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mothra-mcyt · 3 years

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☾ MCYT's reaction to a gen z reader ☽

!Warnings: mentions of self deprecating jokes!

》 Dream 《

That guy loves your chaotic energy and always pranks other people with you

Would definitely laugh along with your depressing jokes but after a while would get concerned and ask if you're okay

Immediately puts you into the Dream SMP thinking you're gonna be a good character always on his side

Then you end up just end up annoying him (especially when he's in prison) so he threatens you

You can't keep yourself together and just end up having a laugh flash

You once definitely called him a chad for watching football and a boomer which lead to him getting very defensive

》 George 《

Would honestly just end up annoying and pranking Dream with you

You would definitely call him a bottom on multiple occasions. At one point he just accepts it

Gets very concerned at your jokes

You guys definitely make weird tiktoks together

Will just go along with it when you start ranting about how capitalism is the source of all evil

He will also be a victim of your pranks and he can't do anything about it

》 Sapnap 《

Would definitely make jokes about committing arson with you (sometimes he doesn't know if you're joking or being serious about committing arson)

You two are dnf biggest shippers and no i don't take any criticism

When he finds out how touch starved you are he will definitely ask if you two ca platonically cuddle together

You would also be his biggest enemy though always saying how you're going to fight him when you meet him

Will ask you if you have eaten and how much to make sure you eat enough

Definitely anime marathons on discord together when you both can't sleep

》 Badboyhalo 《

This man would be so concerned

Even if you don't swear he still wants to say language at all the self deprecating things you say

You tell him that you don't care that he has a gun and knows how to throw knifes to which he asks why because people should definitely be afraid of that in his opinion

When you tell him that you don't care if you die he gets so much more concerned

Would be the parent who always stops you from doing stupid and dangerous shit 24/7

You definitely called him a boomer once when he said "Language"

》 Awesamdude 《

That man is taking care of you and making sure you’re okay 24/7

After you told him that you haven’t slept in 2 days with you’re reasoning being “Why not” he always makes sure that you get at least 8 hours of sleep per day

Honestly just dad energy

We know that literally half of gen z have daddy issues and when he finds out you didn’t have a good father figure growing up he’s like “I’m your dad now.”

“Have you drank water today?” “Does energy drink/iced coffee count as-” “No they don’t count as water. Go get a glass of water right now.”

At first he wanted to stop you from saying self deprecating jokes but after a while he just gave up.

》 Tommyinnit 《 (platonic)

Chaotic energy²

When the two of you have a plan no one will be able to stop you even harder if Tubbo is with you guys

Honestly just laughs about your self deprecating jokes and says “same”

The two of you have never respected authorities in your entire life and you two will not start

As soon as someone talks shit about the other person hell breaks loose and their ego will get completely destroyed

When role playing on the Dream SMP you guys will definitely just laugh at Dream trying to be threatening

》 Tubbo 《 (platonic)

Depressing jokes. 24/7.You know it’s true. (The people around you will be so concerned for the two of you oh god)

We know very well that Tubbo is not innocent and flirts (makes sex jokes) as a joke with other people his age so he would definitely do that with you if you’re comfortable

The two of you will definitely stay up til the middle of the night playing games (chess, csgo, minecraft etc.)

Whenever someone (probably an authority) is trying to get you guys to do something both of you are just like: No <3

》 Fundy 《

Honestly he completely relates to you

The being touch starved, the loneliness

Difference is he is not used to people joking about those topics to cope

So he's very concerned

"Y/N this is really relatable but are you okay?"

Streams with you two sometimes just end as therapy sessions and both of you desperately need it

He always drags you along to prank people and when the person gets mad he blames it on you and just leaves

》 Wilbur 《

Big brother energy

You are now his little sibling and you cannot stop him

Will definitely cause much chaos with you (poor Philza trying to keep you two under control)

When you two do dangerous stuff he's the one making sure you don't hurt yourself

Whenever someone is mean to you he will definitely destroy them

Will make sure you get enough sleep and will keep you company when you can't sleep

He absolutely loves that you don't give a shit if someone is an authority or not

》 Schlatt 《

He absolutely hates how you not give a shit about what he says to you and how you just roast him

His humor is already broken so he's probably laugh at your jokes and while trying to stop himself from laughing he'll ask if you're okay

Honestly he's just confused on how you're still alive with not taking care of yourself and always getting yourself into dangerous situations

You definitely called him a boomer once

You guys would probably make political jokes constantly

》 Technoblade 《

Anarchy. Lots of it.

Both of you have just random conversation where you start talking about the things you're obsessed with

Both of you are probably gonna have a short attention spam leading to a lot of funny situations

Absolutely loves how you don't give a shit about authorities

Being awkward together in social situations but standing up for eachother

I can just imagine you with the "He asked for no pickles" meme while he doesn't know what to say

》 Philza 《

He is your dad now and he doesn't care if you want him to be.

(He honestly already kinda expected your father figure to be shitty because he knows his audience)

Oh lord when he finds out how you're not able to take care of yourself

When meeting you irl will actually sit down with you and have a talk about you not taking care of yourself

You: "Sometimes i'll just sleep for 14 hours and then i won't sleep for 3 days."

Phil: "...I will punt you into the sun when i meet you irl you idiot."

I could honestly write so much more about Philza basically adopting a young reader

》 Ranboo 《 (platonic)

Constant sassyness

Gen Z x 2

You two would understand eachother so well

Constant zoomer slang and no one except Tubbo and Tommy will be able to understand it

Both of your humor is just so broken and it's so concerning to everyone

Someone is being like "You will do as i say" and you two are just like "No i don't think i will"

Tiktok references. Constantly.

Sending eachother tiktok's about the other's character

》 Eret 《

You two would be good friends honestly

Eret would probably bring out the wholesome part of your personality

Also sending eachother tiktok's and making tiktok references

Arson. Lots of arson. Fire pog.

You will bring out their chaotic side

She loves how you just not give a shit about authorities

Will also make sure that you drink enough water and take care of yourself

》 Quackity 《

He's more random chaos and you're more dangerous and destructive chaos and somehow that works together really well

Definitely invites you to Jack Box streams because you just bring such funny energy into it and chat absolutely loves you

Is very concerned tho when you make self deprecating jokes and when he hears you say one he just looks completely shocked

Completely freaks out whenever you roast someone who's being a bitch (you can just hear the "Where are the askers" playing in the background)

Very dramatic energy from the both of you

Masterlist

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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YouTube Masterlist

Check out who I’ll write for here

Check out my other masterlists here

Want more or something shorter? Check out my drabble masterlist here

DreamSMP

Dream

Dance with Me- Y/N and Clay have a sweet moment early in the morning.

Sweet as Cyanide-The whole server thinks that Y/N is being forced to stand by Dream’s side, but they couldn’t be more wrong. They all believe they’re just a sweet innocent creature, but many times people forget that sweet things can be poisonous.

Visiting Hemlock- (Part Two of Sweet of Cyanide) Y/N is finally able to visit Dream in prison.

Tightrope- Y/N and Dream have been together for what feels like forever. But when Dream says that he cares about nothing anymore, Y/N takes a moment to evaluate the tightrope walk they call their relationship.

Teacher Teacher- Just a bunch of self indulgent teacher!dream au stuff :)

Sapnap

Goodnight Kisses- The night after a date with Sapnap ends well

Stormy Nights- Sapnap takes care of their s/o that is scared of storms.

Punz

Pretty Boy- Punz takes Y/N on a date to a new biome he found while working. Y/N’s supposed to be looking around at the pretty scenery but they can’t seem to take their eyes off their lover.

BadBoyHalo

Oh Baby-After missing their period, Y/N begins to suspect there may be something else going on in their uterus.

Oh Boy- How Darryl and Y/N tell their families, friends, and fans that they’re expecting.

Wilbur Soot

Just For You- After a long day, Wilbur show’s you something special he made just for you (dreamsmp au)

Deep Trouble- Y/N’s never been good with deep water seeing as they can’t swim. But when her friends want to go to the beach, they can’t deny them their request. Trouble ensues as Y/N doesn’t tell their boyfriend of their inability to swim.

Chat’s a Snitch- Wilbur is streaming his reactions to different covers of his song when his chat informs him his s/o is currently singing his most recent release. He of course joins their stream to bully them.

Stormy Nights-Wilbur takes care of their s/o that is scared of storms.

Fundy

Stormy Nights- Fundy takes care of their s/o that is scared of storms.

Song for you- Fundy makes something special for their best friend using his knowledge of redstone and Y/N.

Character!Schlatt

All JSchlatt imagines are about the character in the Dreamsmp or they are platonic! I will not write romance for the actual CC Schlatt!

Not Your Fault- Y/N has to clear their mind after the results of the election come in. (dreamsmp)

Quackity

Missing you- Y/N gets tired of missing their best friend (dreamsmp)

Character!Technoblade

All Techno imagines are about the character Technoblade in the Dreamsmp or they are platoniclly written with the SBI Au. I will not write romance for the actual CC Techno!!

Gift of Friendship- After Techno gives Y/N some PVP lessons, Y/N is at a loss of how to repay him. Y/N comes up with an idea but is unsure of whether or not the resident Blood God with like it. (dreamsmp au)

Stolen Goods- Techno hides something of Y/N’s. Which is fine because he’s their brother. But what happens when someone else tries something similar? (dreamsmp au)

A Hairy Situation - When Wilbur and Tommy leave on an adventure, Techno and Y/N are left alone together. Y/N “helps” Techno in his potato farm and offers to braid his hair. Tensions rise as more and more time passes. (dreamsmp au)

A Dedicated Pig-(Part One of the Dedicated series) Y/N finally meets the one that everyone has been walking on eggshells over. (dreamsmp au)

Better Than a Dedicated Chicken (Part Two in the Dedicated series)-Y/N gets to see Techno again thanks to the upcoming festival in Manberg. (dreamsmp au)

Dedicated to You- (Part Three in the Dedicated Series)Techno can’t help but get a little jealous as he and Y/N visit L’Manberg and run into old friends. It’s up to Y/N to remind him who they are dedicated to.

A Dedicated and Domesticated Pig- (Part Four in the Dedication Series) Everything comes full circle when Y/N and their family travel to L’Manberg for the annual festival.

Butchered Plans-Y/N finds out about the Butcher Army and attempts to put a stop to their plan (dreamsmp au)

Best Seat in the House- Y/N comes home from a long day of chopping wood and just wants to sit down and warm up. (dreamsmp)

No Worries- Y/N’s been missing for almost a week and the one person that should be worried about them most isn’t worried at all, which upsets some people. (dreamsmp)

Protect You- Y/N tries to warn their boyfriend about the Butcher Army. The prideful man that he ignores their attempts of getting him to flee. By the time he realizes they were right, it’s too late. (dreamsmp)

Wither or Not- Techno attempts to explain to his partner just why he betrayed L’Manberg. (dreamsmp)

Fool Me Twice- Y/N is left with only one option after Techno destroys their home and their trust. (dreamsmp)

Catch Me If I Fall- What was supposed to be a simple mining trip goes horribly wrong when Y/N doesn’t pay attention to their surroundings. (dreamsmp)

Seeing Red- When Y/N gets kidnapped by the Butcher Army to lure their boyfriend to L’Manberg, Technoblade sees red and is willing to do anything to get them back… Anything. (Dreamsmp)

Calm During the Storm- Unexpected weather strikes leaving Ranboo stranded out in the open. Techno sees him and goes to him and attempts to calm him down. (Dreamsmp. Not an x reader)

Totem Troubles-Gathering materials was supposed to be easy. It wasn’t supposed to end in an almost cannon death. (Dreamsmp)

The Next Step- Techno has a serious conversation with his father about his lover, Y/N and their future plans. (Dreamsmp)

Warming Up- Philza and Techno find something in the snow that definitely shouldn’t be there and take it back to Techno’s house to warm up (Dreamsmp)

Okay, Bet- Y/N and Dream make a bet for half a stack of golden apples. (Dreamsmp)

The Blade-Y/N is forced to face their biggest fear when it quite literally comes knocking at their front door. (Dreamsmp)

Prison Break- Techno frees you from your wrongful prison sentence.

A Part of the Collection- Y/N goes missing for a while... everyone is shocked at where they find them

Prison Break- Techno frees you from your wrongful prison sentence.

Periods suck. Here’s some content about how Techno would act on your period.

Tommyinnit

Besties- What it would be like to be best friends with Tommy and Tubbo

Bring Him Home- Tommy’s big sister visits him in exile.

Tubbo

3am conversations- Tubbo appears on Y/n’s doorstep at 3am. (dreamsmp au)

Lean on Me- Y/N forces their way into Tubbo’s home after Tommy’s exile. (dreamsmp au)

Besties- What it would be like to be best friends with Tommy and Tubbo

Awesamdude

Faking Happy- The bottle Y/N has been filling with their emotions finally tips over and overflows. (dreamsmp au)

Family Matters- After spending a lot of time with Tommy, Y/N and Sam decide its time to expand their own family

Family Fatality- Y/N believed it was a bad idea from the beginning. Call it parental instincts. But unfortunately no one believed them… until it was too late.

Honey Barbecue- Tommy plays wingman for the two people on the server that genuinely care for him

SBI AU

Actually Pretty Funny-Y/N opens up to her big brother as to why she has been avoiding her other brother and his friend.

Crash- Y/N finally crashes after ignoring their needs for too long. (SBI AU)

Defending Family- When Y/N hears the school bully talking shit about their family… Well it’s no surprise when that bully gets hit. (SBI AU)

Crossed Lines-Dream kidnaps Y/N to get some leverage on their brothers. Lucky for him, it’s not too hard as they don’t really know how to defend themselves. Unlucky for him, their brothers are extremely overprotective and will stop at nothing to make sure that their sibling is safe.

Auntie Flow- When Y/N isn’t up by their usual time, Dadza goes in to check on them. He soon realizes the problem and enlists in their brother’s help to make Auntie Flow’s visit go a little smoother.

Stream Stresses-When Y/N makes fun of their brother, chat jumps to his defense by saying some not so nice things about Y/N. The mean things cause Y/N to shut down their stream with tears in their eyes, worrying their father, Philza.

Birthday Bullies- Y/N is being bullied at school. They’re able to keep the secret from her father and brothers for a while. But every cat gets out of the bag eventually.

Ghost of You- Three cannon lives. Some argue it’s too many, some argue it’s not enough. But once Y/N loses all theirs, everyone can agree that there’s never enough

Forget Me Not- The garden. That’s where it all began with Y/N and the Minecraft family… It’s unfortunate that’s where it all ended as well.

Period Piece- Y/N starts their period at the worst time possible, the one time that Philza isn’t home… but their three brother’s are.

Momma Mia- Y/N has been Philza’s best friend for the longest time. Being Philza’s friend also comes with being there for Philza’s sons and sometimes them being there for her.

Whole SMP

Full of Surprises- Y/N is the server’s sweetheart. They’re innocent and couldn’t hurt a fly… at least that’s what everyone thinks. It isn’t until someone catches them working out does the SMP finally see just how badass this person can be.

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jazzywrites · 3 years

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Mute but still family

Sbi fanfic

Warning: angst, mentions of death, selectively mute Techno.

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Technoblade has always been the quiet guy who had quick comebacks. His little remarks would cause the entire room to burst into a fit of laughter. They came so easily to Techno, like second nature.

Recently though, after Wilbur’s death, Techno had become quieter than normal. He wouldn't respond with his signature comeback. Even when Tommy made a stupid statement, or when he commented on Techno’s over-the-top dress wear. He would just stare, his face blank, no emotion evident on his face.

This caused multiple awkward moments when Tommy was trying to get a reaction out of him. Pushing all of the buttons he knows Techno had. In return, he'd receive a glare from the piglin.

No yelling, no snarls, or even an invite to a fight. Which Tommy enjoyed but would always end up on the ground, the tip of a sword to his throat.

Techno let out a sigh, he was working on another sword, just a backup. A precaution if you will.

He hasn't seen Tommy since the destruction of L’manburg.

Their fight.

The fight Techno wanted to resolve so badly. He wanted to explain his reasonings more in-depth to the boy. Wanted to have his little brother back, but he couldn't. Techno didn't want Tommy to know he misses him. He didn't want him to know he loathes the time without him. He most definitely didn’t want him to know he thinks about their adventures together all the time.

