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musette22 · 2 years

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good morning my darling Minnie! new Seb interview dropped and here's a summary in case someone wants it:

- Lily had an interview prior him and said she and Sebastian became really good friends and spoke about how generous and brave Seb is as an actor ❤️

- Sebastian said he was filming a scene of adm when the nominations were announced and he said the first one to congratulate him was the director Aaron Schimberg, he gave him the news and then they just kept on filming 😂

- he was asked if he's still getting excited about working with great people, the interviewer mentioned Nicole Kidman and you know what this sunshine said? 🥺 he said he almost had a breakdown the other day while filming his current movie. no "big" names yet he's still so excited to work with Renate, Adam and everyone involved. his heart ❤️

- He spoke a lot with Jessica Chastain before/during p&t and she recommended him to wear an ear piece to listen to Tommy's voice all the time, he listened to music instead 😂

- he said he tried to eat once a day to lose weight but then he'd feel without energy

- he is literally so grateful for everything he's achieved and the people who've helped him in the way ❤️

- he said this could be the only time he ever gets an Emmy nomination and the interviewer said "no way" and Seb proceed to say that as an eastern European he was raised to no have expectations ever and his mother taught him to always look behind his back 💔

- he said for him it was really difficult the first years in America because he didn't speak English, he had an accent and couldn't communicate correctly with other people

- he said before this interview he was followed by paparazzis for an hour and a half and he was just circling around to basically not get home because he was scared to being followed 🙁 he then proceed to say he often tells to himself "Sebastian suck it up, you choose this profession" and the interviewer told him he's very generous because he shouldn't have to 😩 this man is way too kind i swear, incredible.

- he said that even though he went to college and he got his degree, hes never stopped studying. This guy has been constantly studying his whole life - and we can notice it, i hope he knows that!!

- he told again about how he was asked to get Chris to voice the penis in p&t and he said there was no way he was telling Chris about it because if he said yes "it would be too much for Chris and himself 👀"

- she asked about the penis scene and Seb said the show proves a point because that's the question he's been asked the most during the press of p&t

https://variety.com/2022/tv/awards/pam-tommy-lily-james-sebastian-stan-1235327825/

Good morning my love! Aaahhh THANK YOU for this summary, that's fantastic seeing as I probably won't have time to listen to the full thing (though I'll skip through it for sure and read the interview!) but I do very much want to know all the interesting things that were no doubt said!

Oh god, everything he said about his past, and the fact that he's still so unbelievably humble, and how hard working and dedicated he is, like we knew all this but he proves it time and time again and it's incredible 😭 But GOD, the thing about the paparazzis is so sad ugh, I can't believe it. That breaks my heart. Yeah, he did choose this profession, but he chose acting, not being hounded by photographers, wtf. I hate that, he deserves so much better :(( But he really is too kind and generous, such a good person, ugh.

And then the whole P&T Penis thing with Chris, it's just hilarious and cute and amazing, I love it so much. I was a little worried at first what he was going to say because I was like 'too much..?' but then I listened and it was like 'ooohhh, too much, I see...😏' This cutie!!! Sebastian honey, your crush is showing <33

Thank you so much again for this rundown, lovely! I really appreciate it, big kiss for you! 😘😘

#sebastian stan #minnie answers

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morganupstead · 1 year

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911 Lone Star 4x05 thoughts: I know I'm backed up but I've been depresso dissociating for days so I'm getting to it now.

Okay what was that intro sequence, I'm also terrified to ask.

Mateo, the kid means well but strand is gonna be real mad he can't sell his bike. we stan mateo here though

Celeste why isn't it good to see you girlie, but you might be in the wrong city at the moment?? Chicago maybe?? A confident amazing guy is back there right about now huh?? His name is Kevin Atwater does that ring a bell?? (okay i guess we can move on)

Grace and Linus, this is gonna be great I can tell. He's stuck on homework what a cute kid and Grace is perfect at this.

What was that do I know you directed at Paul???? Like was that intentional for another reason or am I just very far-reaching about another Black first responder from Chicago??? (I'm delusional there's no way they are referencing that)

Hold on. MARJAN????? Nope I'm so not about this girlie I love you WHAT HAPPENED

Marjan literally saved that woman from a moving trailer home on the highway, she would have died if she stayed in that motor home, and without the road stop this conversation would not be happening. do I agree with the word choice, no but she's alive still.

Grace is concerned so now I'm concerned about that kid.

Okay, Marjan is literally breaking my heart that woman. If she's leaving the show I'm gonna sob.

There's the creepy guy again.......not feeling good about that. Marjan is really getting the short end of the stick this episode??? i really don't like this. Not a radio.

Okay so this storyline has officially gone off the rails where I couldn't have expected it to. I agree with Strand, why is he not in jail!!!!! Also a lot of this conversation sounds like veiled threats and blackmail to me so where is this going???

Marjan as a character is just freaking incredible. If she gets fired or leaves it's gonna hurt but damn you can't say that woman isn't a powerhouse that sticks to her guns.

CHARLIE WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BE SO BIG!!!!! oh you are the cutest little baby on the planet. also Judd is such a good dad it melts my cold little heart. JUDD YOU ARE SUCH A SUPPORTIVE HUSBAND I LOVE IT. he knows his wife isn't gonna sleep is she doesn't know that little boy is safe. i hope this doesn't end bad bc i like this storyline, There's too much sadness going on i need some balance. I just hope Grace doesn't get in trouble for this bc I'm a little on edge with the whole Marjan thing.

"I'm a big scary man??" sorry to break it to you Judd but without knowing that your a big snuggly teddy bear your outside persona is a little scary bro.

I'm sorry but everytime they pan to charlie I'm yelling at my computer "CHARLIE YOU ARE SO CUTE GIRLIE LOOK AT YOU"

Yes Linus Grace Ryder is the prettiest woman ever:)))

I love Tommy and her girls, it's domestic time that I love

Grace is really gonna save this woman's life I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. THAT'S GRACE RYDER. Judd keeping Linus calm is literally gonna make me cry.

We are going to have that guy join the firehouse who is obsessed with the 126 (that probably is a psychopath or has some other mental illness??? Am I catching the right vibes with this storyline?? I hate the way this is set up to be another long-term arc.

Okay, i was right somewhat: Arsonist at least we can label him as right now.

Did paul really just punch him??? or was that a figment of Marjan's imagination???

The fact that Asha is from Chicago really being a coincidence is sending me. It means nothing, Paul is from Chicago and they met in school....... hum hum hum..... Wait are we setting up a romance??? Okay maybe I can jump on the bandwagon

I saw this coming but damn im equally sad and proud of her. SHE BOUGHT HIS BIKE!!!!!! God I'm gonna cry. Is this really her leaving???? Okay, I googled it and it's not the last we are seeing of Marjan which is nice, but I did just ugly cry thinking she was gone forever.

I liked this episode more than I thought I would. Grace's storyline was really great too!!!

#911 lone star #911 lonestar #911 lonestar spoilers

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the-firebird69 · 28 days

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The birds are trying to get our son to drop his water bottle so he drank seven and put it there for them and eventually they'll go after it people do that too

-McKinney to they can't drink the water around here it's all contaminated so they need a water supply and eventually they break down and drink the pool water if they don't want to so and they drink a variety of things soda beer anything and they're crazy need all sets of scraps really they're extra water and yeah some figured it out I really want me to do just drop the water bottle

-explain they straight to like three times they're getting ready to do it again and stare them down they're having a pow wow trying to tell him how to do it so there's one bird saying oh that stinks I'm just going to go back a couple others saw it so I'm going to go over there in a minute it's kind of weird isn't it feels familiar here's a guide I was hoping it would happen so it's a watch out we know what it means

-so the things going on it was a good recap but they're larger things happening and pretty soon we have a huge number of people who are going to fall over dead when the oxygen gets in here they could be sooner than people think s it now Tommy f would want to be in there possibly sporadically and fight over territory and take over areas that are complete it's hard to tell how it goes by The cinematic it looks like we're on fighting Christian kids it is kind of like that but also indicates that they begin fighting and off and on for a period of time and this is the period of time when Saturn Venus comes around that is on Saturday Sun the Moon what is a planet that's a moon will be and that's Titan will be closer to it than normal and for about 3 months but the critical time is when it's away and 3 months has to be clear the lasers from Earth are not powerful enough or close enough it has a key point he was asking about.

-another point is Trump has possession however bases even off planet tend to fall pretty quick at times. You can see thoughtful and that's to Vader which is Stan and why can't come out if he fails. There's a second battle and it's in a hot like area and it's with an Asian guy and that would be Tommy f and he's taking cough from Stan. And Stan tends to try and evict Trump when he is trying to get him out of somewhere but he's really going to do it because of Oregon it's going to strike it tonight and he's going to get him out using his own granddaughter so we know.

-there's a lot of other things happening but this is major major news and it is very huge very huge the order of it the structure of it is beginning to materialize and people are seeing exactly what's happening and are amazed this is an amazing thing they did not expect this and it's a fireworks show damity too his heart and fought over so it looks like Trump moves around quite a bit and finally comes back to Titan but we're getting to something ultimately the clones we Believe push them out of all four and have a war with the empire and we are only going to allow that to happen while Venus is around the other side of the planet and Earth is far away which is nice this is a stipulation that we enforce and they know about it but if that is the case that means that from now forwards the pseudo empire is going to be fighting the the clones bja and Trump in earnest bja is not going to be laying it into that much he is collecting things and you don't really see them that much he has people at work with him fighting Trump and he's fighting Trump a bit and it's giving me but you can tell that the imperium is doing it too are made up of pseudo empire and some warlock and they go after Trump and then they end up fighting the clones a little and Trump is speeding up so this really probably goes on the whole time that's how it looks like that that's what it looks like from the cinematics and our son is not really seen this process before he's witnessed fence heads dying but he has not witnessed this process even with his own fraternal clan.

And more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

It's been a long time no he's asking if I want to say stuff they heard me thought and true. I'm getting into stuff and it's working and we're seeing things happen here they're different and people are upset and it's change and they're afraid and I really should be this is a drastic change coming up

Hera

It won't be like Trump left they'll be his clones and they look pretty much the same they're all beleaguered and Haggard and he'll be saying dumb things and going down in flames for 2 months and then rapidly that's going to be end of June LOL and there's only five more months to the election and he'll be out in foreigners will still support me and Americans because of the empire

Biden

Good. We need a common steady hand there and your empire will be small real small and you'll be a spaz like me

Trump

True and it's worth every ounce of idiot comment because it brings your realm to its knees

Zues Hera

Yeah well so I'm a bastard that sucks though just sits there everybody's doing stupid things moving themselves pitiful and that's how we are I guess

Joel Watts

And you're the best of us know

Two morlock women

I sort of get something I'm kind of a big mess up that's the way it is

Trump

Yup

Zues

I'm trying to stay for an a****** but yeah okay time for the course and he is fried and here we go says we're going to leave the way like you said that Benedict Donald's for others to at least guaug the empire not scratched them and he says that I agree

Dan AKA Dave

I'm tired so it's going to be horrible and it started but really this will be a very bizarre couple of months coming up and half of June 2 and 1/2 months of solid yuck and it's going to be worse and we're putting the notices out

Olympus

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Hey, could I request a sitcom scenario like in Wandavision with overprotective parents, Wanda + Vision and daughter reader who is hanging out with a boyfriend at the house and even the boys are also overprotective older brothers (like everyone is spying on them)

This is so cute! I love love love this!

House of Spies

Summary: In this the twins are teenagers and they have a younger teenage sister, Y/N, who is hanging out with her boyfriend at the house. The entire family ends up spying on her as they become protective over their youngest.

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It was a normal day in the Maximoff household . . . Sort of. Y/N was sitting on the couch, watching a movie with her boyfriend she had over, but what she didn’t know was that her older twin brothers were watching her from the staircase. Ever since Y/N’s friend, who was a boy, stepped foot into the house, the boys had stepped into their protective nature over their little sister, and wanted to see if this boy would be a good match for her.

