on and on
and this was the reason he was so lousy with secrets, “Oh Ellen, it was
Ellen cuts him off, “You find it amazing that nobody knew
you?” The audience laughs.
He nods excitedly, “Oh absolutely! It was great, I mean
to be Spiderman, you can’t have people knowing who you were so nobody figured
it out.” He laughs, “It was just an experience, not even my
girlfriend knew who I was at first, and that’s kind of strange since she’s an
actress, but at the same time, it made me very happy since no one could tell
that I was the new Spiderman, and that’s what and who Peter was, a nerdy kid
who nobody would ever suspect of being the guy in red and blue.”
Ellen’s smile gets bugger as Tom continues to talk about going
undercover in Queens, “Sorry to interrupt, but girlfriend?”
Tom looks like he’s on cloud nine, not realizing exactly
what he was doing, “Yeah, my girlfriend, Y/N.”
He pauses midsmile and looks directly into the camera, eyes
wide, and his facial expression frozen in an open mouthed smile as he realizes
exactly what he’s just done, “Holy shit.” He furrows his eyebrows and
shuts his eyes as he clenches a fist and holds back a laugh, “Oh God, I am
such an idiot!”
The audience reactions are a mix of laughter and catcalls as
Ellen tries to calm them down, “It’s alright Tom! But just so we’re clear,
you’re talking about Y/N? As in Y/N Y/L/N?” A picture of you from a recent
photoshoot popping up on the screen.
He sighs in defeat and lifts his head up, “She is going
to kill me.” He laughs and looks at the screen, “But yeah, that’s
her. She looks quite lovely in that picture.” He smiles at it.
Ellen chuckles from the background, “This young love is
just too cute. Isn’t it folks?” The crowd answers with cheers, “So
how long has this been going on? How long have you been fooling us Tom?”
He runs his hand through his hair, “Alright, so
first…” he looks into the camera, “Y/N, darling, sweetheart, I am so
sorry. I am a dead man walking, I know, but look how lovely you look up
there.” He points to the screen and looks at Ellen, “I am so dead
Ellen. She will kill me, oh God.” The audience laughs at his reaction.
Ellen presses a few buttons on what could be assumed as the
master control and a video from an award show pops up, “Do you mean to
tell me, that this wasn’t some random encounter?”
Tom looks at the screen, it was a video of you walking the
carpet and he was looking at you the moment you arrived, upon coming face to
face you two waved at each other and instantly once the video ends, he buries
his face further into his hand, “Please don’t hate me.”
Ellen stands, “Alright! That’s all the time we have for
today! But Y/N, you owe us an interview.” She laughs into the camera as it
“So, how have you been?” Ellen stares at you from
the other chair over, and you find yourself looking out at the audience in
“Fine.” You squeak, it has Ellen jokingly
squinting at you as the audience bursts into laughter.
“You have a major offense Y/N.” Ellen laughs,
“Why do you do me dirty like this?”
You lift your hands up in surrender, “Hey, not my fault
you didn’t ask.”
Ellen looks at you incredulously, “Last time we talked,
you said you weren’t dating anyone!”
You laugh with a snort, “Well technically, I’m not.
First, we’re not dating anymore, it’s more like a business deal. Like you
should see us in the morning when we’re getting ready, we’re like a well-oiled
machine.” The audience laughs once again, “And second, I don’t
consider Tom a person.”
Ellen holds back her laughter, “In the morning? So you
two live together? Are you kidding me right now? You two have been going behind
my back?” Ellen gives you a surprised open mouthed smile, “You know
what? How about we bring Tom out here to explain!” And the audience erupts
in cheers, as you sit dumbfounded on the sofa before a pair of arms are
grasping your shoulders.
“Oh, come on Tom! Just a shoulder squeeze?” Ellen
gives you two a disbelieving look.
You hear him chuckle beside you on the couch which you had
wondered about earlier on during the practice takes, “I wasn’t too sure if
it was appropriate.”
Ellen smiles at you two before you speak up, “What the
hell are you doing here?” You look at him with a happy but confused face.
He looks to you then to Ellen, “I don’t think she wants
Ellen quiets everyone down before speaking, “You know
Y/N, the funny thing about that is we actually didn’t invite him. He just
invited himself, like literally.” Ellen looks to the crowd, “I texted
him yesterday that you were coming and he just replies with…”
A picture pops up on the screen in a text message conversation
between Ellen and your boyfriend where his final reply is, “Oh cool, can I
come? Never mind, I’ll come anyway. I’ll even bring some coffee.”
You scoff at the screen before facing your boyfriend,
“You are incredible.” You give out a hollow laugh and look at Ellen,
“See? I told you, he’s not human.”
He relaxes on the couch and crosses his ankle over his
thigh, "I just wanted to support my girlfriend you know?”
You roll your eyes at him playfully, “You know, the
only reason I’m here is because of you right?”
Tom laughs adorably before Ellen speaks up, “Actually,
about that. How did you handle it?”
You sit up, brushing debris off of your skirt, before Tom’s
covering your legs, “Babe, you’re on television.” You scoff and give
a disbelieving look at Ellen.
“Do you see what I mean?”
Tom quickly takes off his jacket and places it over your
lap, stopping in front of your face for a kiss on the cheek, which you give,
“So back to what I was about to explain, we met even before he started
filming for Civil War. During his undercover stint in Queens, where I was doing
a photoshoot.” Your voice cracks due to nerves and you suddenly stop when
Tom grabs your hand and squeezes it, “So I snuck off to this local comic
book cafe, and I am a big Spiderman fan. So here I am drinking my coffee while
looking at a Spiderman comic, the one where Gwen Stacy dies, and this strange
guy where an ID from some science school in Queens approaches me points to the
comic book, and goes, "I’m gonna be that guy.” and it should have
warded me off.“ You look lovingly at Tom, "But it didn’t. He is just
the sweetest guy.”