The laughter they had together. It brings a smile to the man’s face. That same smile dissolving as he remembered, Tommy hated him. Feels hostility toward his entire being. Loathes him practically.

The piglin sighed with distress. The voices were quiet too. The one time he wants them to talk they are quiet.

Techno stood up from his hunched position over the anvil. A few cracks came from his back, causing him to groan.

He walked across the bridge connecting his house to Phil’s.

Speaking about Phil, he hasn't been home in a while. He was going to get resources a week ago.

A week?

Techno knew for a fact getting resource didn't take a week. This caused a worrying sensation to itch the back of Techno’s brain.

He knows Phil can take care of himself. He knows Phil is strong. But that didn’t stop him from thinking Phil could be in danger. A danger that Phil couldn’t handle by himself.

Techno straightens his back, he’ll be fine. Phil can handle himself. He didn’t need him for a simple resource run.

He walked down the stairs looking around the snowy land, spotting Ranboo’s cabin in the mountainside. Having the sweet hybrid around was nice, refreshing even. Seeing someone so genuinely nice was something Techno hasn't been around much. Other than Phil.

He debated asking the hybrid if he's seen Phil but decided against it.

He walked to the crow’s wheat farm, all grown to full length, a week's worth of growth. That same worrying pain that began in his brain inched its way into his chest, causing him to start quickly walking to the hybrid house. All thought about Phil’s strength was lost.

He knocked harshly on the iron door. Waiting impatiently for him to open up.

He jumped when it opened up to see the taller hybrid, a confused look on his face.

“Oh hello, Techno. What's wrong?” Ranboo walked out of his house to stand straight and look at the distressed piglin.

Techno, who couldn’t speak, started to sign aggressively.

“Have you seen Phil?” Ranboo, who knew of Techno’s recent muteness, responded.

“No, I haven’t. You think somethings wrong?” Techno nods worryingly, this made Ranboo stand up straighter, he got the same chest pains Techno had felt moments ago.

“Would you like help to find him? I can help,” Ranboo asked desperately. Techno nodded, starting to quickly walk back to his house, Ranboo following right behind him.

Techno grabbed Orphan Obliterator and started his journey to the Nether portal. Ranboo trying to catch up to the piglin.

“Where are we going?” Ranboo asked, slouching his back so he can speak to Techno properly. Techno signed;

“I’m not sure,” and continued to stand in the purple portal. He honestly didn’t know where they were going. Phil didn’t tell him what resources he was getting. The fact that he had no general idea where his father was, was making Techno anxious.

Phil, besides Ranboo, was the only one that hasn’t left him. That hasn’t betrayed his trust. So him not telling him any piece of info wasn’t like him.

Thinking about Phil in danger made Techno’s legs move faster. Made him take shortcuts to...

To...

L’manburg’s portal. Tommy. He needs him. Ironically needs his voice. How he always knows how to make a sad situation light-hearted. He needs that. He yearns for Tommy’s comfort.

He walked down the stairs heading for where he knew Tommy would be. Tommy was chilling on his and Tubbo’s shared bench, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Techno pushed Ranboo to get his attention, once he got it, he point at Tommy. Ranboo understood what he asked and yelled for the blonde;

“Tommy!”

The blonde looked over, a smile on his face hearing his friend's voice but is soon disappeared seeing his brother. The same brother that betrayed him. That destroyed his home, the place he loved oh so dearly.

“What is he doing here?” The poison in the youngest voice caused pain in Techno’s heart. Pain, which caused him to let out a shaky breath.

“We are looking for Phil. You seen him?” Ranboo asked, even though he’s receiving disrespect, he still responds with such genuine kindness. It makes Techno's pain simmer down, but it was still evident.

“No, haven’t seen the old man. How long has he been gone?” He was looking at Ranboo, not giving Techno the bare minimum as eye contact. Unfortunately, Ranboo couldn’t respond, he didn’t know. So he glanced at the broad pig.

Techno, not speaking, responded with sign language;

“A week.”

The hand movements made Tommy roll his eyes.

“Just speak, bro.”

The sentence hurt Techno. Hurt him more than it should. He knew why Tommy was being sour but it’s been a long time.

He looked down in defeat. Why couldn’t he speak? Why was he like this? He used to speak all the time. It just wouldn’t come out, he couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth. Was it because of Wilbur’s death, or was he just pathetic?

“Tommy, we aren't here for arguing. We just want to know where Phil is, ” Ranboo explained sternly but still kind in his wording. Tommy took and deep breath and nodded.

“Okay, I haven’t seen him, but I’ll keep my eye out.” He gave Ranboo a reassuring smile. He didn't even look in Techno’s direction.

Fine.

If Tommy wanted to be that way, then so be it. He puffed out his chest and gave him a huff. His snout unleashing bits of smoke. He hasn't been in his human form in a while, all he understands why is that he doesn't want to be vulnerable. He's on edge all the time in that form.

He spun around, furious. Stomping away like a pathetic child. He couldn't even express his feelings to Tommy and that's what pisses him off. Tommy doesn't know he loves him still. Tommy doesn't know that he is sorry that he had to do what he did. Tommy didn't know he still cares for him so much.

He heard Ranboo call after him in his fit of self-doubt and anger. Running over, Ranboo’s hand landed on his shoulder to try and get his attention. Techno spun around, breath coming from his snout blowing into the enderman’s face.

“What’s up with you?” Ranboo asked with so much desperate concern. Techno huffed again and started to sign violently;

“Why can’t he just understand that I had to do it. Also, he thinks that I can just speak. I physically can’t. He’s such a fucking brat. We are family! He should act like family! Family doesn’t do what he’s doing!”

Techno’s facial expressions were showing his true emotion. He was the most upset Ranboo has ever seen. He swore he could see tears brimming his crimson eyes.

Ranboo’s heart shattered. Crumbling down to the endless pit that was his stomach. Techno had turned his head to the side to hide the tears that were streaming down his face. Techno wiped them off and stood up straighter puffing out his chest once again.

He strode to Tommy his stomps shaking the ground so much that Ranboo felt it in his feet. Techno taking a deep breath like he was about to speak but began to sign, already knowing that Tommy can read sign language.

Tommy was the one trying so hard to learn. He wanted to be able to speak to techno without using paper. He was so happy the first time Techno understood what he said. Techno was going quickly though. It took Tommy a second to process what his brother was saying;

“You are so unbelievably selfish! You were barely even bothered by Wilbur’s death. I don't know why I can't speak! That is known of your business anyways. We are trying to find OUR father and you just wanted to keep an eye out for him? Not even a little concerned that he might be in danger? We are your family! Family Tommy! I'm sorry for what I did to your home but I had to! To save you from the government! I love you, Tommy. You are family! Family! Family... Family..”

Techno was crying at this point as he aggressively signed ”Family” to Tommy, whose eyes were wide with the same tears that shed when Techno left. The night after l’manburg fell he cried to Tubbo all night and all of the next day.

“Techno... You... I'm sorry, ” Tommy lunged to hug Techno tightly. Techno’s large arms wrapped around the small boy. Techno was imagining that Tommy was a baby again. So small and cute, so much ambition in that small body of his.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy cried in Technos shoulder slowly lowering back down to the ground, only to realize it was Techno getting shorter. Tommy lifted his head to see Techno. Normal Techno.

People would always say they think Techno would have long pink hair due to his piglin gene. It was the opposite, though. He was Wilburs twin, after all. Wilbur’s signature short fluffy brown hair was his too.

He looked like Wilbur, every time he looked in the mirror, unwelcome tears would cascade down his face.

“Family, ” Techno signed with the emotion he wanted to express on his face. Tommy nodded, a smile spreading across his face.

“Family,” Tommy copied Techno’s hands.

Ranboo, still standing behind them, tears being quickly wiped away before hitting his cheeks.

“Need a tissue?”

Ranboo quickly twisted to see Phil, his wings tucked in tightly, and weirdly enough, he looked skinnier than when he last saw him.

“Phil?! Where were you? Techno was worrying me, man.”

Phil laughed, “I’m fine, I just got caught lacking food.”

Ranboo’s eyes widened. He couldn’t figure out why he didn’t ask any more questions. Their moment ended when Phil started to yell at them.

“Hey mate! I’m fine by the way!”

Techno’s face was shocked and confused at the same time.

“Where were you?!” Techno signed aggressively.

“I got stuck getting a fuck tone of cobblestone!”

“Oh!”

Phil laughed and smiled when Techno wrapped his arm around Tommy’s shoulder. He was listening with such genuine happiness as Tommy spoke about the new things happening in his life.

“They love each other,” Ranboo smiles and looks at Phil cheerfully. Phil laughed and nodded at him in agreement.

“Yep, anyways, I’m going to have much food I pass out.”

“Okay, Phil, have fun!”

They wave “bye” at each other as Ranboo makes his way back home.

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It was weeks after Tommy’s and Techno’s reunion. They were inseparable. They would be out practicing their fighting or just in front of the fireplace. Tommy passed out while Techno kept him warm as he read.

Techno had started speaking with only a few words in a sentence. His growth in his speech, though, was relieving to his father and his brother, his family.

They were all eating at Techno’s dinner table. Everyone was together.

Ranboo, Phil, Tommy, Tubbo, and Niki. Techno studdered for a second but managed to let out. He has the first genuine smile he'd had in a long time.

“M-my family.”

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That was cool hoped you guys liked it.

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wrenb · 3 years

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Actor au stuff but it’s all Ranboo .

•Tubbo kept hearing about Ranboo and just brought him on set one day since he was a fan of the show

•Wilbur and dream liked him and invited him on after a few auditions and discussions with his family.

•Ranboo was a part of community theatre projects but never did anything big like the DreamSMP before.

•Tommy and Ranboo’s first interactions stay true. Tommy interrogated Ranboo just to be frustrated with the answers he was given.

•Ranboo can drive, hardly anyone else can. He soon started running errands. (Getting coffee and lunch for tubbo and the sbi, helping the stage hands and getting them paints and stuff when needed)

•Ranboo dyed his hair for the part without his family’s knowledge. Fundy and Tubbo make fun of his mother’s reaction.

•The gold digger/husband bit has become very common. Ranboo grabs Tubbo and the gang coffee, Greeting Tubb with “hey gold digger, got you coffee” and Tubbo says something like “oh thank you loving husband.” They get lots of weird looks from Tommy for this.

•Quackitys jackbox streams translate to him bringing board games on set. Ranboo gets frustrated when people make up rules on the spot.

•Ranboo is very active with his fan base and has a Snapchat where he documents particularly interesting days on set

•Nikki and Tubbo showed him around the set his first day.

•Tubbo and Ranboo travel together, going as far as to share hotel rooms for weeks on end when they get stuck.

•Ranboo’s least favorite part about being apart of the show is the SFX makeup. Removing it, to be more specific. Him and Tubbo struggle with latex ears and horns after recording.

•Wilbur wasn’t sure if he like Ranboo at first, but when he saw how he fumbled around set as Tubbo and Nikki dragged him along he knew that he’d fit right in.

•After being compared to techno for months, Ranboo was most nervous to meet him. ESPECIALLY ACT WITH HIM. Once Phil told him that techno and him were going to be neighbors he went on a nervous rant to Tubbo. Tubbo reassured him that techno is just as nervous, and that he’ll be fine.

•Tommy asking Ranboo why he had a post about punting him. That’s all.

•Ranboo geeked out about having an actor chair with his name on the back.

•when he brings coffee, Tubbo had to protect Ranboo’s so fundy doesn’t steal sips.

•I can imagine the Panic room scenes with dream in super cool costume and makeup, and ranboo just looking like a disheveled mess.

•the flirty scenes between dream and George are completely improv.

•there’s an actual blooper reel at the end of each episode.

•the Shlatt and ranboo interaction happened off set, but it seriously means a lot to Ranboo.

•Ranboo’s character dressed in a suit for the first couple weeks on the show, but once he joined techno and Phil, he started wearing a sweater vest over a white button up. This was because it was getting harder to find suits that fit him.

•Ranboo was excited to meet Sam! They could share the struggle of being inhumanity tall! And then they met! And then sam was average hight. Ranboo was disappointed in him, to say the least.

•Seeing tubbo in public ment that Ranboo was not far, and vise versa. It became a meme that the bee duo were just always together. Tommy ‘confronted’ Ranboo about stealing his bestie.

•Ranboo listens to music when doing tasks like his makeup, managing social media, etc. he sometimes hums along to the song. The crew has been trying to catch him sing for months. So far, only Wilbur had caught him. (And told him that he was good, despite Ranboo’s embarrassment)

•Ranboo wears his mask and glasses in public, but once he dyed his hair all attempts to be stealthy gone out the window. (ESPECIALLY WHEN HE STARTED GOING EVERYWHERE WITH TUBBO, the two were stopped like 5 times during a supermarket run)

•They film in the UK, but techno and ranboo took tubbo+ the sbi to America

•Bbh and Ranboo love the feeling of taking off stilts/platforms

• speaking of platforms! Ranboo already towers over everyone in the cast, when he told them his character was even taller,,,, let’s just say they were shocked.

•Ranboo and Tubbo order pizza directly to their hotel rooms. Well not pizza, Tubbo orders pasta every time and ranboo orders plain cheese pizza like a MONSTER.

• Ranboo hits his head on the metal detector at the airport.

•When Tubbo works on his passion project (his own tv show) Ranboo try’s to sneak peaks, even if Tubbo says not to.

• everyone just goes by their stage names. When introducing his family to his cast members, Ranboo couldn’t tell if he was supposed to say “Mom, Dad, this is Dream!” Or “Mom, dad, this is Clay!” So it came out “Mom, dad, this is Dray!”

•Tubbo makes Tommy and Ranboo call him Toby. Ranboo has a particularly hard time with this.

•there are moments when Ranboo forgets he’s in the show, goes to scroll through fanart and fandom stuff, then hears himself act and is confused for a moment

•Someone has called Ranboo Ranby at some point and he hates it.

•Ranboob is also another nickname that’s very prevalent in this au.

• Sapnap and Ranboo did that pirate thing together and sometimes call eachother matey

•Tales of the SMP episodes are like holiday specials

•they have a wii in the vanity room.

Oh happy Valentine’s Day btw

#dream smp #dreamsmp au #tubbo and ranboo #ranboolive #ranboo

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otakuneko3 · 3 years

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Tommy and tubbo roommates pog?

They both said how they wanna move into a house together right? Here’s a take on that:

Obviously, Tommy and tubbo appearing irl on each other’s streams more

Tommy’s face cam FINALLY shows a new location. We don’t get to see the closet and the shelf and the door anymore :(

When Tommy gets a technical issue he looks back and shouts ‘TUBBO- TUBBO HELP’

And in tubbo’s stream you can pick up the yells and tubbo looks to the direction of the voice ‘whaaaaaat tommy??’ He shouts back

‘TOBY MY FUCKIN MIC JUST BROKE AND SHIT- TOBY HELP ME’ tubbo leans to the mic, ‘just a moment chat’ and takes his headphone off, mutes, and heads out.

On Tommy’s stream you see him waiting and then boom tubbo is in his webcam and they bicker a bit over technical issues. ‘Thanks’ ‘no problem’ ‘aight imma farm primes now see ya’ then stream continues.

Imagine they go on and stream but they wear each other’s iconic shirts. It’ll be so cool. Tubbo’s shirt kinda small and Tommy’s shirt mostly just hanging off tubbo’s shoulders.

They win MCC and Tommy jumps up from his chair, gives a victory cry, runs out of his room and

In tubbo’s stream you hear a bang and tubbo stands up estatic and they both holler and hi five and jump together and give powerful back pats

Tommy’s stream can hear the celebration faintly and (if they can see a door) they see tommy and tubbo bro hug and act feral through Tommy’s open doorway.

Bc tubbo is streaming past dinner time, at some point tommy comes in with a plate of food and a glass of water for tubbo to consume.

As he does you see him tower over a sitting tubbo, his head pops in from the top, and he says, ‘Hi chat!’ Then goes away.

If one is streaming and the other isnt, the other sometimes goes into the one’s room and just sit on their bed or floor and they chat. The streaming one looking at them every now and then.