However, they were interrupted.

“Billy? Tommy? What are you doing?” Wanda asked as she and her husband approached their sons, intending to go down the staircase.

The teenagers, in their shock, nearly fell over and stumbled to compose themselves.

“What? We’re not doing anything!” Tommy said, and at how quick he said it caused suspicion.

Vision peered over the staircase and saw his daughter and her friend. “Are you spying on your sister?” He asked the twins.

“No, we’re just . . .” Tommy began to say, but trailed off when he was at a loss for words.

“Looking out for her!” Billy finished.

Vision turned back to the staircase, about to tell them to leave Y/N alone - they were just friends - when he saw the boy put his arm around her. “You know what . . . I’ll join you,” he said decidedly.

The boys nodded and smiled, happy they recruited their father, and all three intensely stared over the edge of the banister. Wanda rolled her eyes and, with her hands on her hips, joined them.

“Just go about your days, okay? Let Y/N-” Wanda was saying, but cut herself off when she saw Y/N lean her head on his shoulder and frowned. She glanced at her husband and teenage sons, who were looking at her expectingly, and she joined them, too.

It seemed that not only did Y/N have protective brothers, she had protective parents as well.

The four stood there watching, and occasionally whispering their wonderings, in their hideout like they were on an investigation. Each time Y/N or the boy would move, one of the Maximoffs nearly let out a yell but would always stop themselves. Even though they were protective, they also didn’t want to squash their youngest’s happiness.

The family stood there for awhile, but they ALL reacted when they saw the boy lean forward, take the remote and turn off the T.V, and kiss Y/N on the forehead.

The very next second Billy and Tommy were marching down the staircase and Wanda and Vision were right behind them.

“Did you just kiss my sister?” Tommy asked loudly and accusingly, crossing his arms with a frown, his twin standing confidently beside him and their parents behind them.

The boy glanced from Y/N to the family, a confused expression on his face. “Yeah . . . She fell asleep,” he said.

Hearing that, Billy immediately took it upon himself to walk over to his sister and sit down on her other side. He pushed the boy’s arm off of Y/N and put his own arm around her, covering her ears so the noise that was sure to follow wouldn’t wake her up.

“What is your problem?!” The boy asked them, standing up and scoffing.

“We just wanted to make sure you’d be a good match for my daughter and wouldn’t break her heart,” Vision said, placing his hands on Tommy’s shoulders comfortingly. The father was one of the more levelheaded ones in the family.

“Maybe you should let your daughter decide,” the boy said, speaking harshly at Vision.

Tommy glared and Wanda stepped forward. “We are happy that you are with my daughter but please do not speak to my husband like that,” she said firmly.

The boy rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t seem like your happy. You know, I only dated Y/N because it was a dare because no one else would date her! Now I see why! Her family are a bunch of weirdos,” he said, now fed up, and went to leave.

Everyone froze, not expecting that, but what snapped them out of it was when Y/N opened her eyes and sat up, staring at her boyfriend and feeling betrayed.

Once the family saw the look on her face, Vision and Wanda went to comfort her while Billy and Tommy stood up.

“You will not speak abou our sister like that!” Tommy said.

“Oh? Who’s gonna stop me?” The now ex-boyfriend mocked.

Tommy went to superspeed and reveal his ability’s, but Billy’s grip on his wrist stopped him. Billy glared at the ex. “Fine. Leave. You don’t deserve her anyway,” he said bitterly.

The boy did and, once he was gone, Wanda used her powers to lock the door and Billy and Tommy joined their parents and sister.

“I’ll be okay guys, really,” Y/N said, although she didn’t sound that convincing and was frowning.

Billy and Tommy put their arms around her, holding her in a warm hug, making Y/N smile.

“I’m sorry if we did anything to cause this,” Vision said after exchanging a look with his wife, sadly focusing on his daughter.

“It’s not your fault. I’m just glad to be with you guys,” Y/N was quick to assure them.

The rest of the family looked at each other and could tell that Y/N was probably sad and hurt by this, but they didn’t want to push her on it now and were fine and happy to just be her.

Wanda turned on the television again and they all watched the show that was on, the brothers and parents protectively surrounding the daughter. They stayed there for awhile until Billy noticed that Y/N had fallen asleep again, clutching Tommy’s arm and head on Billy’s shoulder.

“She’s asleep,” he said quietly with a smile and turned of the television.

Everyone turned to look at her.

“She’s so cute,” Wanda said, also smiling.

“Adorable,” Vision added.

Y/N was sleeping peacefully and Billy went to gather her in his arms and carry her to her room, but she wouldn’t loosen her grip on Tommy’s arm, making everyone chuckle.

“Y/N, let go,” Tommy said softly, slowly removing his arm from her grip.

Y/N made a small noise of protest but wasn’t really awake and curled against Billy, who carried her to her room and laid her on her bed.

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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pleeeease write a blurb where the girl's a member of little mix and they do an award show performance, so tom keeps hyping his girl up and recording stories, just being a supportive bf 🥺

Thank you so much for requesting!! I’m so sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it💞 I know you said you wanted a blurb, but I could never write short things, I’m always too damned detailed and shit, I’m sorry😭 Happy reading🥰

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#1 Fan

Based on Little Mix’s 2019 BRITs performance of Woman Like Me, I suggest watching it to understand Tom’s insta story💞

“You’re going to absolutely smash it. All of you are.” Tom encouraged you. His large hands grasp onto yours comfortingly. The two of you were currently backstage at the BRITs in your and the girls’ shared dressing room. Tonight was a big night for you all, as you and the girls were nominated for two awards: British Artist Video of the Year and British Group of the Year. Additionally, the five of you were going to be performing your latest single, “Woman Like Me”.

To say that you were jittery was an understatement. You were terrifyingly nervous, it made you feel nauseous. Your stomach was a jungle of butterflies, fluttering nonstop as the time to perform grew closer and closer. You glanced at the clock and took a deep breath. The pink latex bra you had on felt as if it were getting tighter and tighter around your chest. Tom notices your slight discomfort and glances at the time, “How about we sit? You’ve got plenty of time to relax before you all go on stage.”

Tom wraps his arm around your waist and leads you to the couch in the dressing room. He settles beside you and moves his arm to rest across your lap, his hand interlocking with yours. You leaned back into the seat and watched the girls make last minute touches to their hair, face, and costumes. Tom squeezes your hand, bringing your attention to him. Your eyes shift to meet his warm chocolate brown ones. A soft smile grows on his lips, “Hey.”

You reciprocate his smile with a smaller one, “Hi.”

“What’s wrong? You rarely get jitters before going out on stage.” He asks you quietly so only you could hear. You stare down at your lap and fiddle with his fingers.

“I-it’s just different from what we’ve been doing lately.” You start, glancing at Tom. He nods for you to continue, “We just haven’t been doing live performances for such a long time. Like on tour, we’re usually performing in front of our fans. Not the entire British music industry or live television.”

Tom brings your hand up to his lips and presses a gentle kiss on it. “There’s nothing to worry about, darling. You—and the girls, are going to do amazing as always. You guys are the best at live performances. The amount of work and dedication you girls put into this is going to pay off, I swear, it’ll be a standing ovation. Everyone’s going to love it.”

You smile at your boyfriend’s support for you and the girls. You couldn’t help but peck his lips, to which he replied with a lovestruck grin.

“I’m just nervous that I’ll mess up. Like what if I miss a step of the choreography—or stumble on my words while I’m singing? Oh god, what if I forget the lyrics—“ Your eyes widen in horror as your head generated all the worst case scenarios that could happen on stage. Tom shushes you and gingerly cradles your jaw, being careful of the makeup on your face.

“Listen to me.” He levels his eyes with yours to make sure your attention is on him. “You’re not going to mess up or forget a line—none of that nonsense is going to happen. It’s a load of bullshit. You wanna know why? Because you’re (y/n) (l/n), a member of one of the biggest girl bands of the world, you’re my girlfriend, and you’re the most beautiful and talented girl I’ve ever met. You’re just overthinking. I know you, (y/n). Once the music starts on stage you get lost and start singing your heart out, the crowd just disappears from existence. It’s only you and the girls up on that stage and you’re going to make one hell of a performance. I just know it and so do the other people waiting in that audience.”

You stare at him, stunned by his sudden motivational speech. “Since when did you get good at pep talks?”

His mouth gapes at you, “Uh—stan Twitter? The fans? Is that seriously what you got from all of that?” You shook your head and wrapped your hands around his wrist. “No, I heard every single word. I guess I’m feeling a bit more better now, so thank you, Tommy.” You peck his lips again, despite the fact that your lip gloss was getting on his lips. Though he didn’t care, as long as he was kissing you.

“Still got some nerves?”

“Just a little bit. But I’ll be fine, especially with you in the crowd.” You interlock your fingers with his and glance at the clock. Only 10 more minutes till you were all going to perform.

Tom’s face lights up, “Front seat babe, I got the best seat in the house. I swear, I’m recording the whole performance on my phone. I already got Harrison to help me take Instagram stories for me at the same time. I need every angle.”

Jesy takes that as her cue to join the conversation, “My goodness, you’re such a dork.” She reaches her hand out for you to help you get off the couch.

Tom fakes a dramatic gasp, knowing Jesy didn’t really mean her jab at him. “I don’t know what you’re taking about, I’m just being a very supportive boyfriend. AND Little Mix’s number one fan.”

You dust your pink pants off and take a look at yourself in the full body mirror. You did a little shake too loosen your limbs out and did some breathing exercises. Tom lets you do your pre-performance ritual while he talks with the girls.

Perrie crosses her arms, amused at the younger Brit, “Are you seriously competing against a bunch of teenage girls to deem yourself as our number one fan?”

“Well are they dating one of the members of Little Mix? I don’t think so. You know who is? Me.” Tom gestures to himself sassily. “I even get to hear all the new music earlier than everybody else and get good seats at concerts.” He bragged while one of the members on your team helped you place your in-ears.

Jesy rolls her eyes before gesturing to the door, “Right, I’m calling security. Apparently we’ve got a crazed fan in our dressing room.” Jade and Leigh-Anne stifle a laugh at the bickering.

“You can’t kick me out, I have backstage access.” Tom defended himself with crossed arms.

“No seriously, babe. We’re about to perform in five.” You join the conversation, finally feeling your anxiousness start to fade away. Tom blinks at you, “I’m being kicked out by my own girlfriend?”

Jesy laughs at Tom, taking the piss out of his offended expression. A sly smirk grows on your face. You hold your hands out for him to help him off the couch, “If you want to record every second and angle of our performance, I suggest leaving now.”

Tom straightens out his suit before interlocking your fingers with his. He leans forward and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re gonna be great. I love you.”

You giggle, eyes beaming up at his warm brown ones, “I love you too. Now get back to Harrison, you’ve left him alone for too long.” Prior to leaving, he stops in his tracks and manages to gather you and the girls into a group selfie. He wishes you all good luck and leaves, making his way back to his seat in the audience.

While he walks back, he posts the selfie you all took onto his Instagram story with the caption, “Good luck to these beautiful ladies! Tune into the BRITs to see their performance, you don’t wanna miss it!”

He gets back to the table designated for you and the girls to see Harrison with an unamused face.

“What?” Tom asks him, confused at his friend.

“You left me here by myself, you div.” Harrison quips. Tom cringes and apologizes to his friend.

“You’re still gonna help me record the performance, right?” Tom sheepishly asked gesturing to Harrison’s phone.

“Yes, Tom, I’ve told you multiple times that I’ll record it.” Harrison held his phone up getting his camera ready. Harrison was about the rant about Tom and how whipped the boy was for you, but was sushed by his best friend.