“Well that is just adorable, but Y/N, tell me this. You
have never gone public when dating someone, you’ve never actually revealed who
you date, so what makes this different?”
You laugh nervously, “Well first of all, he told you
all. But like I said, Tom is an amazing guy. He just makes me want to be
Tom cuts in, “I actually did feel quite guilty then.”
Ellen sips from her cup, then looks at the two of you, “So
about that, how was that? How did you find out? Because I had a bet with my
wife that Tom would wait until the actual televised showing to actually reveal
to you what he did.” Ellen jokes.
You look at Tom playfully, and he only opens his palm to you
as a gesture for you to answer the question and you laugh, “Oh my gosh, just
imagine it Ellen. I’m in bed, sleeping and this guy” You point an accusing finger
at Tom, “comes barging in in the middle of the night, asking me why I haven’t
been answering my phone, and I try to tell him that I lost it when he suddenly
blurts out that I’m going to hate him. I didn’t believe it at first, but yeah,
I did. I did briefly hate him.” You laugh, “He got pretty smug about it too, he
goes, “So I went on Ellen today, and I
told them about you.” And he just shrugs while I’m sitting in bed, just gaping
Tom scratches the back of his head, “I actually was kind of
nervous to tell her since Y/N is a very private person and she’d only been
talking about trying to be more open, but doing that all of a sudden, I was
scared she’d kick me out, or break up with me.”
Ellen nods in understanding, “So do you two live together? How
long has this exactly been going on?”
Tom readily takes the question, “It’s not that we’re living
together, it’s more like, I’m just either over at her place all the time or she’s
at mine all the time. Right now, we’re at about over a year and a half?”
Ellen looks at the audience with a laughing face, “So you two
basically live in two houses?” She turns to the audience, “Can y’all just imagine
the bills they have to pay?!”
Ellen clasps her hands together and looks at the two of you,
“Alright, so the interview is just about done, do you two have any messages for
each other? Just so the audience has something to think about before going to
bed tonight.” She jokes.
You look at Tom, only to see that he’s already staring at
you as if you created the very galaxy, he smiles and then sighs, “I don’t know.
I love you Y/N. I guess that’s it.”
You smile softly at him, and mouth a silent “I love you too.”
In his direction before he’s leaning in to kiss you, “You’re still an idiot
Well, Eben Etzebeth Earned His 5-0th Cap Today, Making Him At 26 The Youngest Springbok To Achieve That Milestone. But He WAs A Bit Of A PWE, Getting Yellow Carded For Getting Into An Argy-Bargy With The Wallabies.
Question to Lewis: Lewis will you speak together before the race to ensure there is no argie bargy out there?
Question to Lewis: You don’t need to or you have an understanding already?
Lewis: Its been discussed at the beginning of the season and several times through the season and particularly after Spa so there is no need to revisit it we are not children we should know what wrong and what’s right.
Question to Nico: Nico do you have anything to add?
Nico: Yes Lewis can do something to keep it clean and that’s to drive cleanly himself so its not like he can’t do anything.
Once, in an interview I was told, rather absurdly by a professor that there are no Dalits in West Bengal. I had responded with a wry smile and had nothing to say. It is my contention that there are no Dalits in West Bengal because of the simple fact that Dalits are not allowed to exist. You can be a casteless Brahmin, Baidya or Kayastha. On the other side of the equation, you can be an untouchable/achyut waiting to be emancipated (accultured) by upper caste casteless radicals or you can be a scheduled caste employee perpetually embarrassed for enjoying the “privilege” of affirmative action.
The word Dalit as I understand it refers to dignity of the person concerned without taking away the history of prejudice and discrimination that he or she still faces in forms that cannot be explained through Bhadrolok Marxism. It has gradually incorporated within itself the long history of resistance against caste system as well as our claim to an autonomous identity that cannot be equated with the predicament of being poor, working class or an untouchable but includes something more than that.
When I identify myself as a Dalit I am making a claim and seeking recognition for that discrimination, prejudice as well as that resistance. But inadvertently by identifying myself as a Dalit I am also doing something more. I am challenging a practice of “division of labourers” that is endemic to West Bengal. This is the division between emancipators (which includes writers, intellectuals, social activists, doctors, economists, trade union leaders, Naxalite leaders) and the to be emancipated (which includes peasants, workers in factories and homes, taxi drivers, rickshaw pullers etc).
Just browse at any book store or go through the names of the faculty of the famous universities or the list of authors in any random little magazine dedicated to social transformation in the state. You will find the Bhattacharjees, Mukherjees, Boses, and Dasguptas glittering on the pages. And then try to find out the surnames of the thousands of men and women who form the crowd at any political rally or gathering, the men who clean the streets every morning and take away our shit and waste the women who commute daily to keep the houses of Bhadrolok clean.
In this context a Brahmin taxi driver or a Dalit lecturer or activist (especially) is an eyesore, a cause of moral and political anathema. This is feudalism twisted to suit the needs of Bhadrolok Radicalism. Bhadrolok Marxism entailed that a caste of people /bhadrolok will be destined to emancipate another caste of people, the chotolok. If the chotolok suddenly claims to be a Dalit and emancipates himself or herself then he/she challenges the bhadrolok’s prerogative to liberate the chotolok thereby challenging a system of dependence, power and relationship of dominance and subordination. He/she is also laying a claim to a history of movement that has focused on the agency of Dalits and suspected the benevolence and the radicalism of the savarnas.
Drishadwati Bargi, “The Dilemma of an upwardly mobile, English speaking, Bengali Dalit woman”
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