Rare moments where they say ‘you wanna see him, chat?’ And turn the face cam to face the other, whose either slouched against something looking at his phone, or just lying flat down.

Tommy makes more irl videos where he pranks tubbo or basically does stuff with tubbo.

Tommy playing piano on stream pog?

Tubbo cooking streams but we get to see tommy pass by every now and then,

Or maybe tommy gets tasked with skipping annoying donations.

When tubbo opens the fridge it reveals a stack of coke lmao

They play fnaf together :D

If it’s Tubbo’s stream he’ll close tab before the actual jumpscare, yelp, and Tommy would be ‘wha- what? What happened-’ and/or be a bit spooked as well and/or laugh the iconic Tommy laugh at tubbo’s reaction

If it’s Tommy’s stream he leans back in his chair quickly and scream, horrified, and tubbo, lacking a chair with a backseat, flings himself back 2 meters.

Tubbo’s headphones rip out, he covers his face, let’s out a curdling scream, while tommy keeps yelling. Tommy looks back to see a pile of half-dead tubbo, and they both cry internally to each other until they hit around the 1 hour mark.

Or, they would grab each other, Tommy staring at the screen and shouting, tubbo screaming as his head snaps away from the screen.

They end up in a fear fueled hug and tubbo pulls Tommy to the floor where they just awkwardly lie there gripping each other’s arms. Tommy cursing and tubbo’s ‘oh my god oh my god-’

They open a PO box together and like every now and then they stream in another setting, like a living room on a couch, and open the stuff people send them.

Just a small thought, but LanuSky (tubbo’s sis) could be there as well-

Tubbo carries his face cam while streaming and walks into Tommy’s room while Tommy is streaming, and shows chat how bad his posture is ;)

Tubbo says something sweet, smiles at Tommy and Tommy looks at him like ‘wtf dude’ (for comedic effect) and the chat goes ‘AWWWWW’

Far fetched but uh- sleeping stream? It’s probably tubbo’s live and they pillow fight and play games and snack and sleep(ofc). But holy- a pillow fight would be great.

If Lani ties tubbo’s hair what’s to say she can’t tie Tommy’s hair?

Tommy’s outdoor stream and a fire is set (again) but tubbo is present so he starts chanting ‘we didn’t start the fire-’

They go to Twitchcon together!! They have a station together!! Wefies with fans TOGETHER!!!!!!!

They are present more in each other’s Instagram pics now.

(Etc; them eating after tubbo’s cooking stream, TWO BIG MEN OUT IN WOODS, HOPE WE DONT GET MUGGED, them both squatting under a tree or smth and pogging)

That’s all for now.

#tommyinnit #tubbolive #tubbo_#tubbo #tommy and tubbo #roomates #pogchamp

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Speeding Cars

Requested by anon: Hello I wanted to ask if you could do a Tommy Shelby x reader angsty song!fic based on the song speeding cars by walking on cars. Also thank you in advance and if you can't no hard feelings.

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, cheating, mentions of abuse

Words: 2,164

Song: Speeding Cars by Walking On Cars

Key: Lyrics = Bold + Italic, Memories (and sometimes emphasis) = Italic

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @stydia-4-ever, @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @jenepleurepasbaby, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

So if I stand in front of a speeding car, Would you tell me who you are, what you like? What's on your mind, if I'd get it right? How I love that no one knows. And these secrets all that we've got so far, The demons in the dark, lie again, Play pretends like it never ends; This way no one has to know

He loved her, so Polly understood his pain. The family had recently told him about Y/n’s betrayal. How she never actually loved him. And even if she had, he had to give up his love for her to be with another woman. It hit him. Hard. But she understood his need for space.

At least, that’s what she imagined he was going through.

In reality, Tommy was going through the downfall of their relationship. Y/n had actually loved him, confessed her betrayal one night. Though his reaction was not ideal, expected- yet not ideal, he loved her nevertheless.

She came to him, just the other night, and fessed up the newest information. Her employer offered a deal; Tommy take the man’s daughter’s hand in marriage for peace, or their war would continue. Accepting would mean he, the employer, would no longer be a threat to the Shelby family, but it also meant Tommy could no longer see Y/n, as that would be crossing him.

His palms slammed down on the wooden surface of his desk, splinters piercing through his soft pale skin. The water in his eyes formed into droplets, splashing down on the papers in front of him.

“You don’t love me, do you?”

“That’s not what I said. And frankly, I believe I should be the one to ask that, of you!” The hurt in his voice made Y/n wince. “You’re playing the victim, after telling me you work for my enemy. How wonderful.”

“I understand, Thomas, you’re hurt-”

“Hurt is an understatement. I... I’m letting my family down by falling for you. I’m putting everyone I love at risk, because I was dumb enough to fall for you.”

His angry ranting continued as he paced the room. Y/n felt her own anger bubbling up to the surface before she finally snapped. “You think you’re the only one with that problem? I hadn’t intended to fall for you, but in the end, I did! I fell for you and I don’t regret anything besides working for that... that.. that dick!”

Tommy’s head snapped upwards, finally noticing the tears that streamed down her cheeks, how red and puffy her eyes had become. Her expression showed him just how genuine her confessional outburst was.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I mean it, Tommy. I would give anything to be able to live a normal life with you. No enemies, no living in fear of your life or my own, just a normal life.”

He hesitated, breathing slowly as he processed the information. Tommy scoffed at himself before walking over to Y/n and pulling her flush against himself. “I love you. I know, we’ll have to talk about this in the morning, but for now, I need you to know that I love you.”

“Promise me.”

“Promise you what?”

She pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes, “Promise me you’ll never forget me. If I betray this man... I could die. So, remember me. Whether I run or die. If I run, and the man forgets about me or dies or... so on, promise you’ll look for me?”

The silence that began to crawl it’s way into the room haunted Y/n. She held a breath, fearing the worst of his response before- “Do you even have to ask? How could I ever forget a woman like you?” A smile formed upon his lips, a chuckle following suite.

Even the half smile would have slowed down the time, If I could call you half mine, Maybe this is the safest way to go.

We're singing, Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya. This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt. We're singing, Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya, You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

So if I stand in front of a speeding car, Would you give your little heart? Say the word? Due to just me and you, This way everyone will know; 'Cause these secrets all that we've got so far. The demons in the dark, lie again, Play pretends like it never ends, This way no one has to know

Tommy excused himself from a conversation with a friend of his wife’s, following something only he seemed to see. It had to be. He was certain. His heart began to pound in his chest.

Only a week ago, he’d married the daughter, gained mercy for his family, and broke his own heart as well as Y/n’s. He really wasn’t in love, despite convincing his wife and the people who’d attended the wedding. Deep down, his heart belonged to the woman he know held against the wall.

His lips traveled up her neck, hand gripping her thigh against his waist. Kissing was the only thing they’d done that night, but her hesitance told him something.

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” He mumbled against her jawline, the tingle-like tickle causing her to giggle softly.

“We have to stop this.”

He stopped, smile dropping from his face, and pulled away. “What do you mean?”

“Thomas.” He pulled away, allowing his eyes to scan her features fully. Though the light was dim, he could see every detail. The seriousness they held made his heart drop. “You have a wife. Her father... my employer... he found someone for me. Not my choice, as I would love to continue this... he just...”

“Knows you love me.” Tommy’s eyes fell to the ground, realization hitting him as he finished her sentence. “I understand.”

“Re-remember your promise?” Her words caught his attention once more, “Even though this is the way to live...don’t forget me. We can find a way to push through this.”

“You’re right.”

“I love y-”

“You made your point. I have to forget about you. This is the way to live. And if I still have you on my mind, it won’t seem real.”

“Tommy-” Y/n’s hand came to his cheek slowly, but he pushed it away. “Tommy, don’t do this-”

“No.” He scoffed, chuckling mockingly. “You tell me to give us up, then you tell me not to. Make up your mind, Y/n. Either risk our lives so we can be together, or be a coward and give us up.”

His words hurt her, stabbing her with figurative knives, until she put up the same emotional barrier she held when they first met. “You’re being just as much of a dick as he is. Maybe you should give us up. Cause I would really prefer not going through being under his influence again. So, this is goodbye, Mr. Shelby.”

Her shoulder bumped into him as she walked away. He didn’t miss the redness in her eyes, the way her voice struggled- like she was holding back. Making sure to break in front of him.

And she was; as soon as she left the back doors of the building, her eyes began to pour, just as hard as the rain over her head. Her fiancé waited for her at the front of the building, smoking his cigarette and laughing with his friends.

He was not the best of partners, and neither were the people he chose to spend his time with. She debated, truly, whether she should run back to Tommy, tell him just how bad their choices were, but she was too late. He spotted her, stubbing out the stick, and walked over, grabbing her harshly and announcing their leave to the group of men he had previously been chatting with.

Even the half smile would have slowed down the time, If I could call you half mine. Maybe this is the safest way to go. We're singing Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya, This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt.

Their attempts of straying from each other were useless. Tommy found himself realizing quite a bit that night. How unwise and cruel the words he used were, how he couldn’t ever try to pretend he loved her.

It wasn’t until he found his wife cheating on him with the man Y/n had married, did he realize they were both fucked over. The employer knew full well of his daughter’s status in loyalty, as well as the man he forced Y/n to marry, yet the grief they both went through from being split gave him a lot of amusement.

But he still wouldn’t let Thomas divorce her, or Y/n her partner. They were stuck, and Tommy didn’t like it one bit. Neither did Y/n. The bruises on her skin were hidden by her long gown, but revealed by the wind. While he was thankful for the sudden topic of discussion, he was beyond angry for obvious reasons.

“What happened.”

Her sharp inhale and slight jump cued Tommy in on her surprise to see him. He saw her eyes light up but dim down when she realized who she was talking to. “Tommy...we shouldn’t be conversing.”

They began walking, perhaps for a disguised conversation, or for the sake of avoiding being in the same spot- where anyone could hear. “Did you know?”

“That our spouses were... yeah. I found out, confronted him...”

“Is that how you got those?”

Her eyes widened. “Thomas- you can’t... you weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Yes, I’m sure I know that, but I did. And I’d like it if you told me what happened.”

“You really want to know what happened? The day you... the day we stopped seeing each other, he grew upset, thought I was planning an escape and slapped me. That was the only time he’d done something as fiancés. However, when I married him...it just got worse.”

His heart panged with guilt, anger, and so many mixed emotions. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not; emotions stripped away from him when he stopped seeing Y/n. “I could kill him, you know. I’ve got friends-”

“Yes, but then your wife’s father will go after me, your friends and family, as well you.”

“He wouldn’t know.”

“Really?” She chuckled, “Yes, yes. The man who managed to get the Thomas Shelby to fear him would surely never notice a planned death, in which the mighty Tommy set up to get the love of his life back. If she even is that.”

“You are.”

Y/n stopped walking and turned to face Thomas. “Tommy...”

“I know, we must not see each other. I’ve got that part engraved into my brain due to my eternal hatred for it. Just- please, Y/n. At least spend one last night with me?”

The way her e/c orbs flickered away from his made him lick his lips out of nervousness. He hadn’t been this anxious since he was a teen. “Thomas- you know the answer. The least I can do... is this.”

He was about to ask her what she had meant, before her palm lifted to his cheek, her lips touched his, and his hands darted to her waist out of memory. They stayed there for a moment, wetness beginning to travel their cheeks, mixing together where their faces touched.

She pulled away, giving him one last pained look, “Goodbye, Thomas Shelby.” Then, just as they both feared, she walked away. She didn’t give him a chance to say it back, for a reason Thomas knew and clung to.

They wouldn’t let it be their last goodbye.

We're singing, Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya, You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

So if I stand in front of a speeding car, Would you tell me who you are, what you like? What's on your mind, if I'd get it right? How I love that no one knows. These secrets all that we've got so far. The demons in the dark, lie again, Play pretends like it never ends. How I love that no one knows

Advertise my secret- I don't really need it. I know you can feel this, So advertise my secret; I don't really need it. I know you can feel this; So advertise my, Advertise my secret

The distance was too much for either of them to handle.

Y/n took it better than Thomas, clinging to their previous meeting, the softness of his lips bringing a red hue to her cheeks every time she thought of it, and the feeling of his smooth skin against her palm sending shivers down her back.

Tommy, however, was hellbent on getting her back. Their kiss was enough to send him over the edge, to find a way to get her back into his arms. He thought of many tricks and loopholes, but none ever played out successfully in his brain.

So he tried to drag Y/n into it.

He nudged her harshly, “Tell them. I could care less.”

“But I care. It could get us both killed.”

“Say that you threatened me with it.”

“Threatened you with the fact that I slept with you a number of times the week of and the week after your wedding? Yes, what a wonderful thing to tell the man who has the trigger at the ready. Tell him that I slept with his daughter’s husband despite, oh- you know, his daughter getting married to him.” Her sarcasm was painful.

“I’m trying to think of ways for us to be together, Y/n.”

“Maybe there isn’t one! Have you ever thought of that? Maybe- maybe fate’s keeping us away from each other for a reason. Maybe we just aren’t meant for each other.”

Tommy leaned against the wall, chuckling to himself.

“What?”

“Nothing...” He lit his cigarette and brought it to his mouth, still chuckling. “Just... fuck fate. I say we write our own destiny.”

The line brought a smile to Y/n’s lips.

“So, any luck?”

“Nope. I’m still working for the bastard.” She frowned, snatching the cigarette from his lips and placing it between hers. “How about you? Think you can take him?”

“Not currently. He’s clever, I’ll give him that, but clever doesn’t beat the Shelby’s. ...He thinks it’s fate, ya know?”

“What’s fate?”

“That he’ll be the downfall of the Shelby family.”

“Well...” She handed him back his cigarettes, “fuck him. And fuck fate.”

Her smile fell. She shoved past him and walked down the hall. He could hear arguing, voices belonging to Y/n and her husband, before the clacking of shoes returned. Y/n and her husband walked past Tommy, her husband sneaking a not so sneaky smirk to Tommy, in a rush.

The door slammed shut and that’s when he noticed it. The paper that had fallen from Y/n’s pocket. Words out of his view until he picked it up. The rushed handwriting returning the grin to his pink lips.

“Fuck fate.”

We're singing, Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya, This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt. We're singing, Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya. You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

If I stand in front of a speeding car, Don't know who you are, Don't know who you are...Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya, You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

#i tried #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders reader insert #reader insert #x reader #all readers #zodiyack #speeding cars #walking on cars

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smkkbert · 4 years

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Time for a story - Guilty

“You have put a lot of work into this project.”

“It’s a promising idea,” Felicity replied and perked up her eyebrows, “so why do you sound surprised?”

Chuckling, Bruce leaned back in his chair. He rested his right ankle on his left knee and folded his hands over of his abs. Without saying a word, he watched her for a moment. He was shaking his head slightly, barely visible even for her although she knew Bruce quite well by now.

Looking back at him without batting an eyelid, Felicity straightened up in her armchair a little. She wasn’t sure what exactly to do with his reaction. It actually made her long back to the days when he would have reacted to her presented idea by saying that it was a promising idea though he did think that the idea of their naked bodies rolling between the sheets.

Felicity appreciated the kind of friendship she had with Bruce now too much to want those days back, but she was almost sure that it would make things easier today.

“I am not surprised,” Bruce said with a low sigh, “because I know how much thought you put into everything you do. You wouldn’t suggest something like this lightly.”

This was true all the way. Felicity loved her work. She put as much thought and energy into bringing this company forward as she did into raising her kids or saving this city. She didn’t do any of this lightly.

Felicity narrowed her eyes at Bruce slightly. “I sense a but coming.”

“But,” Bruce said indeed, smiling at how well she knew him by now, “don’t you think it’s a little bit too much?”

Felicity frowned. “Have you met me?”

Bruce chuckled at that, telling Felicity that he knew exactly what she meant. She was known for juggling with several tasks at a time. Managing Queen Incorporated while raising five kids was not a small thing, even in a branch that was dominated by men. Bruce, as her friend, knew even better how many things she really had on her plate.

“All I am saying is-“

When Felicity’s phone rang, Bruce stopped.

“Sorry.”