“SHUT UP IT’S STARTING. HARRISON START RECORDING!” The lights dimmed while someone announced you and the girls. Harrison had his phone already filming while Tom held his phone up, ready to start recording things for his Instagram story.

Tom’s Instagram Story:

“HOLY SHIT!” Tom screamed behind the camera as he recorded the opening of the performance.

You and the girls were stood up while the dancers were on the floor thrusting up at you all. The camera flips to Tom, who’s mouth was agape, “THAT SHOULD BE ME.”

The camera is back to the stage, where you and the girls are doing the choreography with the chairs. Tom whoops loudly in the background and yells, “THAT’S FUCKING SICK—HARRISON LOOK AT THEM.”

“YESS! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” Tom screamed, thrusting his finger in your direction when your part of the song came on.

Tom zooms in on you as you strutted alongside the girls on the stage, he flips the camera back to him and a smirk is on his lips. He nodded before telling the camera, “That’s my girl.”

Tom forgot to turn his camera around and ended up recorded himself reacting to the performance. A proud smile is on his features while his eyes lit up as they followed you on stage. He leaned closer to Harrison and says, “She looks stunning, mate, my god.”

The stories cut to him and Harrison dancing and singing along to Woman Like Me.

The camera cuts back to you. You’re singing your part in the chorus and you hit a certain note that stuns Tom. He flips the camera to himself, a shocked expression on his face while he hyped you up.

The colored lights reflect onto Tom’s face, his mouth widens when he realizes you and the girls included a dance break in the performance. He flips the camera back, making sure all five of you were in frame.

Tom cheers in the background along with the audience when you and the girls finish your performance.

An unbreakable smile is on Tom’s lips, “There you all have it, I tried to record some parts just in case you all missed it—But that was probably one of the greatest performances they have ever done. I feel so honored to be here.”

Tom leans over so him and Harrison are in frame, “What did you think of the performance, Harrison?” Harrison grins, “I thought it was out of this world, I wasn’t expecting that.”

Tom’s face is hovered above the camera, “I just wanted to let you all know, that after tonight, I am officially becoming a Little Mix fan account. Follow me for more insider updates on Little Mix.”

You come back to the table to see Tom, Harrison, and the girl’s dates beaming at the five of you. You’re all greeted with congratulations and hugs. When you finally reach Tom, he crashes his lips onto yours and lifts you up.

You giggle against his lips, “Hello to you too.”

He pecks your lips twice more before placing you back down, “You were—I don’t even know how to describe it. You were fucking amazing up there.”

You whine, the blush growing on your cheeks while you hid your face in his neck, “Well, I couldn’t have done it without your little pep talk. So thank you, lovey.”

Tom waves you off while helping you into the seat beside him, “That was all you, darling.”

You and the girls settled down as the awards show continued on. You were drinking a glass of water and reached out to check your phone. Tom stops you, grabbing your wrist. You shoot him a look.

“No—just, don’t watch my Instagram story. Please.” He asks you with a sheepish smile. A loud roar of laughter is heard from across the table, making you all look at Jesy. She simply holds her phone up, screen facing you all, with Tom’s story playing on it.

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babybluebex · 3 years

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no pressure at all! but if you'd want to write more stan!reader x tom I'd really love that

i literally FLEW to my computer to write this i love the concept of stan!reader so much ((also i tried second person writing here??? i actually like it a lot more than first whoops))

little one [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: tom holland x stan!fem!reader (y/n) ➽summary: when you find out you’re pregnant, you worry about how tom and your brother will react. ➽ word count: 1.6k ➽ warnings: angst, pregnancy, a lot of exposition that doesn’t matter tbh ➽a/n: enjoy!! masterlist & taglist in my bio

Sebastian stood at the door to your room, just looking. It seemed like a lifetime ago that you had moved in with him, when you were just the smallest thing. Pink skirt and pigtails, toting your dolly with you. He had been young when you were born, but still an adult; he was in college, living in the dorms when his mother had called him and told him the good news. He remembered the day you were born: he had been sitting in a lecture when his little flip phone started buzzing in his pocket. It was his stepdad, your father, telling him that his sister was coming. He left the lecture early and made it to the hospital just in time to be the first person to hold you. He was instantly devoted.

You moved in with him when you were six. His mom had told him that she needed to move back to Romania and that she planned to bring you, and panic had filled his chest. “No, no,” he said. “Sh-She just started school! She doesn’t speak the language, she’s making all kinds of friends here! Mom, you can’t relocate her, you just can’t.”

“What else can we do?” your mother asked. “Are you going to watch her?”

A month later, Sebastian was your legal guardian. He came to school plays and parent-teacher conferences, he cleaned up your skinned knees, and he read you stories every night. The two of you had gotten into a habit of falling asleep next to each other, and it got to the point where the bed felt too empty without you. Too cold, too lonely.

When you were twelve, you and Sebastian moved into a new apartment. It was bigger and better suited for two people, and you got a big-girl room. You started sleeping in your own bed, but you had no idea the effect it had on your brother. He couldn’t sleep without you next to him, digging your heels into his back and taking up all the blankets. So, he picked his happy ass up out of bed and, making sure to bring his own blanket, came to linger in your doorway. “I… I can’t sleep without you,” he mumbled.

“You’re a grown man, Seb,” you said; he was always amazed at the little lady you had become, a smart girl with a biting sarcasm, even when you were little.

“Yeah, and every night for the past six years, I’ve had your feet in my back,” Sebastian said. He settled into your bed next to, and added, “Now, move over, munch, or I’ll drag you back to mine.”

Sebastian leaned his head against the doorframe, looking at the room. The walls had once been pink but were now an off-white, more becoming of a young woman, and the band posters were replaced with art prints and collages of you with your friends. Sure, he knew everybody grew up eventually, and he liked you as an adult, but sometimes he missed the little girl who was missing her two front teeth.

The door to the apartment slammed closed, and Sebastian unwillingly pulled himself from his daydream. “Hey, munch!” he called. “How was Tom?”

Back on Valentine's Day, when you told him about you and Tom, he was instantly thrilled. Even though he outwardly seemed like he didn’t like Tom, he knew that Tom would treat you like the princess you were. And, for the past few months, he had been. Flowers were sent to the apartment on a near-weekly basis, handwritten letters came in the mail regularly, and Sebastian often heard little giggling coming from your room when Tom would call you. He had seen you smitten over guys before, but Tom Holland was a different breed.

After a date with Tom, you were guaranteed to be talking up a storm, but you were quiet. “Munch?” Sebastian called. “Y/N?”

There was a sniffle from the living room, and a meek, “Seb?”

Sebastian’s heart fell, and he hurried to see you on the couch, the comfy tufted leather that Mackie had so highly praised. You were crying, your knees drawn up to your chest. “No, no, no,” Sebastian cooed and hugged you tightly. “What happened, darling, is everything okay? Did Tom say something? Did you guys… Did you guys break up?”

You shook your head and opened your mouth, as if to speak, but a sob left instead. Your chest was so heavy, and you knew that admitting this to Sebastian-- to anyone-- would make it too real but the secret was killing you. You had known that you were pregnant for nearly a month now, but you didn’t want to tell anyone. You knew that your brother would say that you’re too young and that Tom would say that he had a career to think about. And, on a small level, you knew that was true. You couldn’t ask Tom to dismantle his life plans for you and a baby.

“Talk to me, darling,” Sebastian whispered. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffled and leaned into your brother’s warmth, and your tears became new. Sebastian would flip shit, you knew it. “I--” You started. “Please don’t be mad at me, please, I can’t take it right now--”

“Hey, hey,” Sebastian said quickly. “I could never be mad at you. Please, talk to me. You’re breaking my heart here, Y/N.”

You settled your cheek into Sebastian’s chest, and the emotions ran hot in your face and chest and belly. “Seb,” you whispered. “I… I’m pregnant.”

A million different emotions ran through his brain at once. Elation, anger, confusion, and so much more. “You…” he started. “You’re--”

“I’m so scared, Seb,” you whispered. “W-What if Tommy wants to break up with me?” Your breaths came in quick, sharp gasps, and Sebastian held you tightly to try to ease the anxiety. He was prone to anxiety attacks like this too, and you had learned how to settle him down, but he hardly ever had to do it to you. You were so grounded, so level-headed and serious. This was the most emotionally unhinged that he had seen you in years.

The sounds of your crying died away, and you found your ears full of deep whispers. You had learned bits and pieces of Romanian growing up-- enough to pull out as a party trick-- but could never fluently speak it like your mom and your brother could, but you recognized the sound of it. Sebastian was whispering Romanian to you in a lilting voice, and it took you a moment to place it. A song; a lullaby. Sebastian was singing you a lullaby. The sound of it eased your nerves enough to dry up your tears, and you sniffled a bit as you sat up, shedding your big brother’s protective embrace.

“Look,” Sebastian began. “I know I act like a dick to Tom a lot, but… I really like him. I wouldn’t have let him stick around if I didn’t. I trust him to do the right thing here.”

“B-But what if he doesn’t?” You whimpered. “Wh-What if he does leave?”

“If he leaves, it’s his own fucking loss,” Sebastian told you. “That baby doesn’t need anybody but you and me, right? I’ve got you, darling. I’ve always had you.”

You nodded because, once again, your older brother was the wiser of you. You knew that everything he said was true, even if your whole body hadn’t quite absorbed it yet. Tom would be a great dad; and if he wasn’t, you had Sebastian. “Can you stay with me?” You asked, grabbing your brother’s hand. “I-I’m gonna call him.”

“Sure thing, munch,” Sebastian said, and he settled his arm around your shoulders. His little sister, the same little girl that cried at Bambi and Bucky falling off the train, was going to be a mom. Where did the time go?, he wondered.

The phone rang out quickly, and Tom answered it swiftly. “Hey,” he said. “I just dropped you off, is everything alright?”

You took a deep breath. Your heart was beating so quickly that you could hear it in your ears, and you mumbled, “Yeah, yeah, I just… I have something to tell you.”

“Oh,” Tom said. “Sure. What’s going on?”

Sebastian’s gaze was fixed on you, and he gave you a prompting nod. “Tommy, I…” You started. It was real. This was real now. “I’m pregnant.”

There was silence on the other end of the line, long and potent enough for anger to start to flare in Sebastian’s stomach. “Are you serious?” Tom whispered finally. His voice was static-y over the phone, and you couldn’t place his emotions at all.

“I’m so sorry, Tom--”

“Sorry for what?” And then there was a laugh. “Are you really pregnant? Please don’t be kidding with me, you don’t know how happy this makes me!”

Sebastian gave a sigh of relief, and he wiped one of your tears away with his thumb. “I really am,” you told him. “You’re not mad?”

“Why the fuck would I be mad?” Tom laughed. “I’m gonna be a dad! I’m gonna be a dad, Y/N! Thank you, thank you! I love you so much, baby, you have no idea. Does Sebastian know yet?”

“Yeah,” you said. “He’s the first one I told.”

“Oh, no,” Tom whispered.

“Yeah, oh no,” Sebastian said. “Dating my sister’s one thing, Holland, but knocking her up is different. What, you’ve got an aversion to condoms or something? I’m gonna kill you.”

“Hey, Sebastian,” Tom chuckled lightly. “Look, it was an accident--”

“Oh, ‘cause that makes it better?” Sebastian scoffed. “Jesus Christ, you’re lucky you’re not here right now--”

“Shut up, both of you,” you sighed. “Tommy, you swear you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” Tom repeated. “I’m so thankful. Thank you, my love, thank you.”

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader angst #tom holland x reader fluff #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #literally writing this is such a self insert bc my brother is a lot older than me and acts JUST how i'm making seb act #so i guess yall are meeting my brother matthew here too #lol

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fallingappleshurt · 3 years

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im in the mood for angst, so for your dff au, could you please writing a one shot or smth along those lines of techno coming home from a particularly tough duel and everybody else’s reactions? ty!!! <33

YES HELLO I WRITE

Yes Hello I’m a writer and I forgot about asks but here we go!! I’m sorry this took so long and that it’s really bad but here it is!