Felicity hurried to take her phone and see that someone was calling from home. She frowned at that because, usually, when she got a call from home in the middle of the day, something had happened. The last time she had gotten a call at this time of the day, Raisa had called to tell her that she had picked up Emmy from school early since she had some terrible stomachache which had eventually resulted in all the kids falling sick one after the other.

Of course Felicity knew that she never had to take a call from home if she was in any important meetings. With Raisa, her kids had the best nanny at home. She was more than a nanny. She was like a grandma to them actually, the way she had always been some kind of mom to Oliver too. If she alone couldn’t handle something – which rarely ever happened – she knew that Donna and now Quentin were always up to take care of their grandkids.

Still, since Felicity had started working again and Oliver had turned his role as a stay-at-home dad for his position as the mayor, she had never not taken a call from home. Even though she knew that her kids were being taken care of the best they could, she just wanted to make sure that she was available for them after all. She was a mother by heart, and it was the most important ones of her jobs because it was the one she had decided to take even if she wouldn’t get an out for more than eighteen years, even if she tried to.

“I gotta hang up, Bruce,” she told him, already thinking about what was going on now, “so please just think about my idea. Maybe you are in, and we can convince Lena Luthor to join into this project too. Otherwise, I will find some other partners and-“

“I will think about it,” Bruce interrupted her, “and my answer will be yes. Just promise me that you won’t overwork yourself. You already look exhausted, and I just want you to take care of yourself and take some rests. Those are important.”

Felicity smiled. Bruce, who she knew never took a break himself because he loved his work as much as she did, advised her to lean back and relax a little. It just showed how much he cared about her and how his view on what was good for her was so much clearer than his view on himself.

“I have trouble lying back and relax.”

“I know it’s not your strength,” Bruce whispered, “and it’s not mine either. I need to be reminded of it again and again too. I am just doing that for you. As your work husband.”

Felicity chuckled. “Work husband. I like that.”

He winked at her. “Take care of yourself.”

“And you take care of you.”

Bruce nodded his head briefly before he ended the video call. Felicity looked at the black monitor for a moment longer. Soon she took her still ringing and vibrating phone and took the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi, mommy.”

Felicity couldn’t help but smile at the sound of Tommy’s voice. She knew now that nothing bad had happened. Tommy, who had always been closer to her than to Oliver as he was a true mama’s boy, had probably just missed her.

Hearing his voice, Felicity finally realized how much she had missed hearing the voices of he kids too. This last week since Oliver had come back from Hong Kong, she had tried to catch up on all the work that had been left on her desk during the time he had been gone and she had made sure that the kids had at least one parent at home. Because of that, she had barely seen her kids all week. She had basically only seen them while they had ben asleep, kissing them goodnight after they had already found into sleep.

Those days, Felicity hated being a working mom. As much as she tired to deny it, she had to admit that she was feeling guilty for how little time she got to spend with her kids at times. She guessed it was what every working parents felt like, at least if they really wanted to be a good parents.

“Hey, Buddy,” she replied lightly, “how are you doing?”

“I miss you, mommy.”

Felicity knew that she should have been ready for Tommy to just babble out the truth like that, but she really hadn’t been. His words caused her heart to ache. They took her breath and made all that guilt she had tried to swallow down these last couple of days come back to the surface.

“I miss you too, Tommy.”

She really missed all of her children. The decision to have a big family had not been a decision that she had made lightly. Emmy had come as some kind of surprise to her and Oliver. Tommy had been planned for a little bit later, but sooner or later hadn’t mattered at the very end. Millie had been fully planned, even despite the misunderstanding surrounding her conception. Addie had been another surprise, just like Emmy or even more than Emmy actually, but Felicity and Oliver had made the decision to have her even despite the depression she had hit. Felicity barely remembered that conversation, but she knew that Oliver would have agreed to an abortion if she had thought that it was necessary for her to be happy.

All of her kids, even if the pregnancies hadn’t always been easy on her, were undeniably a part of her life now, and she couldn’t imagine life without any of them. Planned or not, prenatal depression or not, Felicity didn’t regret having any of her children. She loved every single one of them, and she loved them all the same.

“I need more time with you.”

Tommy’s words reached right into her heart it seemed. Bruce had told her to lie back and relax which usually meant spending quality time with her kids, but she hadn’t really let that too close to her. At least not until now.

When it came to her kids, Felicity knew that she was more than blessed. All of her kids were healthy and happy. They had talents and great hearts. The latter was also the very reason why they barely ever complained about how much they had to share their parents with other people or the city. They knew that they were doing necessary and important work. It was the only way Felicity could live with spending so much time at work instead of by their side.

“I know, Buddy,” Felicity replied with a low sigh, “I really need more time with you too.”

“Tonight, okay?” Tommy suggested. “Tonight you come home and you will read a bedtime story for me.”

Felicity smiled. Even though they hadn’t had a lot of time together lately, Tommy didn’t demand that she’d drop everything and work and come home right now. He knew that it would be an impossible demand because Felicity would want to do him that favor, but she wouldn’t be able to. At least she wouldn’t be able to without feeling distracted by all the work she would have to catch up on the next day. That was why all Tommy asked for was for her to come home at a reasonable time and put her to bed.

How could Felicity possibly say no to that?

“I will be there,” Felicity said, her voice as firm as possible, “I promise.”

Although Felicity couldn’t see it, she knew that Tommy was smiling all over his face. She could basically feel it deep in her bones because that was how well she knew her son.

“Okay.” Tommy’s voice proved that Felicity had been right. “See you later, mommy.”

“See you tonight, Tommy.”

With a smile on her lips, Felicity hung up the phone and ended the call. In moments like these, she felt like she had no words to describe how much being a mom meant to her. She rarely ever had the words for it which was weird since she always had something to say. Being a mom just meant so much more to her than any words could possibly fathom.

A low knock at the door made Felicity lift her gaze. Emily stood right outside the office, sticking her head in through the door though. She smiled at her.

“Felicity, Oliver’s press conference is starting in a minute,” she told her, “you wanted me to remind you.”

Felicity glanced at her watch to see that Emily was right. Oliver’s press conference did indeed start in a couple of seconds, well, or minutes since Oliver was rarely ever in time. Not even his position as mayor had changed anything about that.

“Thank you, Emily.”

“Of course.”

Felicity grabbed her tablet and opened the streaming service Channel Seven offered. The anchorwoman of the news show was still talking about some traffic struggles that had occurred downtown these last couple of days, causing several accidents. It wasn’t really a secret that Oliver was barely in time.

While it could be annoying sometimes, Felicity was thankful for Oliver’s lateness today. That way, she had time to grab her lunch now and eat it while she was watching the press conference.

Felicity reached into her purse and took out the small lunchbox that Oliver had thrusted into her hand right before she had left to go to work. She opened the box, hopeful to maybe find some chicken sandwiches or maybe that mozzarella pasta she loved so much. Instead, she found something that consisted of lots of vegetables.

Scrunching up her nose slightly, Felicity wondered why she had to be married to a man that loved healthy food so much. She deserved French Fries and burgers instead of whatever this was.

Groaning, Felicity picked some of the food with her fork and lifted it to her nose. She smelled at it, unable to deny that it did smell kind of delicious, before she pushed it into her mouth. Getting married to that man was definitely the best choice she had ever made. Even vegetables tasted like heaven when he was the one making them.

The scenery of the news changed towards City Hall where the brunette reporter that was usually sent to report about local politics was standing at the bottom of the stairs. A lectern was placed on the staircase, just waiting for the mayor to step behind it and talk about whatever there was new at City Hall.

While she was talking, Felicity took some more bites of her lunch. With the fork on the way to her lips, Felicity stilled at what she saw at the top right corner of her monitor.

Oliver was already standing at the gallery upstairs. He was somewhat hidden behind a corner. Most reporters probably didn’t see him, and whoever was standing behind the camera of Channel Seven didn’t notice or simply didn’t care. It didn’t matter anyway.

Felicity noticed though and she really did care.

Unlike most times when Oliver was giving any statement, he wasn’t upstairs, taking some deep breaths, alone. He wasn’t in John’s company either. Quentin, who had used to be there for a lot of occasions hadn’t been available for quite some weeks now because he had decided that it was time to quit his job and retire instead.

A tall brunette was with him. Although her back was turned towards the camera, Felicity knew exactly who it was. Those slim long legs in the tight black pants were easily recognizable. The slim waist was something that Felicity could easily recognize too. Last but not least, Felicity always recognized the hands of women that were touching parts of his body they should rather not be touching.

Apparently, McKenna Hall, the still somewhat new Captain of the SCPD, was trying to adjust Oliver’s tie. She was fumbling with the knot of it, trying to make it look perfect and put it perfectly into place too.

Felicity slid back and forth on her chair almost a little uncomfortably. She was feeling a weird stitching in her chest, a terribly sore and uncomfortable feeling. Her throat had grown tight, a thick clump feeling like it was choking her from inside out.

It had been a long time since Felicity had felt like this the last time. It had been so long that she barely recognized the feeling. She knew it was there, and she knew what it was though.

With an almost hysterical chuckle, Felicity pushed another fork of her lunch into her mouth and shook her head. It was ridiculous. It really was so ridiculous that a new word had to be found for it. It was more than ridiculous. It was hilarious probably.

Once more, Felicity stared at the monitor. Still, nobody seemed to have caught what was happening just a few feet away from all the cameras. All the cameras that Felicity could see were still directed at the reporters that had been sent to report from the press conference. They filmed their reporters while they were probably just recalling some barely important information to kill time instead of gathering some footage of how the Captain of the SCPD was now trying to smooth the wrinkles from his shirt.

As Felicity felt her eyes drawn to it, unable to look away, she quickly closed the window of the streaming service. Staring at the black monitor, she lifted her fork to her lips once more. Before it touched her tongue, she scrunched up her nose and put the fork back into the small bowl though. She didn’t really feel hungry anymore.

Taking in a deep breath, Felicity moved her fingertips over the top of her desk. She straightened her spine, pushing her shoulders back a little. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, and felt somewhat calmer when she opened her eyes again.

This was so ridiculous, and she wouldn’t let that allow her to lose her footing. Barely anything ever made her lose her footing. This wouldn’t do it either.

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Looking at how his kids were helping him with the dishes, Oliver couldn’t help but smile. After they had finished dinner, the kids had all wanted to head in front of TV or upstairs into their rooms, so they could read or play. When Oliver had told them that the one of them who would help the most while doing the dishes would get a hundred free kisses, they had become competitive though.

His kids loved each other, but they were quite competitive. They just weren’t competitive enough to not be fair to each other. It was why Emmy was always taking glances at her younger siblings, making sure that she wasn’t too fast. She even put some of the dishes and cutlery she had dried, to the piles of her siblings, so she wasn’t too far ahead of them. She was actually a little bit behind and-

Oliver’s thoughts came to a stop when he heard the front door being unlocked.

“I think mommy is home.”

That little contest about doing the dishes was completely forgotten now. All kids put the dishes they had been busy with aside, not even caring if they put it to the piles of their siblings. They just dropped everything as quickly as they could, so they could welcome their mommy back home.

Oliver couldn’t hold it against them. Even if there would still be a mountain of dishes to take care of instead of the few things that were, he wouldn’t hold it against them. They had barely seen their mother all week as Felicity had needed to catch up on all the things, she had missed out on at work during the week that he had been in Hong Kong. They had missed her terrible although they understood why she had needed to be at Queen Incorporated instead of their home.

Honestly, Oliver had missed her too. The home just didn’t feel the same without Felicity here. There was just something missing, something that made this house his home.

While the kids were all running towards the door already, Oliver stayed back in the kitchen for some moments. He wanted to give his kids the time to welcome their mommy home before he joined them.

Eventually, Oliver followed them. Stepping into the foyer, he found Emmy, Tommy, Millie and Addie surrounding their mother as they hugged her tightly. Felicity’s arms were barely long enough to hold the four of them close to her, but she did her best to do so nonetheless.

“I think daddy is jealous,” Emmy said with a chuckle, noticing Oliver’s gaze, “because he missed mommy too.”

“Just a little.”

Oliver lifted his hand, showing a small distance between his thumb and forefinger. Felicity lifted her eyebrows at that. She didn’t have to say the words for him to know if that was really what he was going with. After a week of not getting sex, he might want to correct his answer a little.

“Maybe a little more.”

Chuckling, Felicity tightened her arms around her kids for a moment before she let go of them to cross the distance towards Oliver. Her hands cupped his cheeks as she stepped towards him. Oliver put his hands to his hips, pulling her closer until her chest was pressed against his. Their lips met in a gentle kiss.

It was crazy how, even after all the years they had shared as husband and wife now, Oliver still felt his stomach fluttering when he was kissing Felicity the way it did now. No other woman had ever made him feel like that, not even during the kinkiest sex. Love just created more emotions than arousal could.

When Felicity eventually pulled back, Oliver licked his tongue over his lip, chasing her taste. He opened his eyes a moment later to find Felicity’s eyes already on him. With slightly narrowed eyes, she was watching him. It was impossible to say what was going on in her mind, so he just perked up his eyebrows, asking about it wordlessly. He just knew that she would understand.

Felicity already opened her mouth to reply, when she suddenly stopped. There was a beat of hesitation before she shook her head with a chuckle that Oliver wasn’t sure what to think of. The next moment, she was already turning away, back towards the kids.

“Can we stay awake a little longer tonight, mommy?” Emmy asked, looking at Felicity with the same big, blue eyes that Felicity always called puppy eyes whenever Oliver was using them on her. “It’s the first time this week that you are back home before we are in bed already.”

Of course Emmy knew exactly what buttons to push to get what she wanted. Reminding Felicity that they hadn’t had a lot of time this week served as a guarantee to get her what she wanted. Felicity couldn’t possibly say no to it, just like Oliver hadn’t been able to say no to it when he had come back from Hong Kong last week. It was just how they rolled as parents.

“I am all in for watching a movie with you guys tonight,” Felicity said, “and we will start it as soon as you are all ready for bed. Whoever is ready – which means in their pajamas and having brushed their teeth – first will get to decide what movie we are going to watch.”

The kids didn’t have to be told twice. Emmy, Millie and Addie all ran upstairs. They were screeching, telling each other that they would win. Oliver looked after them, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. He was sure that all of them would pick the same movie anyway. He knew his daughters well enough for that.

While the three had run upstairs, Tommy was still standing here. He had stepped closer to his mother, pulling at her dress to gain his attention.

“What’s up, Buddy?” Felicity asked, framing his face. “You look tired.”

“I am tired.”

Oliver perked up his eyebrows. They didn’t get to hear that from any of their children very often. Like most children, theirs likes to fight for every minute they got to spend awake longer, only to fall asleep on the couch two minutes later.

“Can I have my bedtime story now?”

Felicity chuckled quietly and kissed his forehead. “Of course. Go upstairs and make yourself ready for bed. I will be there in two minutes.”

“Okay.”

With that, Tommy hurried upstairs too. Oliver listened to how his son’s steps were growing quieter. At the same time, he watched the back of Felicity’s neck, still unable to shake the feeling that something was going on with him.

As soon as he heard the door to Tommy’s room closing upstairs, Oliver took Felicity’s hand and turned her back around to him. He watched her face, and, although she was perking up her eyebrows again, Oliver didn’t buy it this time. She knew exactly what he was thinking which only proved to him that he was right.

“What is going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Lie.”

Felicity almost pulled back a little at his word. They didn’t lie to each other often, and, at least most times, those were only those small, little lies you told for whatever reason. It was nothing bad. They neve lied when it was important. They were as open to each other as it was good for a married couple.

Oliver waited patiently for Felicity to tell him what was going on. He had time. He knew that she’d tell him eventually anyway. That was just how they always did it.

Puckering her lips, Felicity stepped a little closer to him. Her hand started stroking up and down his chest while she was watching his face. For a second, he thought that she was trying to distract him from the fact that he knew something was wrong.

A moment later, it clicked with him though.

“You saw the news.”

“Yes, I did.”

Felicity’s answer sounded matter-of-factly. The way her right eyebrow had perked up slightly made him know that Felicity wasn’t as uncaring about it as she tired to make it seem though.

“You’re jealous.”

The words escaped his lips before Oliver really thought about them. He hadn’t even really understood them. He had just seen that glint in her eyes and had known that she was right.

“I’m not jealous.”

Felicity tried to take a step away from him. When he wouldn’t let her do that, she just crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her jaws tightened as she bit down on her tongue. Her lips puckered, making her look feisty.

“I’m not.”

Oh, yes, she was. Felicity Megan Queen, his beloved wife, who had helped him to move on from all jealousy he had felt whenever she had been with Ray or Bruce or any other man, he had thought could make her happier than he could have, was jealous now.

She was so jealous. Oliver could barely bite back a chuckle. He wasn’t used to see her like that, and he couldn’t help but feel all the more enamored with Felicity.

Felicity seemed to noticed how delighted he really was about her reaction to seeing that news. She pushed her bottom lip forward a little, looking like Emmy when she was unsure if reasoning or pouting was the best way to get what she wanted.

“I have daddy issues,” she said eventually, defiant being her choice it seemed, “so I am allowed to be a little… pissed.”

“Jealous,” Oliver insisted, tapping the tip of his finger against her nose, “jealous is the word.”

With a groan, Felicity tried to turn away from him, but Oliver wouldn’t let her. He kissed her lips again and again and again, proceeding to pepper kisses all over her face.

Felicity had always said that jealousy wasn’t anything good. It wasn’t helpful. It didn’t do anything but creating chaos and pain. She had always done her best not to be jealous, staying true to her words. Sometimes, she had teased him, knowing that it did weirdly turn him on when she was jealous. Right now, it seemed like the first time that she was really, honestly jealous.

God, he just loved her so much!

Oliver continued to pepper kisses over her face, almost thanking her for being jealous. Weirdly, as many girls he had been with – even at the same time he had hated to admit even to himself now – he doubted that a lot of them had been jealous because of him. Laurel, who had loved him so much once upon a time, had known that he had been with other girls, but she had simply closed her eyes about that. Sara, who had known that he had been with Laurel, hadn’t seemed to care either as she had never asked him to leave Laurel or anything like that. With Helena, it had all ended before it had really begun.

Weirdly, the only person who had really seemed jealous had been Isabel Rochev. She had sensed that his heart had already been Felicity’s by the time they had been hooking up, and she had hated it so unbelievably much.

Chuckling, Felicity pushed him away eventually. She tried to look angry, but amusement was sparkling in her eyes.

“I have to go upstairs to our son.”

With that, she turned around and headed towards the stairs. Oliver pushed his hands into the pockets of his pants, watching her. By the time Felicity was already halfway upstairs, she shot a look back over her shoulder to where he was still standing. He winked at her, and, although she was shaking her head, she couldn’t bite back the wide smile on her face.

Oliver waited until Felicity had disappeared upstairs before he turned towards the kitchen and continued the dishes that he had the kids had been working at before.

He still couldn’t really believe that this had happened. Felicity, his Felicity, was jealous. After everything they had been through, she hated knowing that a woman, he had once been with, had adjusted his tie and smoothed some wrinkles from his shirt.

Fact was that the only reason this had happened was that he had been terribly nervous. The press conference today had had nothing to do with the vigilantism, but it had been the first since he had announced working with the vigilantes. That Felicity hadn’t been able to join him there hadn’t helped either. McKenna had caught up to it and had tried to distract him, not because she was interested in him, but because she was an alley when it came to his political decisions.

Emmy, Millie and Addie coming back downstairs pulled him from his thoughts. He dried his hands with one of the towels before he went to the living room. The three girls had already gathered there.

“Where is mommy?” Millie asked immediately.

“She is reading a bedtime story for Tommy,” Oliver explained with a smile, “so you have time to choose a movie together. You all came back downstairs at the same time, right?”

“Right.”

Emmy winked at him, and it was all Oliver needed to know that Emmy had willingly lost and convinced Millie to not win either, so Addie had a chance at winning too.

While the girls started debating which movie to watch, Oliver sat down on the armrest of the couch and watched them. He loved being a dad, but he was sure that his kids really made it easy for him. They were so perfectly caring about each other as well as people in general.

Eventually, Oliver wasn’t sure how much time had passed, Tommy came back downstairs. He was wearing his pajamas and no socks. He was holding Emmy’s pink giraffe, the one she had owned since birth and was borrowing to Tommy sometimes, in his arms. He didn’t look as tired as he had probably been before. The little mommy-time he had had, had probably served him enough energy.

“Tommy,” Oliver said, “where is mama?”

“Upstairs.” Tommy smiled. “She passed out during reading.”

Oliver chuckled. “I don’t doubt that.”

“I read the rest of the story to her.”

“That makes me very proud,” Oliver told him, “so do you want to watch the movie with the others now?”

Tommy shook his head. “I want to sleep, but mama is taking too much space from the bed.”

Oliver chuckled. Felicity loved to take at least three quarters of the bed. It was part of the reason why he loved to sleep on top of her, keeping her from urging him to the edge of the bed where he couldn’t sleep without fear of falling out. The other, more important one, was that he loved to listen to the beat of her heart as he was asleep. It told him that he wasn’t alone in the world.

“Okay, I will make sure that you will have your bed all to yourself,” Oliver said, “but you have to give me some minutes.”

“Okay.”

Tommy didn’t even question Oliver’s request. He crouched down in one of the armchairs, clutching the pink giraffe to his chest and watching his sisters continuing to debate what movie to watch.

Oliver hurried upstairs towards Tommy’s bedroom. He leaned into the frame of the door and just watched the view he was offered. Felicity, still wearing the rosé dress she had worn to work today, was sprawled across the mattress. Her glasses were sitting on top of her nose askew, looking like they were about to break any second.

Smiling, Oliver stepped closer to Felicity. No matter how many times he had watched her sleeping, it would never not feel special to him.

Oliver approached the bed and stroked his fingertips over Felicity’s cheek. She sighed sleepily, grabbing his hand and lacing her fingers through his. Oliver’s smile widened. Even when she was asleep, Felicity was searching his closeness. He loved that.

Pushing his left arm under her knees and his right arm behind her back, Oliver lifted Felicity from Tommy’s bed. She snuggled closer towards him, seeking his warmth it seemed. Oliver’s smile widened once more, and he pressed his lips against her temple.

Tonight, Felicity would need some time to recover from her long week of work. She would get that in their bed. Right before he would exhaust her again the next morning.

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It’s finally here!!! I’m so sorry this took literally 5ever but it’s here now! Ch 6 is also written but I don’t plan on releasing it until 7 is done. In the meantime, I’ll be releasing some other things I’ve had in the works for a while so be on the lookout for those ;)

Thanks to all who’ve followed me and been reading! I love you!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Fandom: Tommy Holland

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Setting: LA in general

Word Count: 2013

Warnings: a little bit of language; general sad time emotions

Rating: K+ still i guess

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You had run up the stairs upon entering your house, yelling out a quick “hey I’m home” to your parents to keep from rising suspicion.

You tossed your bag onto your desk chair and went and sat on the big bean bag in the corner of your room, curling up into it under a blanket.

It was nearing 4 o’clock and you knew that the beans would be spilled any moment now.

You were absolutely nauseous.

You refreshed Instagram over and over until a notification came up at the top of your feed.

Tomholland2013 started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

Tears slipped down your cheeks again and you clicked on it, turning up the volume as the obviously anguished face of your worst nightmare appeared on the screen. The way his eyes puffed unnaturally led you to believe he, too, had been crying.

He waited a few seconds for people to join and weakly smiled. It broke your heart to see him in this state, but it pained you even more to know how it had come to this.

“Hey, everyone,” he began quietly, waving to the camera. You recognized the background photos from his hotel room and continued to weep harder.

Comments were rolling in, concerned fans asking Tom if he was okay and what was going on. Even some of his celebrity friends appeared to be confused in the comments.

“I wanted to address some rumors going on about me and the mystery girl. That girl is y/n y/l/n. We met by accident at the premiere last week and snapped a photo together as I’m sure you’ve all seen. Fast forward to only a few days ago, when I helped take her to the hospital.”

He paused. Comments were getting more frequent as the live stream continued, more people joining by the second.

Your breath was caught in your throat and chest was heavy and tight.

Am I having a panic attack? you thought before Tom continued.

“I took y/n to the hospital because she injured her head and I happened to be at the right place at the right time. That’s all that happened. We have only met those two times and I am happy that I was there when she needed help.”

You help back sobs at this point, not wanting to alarm your parents but unable to suppress the emotions you felt about his lying.

“Every other theory or suspicion is false. Those photos were of me driving her to the doctor. Y/n and I have had no contact since the incident, so please don’t bother her any further. I just wanted to come on and say y/n, I hope you’re feeling better and doing well, and to let all of you fans know the truth.”

He looked away from the camera when he said “truth,” and you were angered more.

This wasn’t the truth. This wasn’t okay. This wasn’t the Tom you’d come to know and even consider a friend.

“Finally, thank you all for the support on the movie and I love seeing your reactions. I will resume doing press this weekend when I head to South Korea and then China next week. I’m glad I could share this film with you and once again, I hope you’re feeling better y/n and that we could possibly meet again when you are okay. Thank you all.”

He gave a final wave and slight grin before ending the stream, struggling to tap the button multiple times and swearing a bit as he finally did it.

You wanted to throw your phone across the room and smash it to pieces and simultaneously lock yourself in the closet and never leave. Another part of you yearned to scream the truth over the rooftops and tell the world how horrible Tom was for this.

Now I know why I never liked him you imagined again.

You finally worked up the courage to send one message to b/f/n.

I’m sorry.

You hit send and seconds later another text came through from someone else.

I’m so sorry. It’s done.

Who from?

Clara twinkletoes, of course.

You tossed your phone away from you on the carpet and snuggled further into the bean bag, trying to muffle the sounds of sobs with your blanket.

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Your parents called you down for dinner, but food wasn’t on your mind in the slightest.

You probably looked like you’d been hit by a truck as you made your way down the stairs, and your mom and dad noticed immediately.

“Oh my gosh, baby. What happened?” your mother fawned, rushing to you and placing her hands softly on your cheeks.

“Tom Holland,” you mumbled, defeated.

“Is that some boy I need to put in his place?” your dad asked sincerely, brows furrowed.

You shook your head slightly and pulled away from your mother.

“I thought that was the actor boy b/f/n likes but you don’t. Didn’t she go meet him last week?” she inquired.

“Look up his name online, I’m sure you’ll find the fabricated story somewhere.”

You apathetically began building your plate, scooping some lasagna out and grabbing a small bit of salad as your parents scanned the TMZ article that had been published with the help of an “anonymous source.”

“The source says y/l/n has shown previous disdain for the ‘Spider-Man’ star, but is grateful for the help he extended in her dire situation. Her social media is booming as both fans and haters flock to ask about her encounter, but no word has been published by her yet. It’s only a matter of time before the California native makes a statement. Most are calling her lucky, and we don’t blame her,” your mom read aloud.

You thought you had no tears left to cry before, but more slipped down your cheek as you slid into a chair at the dining table.

“What is this?” your mom asked as she and your dad looked up from the article to you.

You started explaining everything over your dinner halfheartedly, trying not to let your emotions continue to get the best of you.

They reacted with both concern and surprise as you told the story from beginning to present, choosing not to leave out the part where Tom had secretly been in the house a few nights previous.

The lie was over, and the only way to move forward was with the truth, no matter how your parents would react.

Upon finishing the tale, you looked up from your barely eaten meal to find both parents eyeing you sympathetically.

“That’s it. That’s everything. Punish me how you see fit. Nothing could be worse than what I’ve already been through today.”

“Honey, we aren’t going to punish you. You’re an adult and you made some decisions that you can’t un-make. The consequences have already presented themselves. What matters now is how you move on from this,” your mom began.

“And we’ll be behind you every step of the way,” your dad finished.

You couldn’t help but smile and stood to hug them, welcoming their warm embraces. While cherishing the moment, you still couldn’t help but fear for b/f/n’s reaction.

“We may have to talk about you being able to sneak a boy into the house under our noses, though,” your father joked as you leaned into their arms.

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You readied for bed after spending a few hours curled into the couch watching evening programming.

You hadn’t looked at your phone once since receiving that text from Tom and dreaded looking at it, but decided to do so anyways.

You saw that there was a message from b/f/n but decided to ignore it for now.

Snapchat was filled with snaps from friends and acquaintances who had learned of the incident already.

Leaving them on read was the only feasible option right now.

A quick scan of Instagram and Twitter shot your anxiety through the roof and you refused to make any posts just yet.

The world would just have to wait for your mental health to improve.

Eventually you worked up the nerve to open the text from b/f/n, ignoring all others from family and other close friends.

This isn’t you, it began.

You have a lot of explaining to do if you expect me to understand or forgive you, but I’m not writing you off just yet

Let me know when you’re ready to talk.

You honestly couldn’t believe it.

Sure, you two had been friends for years and been through thick and thin, but you also knew how she could react in anger and be unforgiving for a long time.

It took about 20 minutes of you staring at her texts and pacing the room to think up a reply, and your words still would never make up for all of it.

I really don’t know if I am ready to share, but I swear on my life that you’ll be the first to hear from me when I am. I’ll be in touch soon. Thank you, I love you.

With that, you placed the phone on the charger on do not disturb and you crawled onto the bed.

A certain scent hit you like a truck upon laying down.

You inhaled sharply and tensed.

That damned cologne was still there.

Sleeping like this was not an option, so immediately you got back up, headed out the door, and made your way to the guest room.

That would have to work tonight, and tomorrow you would have to decide between washing or burning your bedsheets.

Those thoughts didn’t make it too far, though, because almost immediately after your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

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You couldn’t do anything.

All day you had stayed in, afraid to be seen in public and even worse, be confronted about this. You couldn’t even make yourself go to dance in avoidance of your classmates.

Instead, you spent the day managing your anger and sadness through working out for almost two hours and eventually breaking down on the floor of your makeshift home gym.

Your mom had taken off from work to keep watch of you and came in upon hearing you. She sat down on the floor and embraced you, ignoring the sweat covering your body and clothes.

After finally managing to get up, you headed back upstairs and hopped into a long hot bath. Maybe that would cleanse you of all of this.

It didn’t.

Later, you stripped your bed of the sheets and tossed them in the wash, dumping a scoop and a half of laundry detergent in for good measure. You also misted the bare mattress and pillows with linen spray just in case.

You wouldn’t let anything remind you of him.

The day went by too slowly as isolation set in. You couldn’t check social media because your feed was overloaded with inquiries, and you couldn’t talk to your friends because they were just as bad as the fans and haters.

You were now sitting watching youtube videos while your mom watched tv. You weren’t paying attention until you heard the volume go up.

Upon looking up at the screen, you saw that she was watching Entertainment Tonight and they were running a story on you.

It felt like your stomach had dropped to the floor when your name was said by one of the journalists. Even though you knew that what they’d say was false, you couldn’t look away.

They basically recapped everything Tom and the TMZ article had said, but also mentioned that you had been talked about on other talk shows and gossip sites all night and day.

Your mom gave you a sympathetic look, but you chose to ignore it all, rolling your eyes and continuing to try to figure out how to move on.

Eventually you would have to leave the house and talk about it all, but today was necessary for self care and reflection.

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How a private wall rose on the border using millions in donations — and deception and threats

https://news.yahoo.com/how-a-private-wall-rose-on-the-border-using-millions-in-donations-and-deception-and-threats-100000942.html

This is a fascinating informative read on how a small part of border wall got built on the southern border with the help of Steve Bannon, a milta group and #MAGA suckers.

HOW A PRIVATE Wall ROSE ON THE SOUTHERN BORDER USING MILLIONS IN DONATIONS AND DECEPTION AND THREATS

By Caitlin Dickson | Published July 10, 2019 6:00 AM ET | Yahoo News | Posted July 10, 2019 |

SUNLAND PARK, N.M. — Nestled between the busy international port cities of El Paso and Ciudad Juarez, near the intersection of two countries and three states, is Sunland Park, N.M.

Though the city itself wasn’t officially incorporated until 1983, the history of this small, predominantly Hispanic border community on the western bank of the Rio Grande is represented in various landmarks — like the 12-foot white stone obelisk known as Monument One, which was erected in 1855 to mark the beginning of the new land border between the U.S. and Mexico following the Mexican-American War. Or the limestone crucifix that has adorned the top of Mount Cristo Rey for nearly 80 years. Even the soil in certain areas has been found to still contain lead and arsenic from decades of pollution caused by the smelter that once loomed large over this region from across the river in El Paso.