This is very poorly edited I’m so sorry lol, this takes place in my dff AU! It’s spunky

And it’s been awhile since I’ve written for this AU so things are a little weird, kind of missed the angst but I got ideas don’t worry

TW: violence, fighting, description of injury but nothing too graphic I think

Dicey Nights

Sword in hand, solid stance, deep breath. He could do this.

Techno tapped his foot anxious against the cement floor, waiting for his opponent to climb over the ropes and enter the arena. The air was thick and hot from the muggy night’s humidity and the crowds incessantly loud cheering. The arena was dimly lit around the stans, all light coming from a giant overhead, casting grimmy light over the blood splatters that stained the rough concrete.

His opponent entered the ring, eyes flashing in the light, lips quirked up in a barely perceptible grin. Techno’s anxiety shot from his stomach to his heart, this man was like a tank, tall with bulky limbs and long flat sword.

Techno pushed his worries away, he had taken on opponents bigger then himself before, just not that big, but they needed the money, he had to win this.

They both walked to the middle of the platform, shook hands, the other man gripping too tightly to be friendly, then they turned and walked back to their starting places.

The buzzer sounded and the man shot forwards, sword swinging in an arch, Techno’s sword clashed with his, metal screeching pierced the air as the man tried to overpower Techno, putting his weight on the sword.

Techno kicked him in the knee, the man sputtered and slipped, allowing Techno to dodge to the side then ram into the man, sending him to the ground. He moved to slash his sword at the man’s neck and fake out the audience then the duel finished, quick and easy if the man stayed down for the three count.

Suddenly the man lashed out and landed a kick square into Techno chest, sending him reeling. Techno scrambled to his feet, stifling a groan. His ribs protesting vehemently, sending shockwaves of fire through his chest, he watched as the other man rolled back onto his feet.

The man, Techno heard the crowd cheering ‘Go Thrasher!’, ran at him again, opting to not overpower him but overwhelm him, he swung wildly, he obviously never had any training.

Techno took the defensive, slash, stab, dodge, block, kick back, and repete, analyzing Thrasher’s fighting style, his patterns and goto movements. Once he memorized the motions he switched to offense, changing his own patterns as well, quick slashes and jabs, forcing Thrasher back, Techno would kick at the man’s legs then go back to swinging.

In a ditch effort Thrasher whipped his sword around only for Techno to kick it out of his hands, sending it flying. Techno slammed into the man once again, taking advantage of his distraction, and knocked him to the ground.

He pointed his sword at the man’s neck, looking down the blade at Thrasher, the crowd around him screaming, “Go Blade go!” He tried to keep his face emotionless, waiting for the announcer to call it off.

Thrasher wasn’t giving up, he kicked at Techno again, who half dodged half stumbled away. Thrasher moved faster then Techno had even seen, Techno lashed out, slicing his arm but it didn’t faze Thrasher. Rage blazing in his eyes he jumped on Techno and knocked him to the ground, half pinning him, a knee on one of Techno’s arms, knocking his sword away.

Thrasher punched him across the face, Techno’s head jerked to the side, pain flaring in his face, nausea rising in his gut as the man reared back and hit him again and again.

Techno weakly grabbed for his sword but came up short, his vision was blurring, hot blood dripped down his face, matting his hair. In a last ditch effort, he threw a punch, aiming for Thrasher's throat, he hit his target dead on and hard.

Thrasher gasped and faltered, his grip loosen and Techno took his chance. He yanked himself away and sent another kick to the man's chest, scrambling towards his sword.

He didn’t know what he was doing, he couldn’t win this, the adrenaline would wear off soon and he’d lose, he wouldn’t be able to fight after this, he’d have to go home empty handed. That thought alone made him feel even more sick.

Thrasher rose to his feet, breathing heavily, Techno got into a weak stance, prepared to go down fighting. You weren’t allowed to kill in the duels but Techno was scared Thrasher would chuck those rules out the window. Thrasher’s fists were clenched, cracked and bloody at his sides, fire in his eyes, he let out a roar. Techno’s grip on his sword tightened and he prepared to swing-

The buzzer sounded.

The fight lasted 10 minutes, the announcer called it a draw. The audience booed and complained as Techno went to shake hands with Thrasher.

Thrasher looked at Techno’s hand in disgust before slapping it away, “You fight dirty, freak.” He growled, Techno scowled but bit his tongue and flipped Thrasher off and stalked off as dignified as he could with the room spinning like a toy top.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the sidelines and chugged it when one of the organizers threw a small pouch at him.

“You’re off your game,” The women commented lazily, not looking up from her clipboard, “I expected better.”

“Then you hop on in there,” Techno grumbled, not making eye contact as he pocketed the pouch, he sheathed his sword.

“I’d rather die,” She said, eyes flickering up from the page, “Just like you almost did.”

Techno snorted, “Please,” He said, shouldering his bag and walking towards the bathrooms, “I neva die.”

He somehow managed to get to the bathroom without collapsing, he pushed open the door and stumbled over to the sinks. He gripped the edge tightly, waiting for the room to stop spinning, he looked up at the mirror and realized he was fucked.

There was a gross cut on his hairline, trickling blood down his face, the right side of his face was covered in blooming bruises, blood from his nose smeared down his chin, he looked like a mess.

He felt like a mess.

Techno grabbed a paper towel and ran it under the faucet then scrubbed it against down his chin and along his hairline, ignoring the sting. He dried his face off then filled up his water bottle, dreading the fact that he couldn’t hide this from his family. He hoped to get home before Wilbur or Tommy woke up, he knew he couldn’t avoid Phil, he got up extra early to be able to commute to work.

Techno started home, not bothering to stay for any other duels, he wouldn’t be able to win, not in the state he was in anyways. He squeezed past the security guards and tried not to fall while walking, the trip home only should have been around forty minutes but between his slow pace and stopping to take breaks so he wouldn’t pass out it took him over 2 hours to get back.

The rusty metal stair squeaked as Techno climbed them, they groaned as he put his weight on the railing, god he wanted to lay down.

He unlocked the door, trying to push it open as quietly as possible, of course the door made that impossible as it creaked loudly.

The door cast a shadow on the soft light coming from the kitchen, Techno could hear dishes clicking quietly.

“Hey Tech,” Phil said, as Techno locked the door again, “You’re back later then usual-” He stopped, staring at Techno’s face, Techno immediately put his hands up, “Now I know what you’re thinking but let me just say; it’s not that bad.”

“Sit,” Phil said, setting his coffee cup down, Techno rolled his eyes, but sat down anyways. “Yeah I saw that coming,”

“Please tell me the other guys looks worse,” Phil prodded at the bruises on Techno’s face, Techno shrugged.

“Please tell me you didn’t get your face fucked up for nothing,”

“I hope? I mean I got a few good hits in, oh that reminds me,” Techno leaned over, rummaging through his bag for money pouch,

He immediately regretted it because it made the room spin again. He grumbled but found the pouch and tossed it on the table.

”It’s not a lot but it’s something,” Techno trailed off, he could have stayed longer, fought harder, been more useful but a few bruises sent him running back home. “I can go back tomorrow, get us more-”

“What? You’re not going back, you look like shit!” Phil said incredulously, checking the cut along his hairline,

“But we need the money,”

“We’ll get by,” Phil’s eyes narrowed, mouth in a tight line.

“That’s a lie-”

“No it’s not,”

“Phil I’m not stupid we need more and I can go back, tonight was just an off, when I go back I can get us more-”

“You’re not going back!” Phil said firmly, “You’ll get hurt again-”

“It’ll be worth it-”

“No! It’s not! Nothing is worth you getting this hurt!” Phil snapped, he took a breath, shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry it’s- it’s just not worth it, you need to be okay too, you deserve to be okay.”

Techno sat there, not sure what to say. Phil looked at the clock and swore under his breath, “Shit, I’m gonna be late,” He grabbed his coat, “I’ll see you later, take it easy, alright?” Techno nodded as Phil walked out the door.

He sits there for a minute, not sure what to do, he wants to sleep for 45 hours but he is also hungry. He opted to grab a banana when he hears Wilbur yell from the other room;

“Tommy brush your hair!” The bedroom door opened, “No! It looks fine!” He didn’t notice Techno as he walked into the bathroom, Wilbur followed him out a moment later.

“Hey Wil,”

“Hey Tech, you're up earlier and oh my god are you okay?” He trailed off to the next point, gesturing gingerly at Techno’s face.

“Yes, I’m fine, I promise,” Techno said again, putting his hands up and rolling his eyes. Wilbur nodded, they stood there for a moment before Wilbur asked;

“Did Phil flip out?”

“Oh yeah definitely,”

“Well, at least something’s normal,” Techno snorted.

“Hey Wilbur, we’re low on toothpaste again-” Tommy said, coming out of the bathroom, he looked at Techno and trailed off.

“Uh, Techno, You’ve got a little something,” Tommy gestured to his own face, hand hovering over the whole right side, “on your face, like everywhere.”

Techno snorted and smiled softly, “Thanks for telling me nerd,”

“What happened?”

“Not important,” Techno said, grabbing an orange from their fruit bowl, tossing it at Tommy, who caught it with ease, “What is important is that you’re gonna be late for school, now get going.” He hadn’t told Tommy about the arena fights, he didn’t know how Tommy would react and he didn’t want to encourage it or risk it.

“No I’m not, you’re just avoiding the question!” Tommy protested, jamming his finger into the skin of the orange.

“You sure about that?” Techno nodded to the clock on the wall, 7:06.

“Oh shit, I gotta go,” Tommy said, Wilbur slapped the back of his head, “Language,”

“What come on! You say it all the time!”

“Yeah cause I’m older then you, now grab your shit,”

“Now you're just rubbing it in!” Tommy said, grabbing his backpack off the hook by the door.

“You’re right, now let’s go, I’ll walk to you,” Wilbur stopped in the doorway, Techno could hear the creaks of the stairs as Tommy jumped down. Wilbur looked at Techno, eyes soft.

“Go to sleep Tech, you look like you need it,”

“Well I was going to but now that you said that, I think I’ll stay up,” He teased, Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“If you aren’t asleep by the time I get back I will crush you,”

“I’d like to see you try,” Techno shot back as Wilbur closed the door, locking it.

The banana forgotten and set back on the counter, Techno slipped his shoes and laid down, hoping the others wouldn’t worry too much, he fell asleep almost immediately.

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whitewolfmoving · 3 years

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Drabble me this: Seb & Chris when anima brought a dude home for the first time.

Ooh, a Boston Burning drabble req!

To be honest, it was more of a conversation between Chris and Seb that happened that was important, than it was what they did when she brought a guy home for the first time that was important. And it went something like this:

"Seb, will you calm down?" Chris shook his head, taking a sip of his beer. He'd been watching Sebastian pace back and forth for the better part of an hour and it was beginning to drive him crazy.

The pair were hanging out at Sebastian's house waiting for Nika to show up. They'd planned a small get together for her first weekend home from college. Really it was their excuse to get to know her new boyfriend, and by "get to know," Sebastian really meant give the guy the third degree. Nika had asked Chris to come along to run interference in case her brother became too much for her to handle, and he'd happily obliged.

"I'll calm down when she gets here," Sebastian grumbled.

"Relax, it's 5:30."

"She's late."

"What are you talking about? Dinner doesn't start until 7!"

"When she's alone."

"You're being ridiculous."

"No, I'm being protective. We know nothing about this guy."

Chris chuckled and handed his disgruntled friend a fresh beer. "Correction: We know he works in the library at NYU and that's how they met. We know that Nika likes him enough to bring him home to meet her jackass of an older brother and his best friend. And we know that this is the first guy she has liked since we were kids, let her have this."