Now, at the center of all these artifacts from Sunland Park’s history, stands the first-ever privately funded border wall. Erected quickly and quietly on private property over Memorial Day weekend, the 18-foot-high barrier ofweathered steel bollards climbs approximately half a mile up the side of Mount Cristo Rey. Beside it, a freshly paved road seems to glow like a concrete waterfall under the reflection of the mind-bending desert sun.

“This is kind of like Masada,” said former White House strategist Steve Bannon, admiring the massive steel barrier from atop a plateau that had been carved into the mountain as part of the construction process. He was comparing the steep terrain to the cliff on which the biblical king Herod the Great built a fortress, which later was the site of an epic siege by Roman forces that ended in the mass suicide of hundreds of defenders. The word has become a metaphor for a hopeless last stand.

Bannon, who serves as advisory board chairman for We Build the Wall, the nonprofit behind the crowdfunded construction effort, made the pilgrimage to Sunland Park late last month along with the group’s founder, Brian Kolfage, and a smattering of other supporters for a live-streamed, three-day-long fundraiser. The goal of the so-called Wall-a-Thon was to recruit corporate sponsors, as well as individual donors, to fund additional construction as an example and proving ground for the Trump administration’s proposed Gulf-to-Pacific wall, which has barely gotten off, or into, the ground.

Supporters of the wall haven’t just given money, though: Thousands of them around the country have enlisted in a campaign to lobby — and threaten — both local and federal officials into letting the project go forward without the necessary permits and paperwork. The mayor of Sunland Park said he has received death threats over the issue.

Bannon, who had recently been in Europe advising far-right nationalist and populist political movements, was out of the country during the big reveal of the wall the month before. He told Yahoo News at the time that the construction had been carried out secretly and quickly over the holiday weekend “to catch them by surprise,” predicting that local residents would “freak out” upon seeing the nearly completed section of wall.

As he marveled at the wall in person, Bannon repeatedly remarked at how shocked everyone in Sunland Park must have been to discover what had been built while they weren’t looking.

He was right.

“I was sure that it was illegal,” said Olga Nuñez, a City Council member and longtime resident of Sunland Park, of her initial reaction to the wall. “There was no way I could even imagine that we would issue a permit for something that size.”

Nuñez was right, too.

Yahoo News has officially confirmed, through documents and several interviews with city officials as well as We Build the Wall president Kolfage, that the group neither obtained nor applied for the required building permits from the city of Sunland Park before breaking ground for the wall, which was built on private property within roughly 240 feet of the actual border. A few days after completing it,they proceeded, once again without a permit, to build a gate from the base of the wall across federal land, blocking access to a dam managed by the U.S. section of the International Boundary and Water Commission, a government agency, as well as the only public entrance to Monument One.

In both cases, construction commenced so quickly and unexpectedly that, by the time officials tried to assert authority over the situation, the projects were either complete or close to it. Attempts to retroactively reverse the process were short-lived, as city and federal officials capitulated under an onslaught of calls, emails and social media posts from thousands of We Build the Wall supporters, whose messages ranged from angry to racist to explicitly violent and threatening.

Kolfage is decidedly unapologetic about the tactics his organization used to build its first section of private wall in Sunland Park and offers no assurance that the same approach won’t be used going forward in other border communities. We Build the Wall has claimed to have 10 other private parcels lined up for future construction, but it won’t disclose their locations.

“We’ve done everything that was required to build here above-standard, highest-quality construction, the very best border wall on the entire border,” Kolfage declared during an interview with Yahoo News.

But, he admitted, “we did not have the permit to do this.” Asked whether We Build the Wall would try to get proper permission before starting construction on its next border wall project, Kolfage said, “We’ll see.”

Kolfage, a decorated Air Force veteran who lives in Miramar, Fla.,launched a GoFundMe campaign in December with the improbablegoal of raising $1 billion to pay for President Trump’s border wall in lieu of congressional funding. Originally, the plan was to donate the crowdsourced cash directly to the federal government, but a few weeks in, after raising more than $20 million, Kolfage announced that the money would instead go directly to a nonprofit he had created to build the wall independently.

In addition to Bannon, Kolfage’s organization soon had the backing of several other prominent Trump allies, including Blackwater USA founder Erik Prince, former Colorado Rep. Tom Tancredo and Kris Kobach, the aggressively anti-immigrant former Kansas secretary of state who has announced a run for the U.S. Senate from his home state.

For the construction, they enlisted Tommy Fisher, an outspoken Trump donor and owner of a North Dakota-based construction company who sued the U.S. government in April after the Army Corps of Engineers rejected its bid to build the wall. According to the Washington Post, Trump aggressively pushed for Fisher to get the contract.

Since most land along the U.S.-Mexico border is already owned by the federal government, Kolfage said, finding the right location for the project involved a combination of public records and word of mouth. In addition to creating a database of every private-property owner along the southwest border, Kolfage said, he and members of the We Build the Wall team traveled to various border towns to consult with Border Patrol agents and others familiar with the region.

According to Kolfage, We Build the Wall had been pursuing a different piece of private land farther west in New Mexico when a Border Patrol agent told them about George Cudahy, an 85-year-old Air Force veteran and owner of the American Eagle Brick Co. in Sunland Park whose property was “overrun” with illegal activity from Mexico.

Sandwiched between Mount Cristo Rey and the Rio Grande, directly overlooking Monument One to the south, Cudahy’s now-inactive brickyard abuts part of the first section of the land border with Mexico. It is situated on rugged mountain terrain that is one of the few stretches of border for miles not already fenced by the U.S. government.

In light of the natural barriers, there doesn’t actually seem to be a lot of unauthorized immigration in this sector, according toU.S. Customs and Border Protection statistics and anecdotal observations of local residents.

Still, Kolfage said, he was compelled to build the wall on Cudahy’s property after hearing the fellow Air Force veteran’s stories about the theft of car batteries and a brand-new barbecue grill that he attributed to criminals coming across the border.

“We Build the Wall’s representing him and protecting him,” said Kolfage. He said the group agreed to pay Cudahy for the land on which the wall would be built, but declined to say how much.

Cudahy does not, in fact, live in Sunland Park but in another town near the Texas border about 14 miles away.

According to U.S. census data, as of 2018 Sunland Park was home to approximately 17,000 people — 95 percent of whom identified as Latino or Hispanic. With nearly 40 percent of the population living in poverty, it is among the poorest cities in New Mexico.

“We’re a small town; we have an operating budget of about $7 million right now,” said Mayor Javier Perea, who had just returned from Washington, D.C., where he was lobbying for an official port of entry in his city, which would bring new jobs.

The estimated cost of the half-mile section of wall built by Kolfage’s group is$6 million to $8 million.

Kolfage told Yahoo News that We Build the Wall “had this whole thing planned out a month in advance and had the best lawyers in the nation review everything.” However, according to a detailed timeline of events provided by Sunland Park City Manager Julia Brown, the first time anyone at City Hall caught wind of a possible construction project on the American Eagle property was on May 22, the Wednesday before Memorial Day weekend, when a state official mentioned it to the city’s chief building official, who informed the mayor and the Sunland Park building inspector. A search of the records showed there was no application onfile for the project.

Brown said that after being denied access to the American Eagle Brick Co. property on Thursday, a group of city staffers met with Cudahy, who told them he just wanted to erect electrical poles on his property. Brown said staffers gave Cudahy application forms and copies of applicable ordinances, and reminded him that, along with his application, he would need to submit additional documentation, including plans and a grading permit for authorization to move dirt.

Based on the few specifics they say were offered during that meeting, the city inspector and community economic development director told Cudahy that construction of the electrical poles could continue over the weekend, with city staff planning to work with him to ensure that it complied with city ordinances.

“If the city says, ‘You're good to build,’ you're good to build,” said Kolfage, arguing that anyone who saw the operation that Friday would have realized that something much bigger than light poles was in the works.

However, many city officials and staff said they first learned that the 18-foot steel bollard fencing had been erected on Cudahy’s property along with the rest of the world, through national news reports the following Tuesday. In response, the city manager, along with the community economic development director, authorized a stop-work order on the construction. That’s when the backlash began.

A series of posts to the We Build the Wall Facebook page, as well as Kolfage’s personal social media accounts, urged supporters of the private wall project to contact city officials and demand construction be allowed to continue. Beyond a simple call to action, many of the posts seemed deliberately designed to fuel outrage, linking to 2012 articles about alleged corruption by former Sunland Park officials and accusing the city of being paid by Mexican drug cartels to halt construction of the wall.

“Burn up the phone lines and email guys!” reads one of many posts on We Build the Wall’s Facebook page from that day, including the address and phone number of Sunland Park City Hall, along with direct contact information for the mayor and city manager. “Ask them who was paid off by the cartels! WE WON'T STOP! YOU DON'T STOP!”

City Hall was suddenly bombarded, as were individual council members and other city employees, with calls and emails ranging from frustrated expressions of support for the wall, to racial slurs and insults like “go back to Mexico,” to violent threats. Mayor Perea personally received multiple death threats against himself and his family.

The calls and messages persisted over the next two days, as representatives from We Build the Wall and Fisher Industries urged city staff to lift the stop-work order. By Thursday, despite still not having received all necessary documentation and other required information, the city issued permits for both the steel fencing and electrical poles, and construction resumed. At a televised press conference, Perea told reporters that the permits had been issued “prematurely.”

Nearly a month later, Perea told Yahoo News that the barrage of calls had mostly died down but that he was still working his way through more than 5,000 emails sent to his direct address by supporters of the private wall, looking for threats that should bereported to law enforcement.

Following a recent City Council meeting, City Manager Brown offered little in the way of reassurance when asked how the city might be able to prevent something like this from happening again.

“You always, unfortunately, will have outlaws in the world who do what they want to do regardless of what the law is,” she said.

Kolfage has little sympathy, and argues that the fact that permits were issued prematurely amid the backlash that followed the cease-and-desist order “just shows the incompetency of the city.”

“This time they had the control, and they still messed it up. It shows that they don’t know what they’re doing,” he said.

As for being described as an “outlaw,” Kolfage said, “I take it with pride. If that’s what they want to call protecting your country, protecting a fellow veteran.”

The city’s attempts at imposing retroactive accountability have been similarly dismissed. Days before the Wall-a-Thon, George Cudahy failed to show up at a scheduled court hearing in response to a criminal complaint the city had issued against him for building without a permit, the maximum penalty for which is a $500 fine.

Sunland Park may have been an easy target, and Perea admits the city made some mistakes. However, We Build the Wall’s steamrolling didn’t stop with the local government. The same tactics used to get away with building a wall without a permit on private property appear to have been used to manipulate the federal permit process as well.

The American Eagle Brick Co.’s closest neighbor to the east is the American Dam, which is managed by the International Boundary and Water Commission, a binational body created in 1889 by a treaty between the United States and Mexico. Operated under the federal governments of each country, the two sections of the IBWC work together to manage the flow of the Rio Grande for use and flood protection.

According to documents obtained by Yahoo News, Richard Allan Kaye, an Atlanta-based attorney with Barnes & Thornburg, a large U.S. law firm and lobbying group, emailed a letter to the U.S. section of the IBWC on June 2 explaining that We Build the Wall was “seeking a license and permit” to build an addition to the bollard border wall as well as a retractable gate that would extend the privately funded barrier from the edge of Cudahy’s property to an existing fence around the IBWC’s dam, cutting across a federally owned road.

“Our intention is to provide the IBWC and DHS with full and complete control of, and access to the retractable gate and seek your advice as to the procedures required to pass title and ownership of the fence and gate to the IBWC,” Kaye wrote. He included plans for the proposed additional fencing and gate.

The following day, the IBWC sent a formal response highlighting a number of logistical and security concerns raised by the proposed gate and wall extension. The letter lists the environmental and engineering reports needed for a permit, and other federal and state agencies, including the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, that would have to sign off.

The letter noted that the IBWC’s “preference” was to have no gate, but it included recommended specifications from the agency’s Engineering Services Division if one was built.

Kolfage insists that “behind closed doors” the United States’ IBWC commissioner, Jayne Harkins, actually wanted the gate, and points to the agency’s initial response to the proposal as proof that IBWC officials were involved in designing the structure. But if so, the IBWC doesn’t appear to have had much influence on the final product, which was completed without a permit within days of submitting the initial proposal.

According to a press release issued by the IBWC, We Build the Wall ignored the IBWC’s request for a different location for the gate.

An IBWC employee who spoke to Yahoo News on background confirmed this version of events and dismissed the claim that IBWC was involved in the design.

A couple of days later, the completed gate was closed and locked, blocking a government-owned levee road used by IBWC employees to access the American Dam. On June 10, after repeated requests to unlock the gate, the IBWC enlisted the assistance of the Doña Ana County Sheriff’s Office to remove the private lock and secure the gate open.

Once again, supporters of We Build the Wall were called to action, and like the city of Sunland Park before it, the U.S. staff of the IBWC was inundated with angry calls and messages. On Facebook and Twitter, Kolfage helped to foment outrage by repeatedly posting videos of large groups of migrants crossing different sections of the border, accusing the IBWC of deliberately allowing thousands to “invade,” and calling for Harkins, a Trump appointee, to resign.

One person even created a White House petition to fire Harkins, writing that the IBWC commissioner was “doing the bidding of smugglers and human traffickers by leaving border wall gates open to let 1,000's of illegals in every day.”

“I feel like they think on Twitter they can just bully us and everything is fine, and that's not OK,” Lori Kuczmanski, the IBWC’s public affairs officer, told Yahoo News on June 11. Kuczmanski emphasized that the IBWC had not expressed opposition to the private border wall itself.“People are upset that they donated money to this campaign … but it’s not the border wall, it’s this gate that is in question.”

Later that evening, Kolfage tweeted an announcement that a deal had been reached with the IBWC and that the gate was now closed. Kuczmanski initially disputed this, telling Yahoo News that the commissioner had consulted with the IBWC’s security team and made the decision to temporarily close the gate at night and reopen it pending a long-term resolution.

“We didn’t talk to them about this, we just didn’t,” Kuczmanski said of Kolfage’s group. Kolfage insisted that the two sides had been in communication “from day one.”

Shortly after speaking to Kolfage, Yahoo News received an email from Kuczmanski that read: “I was just informed the lawyers have been in daily contact with us and are being very cooperative. Please clarify this in any story.”

Kuczmanski declined to provide any additional information and has not responded to multiple follow-up calls and messages in the weeks since.

“It’s infuriating. It really makes one lose faith in government,” said Kevin Bixby, executive director of the Southwest Environmental Center. “You assume the rules apply to everyone equally.”

Bixby said that his organization, which opposes both private and federal construction of new border barriers because of potential harm to wildlife, has worked with the IBWC for 20 years on ecological restoration projects on the border.

“Let me tell you, they won’t let you plant a tree without getting a permit,” he said. “It’s frustrating, but we work with them.”

The Southwest Environmental Center, along with the American Civil Liberties Union, has denounced We Build the Wall’s aggressive tactics and called on the IBWC to deny its pending permit application and remove the gate.

In addition to a number of federal environmental laws that may have been violated by failing to go through the required permit process, both groups decry the fact that the gate’s location also blocks public access to Monument One, which is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

Kolfage sarcastically refers to Monument One as “Yellowstone National Park,” insisting no one goes there. But more than just an international boundary marker, the white obelisk and the small park surrounding it, which also includes a preserved adobe house and tributes toMexican history, have long served as an important meeting place for friends and family from both sides of the border, and a popular destination for school field trips.

For Sunland Park City Council member Olga Nuñez, the park is where her family would celebrate Easter with relatives in Juarez who didn’t have a visa to cross the border.

Even as Bannon and Kolfage were kicking off the first day of their live-streamed Wall-a-Thon, multiple groups could be seen through the steel bollards coming from Juarez to take photos in front of the historic boundary marker, the new private wall looming large in the backdrop.

“Building a massive steel gate on federal land without proper permits is illegal and arrogant behavior,” said Shaw Drake, policy counsel at the ACLU’s Border Rights Center. “If we allow this kind of lawless behavior to stand, it will set a dangerous precedent for the future that we cannot afford.”

For many in Sunland Park, the potential precedent set by We Build the Wall’s actions is the subject of far more concern than the steel bollards themselves.

“Right now, it’s just a wall. After that? I don’t know,” said Perea. “Which law are we going to be OK with violating [next] to do what a specific group wants to do?”

The mayor pointed out that back in April, Sunland Park drew national media attention as the home base of an armed militia group that had been posting videos on social media that appeared to show members detaining groups of migrant families at gunpoint and turning them over to the Border Patrol.

Though Kolfage and others have denied adirect affiliation, a number of news outlets have noted apparent connections between We Build the Wall and members of the militia group, who had previously been operating on Union Pacific railroad property on the other side of Mount Cristo Rey from the American Eagle Brick Co.

“When we came down here, that’s how we crossed paths with them,” Kolfage acknowledged.

The self-described “volunteer patriots” were evicted from that spot in April, after reports of their activities drew outrage and their founder was arrested on an unrelated federal weapons charge, and have since changed their name from the United Constitutional Patriots to Guardian Patriots.

In the days and weeks since the wall went up, members of the group have been seen at the site of the private border wall, including Guardian Patriots spokesman Jim Benvie, who has posted numerous widely viewed videos and live-streams from the American Eagle property on his Facebook page.

Days before the Wall-a-Thon, Benvie was arrested on two federal charges of impersonating a U.S. Border Patrol agent.

“The government is enabling that,” Kolfage said when asked about Benvie’s recent arrest. “If we had border security, we wouldn't have these issues of people coming across the border, and then our citizens trying to act.”

In stark contrast to the inflammatory and politically polarizing tone of his social media posts, Kolfage said he supports a pathway to citizenship for Dreamers, expressed sympathy for asylum seekers and insisted that a real solution to the border crisis requires “politicians coming together in the middle as they’re elected to do, to get the job done.”

After speaking to Yahoo News for nearly an hour, Kolfage offered a surprising conclusion: “The wall is not the solution” to the current crisis on the border.

“It does nothing to solve the problem,” he continued. “It alleviates it for a little bit, but it doesn’t solve it.”

The next afternoon, as Kolfage and Bannon were bracing for a second day of fundraising in 100-degree heat, almost 3 milesfrom the private border wall,a group of migrants, including at least three or four small children, were seen standing beside a white U.S. Border Patrol truck on the shoulder of a busy road near Sunland Park City Hall.

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Mercy {Pt. 2}

Fandom: Stranger Things

Billy x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: cheating, a bit of angst

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At the Hargrove house, phone calls for Billy are very few and far between. He doesn't go around giving his number out because if random girls were calling at all hours of the night like he knew they would be, his dad wouldn't be very happy. The only people to actually have his number are Tommy and you. Tommy doesn't normally call Billy and you know about Neil and his temper so you try to avoid calling his number unless absolutely necessary -- which it was.

You were relieved when you heard Billy's sleepy voice on the other side of the phone, you were also surprised that it was eleven at night and by the sounds of it he was asleep. Normally Billy is one to stay up well past midnight but apparently, that's not the case tonight which made you feel kind of guilty for calling.

"Billy?" You ask, voice small as you bite the inside of your cheek.

"Y/n, what's going on?" He yawns, scratching the back of his neck.

"Billy, can you come get me?" Your voice cracks as you try to hold back the tears. "I'm scared."

"Yeah, what happened? Where are you?" He asks, grabbing a pair of jeans up off the floor and shimmying into them with the phone still pressed tightly to his ear. "Y/n, where are you?"

"I- I'm at a gas station right off 35 in Losantville. It's about forty-five minutes away." You say nervously as you look around the dark streets and the closing gas station. "The gas station is closing so I'll be outside in the phone booth."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes. Are you okay?" He asks calmly despite the thundering heartbeat in his chest.

"I will be once you get here." You sniffle, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand.

"I'm on my way," Billy says as he hangs up the phone and quickly rushes out of the house and to his Camaro, peeling down the street faster than he ever has before.

Billy kept his word, about twenty minutes later you see headlights nearing you and the familiar roar of a vehicle you've grown to be pretty fond of. You watch from the phone booth as the car pulls into the dark parking lot of the gas station. Pushing the door open, you step out with relieved tears streaming down your face.

"Y/n, what the hell is going on? This is the middle of nowhere." He steps out of his car wearing only a pair of shoes, jeans and his favorite jacket, too rushed to put on a real shirt before leaving.

"Thank you, Billy." You run into his arms, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly.

The tears running down your face transfer to and run down his bare chest as he strokes your hair and tries to calm you down. "Hey, hey, hey what happened y/n? Why are you out here all by yourself? I thought you were supposed to be with Trevor."

"I'll tell you on the way home." You step back, wiping your face with the back of your hand as you walk around the car to get in on the passenger side. Once both you and Billy are in and starting down the road, you turn to look at him. "Trevor's been cheating on me."

"That son of a bitch!" Billy growls through gritted teeth, hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"We stopped for gas a couple miles back and ran into one of the girls." You pause, trying to hold back the cry that wants to erupt from your chest. "She apparently didn't realize I was his girlfriend and starting talking about how she 'had fun the other night' and did he 'find the present' she left him. He tried to act as if he didn't know what she was talking about and we left. I tried confronting him about it and he denied it so I was looking for whatever that girl left and found her panties under the seat."

"Damn it, y/n. That asshole has never been good enough for you. How'd you end up out here?"

"He kicked me out of the car and told me to find a way home." You bite the inside of your cheek and look down at your hands. You can practically hear Billy fuming beside you. "Can we not go straight home?"

"Yeah, I'll drive around for a while." Billy says, his voice soft and comforting.

You let out a soft sigh and lay with your head against the window, staring out at the darkness around you. Billy turns his music on, loud enough for the upbeat and somewhat erratic music to drown out the sound of your quiet sniffles but quiet enough for you to hear Billy muttering to himself as he drives down the dark roads.

I'd drive through the night Just to be near you baby Heart open, testify Tell me that I'm not crazy

You don't know how long you were asleep but it couldn't have been long, seeing as though you are still in Billy's car. The atmosphere in the car has changed and is tenser than it was before you fell asleep. You slowly sit upright and glance over at Billy whose eyes are trained on the road but you notice his body is stiff and tense. His fingers tap away at the steering wheel and he chomps away at the gum in his mouth.

"Billy?" You ask, sitting up in the seat and he jumps a little at your voice, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Hey, sleeping beauty." He smiles wide as he glances at you, turning down the familiar road that leads back into town.

"What are you thinking about?" You pull your legs up to your chest and cock your head to the side as you wait for him to speak.

"Ah, it's uh- it's..." He swallows hard and loud enough that you can hear the nervousness that he is trying to push down. "We're here." He says as he clears his throat, pulling up to your house and parking on the street.

"Billy, what's wrong?" You reach out, turning his face to look at you and he heaves out a long sigh.

"Y/n, it's just... I've never- I think... shit." He groans running his hand across his face. "Look, I think we need to talk but I'm not sure how to say it."

"Just spit it out, Billy."

"Okay," He takes a deep breath before continuing on. "I'm obviously pissed about how things ended with you and that prick but I'm glad it's over. For such a smart girl, you were so dumb. It seemed like you were the only one that didn't see how bad he was for you." He says, pausing to gauge your reaction.

"So did you know he was cheating on me?" You ask bluntly, arms crossed and staring straight into his eyes.

"Hell no, I didn't know that. If I would have known that I would have beaten his ass earlier." He shakes his head with a scowl, imagining the look on Trevor's face after Billy's done with him. "I never liked the way he treated you... neither did your little runt of a sister or any of your friends, but for some reason, you couldn't see it."

You break your eyes away from him and look down at your hands that you now have folded in your lap. You pick at your nails as you let his words sink in and a small tear runs down your cheek. Taking a deep breath, you look back up at Billy as you wipe the stray tear away and you climb into the seat with him and hug him tight. His arms wrap around you and pull you close to his chest as the last remaining tears fall from your eyes.

"Thank you, Billy, for everything." you sniffle with your cheek still pressed against his bare chest.

"Y/n, I have something else to tell you." You can hear his heart beat loud in his chest as he opens his mouth again. "This probably isn't the best time, but I know if I don't say it now that I probably never will. I think I like you, more than just a friend -- Hell, I know I do -- I think I may love you." He says the last bit quietly and you go stock still.

"Billy, I- I need to go inside." You say as you scramble off his lap and out of the car. "Thank you again." you close the door and practically sprint up to the front door.

Billy just sits there in the driver seat of his car. He stares out the front windshield as the street illuminated by the headlights of his car. He thinks about how quickly you ran after he admitted that and realized the mistake he made. He got to close. He got attached and fell for a girl he never meant to befriend. He fell for you in more than one way. He fell into a friendship with you and then in love with his best friend. Now the pain in his chest and the twisted feeling in his gut is making him regret talking to you in the first place.

Tags: @xicarcalii @dacremontgomerylover @annoyingbitxhass @super-strange-sons

#billy hargrove #billy x reader #billy hargrove fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fandom #angst #mercy #billy hargrove x reader #dacre montgomery

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Christmas Suprise

Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Couple: Reader x Thomas

Rating: Cute/fluff

You have been dating Thomas for a while now and you had both just taken another step in your relationship when he had asked you to move in with him. You had never felt happier and with Christmas right around the corner you were ecstatic that you would be spending it with the one you love. Christmas was your favourite holiday and you had already prepared everything from decorations to food and even a perfect gift you were sure Thomas would love. As you were decorating the tree you hear the front door being unlocked, signalling that Thomas was home from work "Baby i'm home, where are you?"

"I'm in here!" you call back.

"Wow you've really made our apartment look festive, I can't believe you were able to do this all by yourself! Sorry I wasn't able to be around to help."

"It's okay Tommy I know how stressful work is and I love Christmas so it's no bother" He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"You're the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for" he says as he nuzzles his face into your neck "So what does my gorgeous girlfriend want for Christmas this year?"

You had no reason to think over Thomas's question, as you already knew exactly what you wanted. You turned to face him and smiled at his adorable face "All I want for Christmas is you!"

He chuckles at your request "But baby you've already got me"

You smile back at him, snuggling into his chest "I know! Then I don't need anything because everything I've ever wanted is right here in front of me" You look back up into his eyes and he pulls you into a tender kiss and you knew in your heart this is the happiest you have ever felt.

Time skip- Christmas eve.

You had been preparing most of the Christmas dinner, to be sure it was ready for the next day, making it easier to cook. You had moved all of your presents under the tree and had just gotten out of the shower and into your new comfy Christmas pyjamas ready for a night of cuddles and watching films with Thomas. You sat on the sofa, flicking through the Christmas films on Netflix waiting for Thomas to come home from work. He was a little late, but you didn't mind as you knew how stressful his job was and being a famous actor wasn't easy. You settled on watching Love Actually, it had always been your favourite Christmas film and you loved admiring Thomas and how cute he was as a child. You got to thinking about how cute yours and Thomas's children would be, hoping that they would look a lot like him, as he was so damn adorable. Your phone started to ring, startling you and interrupting your fantasy about your future life with Thomas. It was an unknown number "Hello?"

"Hey babe, it's just me. I'm really sorry, I know I promised you that i'd be home for Christmas but work is really hectic and they won't let me leave! I'm so sorry love please don't be mad at me?"

Your mood instantly changed and your previous smile faltered "Are you sure there's no way for you to come home?" you inquired, desperate to not have to spend Christmas alone.

"Yeah love, i'm really sorry, I promise i'll make it up to you!"

You didn't want to make a scene or cause Thomas to feel guilty, so you played it off as no big deal "Okay sure, it's no problem. Don't work too hard."

"Okay baby, i'll ring you later, I've got to go. I love you, bye." He ended the call and you were left sitting there, in your apartment feeling empty and alone. Tears began streaming down your face, as the reality that you wouldn't be able to spend your favourite holiday with the one you love sunk in. You made your way upstairs and curled up under the cold covers of your vacant bed, missing the loving touch of your boyfriend.

You woke up the next day, feeling even crappier than the night before. You had overslept and it was already 1 o'clock. You decided to ring up your parents to see if you could head over to theirs earlier, seeing as you had no other plans for the day. You began to get yourself ready, wearing your new red silk underwear and red velvet dress, trying to get into the Christmas spirit, but ending up feeling even more depressed knowing you couldn't show it off to Thomas- the person you had bought it all for. You finished up your makeup and headed out the door, not bothering to glance over at the unopened presents under the tree, knowing full well that it would only worsen your mood. After several hours of drinking and celebrating with your family, you decided it was time to head home- although you weren't too pleased to go back to your vacant apartment, you didn't want to intrude on your parents plans. Each step you took towards your apartment door, caused your heart to ache, knowing that you would once again be left alone. You sighed before opening the door, not bearing to face the dark emptiness of your apartment, but you were instantly taken aback by what you saw. A full Christmas dinner was sat on the dinning table, waiting to be eaten. Candles were placed all around the apartment and a trail of rose petals led to the bedroom. You walked further into the apartment, anticipating what you had yet to see. This was the greatest surprise of all. Thomas was sat under the Christmas tree, a ribbon placed on top of his head, wearing nothing but santa boxers and fluffy socks "Merry Christmas!" he cheered.

Tears started flowing down your cheeks and Thomas's grin instantly faltered, a look of concern plastered on his face "Love what's wrong?" He made his way towards you.

"Nothing's wrong. This is perfect! But how can you be here? I thought you had work?!" You playfully hit him on the arm.

"I did, but I knew I couldn't leave you alone on Christmas, especially when I promised you that I would be your gift. He smirks at you and leads you over to the dinning room “you hungry?”

“Starving!” You grin at him, finally filled with festive cheer.

After an amazing Christmas dinner, cooked by your very talented boyfriend, you made your way over to the tree to open the presents. Thomas’s reaction to the limited edition model millennium falcon you managed to snag him was priceless. You had never seen such shock and amazement on his face before, which causes you to giggle. Just as you finished unwrapping your last gift off Thomas, you look up to hug him, thanking him for such amazing gifts but instantly stop in your tracks. You were not expecting this and you were left completely speechless and frozen in place, unaware if you were dreaming or if what you were seeing was reality.

Thomas was knelt down on one knee, a small silver box in his hand, which contained the most spectacular, breathtaking ring inside. You blinked a couple of times, to be sure this was truly happening. Thomas takes a deep breathe, before looking into your eyes, a serious expression on his face.

“Y/N, you have made me the happiest man in the world. I have nothing but amazing memories of our time together and I cherish each and every one of them. I honestly can not imagine my life without you and I hope that you feel the same. So I guess what i’m saying is... Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You take a moment to process what has just happened, still too shocked to be able to function. You realised how long you were taking to answer when Thomas shifted uncomfortably, a worried look in his eye.

You jumped on him, pushing him to the ground and straddling him, wrapping your arms around his neck “Oh my gosh Tommy of course! 1 million times Yes!!” He pulls you into a tender kiss, both of you smiling uncontrollably. You both finally pull away and he places the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly and looked even more beautiful now it was on your finger.

“Now how about we make this Christmas even more special by heading to the bedroom for your last surprise” Thomas smirks at you, a lustful glint in his eye.

“That sounds perfect, Mr.Sangster”

He picks you up bridal style and walks towards the bedroom “This way Mrs.Sangster”

You blush at the use of the name and smile in content. Christmas really was your favourite holiday season.

Note: I hope you guys liked it! I wrote this really quickly because I totally forgot I promised to do a Christmas special, so don’t hate on it too much. Once again I’d just like to say how much I appreciate all the support, i love you guys so much (you da best!) and also I just wanted to wish you all MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! <3

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A critical dissection of the latest news (excuses) from Teets Talkarico

Quoted words are his, straight from his Atari Age ego thread, of course. Comments are mine, in bold italics. This might be long.

UI video will be a live stream. We were scheduled to do it this week in the office (the official office internet & servers were just completed and installed/finalized last week)... then the California lockdown started on Monday making it against the law to assemble in our new building. We were also thinking of getting @Starpaddler and his AWARD WINNING wife to come down between now and Christmas (and to video them seeing and playing the machine for the first time, etc.). Some may cry foul and try to say I'm stalling. For those folks... get your head out of your asses and read the news.