On one hand, Sebastian knew Chris was right. Nika was 22 and free to make her own decisions in life, but that didn't stop him from wanting to protect her every chance he could. And on the other hand, Sebastian also knew that the world didn't view Nika's deafness the way their family did, and instead saw it as something that needed to be fixed.

Sebastian huffed. He took the opened bottle from Chris and threw himself down onto the couch next to his friend. He shook his head.

"Just don't do that whole dad thing you do, alright?"

"What 'dad thing'? I don't have a dad thing." Sebastian pouted.

The doorbell rang and Chris was the first to stand. "Yes, you do."

Their conversation was put on hold in favor of meeting their favorite person at the door with large smiles. Sebastian opened the door and left behind his earlier frustration. His hands moved in a flurry, excitedly greeting his baby sister for the first time in over a year.

"Welcome home, Sunspot!" He pulled her into a tight hug, ignoring the brunette man standing in his doorway.

Chris stepped forward as Sebastian released his hold on Nika, a bright smile causing his sky blue eyes to shimmer as they settled on her face. "It's about time you showed up, Brat."

Nika stepped away from the two men she'd known her whole life. When they frowned, she did her best to laugh off the awkward tension in the room. She moved back toward the door, standing next to the skinny brunette man with soft eyes. "Bas, Chris, this is Thomas. Tommy, this is my older brother Sebastian and our good friend Chris."

Nika didn't notice the pull of Sebastian's eyebrows or the fall of Chris's smile, she didn't notice the tensing of their shoulders or the clenching of their fists, she didn't hear the drop in her brother's voice as he greeted the man standing with his arm around his baby sister's waist. If she had, she probably would have scolded them both for behaving like children. After all, they were adults; she was a big girl and could handle herself.

Thomas extended his hand, first to Sebastian. "Pleasure to meet you. Nika talks about you all the time." Then to Chris. "And you must be the dorky kid from Boston I've heard so much about. Pleasure."

Sebastian shook Thomas's hand firmly, keeping his gaze level. He gave the man a curt nod, but said nothing else.

Chris glanced between the two; Nika shrugged. "Good to meet you, too."

Sebastian couldn't take it anymore. He had one question burning at the forefront of his mind that he needed to ask. He set his dark blue eyes on his sister's face, didn't bother reading the desperate expression settled in her amber colored ones. Frustration pulled at the corner of his mouth, his hands moved furiously. "Since when do you act like you have no idea what we're saying?"

Nika looked to Chris for help; Thomas tensed up beside her. It wasn't that she didn't know what they were saying, oh no. Now it was all becoming clear, her dear Thomas didn't understand.

Sebastian's blood was boiling.

Chris pulled the other man aside before he had the chance to say anything that would set the evening ablaze. "Remember how I told you not to do that dad thing? You're doing it."

"The kid's either fucking stupid or Nik's lying to him, Evans. And for what?" Sebastian scoffed. He wanted to punch Thomas in his dumb face. He wanted to scream at the world for not meeting Nika on a level that was accessible to her.

"So what if she is? Look, Stan, she likes this guy. And if you screw this up for her, she'll never forgive you."

"You're just saying that because you've had a four year crush on my sister."

"I'm ignoring you now."

"Shit, fine. So, what do we do?" Sebastian asked, eyeing Thomas over Chris's shoulder.

Chris briefly caught Nika's eye and his smile returned. He hadn't denied Sebastian's claim, he couldn't... but he wasn't going to tell either of them that. "The only thing we can do—bite our tongues until the end. For her sake. And catch her when he breaks her heart."

#sebastian stan fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #boston burning drabbles #asked and answered

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adashelbysgirlfriend · 4 years

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Polly’s Daughter - Headcannon

request ; Hey! Would you consider making headcanons for being Polly's lost daughter and how she would react to the daughter just appearing one day telling her that they just told Polly that she's dead to keep her away? And how Polly would react and treat her afterwards + how the rest of the family would? 💜

i think this is a genius idea tbh; mainly because i refuse to believe in a world where Anna Gray isn't alive. I just need Polly to be happy? i don't think thats asking too much. So yer, thank you for this - you've fuelled my domestic fantasy where Polly has a full family and is never sad again. This one also hits hard for me because my mum was adopted as a baby, and I've always grown up wondering who my biological grandma is - so however you are and wherever you are granny i hope youre rocking on and having a good old time!

i kinda wrote this from like the readers point of view? i don't know why i just liked the flow better that way. Anyway, i hope you like it! and NEVER hesitate to send in a Polly related request because i ADORE the woman. Iconic.

i feel like she’d grow up dreaming of a your mum coming to find you

because you were a few years older than

but with every birthday and Christmas without so much as a card, it would kinda harden you into hating Polly for leaving you like that

being moved to Australia and completely giving up on her ever trying to find you

trying really hard to not repeat your mothers mistakes

being as responsible as possible

finally ending up with a family that keeps you around long enough for you to build up some sort of trust system and being a second mum to their other kids

you'd found out your mother was looking for you and freaked the fuck out

shock turned into anger

the woman who left you, didn't love you like any decent mother would, now wanted to meet you on her terms

absolutely not

no way

especially when you heard that the Tommy Shelby of Small Heath was the one putting feelers out for you

but being brought up in the care system (or lack there of it) had made your mind somewhat deviant and street smart

you also knew quite a few undesirable members of society, some of which had a level of power

it wasn't hard for them to formulate a fake paper trail

and just like that, Anna Gray was officially dead

you stayed in Australia but never felt settled again after that

as you got older, became an adult, the earlier anger turned into hurt

why had she left you?

why did she want you back?

i feel like these emotions would brew for a while but it would take a personal event to make you finally snap and want to go find Polly

you’ve always been careful with sleeping with men and not becoming a mum yourself so young but like you end up a month late for your period and are convinced you’re pregnant

queue storm of Angst

never feeling so close to understanding your mums decision as this

you go to the doctors and you aren't, but it sticks with you

or maybe its just when you have to leave your new family and move out alone, you realise how hard it is to be by yourself in the big city and also how much you need family

you go to Birmingham a month later

youre SHIT scared

and not just because youre well aware of the status your mothers family has

massive fear of rejection

youre well aware of the time thats passed in-between her looking for you and you actually showing up

what if she doesn't want to see you anymore?

what if she does but youre just not what she expected and she doesn't want to know you?

standing on her doorstep for like a good half hour before knocking

which alerts the boys that something fishy is going on

her coming to the door and you just standing there like a lemon with no clue what to say even though you've been literally planning this moment for as long as you can remember

finally getting the words out and making Polly the speechless one

she definitely doesn't fully believe you

she wants too, with her whole heart, but she doesn't think its possible for you to be alive so she thinks its some sick joke by one of their enemies

she definitely slaps you

you slap her back obviously

she's crying and shouting and you’re crying and shouting

everyones confused

Tommy and John coming out to break up whatever going on

“who Tommy?! who would send some whore and have them to pretend to be my Anna?”

“Oh IM the whore? who left who? i can't believe i even bothered coming all this way, all you've ever been is a disappointment, i wish i was dead so i never had to meet you “

Tommy and John feeling like they are watching Polly fight with Polly

“Pol, its her”

“How! How can i be her Tom?!”

“Just look at her Pol”

“Holy shit Pol, its definitely her” - John ever so eloquently adding in his two cent

ending up inside with Polly

the lads being nervous to leave you two together just incase you fight again but her sending them away

as soon as you start talking instead of shouting, she can take a proper look at you

and bOY do you look like her

it makes her feel warm and violently sick all in one

she probably actually has to excuse herself to vomit

she just needs to hold you

its a bit uncomfortable and awkward at first but then it all hits you at once and you can't stop yourself from sobbing

she's sobbing too

fuck me man everyones sobbing tbh

just sitting like that for hours, until you have no more tears to cry

“well lass, you’re far too skinny”

feeding you

drawing you a bath

putting the fire on for you

making sure she sets up a bed for you so you’re comfortable and i don't mean calling the maid in to do it, she wants to do it by hand so she knows its perfect

it taking a long time for you to trust her fully

but Polly literally doing everything she can to show you she will always regret losing you that day

finding out it wasn't her fault

“I didn't want to lose you, you or Michael, they took you away but i never ever stopped loving you. I thought about you every morning when i woke up and every night before i went to sleep, even after i thought you were gone’

meeting the boys properly

Tommy is cautious of you at first, not wanting to see Polly hurt but he grows to trust you and love you in his own nonchalant way

John and you being a comedy double act, you get his respect from day one for straight up fighting Polly fucking Gray in the street, and everyone else enjoys seeing him be torn apart by your humour

Arthur sees you as his little sister, would protect you with him whole life

Michael doesn't really remember you that well, but you grow to become siblings again

Ada has you over for sleepovers at least once a week, and youre even trusted to look after little Karl for her, she loves you and is the big sister you never thought you needed, but she also respects you for what you've been through and is always checking in and making sure youre okay and reminding you that youre part of a family now

Finn is probably the first ti accept you because its Finn guys, what an angel we STAN

it definitely takes a while, but youre glad of the day you stepped foot on Polly doorstep

and none of them can imagine life without you now.

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captainelsaeverdeen · 4 years

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I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 2.

There’s so little Steve in this, but he’ll be in the next parts all. the. time! And yeah, I named the coach after Troy Bolton from HSM. I can totally imagine him as a strict PE teacher if his music career didn't work out... Anyways, hope you guys will like it! Gif not mine.

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. Read Part 1 here.

That kiss.

Steve couldn't concentrate. Why now, after all this time? From what he remembered the last time you guys talked, he was about your brother's age. Your contact was limited to a short "hello" in the hallway and waving at each other in town. Nothing else.

He kissed you because Carol couldn't shut up. He remembered perfectly well how his dad let him sit behind the wheel of his car and little Steve invited to Y/N, Carol and Tommy, his best friends so far. Carol made fun of Y/N all day because she had never been kissed before. There is nothing wrong with that, but little Y/N was so embarrassed that Steve did what he thought was right. He leaned out of the driver's seat and gently kissed the little girl's mouth so that Carol could choke on her chewing gum for once.

Only a year later, Y/N realized that Tommy and Carol were not the people she wanted to deal with. She thought they were egotistical, mean, and idiots enjoying others' failures. And she was right. Steve didn't understand that until now. Too bad he figured it out too late.

“Dude, what's going on? Focus before Billy kicks our ass even more, come on!” His teammate hit him on the shoulder. Steve twisted his head and wiped out all the intrusive thoughts. “Yeah, Steve. Concentrate. We don't want anything to happen to you" Billy said sarcastically. It doesn’t matter why she sent the letter. You can't play with someone's feelings. He wanted to explain it as gently as he could and maybe he did. He didn't find out because Y/N ran away as soon as Jonathan got on the field.

But why she was scared of Jonathan Byers?

“Girl, come on” Robin sighed, leaning her hands on her school locker. You sat down on the floor and pulled your knees up to your chest, holding them with your hands to keep them from shaking. You wanted to cry, scream, vomit, or do it all at once. Steve got a letter. Your letter. It didn't belong to him, it belonged to you. Although it was addressed to him, your thoughts, your feelings were there. He should never have read it. Not to mention Jonathan. “Please, I'm starting to worry. What the hell did he tell you?”

“Robin...” Your voice broke down when you tried to speak. “He... he got a letter”. “What letter?” Your friend pushed herself away from the locker. “From who? What was in it?”

“From me” You said, raising your head a little. The corridor was empty because everyone was in class. Only an angry coach could show up here at any time. You clenched your fingers so tightly on your shirt that your ankles got whacked. “But please promise me you won't laugh”.

“I don't feel like laughing. But I feel like I'm way too sober for this”. “I... you know I'm not good at talking about my feelings. It's much easier for me to write about them. So... so when I really care about someone, I write a letter to that person. I confess my love, I say what I like about that person and how much I care about them... and that's it. I put the envelope on and hide the letter in the room. It's just that... someone sent them. Somebody had to, because Steve and Jonathan got theirs.”