Yeah, you’re stalling. Learn how to ship.

We've shown a working machine with controllers publicly since the beginning of 2020. We've shown an early version of our UI over a year and a half ago. Ask John Riggs, Metal Jesus, Smash JT, Michael Pachter and oh yeah... Walmart, Gamestop, Koch media, Best Buy, Amazon, Argos, Media Mrkt, Saturn, EB Games, etc. Just wondering if anyone out there thinks we didn't show the machine working over a year ago when we took our first 100,000 purchase orders without breaking a sweat. Wondering if people out there think we were able to secure a $150 MILLION manufacturing line of credit with smoke & mirrors. Please. To those folks, spare us the drama and stupidity at this point

We can’t ask them. You made them sign an NDA, remember? We say your “early UI” with the self-beheading robot thing that has chicken drumsticks for legs.

Now Tommy is up to a $150 million line of credit? And claims to be small time? hahahahaha

All that has been shown to this point are a few shovelware-ready Android freemium games and some hand models, with two controllers that don’t even match.

E3 - June, 2019 was to SHOW buyers the system behind closed doors for the first time. We knocked it out of the park and achieved every goal we set out to. We've hired at least 30+ new people since then. Funny that people would think we're going backwards over a year a half.

Yeah, you hyped the fuck out of showing it off at E3 then psyched everyone by saying it wasn't public and wouldn't be public. That probably pissed a bunch of people off to hear you hype it up for over a month then tell them to fuck off when they wanted to see.

We don't know what these "goals" are either. the goal could be "seduce suckers and get their money" for all we know.

You ARE going backwards, or if you're moving forward, it's at a snail's pace that means you're going to have to ultimately delay a year or more.

We decide when we show things based on when it's best for US.... not some angry obsessed handful of hater trolls demanding that we show certain things or else the whole thing is a scam. Besides, we already know they will all be first in line to buy Amico so they can complain about it some more.

It's easy. just shut the farkle up and don't promise things your ass can't deliver, don't tease things you don't have, and don't show things off before they're ready. Don't brag about things then get mad when people ask for proof.

I think for our family audience, you aren't in the minority at all. When we ask families which one they would most likely play... it's always mini-golf over regular golf. Those stats go down when the age demographic is raised. Especially over 60+.

The idea of people being able to affect the spin of the windmill, etc. is EXACTLY the type of unique and simple gameplay that makes us so different (especially with our controllers).

So let me just give a big...

WOULDN'T THAT BE SOMETHING?™

Yeah when I played miniature golf, your friend/sibling fucking with the course hazards are what we used to call "cheating."

And what do the controllers have to do with affecting gameplay elements? He just threw that in for no reason. Maybe don't tout product you don't have, and don't stoke the hype-fires when you don't have anything to burn in them.

Wouldn't THAT be something?

His excuse to not show off the UI is hilarious. I guess he doesn't have internet at home. If you think about it, it makes no sense.

I've been mentioning for a few months that everything would need to be finalized by the end of January at the latest, that way we could at least crank out the Founder's Editions before China shuts down for the Chinese New Year (February 12 - 26). Takes a month to ship via boat and then time at customs. Then shipping out to everyone individually. So end of January to get in Founders hands by beginning of April. Another option is to wait until the beginning of March and then airship the 2,600 Founders units to the U.S. A lot more expensive and completely eats away any profit margin we would have had (we would probably even lose money), but a decision that I'm willing to make for the Founders if possible.

He's setting up the failposts(tm) and is getting ready to kick the failball through them and admit he has to delay another 6 months after April.

Isn't he a swell guy for losing money on getting the flounders editions out? WE DID EVERYTHING WE COULD. Even if he does that it means he is delaying, because it will take another 2 months to get them to everyone else, which is June.

But it really comes down to the ability to get each and every part required. We have started ordering long lead time components (last month) and are starting to see potential backed up parts/component issues starting to crop up and our team is figuring out work arounds.

Bahaha long lead time parts were ordered last month?!? What the blue sky is this astrosmasher smoking? He's screwed and he knows it. Long lead time parts should've been ordered literally 3 to 9 months ago. And he KNOWS THIS. Anyone that has worked in this industry knows this. The chip manufacturers tell you this. It takes a while to actually manufacture chips, and if you're buying a lot of something (10K+) generally there isn't enough stock on hand and they actually have to produce them for you which takes 2 months or so, possibly a bit longer.

Again, I gotta stress that things in manufacturing (at least for us smaller guys) are literally changing from week to week. If we are experiencing lockdowns here in the U.S. what do you think China is going through? The press/media doesn't cover that much.

This is bullshit. You set your manufacturing contracts up months in advance. You KNOW when the factory will be ready to work on your stuff, and you coordinate buying stock and handling lead times so it all lines up. Your part suppliers will know what lead times are, that's what they are for.

Typically you're planning your product production 4-6 months out, contacting suppliers with the big things (processors, memory, power chips... things that are only made by one company or maybe two) and getting pricing and lead times and even possibly getting preliminary orders in.

Also, china's back up to full production. The media don't cover it because most Americans aren’t working to get electronics mass produced in China.

But ask yourself why Sony, Microsoft & Nintendo are lacking the supply they need.

Because they are not incompetent.

The hundreds of components and parts we have in Amico are made ALL over China. Not just in one factory. The manufacturing plant (Ark) makes some, but not things like the Qualcomm Snapdragon chip. So if just one of the hundreds of components has a delay (and are unable to get it elsewhere), you can imagine the chain reaction it has on everything down the line.

The only things in his footbath that are proprietary enough to get screwed on will be the SOC, MAYBE some memory (usually there's several suppliers for this), and power chips if he's using some higher end regulators with multiple outputs or whatever. The rest is all commodity garbage and he should be able to get that stuff from a dozen vendors.

Also the plastics of course but you have 100% full control over plastics and other incidentals like metal contacts.

YOU are producing it, so you have full control.

All we can do is keep working super hard and hope things fall into place. The latest California lockdowns that started this 0week and will go to the end of the year were devastating for sure. We planned on moving the entire team into the new building in December.

Sooooo ... work from home? Tommy is just setting up another delay and blaming it on COVID-19.

That being said, we are doing the best we can considering the circumstances and as always, I'm being as transparent as I possible can considering the challenges and always changing landscape from week to week. If we need to push it out a few months, we would know that information probably by the middle or end of January.

As transparent as a funhouse mirror. This is him saying right now that he’s going to delay. He knows NOW that he’s screwed.

I'm totally okay with giving as many updates as possible as they come in. Right now we're working hard on getting everything completed over the next month via video. Not very efficient when you need to test couch co-op games as well!

Out of the 3,948,739,834 people he has hired, he doesn't have ANY testers?

And why does it take this long to make a stupid video? It takes that long to photoshop Amico controllers into every frame of the stock video, replacing the PS4 controllers?

A big article about the video game industry and Loot Boxes came out today in the Los Angeles Times (one of the biggest newspapers in the entire county) which I was quoted. Positive vibes for Intellivision!

There's him taking credit for that. Why would they ask him anything about it? he hasn't probably ever played a game that even has a loot box, or know anyone that does/has. He's just a loudmouth pushing a footbath.

It costs this much to make an Intellivision Amico game:

Depending on the project. Could be anywhere from $50,000 - $250,000. I'd say the average is around $100K - $125K.

Too bad he won’t use completed indie games! Oh, wait ...

I'm amazed Tommy even knows about loot boxes. They became a big deal after 2005, and that's where his knowledge mysteriously ends.

TO SUM UP

Tommy has shown that he never had, and still doesn't have, the first clue what the hell he thinks he's doing.

Tommy cannot, will not, and ain't gonna have product to ship in April, or most likely the first , second or third quarter of next year.

Tommy continues to be a colossal, exaggerating, self-aggrandizing ass clown who can't tell the difference between the truth and his heavily dyed haircut which is that stupid lookin' lump three feet above his ass.

Tommy's entire exercise to date has proven to be nothing but an excuse to stroke his manchild ego.

Tommy knows zilch about producing anything in china in volume, let alone anything electronics.

When all is done, Tommy is going to make the Ataribox look like a brilliantly executed rollout performed with military precision.

#scampaign #footbath #delays #excuses #blaming #whining #hi tommy #i know you read this #dead on arrival #incompetent

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Motels Won’t Cut It Anymore

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Chapter fifteen: Make Me Wanna Scream

“I have to do something, I have to go to her!” You were struggling in Sam’s arms, trying to get by him to the garage. You had to go to Texas, to check on Mica and figure out what the hell was going on. After explaining about Mica’s call to the brothers, you’d gone to your room to pack, and then headed out to the garage, only to find them waiting for you.

“You can’t!” Sam had raised his voice, trying to get through to you, but you refused to listen. “You can’t go there! Someone will definitely be watching Mica’s house, waiting for you to show up.” Dean walked up beside Sam, catching your eyes.

“Look, they found out you two care about each other. I guarantee they have people watching her house, who will know the second you show up at her doorstep.”

“You don’t get it,” you hissed. “If she gets hurt because of me, because my family is looking for me…” you trailed off.

“You still can’t go.” You felt a burning feeling in your eyes but held back for all you were worth. You didn’t want to cry infront of them, not now, but your couldn’t help it, the tears started streaming down your cheeks without your permission and you thrashed in Sam’s arms, trying to get loose. His grip didn’t let up one bit, and eventually you sagged into a heap. The sobs tore through you, your mind imagining the most horrible things happening to Mica. Sam held you up, not restraining you now, but instead trying to comfort you.

After a few minutes you pulled yourself together and stood facing the brothers. Your voice was cracked and shaky when you spoke.

“Look, I get that it’s dangerous, but I don’t have a choice. She’s… She’s the one I relied on after I left Sweden, she’s the one who picked me up from my dark places. Something was wrong when she called, and I have to check on her.”

“It’s not that simple, Y/N,” Dean said. “If your family really is looking for you, it could mean their operation is still up and running, that they never stopped trading and dealing with monsters.”

“You don’t think I understand that?” You looked at them incredulously. “What I want is to make sure Mica isn’t dragged into this in any way.”

“Not happening. Besides, even if you do show up there it doesn’t mean she won’t get hurt. Staying away could actually keep her alive for longer.” Dean wasn’t letting up. What made him think he could decide what you could do? Yes, he and Sam saved your life, and let you stay with them. You knew they were trying to keep you safe, but this seemed a bit over-the-top for someone they had just met.

“Why are you so fucking stubborn and intent on keeping me here?”

“Are you serious?” Dean looked pissed. “I’m trying to keep you out of this, to keep you safe! You don’t know what kind of situation you’d be walking into, you could get hurt, bad.”

Hearing him say that and seeing his face made you flash back to what Sam had told you last night. “Me and Dean have seen too many people die, and with you we saw an opportunity we don’t get very often.” He really just didn’t want to see you get hurt.

“I’m sorry.” You picked your bag up off the floor where you’d dropped it, and walked back to your room.

You sat on your bed, feeling dejected, hopeless. Mica had helped you through so much, and now, when she needed you the most, you couldn’t help her. If anything happened to her because Dean wouldn’t let you go… But you could see his point. She could end up hurt even if you did go to Texas, there was no guarantee your family would spare her life. At his outburst you’d realised how Dean felt but you couldn’t understand it, despite Sam explaining.

A knock on your door brought you out if your own head, and you called out that it was open. Not so surprisingly, it was Sam. He came in and sat in the armchair again. Both of you stayed silent for a while, Sam simply watching you while you stared at the floor. When he finally spoke, he asked you a question.

“You and Mica… You were more than friends, weren’t you?”

“How do you figure?”

“Mostly your reaction when we refused to let you go see her.” A dry laugh left you in a huff and you looked up from the floor to meet his eyes.

“So because I shed a few tears you assume we loved each other? Newsflash, friends can be that close too.”

“Not just a few tears, Y/N. You broke apart, you were full on sobbing.” You turned away from him again.

“Yes, we were more than friends,” you said in a low voice. Sam was quiet, waiting for you to continue. Despite your best efforts, tears started slipping down your face. “I fell in love with her, and I guess she loved me too, in her own way. She brought me happiness after my sister died.”

“You said you didn’t part on good terms.” It wasn’t a question.

“We didn’t.” You wiped a hand across your face. “We travelled together for a long time, over a year. We worked odd jobs, never stayed in one place for long. I was happy, and I think she was too. But then we went to Texas, and she found her life there. Time passed, longer than we usually stayed in one place. We’d drifted apart before we even got there, and when I wanted to leave she broke the news that she’d found something she wanted to keep, and had decided to stay.”

“She found someone else.” Again, no question.

“Yeah… I never blamed her, but I couldn’t stay there when I couldn’t be with her. It didn’t feel right. So I left, and a few months later I ended up in Oregon.”

Sam didn’t seem to have anything to say to all that, which was good. You didn’t want to hear how sorry he was, or that it was unfair, because it wasn’t. Mica hadn’t done anything wrong, and neither had you. You still loved her, but you’d left any and all possibilities behind you. She was happy, you knew that. You also knew that you would always be there for each other, which was what made this so hard.

“Why do you ask, Sam? Problem solved, I’m not going anywhere, so why do you care?” You tried to sound as non-accusing as possible and looked back at him. He thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know, I just do.” Simple words, but they meant so much. The concern that had shown on his face during your story made all sorts of feelings bubble up in your chest.

“Thank you for that, Sam.” He didn’t answer, just gave you a smile.

After Sam left you tried to relax and listen to music. Hours passed, and you just laid on your bed. There was nothing left for you to do at this point. You hadn’t eaten in hours, since this morning actually, and you were starting to really feel it at this point. When afternoon became evening you couldn’t wait any longer and dragged yourself out of your room to get some food.

Just as you were rounding a corner you heard Sam and Dean’s voices coming from what had to be the kitchen. Of course. The last time you eavesdropped on them you learned something you wished you hadn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning against the wall to listen. It was apparently going to become a habit.

“-times do I have to say it, Sam, we can’t go!”

“You don’t get it Dean, Mica meant everything to Y/N back then, probably still now. She has to find out what’s going on.”

“It’s probably nothing. We put Tommy on it, and he got jack. Mica was at home, business as usual, there wasn’t anything there to suggest she was in danger.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s nothing, she could be under threat, being told to act normal until Y/N shows up.” “All the more reason not to go!”

“Look, we sent Tommy there, he found nothing. I think we should check it out. Better we go with her than Y/N sneaking off herself.”

“Why are you so eager to do what she wants all of a sudden?”

“It’s the right thing to do, Dean!”

“No, no, the right thing to do is to keep her out of this. If her family gets to her she will be right in the middle of it.”

“Not necessarily.”

“So, what? You think we can keep her safe from them? The Ritchies? For all we know they could be worse than the Stynes! We don’t know what kind of deals they’ve made with the heads of the bigger monster families. Remember Chicago? Fuckin’ monster mob, and with someone like Y/N’s dad to lead them…”

“It could lead to an uprising… Dick Roman all over again, only more blood, less corn syrup…”

“Exactly.”

It was silent for a while.

“There’s still no guarantee that there’s nothing going on with Mica, Dean.”

“Back to this?” “Yes, back to this! Y/N damn near swore up and down that Mica would never call her unless there was something serious going on, much less to see if they could meet up on the road.”

More silence.

“Why are you so persistent about Y/N not going there?”

“Because I can’t see another person we’re responsible for die! I can’t handle another Charlie, Sam!”

“… This is nothing like what happened with Charlie.”

“Yeah, you’re right, because she’s not going and neither are we.”

“Okay consider this; this could be our one chance to take down the Ritchie family for good. Obviously last time was a hoax. This time we can make sure. And them looking for Y/N could mean they’re cooking up something big, which we need to stop either way.”

This time it was quiet for so long you decided to interrupt and make your presence known. You walked around the corner and into the kitchen.

“If you two are done with your pissing contest, I have a suggestion.”

@bookchic20

Note: To @CarryOnMySwanSong/mychronicillnessblog, I couldn’t fix the tag, and I’m sorry about that. I couldn’t send you a message either :/ . Hope you’ll like this chapter though! :D HUGS TO ALL MY READERS YOU ARE THE BEST!

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