Robin was quiet for a while. She bit her lower lip, started going back and forth around the hallway, removing nail polish until she stopped next to you. “Normally, I'd probably say something funny, but it's not funny at all”. “I think I'm gonna throw up” you said quietly. Robin gathered your hair into a ponytail. “Calm down” she said and sat next to you on the dirty floor. “Just take a deep breath”.

“Take a deep breath? It feels like my insides are being ripped out” you said devastated. “How many letters did you write?” Robin asked. You showed her five fingers. “Do I know the others?”. “One of them goes to school with us. I don't have any contact with the other two” you answered. “I can understand absolutely everything, but... Steve? Stephen Harrington? When was that? Why don't I know anything about it?”.

“So long ago we didn't know each other” you smiled at each other. “In seventh grade. I was friends with him... and with Tommy and Carol. But those two are assholes, and I realized that early on, so I stopped hanging out with them. Steve gave up our friendship for the sake of friendship with Tommy and Carol. We don't talk from now on. But it used to be different”.

“Y/N, you in there?” someone asked, suddenly showing up in the hallway. You knew that voice. You didn't remember exactly from where, but it was definitely familiar, the name of its owner was at the end of your tongue.

“We're in the middle of something” Robin muttered when Stanley from the homecoming who should be in class now stood over you, his sneakers were squealing on the linoleum. He just stood there for a while and stared at you until he started rocking on his feet and waved in front of his face with a blue envelope. Robin whistled loudly.

“So this is the third one” she muttered. Stanley scratched himself in the back of the neck. “Look, I didn't mean to barge in on you. I saw you run in here from the pitch, and I wanted to make sure you're okay, and, uh...” he gave you an envelope. You took it carefully in your hands, and pressed it against your chest. “Thought you might want that back. It seemed a little personal”.

“Yeah, it is” you said, looking away from him and Robin. Your heart was beating in your chest, not wanting to calm down. “I wrote it years ago. It should never have reached you... but it did”. “I had a lot of fun that night too” the boy smiled. Robin raised her eyebrow. “At the homecoming. But... Y/N don't get me wrong, you're great, but... generally, I don't like girls... like at all”.

“Well, well. Generally I don't like boys, like, at all” Robin smiled fiercely. Stanley looked at her surprised, but in this positive sense. “You're gonna get along with each other” you waved the envelope, afraid you'd faint without air. “Here's what we gonna do” Robin turned around, still sitting with her legs crossed and grabbed your hands. “You're gonna go back home and make sure Dustin has nothing to do with it. Search your room carefully, maybe the other two are still there”.

“Even if, those three could ruin my life the most. No offense” you said, and Stan raised his hands. “Dustin certainly didn't do it. That's not possible. He wouldn't have a reason”. “You think so. You never know. Go and call me. I'll cover for you.”

“From Coach Bolton? He'll never forgive you this” Stan grumbled dissatisfied. “Thank you, Stanley. That comment was completely unnecessary” Robin rolled her eyes. Everything seemed to be passing at an accelerated rate. Staying in the dressing room, coming home on a bike, as if time had decided to help you and let you go home as soon as possible. Mom was already inside, just like Dustin. You ran up the stairs so fast that you stepped on Mews' tail and she was furious.

“Y/N! What’s the meaning of this, you didn't see her or what?!” mom was screaming completly outrageous, but you didn't listen to her. You fell into the room, stopped on the bed and took the vinyl off the shelf.

It was empty.

You looked under the bed, under the desk and under the dresser. Shit, you even looked under the carpet and pillows. Nothing. Nothing at all.

“You took anything out of my room?” you asked when you went into Dustin's room. “Why would I?” your brother break away from his homework for a while “I'm not getting excited about your bras”.

“When the last time party was here, or whoever was in my room?” you asked. Dustin didn't answer, so you ripped his math notebook from him. “Yes or no?” “Jesus Christ” Dustin rolled his eyes. “I don't know. I don't control them. I just let Max in. They were messing with Lucas and he poured hot chocolate on her shirt. I said she could take something of yours, so I gave her a little privacy. But she already gave it back. It's in the laundry basket.”

“It's not about the stupid shirt...” you just shut up, left the room and went back to yours. “Hey... Hey! What is it? You don't think she stole something...” your brother's voice was jammed by the sound of the door closing. You slammed it a little too much. You slid slowly to the ground, pushing your back against the wall.

The letters are out. They're out. There's nothing you can do about it. Happiness in misery, Chris's letter was adressed to the bunks at the camp, so at least he'll never know how cute he looked in his swimsuit.

“You got the letter” Dustin knocked slowly into your room, but you didn't say anything. “It's from... from some Ralph. From Florida. Mom says the chicken will be ready soon”.

And he slipped a brown envelope through a gap under the door. Ralph's not Steve, Stan, or Jonathan, so his answer probably wouldn't have caused any emotion, but your heart literally stopped beating when you reached for the letter. But it wasn't an answer. Ralph just sent your letter back. No message, no comment. He just returned something that never belonged to him.

You hid your face in your hands, trying to calm down. Today you managed to escape from Jonathan, which was great, but you can't do it forever, not every day until the end of school. Sooner or later you will have to talk to him. If not with him, you'll have to talk with Nancy. What if he told her? What if she already knows and now she hates you with all her heart?

Dear Jonathan. There are songs you can't listen to without thinking about a particular person. There are movies where the characters experience something so wonderful that you'd like to be in their place. And there are people you just can't fall in love with. I think I found one.

Shut up. Don't think about it. Call Robin. Tell her the situation is looking hopeless and lock yourself in your room for the rest of your life. When you got up to grab the phone, when the tears were squeezing into your eyes because it was all fucking unrealistic, mom screamed from the living room.

"Y/N! Jonathan is waiting for you downstairs! Come say hi!"

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stevenismyboy · 4 years

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I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 2.

This fic was posted first on my main blog which is captainelsaeverdeen. I started my own blog only for my imagines and I moved all my work from there to here. Hope you guys would enjoy this! <3

There’s so little Steve in this, but he’ll be in the next parts all. the. time! And yeah, I named the coach after Troy Bolton from HSM. I can totally imagine him as a strict PE teacher if his music career didn’t work out… Anyways, hope you guys will like it! Gif not mine.

That kiss.

Steve couldn’t concentrate. Why now, after all this time? From what he remembered the last time you guys talked, he was about your brother’s age. Your contact was limited to a short “hello” in the hallway and waving at each other in town. Nothing else.

He kissed you because Carol couldn’t shut up. He remembered perfectly well how his dad let him sit behind the wheel of his car and little Steve invited to Y/N, Carol and Tommy, his best friends so far. Carol made fun of Y/N all day because she had never been kissed before. There is nothing wrong with that, but little Y/N was so embarrassed that Steve did what he thought was right. He leaned out of the driver’s seat and gently kissed the little girl’s mouth so that Carol could choke on her chewing gum for once.

Only a year later, Y/N realized that Tommy and Carol were not the people she wanted to deal with. She thought they were egotistical, mean, and idiots enjoying others’ failures. And she was right. Steve didn’t understand that until now. Too bad he figured it out too late.

“Dude, what’s going on? Focus before Billy kicks our ass even more, come on!” His teammate hit him on the shoulder. Steve twisted his head and wiped out all the intrusive thoughts. “Yeah, Steve. Concentrate. We don’t want anything to happen to you" Billy said sarcastically. It doesn’t matter why she sent the letter. You can’t play with someone’s feelings. He wanted to explain it as gently as he could and maybe he did. He didn’t find out because Y/N ran away as soon as Jonathan got on the field.

But why she was scared of Jonathan Byers?

“Girl, come on” Robin sighed, leaning her hands on her school locker. You sat down on the floor and pulled your knees up to your chest, holding them with your hands to keep them from shaking. You wanted to cry, scream, vomit, or do it all at once. Steve got a letter. Your letter. It didn’t belong to him, it belonged to you. Although it was addressed to him, your thoughts, your feelings were there. He should never have read it. Not to mention Jonathan. “Please, I’m starting to worry. What the hell did he tell you?”

“Robin…” Your voice broke down when you tried to speak. “He… he got a letter”. “What letter?” Your friend pushed herself away from the locker. “From who? What was in it?”

“I don’t feel like laughing. But I feel like I’m way too sober for this”. “I… you know I’m not good at talking about my feelings. It’s much easier for me to write about them. So… so when I really care about someone, I write a letter to that person. I confess my love, I say what I like about that person and how much I care about them… and that’s it. I put the envelope on and hide the letter in the room. It’s just that… someone sent them. Somebody had to, because Steve and Jonathan got theirs.”

Robin was quiet for a while. She bit her lower lip, started going back and forth around the hallway, removing nail polish until she stopped next to you. “Normally, I’d probably say something funny, but it’s not funny at all”. “I think I’m gonna throw up” you said quietly. Robin gathered your hair into a ponytail. “Calm down” she said and sat next to you on the dirty floor. “Just take a deep breath”.

“Take a deep breath? It feels like my insides are being ripped out” you said devastated. “How many letters did you write?” Robin asked. You showed her five fingers. “Do I know the others?”. “One of them goes to school with us. I don’t have any contact with the other two” you answered. “I can understand absolutely everything, but… Steve? Stephen Harrington? When was that? Why don’t I know anything about it?”.

“So long ago we didn’t know each other” you smiled at each other. “In seventh grade. I was friends with him… and with Tommy and Carol. But those two are assholes, and I realized that early on, so I stopped hanging out with them. Steve gave up our friendship for the sake of friendship with Tommy and Carol. We don’t talk from now on. But it used to be different”.

“Y/N, you in there?” someone asked, suddenly showing up in the hallway. You knew that voice. You didn’t remember exactly from where, but it was definitely familiar, the name of its owner was at the end of your tongue.

“We’re in the middle of something” Robin muttered when Stanley from the homecoming who should be in class now stood over you, his sneakers were squealing on the linoleum. He just stood there for a while and stared at you until he started rocking on his feet and waved in front of his face with a blue envelope. Robin whistled loudly.

“So this is the third one” she muttered. Stanley scratched himself in the back of the neck. “Look, I didn’t mean to barge in on you. I saw you run in here from the pitch, and I wanted to make sure you’re okay, and, uh…” he gave you an envelope. You took it carefully in your hands, and pressed it against your chest. “Thought you might want that back. It seemed a little personal”.

“Yeah, it is” you said, looking away from him and Robin. Your heart was beating in your chest, not wanting to calm down. “I wrote it years ago. It should never have reached you… but it did”. “I had a lot of fun that night too” the boy smiled. Robin raised her eyebrow. “At the homecoming. But… Y/N don’t get me wrong, you’re great, but… generally, I don’t like girls… like at all”.

“Well, well. Generally I don’t like boys, like, at all” Robin smiled fiercely. Stanley looked at her surprised, but in this positive sense. “You’re gonna get along with each other” you waved the envelope, afraid you’d faint without air. “Here’s what we gonna do” Robin turned around, still sitting with her legs crossed and grabbed your hands. “You’re gonna go back home and make sure Dustin has nothing to do with it. Search your room carefully, maybe the other two are still there”.

“Even if, those three could ruin my life the most. No offense” you said, and Stan raised his hands. “Dustin certainly didn’t do it. That’s not possible. He wouldn’t have a reason”. “You think so. You never know. Go and call me. I’ll cover for you.”

“From Coach Bolton? He’ll never forgive you this” Stan grumbled dissatisfied. “Thank you, Stanley. That comment was completely unnecessary” Robin rolled her eyes. Everything seemed to be passing at an accelerated rate. Staying in the dressing room, coming home on a bike, as if time had decided to help you and let you go home as soon as possible. Mom was already inside, just like Dustin. You ran up the stairs so fast that you stepped on Mews’ tail and she was furious.

“Y/N! What’s the meaning of this, you didn’t see her or what?!” mom was screaming completly outrageous, but you didn’t listen to her. You fell into the room, stopped on the bed and took the vinyl off the shelf.

It was empty.

You looked under the bed, under the desk and under the dresser. Shit, you even looked under the carpet and pillows. Nothing. Nothing at all.

“You took anything out of my room?” you asked when you went into Dustin’s room. “Why would I?” your brother break away from his homework for a while “I’m not getting excited about your bras”.

“When the last time party was here, or whoever was in my room?” you asked. Dustin didn’t answer, so you ripped his math notebook from him. “Yes or no?” “Jesus Christ” Dustin rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t control them. I just let Max in. They were messing with Lucas and he poured hot chocolate on her shirt. I said she could take something of yours, so I gave her a little privacy. But she already gave it back. It’s in the laundry basket.”

“It’s not about the stupid shirt…” you just shut up, left the room and went back to yours. “Hey… Hey! What is it? You don’t think she stole something…” your brother’s voice was jammed by the sound of the door closing. You slammed it a little too much. You slid slowly to the ground, pushing your back against the wall.

The letters are out. They’re out. There’s nothing you can do about it. Happiness in misery, Chris’s letter was adressed to the bunks at the camp, so at least he’ll never know how cute he looked in his swimsuit.

“You got the letter” Dustin knocked slowly into your room, but you didn’t say anything. “It’s from… from some Ralph. From Florida. Mom says the chicken will be ready soon”.

And he slipped a brown envelope through a gap under the door. Ralph’s not Steve, Stan, or Jonathan, so his answer probably wouldn’t have caused any emotion, but your heart literally stopped beating when you reached for the letter. But it wasn’t an answer. Ralph just sent your letter back. No message, no comment. He just returned something that never belonged to him.

You hid your face in your hands, trying to calm down. Today you managed to escape from Jonathan, which was great, but you can’t do it forever, not every day until the end of school. Sooner or later you will have to talk to him. If not with him, you’ll have to talk with Nancy. What if he told her? What if she already knows and now she hates you with all her heart?

Dear Jonathan. There are songs you can’t listen to without thinking about a particular person. There are movies where the characters experience something so wonderful that you’d like to be in their place. And there are people you just can’t fall in love with. I think I found one.

Shut up. Don’t think about it. Call Robin. Tell her the situation is looking hopeless and lock yourself in your room for the rest of your life. When you got up to grab the phone, when the tears were squeezing into your eyes because it was all fucking unrealistic, mom screamed from the living room.

“Y/N! Jonathan is waiting for you downstairs! Come say hi!”

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morganupstead · 1 year

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Lonestar 4x03 thoughts

I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this Strand and moto cop friendship (can't remember his name)

So he's looking for his nephew, and Strand is trying to stop a terror attack.... okay got it

Carlitos CARLITOS he's worried about her but he's trying to convince himself she's still okay. I just want to hug him

It's hard for me to read Iris as a character, and I think that's probably the point. So i can't tell from one moment to the next if she's upset or not about getting a divorce (or annulment) with Carlos

TK meant well with going to see her!!!!

Captain Strand and this motorcycle is just......interesting lol

Judd Ryder, you look mighty fine in those sunnies dude

Oh so this could be Iris thrown off the cliff?? aaaaand now we've got Protective Carlos Reyes.........sorry not complaining because it's hotttttt

A SEX DOLL???? im sorry but i didn't see that coming at all.......

NANCY IM DYING THIS IS THE PERFORMANCE OF A CENTURY. tk i literally can't with this, judd just looking so bothered by this whole situation.

I love this FBI agent.

OH THAT SMILE. that's a love interest smile. am I even okay with that??? I don't know lets see how this plays out

Damn it Iris is in trouble.........i was hoping this wasn't the plot......

Grace is literally so good at her job I'm always in awe of her skills

oh my god what happened to her!!!!! she's bloody. carlos just hauling her up just breaks my heart

I'm glad she's okay but why does this not feel like the end of the story.......Why do I feel that the detective doesn't think there was anyone to find?? I know weird theory but maybe

So Ty and Strand are gonna play vigilante cop to find his nephew???

It's been 3 episodes and I'm kinda attached to Carlos and Iris's bond already.

SEE, if Iris was assaulted by a man and this isn't some figment of her imagination imma be mad. we stan iris in this house

How is Strand sometimes good at investigating??? he almost gives me Kelly Severide fire cop vibes......not that much credit but a little bit

that Tommy and TK moment was sweet

CARLOS THAT FACE OF YOURS IS KILLING ME

CARLOS AND IRIS HAS ME SO HARD i swear how did two characters get me so hard so fast

that guy is the drunkest

STRAND YOU GOT YOURSELF ARRESTED BY THE FEDS??? damn it

OH so sergeant o brien really is dirty like I thought all along??? yea this checks out. Strand you are too gullible for your own good. bad cop skills OH MY GOD YOU COMPROMISED THE ENTIRE OPERATION!!!!!!!

CARLOS BE CAREFUL

I have a feeling there is some underground bunker in that house.

WOAH I WAS RIGHT!!!!!!!

CARLOS WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!!!!!!!!

literally, what the hell was that cliffhanger I'm am thoroughly freaked out

i swear he better be okay

#lonestar spoilers #911 lonestar

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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So I tried to do a prison break in the courthouse and we shot his cohort who was donning a sheriff's outfit illegally and he was arrested again and he was shot you can see a lot of his people coming in so requested to be transferred and they're doing so and send him to Tallahassee and they're doing it shortly

Alicia

That's a good job and it's good work and I don't know where to send it to but you need to send it to the bosses or Max who are Max and tell them that you suspect that they were shooting yours aka the max to escape every time and I did that already she says good and I mentioned who and more and they're actually on it Alicia says and thank you for the good work this is a tough job nobody appreciates anything there's always a bad side to a resting someone it's a scofflaw area and most people would say good work but not and also the crap but really this neighborhood is hell and that guy really over the top and it's embarrassing and he's ruining things and he's ignoring huge huge enemies that are right in front of our face and who's doing something for a Time and now people say he's in the way and the reason is Alicia that he is stealing everybody's stuff who are trying to keep you and I and others and friends and houses and food while the squabbling fight and we won't have anything at all because they want to run us down to nothing for some reason his heart will hardly hanging on here and the assholes threatening the living s*** out of us so I do say this this kids held on through massive amounts of pressure and this guy is mostly the one doing it and he's my father and I can't stand him I don't know what his problem is he's coming down on me for everything he goes around blabbing my name all the time and it did it before for years he's a huge huge dick he's sitting there taking a friend's stuff for years sitting on it putting in places holding on to it screwing around with Garth and other people like that going after his family he's a ridiculous turd you should see him at the Wake for Arnie he was just laughing a****** and we had to surround him and that's why Jen was crying because the a****** is saying stuff to her from across the way go get him now and stuff like that and it was horrific she found him to be so obscene and nasty she had to figure out why so the answer did that to everyone everyone figured it out he's like d-powered and he can't figure it out so he needs to learn it over and over until he doesn't come back and apparently he's going to die and I can't deal with it he's the worst enemy than a lot of people he really is he's coming at me like crazy and he was the one and now I of a friend here and Stan and others and he just one day decide to beat it try and beat everybody up so I go to hell that's how we look at it so we see where his end is but we don't know what comes before it and I say yes we do he mentioned New York City and a huge ship underneath and it's in broiled and it's going to be in broiled for a while and the more and more it gets closer to Tommy f the more he's going to push for it to happen and one fine day and a week or so John remillard will be gone forever and we don't care about you John remillard you're not my father anymore Alicia says

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connor-murphy-trash · 5 years

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High school production of Newsies

Okay I just saw a local high school preform Newsies and I LOVED IT. It was so good and professional and here are some of my thoughts from it;

Crutchies fall at the beginning was so believable, like if I didnt know it was going to happened I would have freaked

Jack and Crutchie singing Santa Fe was amazing and they blessed my ears

Carrying the Banner was amazinging as always and I am officially even more in love with Race because the girl who played him was s o g o o d

The dancing was great for being in limited space and being in a high school

Davey was hella sassy and I was L I V I N G

Like hes not sweet and innocent like Ben Fankhauser plays him

He has attitude and I love it

The girl who played Les was great and had a super nice voice

Also I though she was max 11 years old

But apparently shes a freshman

So she was v smol and adorable as Les

Pulitzer looked shockingly similar to the actor that plays him in Newsies Live

As they walked into Meddas theater they were playing the tune of My Lovey-Dovey Baby from the movie and I almost died

The girl who played Medda also played Finch

And she had such a good voice like wow we stan a queen

Katherine was amazing

She had the perfect voice and was amazing at acting

She added so much sass to Katherine

Like even more than Kara Lindsay does

The set changes were great

Like ya know those metal things they climb on in newsies live? The ones that move around the stage?

Well they had more of a DIY version of those that just were at the back of the stage the whole time

And they had projectors just like Newsies Live and they would change the pictures on them to set the scene

Like I know that's not a big deal

But shout out to whoever controls that shit

Also shout out to the orchestra, they did amazingly

The girl who was playing Katherine got fucked over because her mic kept popping all through Watch What Happens

But she powered through anyways

And she was amazing and so in character the whole time

The fight after Seize The Day had me shook™

Like everyone was all over the place

And the punches and stuff looked so real

I flinched at a few of them

And dont even get me started on how amazing Jack was when he sang Santa Fe

The raw emotion was so heart breaking

His voice cracked a few times and he didnt quite hit the high note at the end but it just added to it all

Honestly I would not be surprised if he makes it to Broadway

Or the girl who played Katherine

Or Race

Or Medda

Like they all were so fucking good

King of New York was epic

When Katherine first came out in the start of act two

You could hear her tap shoes

And I got so fucking excited

The dancing was perfect and they kept a lot of the original choreography

Specs tap solo on the table wasnt in it tho and I was v sad

Letter from The Refuge was a tear jerker

I didnt cry

But I fucking wanted too

How he sang it was kinda different than the actual show and I love that he put his own twist on it

"Go AnD lOoK iT uP tHe PoOr GuYs HeAd Is SpInNiNg"

We stan Davey so much oml

Everytime Pulitzer would yell or raise his voice I would flinch a little bit

Apparently all of the Oldsies were played by teachers

All do respect, but I do NOT want him as my teacher, nope, no thanks

But he played the part SO GOOD

He had a slightly higher voice than I was expecting but it was still great

I'm always a slut for Spot Conlon

But he was the only one who was dressed in red for Brooklyns Here

So it just seemed like he was the only one from Brooklyn

Also he was kinda tall

I was hoping for the ironicness of "dem Brooklyn boys is big" *out walks tiny ass Spot Conlon* like it is with Tommy Broco

Normally I feel like Jack and Katherine's relationship is forced a bit because ~Disney~

But it felt so real between them

Like throughout the whole show they had chemistry

And the kiss and Something to Believe in was GOALS

Like they are the cutest

The key change in once and for all of course cleansed my soul

As it always does

When Roosevelt shook Jack's hand he instantly went over to Katherine to fangirl

Davey was a complete after thought

Also Roosevelt was wearing a huge top hat

And he took it off and put it onto the desk and the first thing Spot did was put it on and make weird faces

The finally was amazing as always

And everyone dancing was so perfect at the end

I could go on for HOURS about how talented these kids are

But I think this is where I'm going to end this shit because I'm ranting

Moral of the story, no matter who's putting it on, go see Newsies

I'm still shook and I saw it 9 hours ago

Also I am so sorry if I left anything out at all haha

I'm just so hyped

Low key I might go back tomorrow just to see it again

Oops haha

#liz speaks #newsies musical #newsies 1992 #newsies #newsies x reader #jack kelly #jack #race #racer #racetrack higgens #race higgens #crutchie #crutchie morris #katherine pulitzer #katherine #katherine plumber #text post

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12 years

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥

𝟎𝟎𝟏 ➺ 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

Pairing ➺ Tom Holland x Reader

Warning ➺ Whole lotta angst but happy ending

Word Count ➺ 2,480

Summary ➺ Watching your husband come through the ER doors seriously injured causes your heart to break.

A/N ➺ I also just started a permanent taglist so if you want to be on my permanent taglist please don’t be afraid to send me an ask!! Also I’d like to take a moment of silence to honor Stan Lee, thank you for creating the best superhero’s whom helped me get through my sad days and would just paint a smile on our faces. I will truly miss his cameos and thank him for being awesome and truly legendary, thank you Stan lee, thank you.

@choke-me-sweet-pea thank you for requesting part two!

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @hollandfieldblurbs

☞ Masterlist ☜

Time.

It can be a greedy thing it steals the details for itself.

People say, time doesn’t wait for anyone.

As a matter a fact, it doesn’t.

Two weeks.

It’s been two since since Tom left, two week since he packed up his belongings, two weeks since they signed their divorce papers. Two long dreadful weeks alone in the house that they lived in for seven years.

Today was the last day of working three twelve hour shift. That’s the doctor life for you. She didn’t turn in the divorce papers yet, she knew she should but for some odd reason she felt held back to do so. Her gut was telling her to wait, to wait to turn in the papers and finalize their divorce.

She hasn’t heard from Tom in the past two weeks, she would text Harrison here and there to ask how Tom was doing and would get a response of ‘He’s fine’ ‘He’s doing okay’.

Her pager began to beep she looked down and read the electronic letters ‘ER’, she pressed on the red button and headed for the elevators down to the ER. “What do we have?” she questioned as she slipped on her white coat she stood outside as the paramedics opened the door of the ambulance.

“26 year old male, he was in a car accident, server bleeding to the head. He’s been unconscious for the last twenty minutes. His BP is 140 over 90.” As the paramedics lowered the gurney (Y/N) noticed the 26 year old male. She had know him all her life, her heart clenched in pain at the sight of the person in front of her.

“Oh my god Tom!” (Y/N) cried as she reached for his hand “Get an OR ready we need to operate stat.” she rushed to the side of her husband taking his hand into hers. At that very moment time stood still, the sound of reality went mute everyone moving around the hospital were moving every so slowly. As they got closer to the OR (Y/N) close friend Vivian rushed to her side “(Y/N) hey! No you can’t scrub in, he’s your husband we can’t work on family remember?” (Y/N) shook her head no as she looked between Vivian and the doors of the OR.

“He’s my Tommy Vivian, I need to be by his side.. I- I need to be with him.” (Y/N) pleaded, she didn’t turn the papers in yet so she could still call him her husband, she could still call him her Tommy. Vivian sighed as she took (Y/N) into a hug “I know you want to be by his side hun, but you can’t scrub in.. I’ll scrub in for you okay? I just want you to stay here and contact his family and comfort them okay?” (Y/N) nodded pulling away from Vivian to allow her to go into the OR.

She paced back and forth awaiting for the arrival of Tom’s family and Harrison. It’s been almost thirty minutes since the operation started and every passing minute was killing her slowly. “(Y/N)” a voice called halting her train of thoughts she turned to see Nikki along with the rest of the Holland family and Harrison “Mom” (Y/N) whispered meeting Nikki halfway engulfing her into a hug as freshly fallen tears streamed down her cheeks. Everything was happening so suddenly, she didn’t care about the divorce, Tom was once her everything and still is. When she was with Tom, time stood still and their problems were forgotten.

Harrison and (Y/N) had gone to get coffee together, they walked in silence Harrison knew everything of course he would, Harrison was his best friend.

“Do they know?” Of course they don’t know, she didn’t tell them nor did Tom.

“No, no they don’t.” she whispered as she poured the coffee into the cup “Did you finalize the divorce?” she set down the kettle and sighed turning to look up at Harrison.

“No, I didn’t finalize the divorce, why? Because I regret getting them in the first place, I miss having him sleep next to me or sleeping in his shirts when he’s away filming. Now.. now I have to wait to find out if he’s okay, do you know what the last thing I told him was? I told him I was willing to sign away 12 years.. It’s been two weeks and now I don’t want that to be the last thing I told him. I want to be able to tell him i love him and we can get through this and divorce isn’t the answer.”

“Tommy!” (Y/N) shouted kicking off her dreadful heels she’d been using all day “In the kitchen!” Tom answered as (Y/N) ran into the kitchen as giddy as a child. “What is it? What happened? Is everything okay?” Tom questioned turning the heat of the stove on low before walking up to his wife.

“I passed Tommy! I’m officially a resident!” Tom took his wife into his arms lifting her off her feet as he spun her around happily. “My wife is going to be the best surgeon out there!”

It was the little things like this, the little things that always made her smile the little things that made time stop and the world went mute. The only thing that mattered was they had each other in their embrace.

An hour has passed and still no word on Tom or how the surgery is going. She bit on her thumb as she watched the clock, nothing was happening everything was moving ever so slowly.

“I should go check up on him, see how the surgery is going..” (Y/N) trailed on standing up from the chair only to be held back by Nikki. “(Y/N), hun. Just wait here with us please? When they have new they’ll tell us.” She didn’t want to wait, she wanted to be by his side.

“Tommy are you sure they’ll like me?” First time meeting the family of your boyfriend, it was nerve racking it’s always nerve racking when it comes to meeting the family.

Tom cupped (Y/N) cheeks and placed a kiss on her forehead “They’re gonna love you as much as I do trust me.” That was reassuring and wait did he say love? Did he say love you as much as I do? Did Tom just say I love you?

(Y/N) shook her head focusing on making a good first impression, in which she did. The night was filled with laughter and embarrassing photo’s of baby Tom, Tom was right though his family loved and adored her. Talked about how she was all Tom could talk about, every dinner topic was (Y/N) and how much he loved her.

The couple sat in the car together in silence, Tom was currently parked in (Y/N) drive way of her home she stared at her hands before speaking “Do.. do you love me?” her question came out small and like a whisper she glanced at Tom who sat there speechless his mouth left agape but nothing was coming out.

“I- Gosh I’m rushing it am I? I’m such a div! I-I yes I love you so much and I understand if you don’t love me back yet, well at least you maybe like me back I don’t want to push you to say I love you ba-” (Y/N) leaned forward closing the gap between them as she captured his lips with hers.

The kiss was slow and full of passion, warming her up inside as she slowly pulled away.

“I love you too Thomas Stanley Holland.”

The first time you say I love you, the first fight you have, every time a first happens in a relationship time stands still because all that matters is the two of you in that moment. You and your significant other.

Two hours, and still nothing. By now everyone seemed to be taking a nap or down at the cafeteria or looking around the gift shop. Leaving (Y/N) alone with her thoughts.

It was one of those nights, one of those days where nothing is going right. Where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and everything you do doesn’t go right. That was the day (Y/N) was having, she had to call a code blue today and it scared the living hell out of her. Losing someone she loved so dearly, she drove home that night in the rain setting the mood just right.

She entered her home drenched kicking off her heels as she walked into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. “Hey, when did you get home?” Tom questioned walking up to his wife wrapping his arms around her waist resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Not too long ago..” she answered wrapping her own arms around his, she was tense and he felt that. He placed a small kiss on her neck before turning her around “Let’s go fix you a bath yeah?” (Y/N) nodded allowing Tom to grab her wine glass and lead her up the stairs.

They spent the rest of the night talking about her day, Tom washed her hair with her favorite vanilla-lavender shampoo and conditioner and lathered her body in a sweet tropical soap massaging her tense back.

That night they spoke about anything and everything.

“(Y/N)?” a familiar voice spoke drawing (Y/N) attention, she met eyes with Vivian she quickly stood up from her seat “Viv, is everything okay? Can we see him?” she was anxious of course she would be, her husband was in surgery for two hours she had every right to be anxious.

“The surgery went well, we’re setting up a private room for him. You may seem him in ten minutes, I’ll come by to get you guys okay?” Everything was going to be okay, everything was going to be fine.

They all stood outside the room, unsure of who should go first.

“(Y/N) you should go first.” Dom spoke up earning a nod from Nikki “We’ll be waiting out here.” It was nerve racking to say the least, the fact that she had their signed divorced papers sitting at home and still called him her husband.

She sat down beside him taking his hand into her’s, it was cold compared to warm hands. “Tommy..” she whispered kissing the back of his hand “I’m sorry I brought home those divorce papers, I’m sorry I didn��t try as hard as you did. Tommy.. the house is so empty without you, I’m lost without you. Time is passing by every so quickly but when I’m with you.. Time stands still. So I want you to wake up because I love you so much.. I’ll rip those goddamn divorce papers because I know that we can make this work. I am not willing to sign away 12 beautiful years together.”

“Awe darling..” a groggy voice said causing (Y/N) eyes to snap towards Tom “My life is not complete without you by my side.” the tears she held back cascaded down her cheeks she stood up from her seat and peppered kisses onto Tom’s face. “Oh my god! Tommy, Tommy you’re awake you’re okay!” she whispered earning a small groan from Tom “Oh! Sorry.. I’m sorry.” she whispered sitting back in her seat.

He brought her hand to his lips giving it a small kiss “I should be the one to apologize, I’m so sorry I broke our vow and didn’t.. didn’t tell you about that night.. I regret it so much (Y/N) I really do. My stupidity got the best of me and I well did what I shouldn’t have done. So if you could give me a second chance I promise you that I will own up to my vow.”

Later that evening (Y/N) went home and got rid of the divorce papers gathered some clothes so stay over night at the hospital till Tom was cleared to be discharged. From that moment, everything changed. it was a good change.

There’s a quote some where out there that goes, sometimes our lives have to be completely shaken up, changed, and rearranged to relocate us to the place we’re meant to be.

Four years later..

A lot happens over time, people change, families grow.. Family.

Now the Holland family is slowly growing, they were blessed with twins. The odds of having a boy and girl is 50% and well they were the lucky fifty percent.

“Mommy mommy!” Brooklyn exclaimed as she tugged at her mother’s robe “Shh Brook hun if you want to surprise daddy we need to be extremely quiet. Boston sweetie can you carry the big card you got for daddy?” Boston was a mommy’s boy and Brooklyn was a daddy’s girl.

They walked up the stairs quietly as Tom slept soundly in their master bedroom “When we get inside I want you to scream surprise okay?” the twins nodded tip toeing into the bedroom. For three year olds they weren’t the kids that had horrible terrible three’s, they were well respected kids. Cute well respected kids, the weird thing was they were each a mini version of the two of you. Brooklyn had your facial features but Tom’s attitude, Boston looked like Tom but had his mommy’s nose and an attitude of his mom. Weird how genetics works.

“Ready?” the twins nodded eagerly as (Y/N) opened the door quietly “Surprise!” the twins screamed in a unison causing Tom to jerk in his sleep tossing around the bed before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Woah! Breakfast in bed what a lovely surprise!” the twins jumped onto the bed as Boston handed the big card off to Tom. “Open Open!” he said joyfully as (Y/N) set their breakfast onto the coffee table.

She watched as Tom opened the card and read over what she had wrote “Get ready for a second round of morning sickness, there’s another on the way!” Tom looked at the card then back at his wife “Your?”(Y/N) nodded turning to the side lifting her shirt to reveal the small bump that was forming “We’re having another Holland.”

Tom jumped out bed to engulf his wife into a hug spinning her around earning a small squeal “We’re having another baby!” the twins matched their excitement jumping around the bed with a smile on their face “A baby!” they shouted with laughter.

That was their story, after a small obstacle they managed to over come it and live happily ever after. Time passes by so quickly that in between the blurs change happens whether it be good or bad. Just because one part of your life is coming to an end, it just means you’re starting a new chapter.

The secret of change is to focus all of your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new.

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #loserholland

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