#samual pines

[that-ghosts-art]

I drafted this post months ago but kept forgetting about it so what better time to post it then now haha, the most recent chapter of Alcor the Dreambender’s Infinite Bed and Breakfast got me wanting to bite something >:3

#art #my art #transcendence au #tau #fernando flores #samual pines #atdibab #I am once again going insane over this fic #scheduling this so I’m not posting everything all at once haha ^-^ #TAUathon

[samthemarvelfan]

I Won’t Say: Chapter Six

-It’s Always Calm Before A Storm-

Summary: Ellaria Stark is the daughter of a king. When she is unwittingly betrothed to the King of a neighboring city, she isn’t sure how to feel. More importantly, she isn’t sure how the King will feel if he finds out the truth about her.

Pairing: James Barnes x OFC, Ellaria Stark. (Stark!Reader.)

Warnings: Royal!AU, Angst, Jealously, Fluff, mutual pining

A/N: Wow! Everything seems to be heading in the right direction! What could possibly go wrong? ...>:) taglist is open!

Your eyes slowly flutter open. The clamminess of your skin apparent immediately upon touching your forehead.

“Thank God, be still your highness.” Natasha says, crouching next to you.

“Nat? W-what happened?” You slur.

She fetched you water from your pitcher, and handed you the glass as you sat up.

“This happened,” she held the parchment out. “You took one look at this and fainted.”

You looked at the crumpled mass in her hand, fear shooting through you.

“Ellaria, what is this about?” She asked sternly.

You swallowed the water, before slowly shaking your head. “I don’t know. Someone doesn’t want me here, only this time they’ve managed to get into my room.”

“This time?” She asked angrily, “Someone’s threatened you this way before?”

You shook your head, “Not exactly this way, but I’ve been warned that my presence here is less than ideal.”

Nat stood abruptly, “We must tell the King.”

“No!” You should, jumping up to stop her. You stumbled slightly, but grab Natasha’s hand. “Do not tell the King. I beg of you.”

She looks perturbed, “Ellaria, this is a bold threat made against you. Whoever this is clearly isn’t going to stop!”

You hesitate, biting your cheek so hard you taste copper. “Please...” you beg.

Nat’s face softens when she sees the tears in your eyes. “Why? Why would you want to hide this from him?”

The urge to confess your truth is overwhelming. This burden has made your mind much more fragile than you’d thought, but the you think of the consequences. Bringing Natasha into this mess would be completely irresponsible.

“I...I can’t.” You say, the words thick with shame.

She hesitates, but takes pity. “From now on, you go no where alone. I will do a sweep of the room nightly. You trust no one, Ellaria. Not even me.”

You nod, grateful for her friendship. “Thank you, Nat. When the time is right I will tell him. You have my word.”

Concern paints her face, but she moves on. “Is it decided then? Is this to be your dress for the ball?”

You nearly forgotten about the lavish garment. Taking a final glance at yourself in the mirror, you nod. “Yes, I believe it is”

The warm sun improved your mood as you sketch in the gardens. Silly little drawings of flowers your eye caught, or landscapes you’d invented in your imagination.

One you’d been working on was a sketch of the Barnes sigil. Getting the details just right we’re important to you; you wanted to honor your future house.

“Princess.”

You’re startled gaze looked up to find James. He’s smiling proudly, glancing at your parchment. “Your highness.” You stand and curtsy.

James smiled at you softly, “You’re quite talented, Ellaria. That’s beautifully done.” He gestured to the sigil you’d been drawing.

A small heat rose to your face, “T-Thank you, your highness.”

He chuckled, and the sound of it makes your stomach flutter. You wondered if that’s the first time you’d heard him laugh.

“No need to be shy about your gift, my mother drew as well.”

You smiled softly at him, “I’m sure she was quite the talent herself.”

James sighed, and nodded. “Indeed she was. She painted as well, my Father displayed her work proudly in his study.”

The way he spoke broke your heart. “James,” you called to him. His gaze rests upon yours once more, “I know I haven’t said this, but I am truly sorry for your pain. The loss you feel...I wish I could heal you of it.”

The King looks almost take aback by your words. You watch as the tears prickle his eyes, as quickly as they come, he blinks them away.

He reached out to you, stroking your cheek gently, “You’ve helped more than you know, Princess. I hope one day to show you just how much.”

You smile and lean into his touch. His hand is large and warm and yet, you’re skin is covered in goosebumps. The spark lit within you sends heat through your body.

“I was hoping too—“

“Your Majesty...” a voice you hadn’t heard before interrupted.

Bucky let out a long breath. “Yes, Peter. What is it?”

“Oh, sorry for the interruption, your highness...es.” He apologized awkwardly.

You can’t help but laugh. This boy is a squire by the looks of it, and young, too. “Get on with it, boy.” James said, obviously annoyed.

“Oh, um. Sir Sitwell is here for your meeting. You said I should announce him.”

The King rubbed his eye with his thumb and forefinger. “Thank you, Peter. You may go find Sam.”

Peter smiled proudly as he bowed to the two of you, taking his leave.

“I’m sorry about that.” James said.

You laughed, “He’s just a boy eager to please his King.”

He looked at you contently, “That heart of yours will be the end of me, won’t it?”

“Perhaps it will be the beginning?” You quipped flirtatiously.

You watched a small blush rise to the King’s face, then he clears his throat. “I must go. Jasper heads the battalion watching the boarders. He may have information about how our perimeters were infiltrated.”

“Should we be worried?”

He shakes his head, “No. Our troops are patrolling the grounds 24/7. No one will get in without my knowledge.”

You nod. “Alright.”

James bent and lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Princess. I will be thinking of you fondly.

James’ heart warmed as he walked to his meeting. He’s growing more and more attached to you as time goes on. He has tried to keep his distance, but you’re becoming more irresistible with each passing day.

He adores your fire. Your unyielding heart and innate desire to protect those who cannot protect themselves. He didn’t think such women existed.

You’re beauty is beyond compare. The way you smile, your eyes, your skin—so soft and supple and so obviously craving touch.

Or maybe that was him.

It’s getting nearly impossible to hide his desire for you any longer. The nights he’d pleasure himself to the thought of you were coming far too frequently and he needed something more.

He needed you.

When the doors to the meeting chamber opened, Steve and Sam were there, as was Sir Sitwell.

“My King.” Jasper bowed.

“Jasper, my friend. How are you?”

He nodded, “Weary, but I will do what is necessary to keep our country safe.”

“What have you learned? How is it my city’s walls were pervaded in the first place?” James asked seriously.

Jasper shook his head, “Were not sure yet, your highness. We’re looking for possible traitors to the crown. I believe it maybe a case of treason.”

“Now hold on—“

“Treason?”

Steve and Sam say in unison.

“Those are serious accusations, Sir Sitwell. Have you any evidence?” Steve asks aggressively.

James merely watched the interaction, ready to jump in if needed.

“The only evidence I have is no evidence. Which is odd don’t you think? Considering this was an attack of impressive proportions. How is it these men got in without being noticed?” Sitwell queried.

Sam spoke next, “Steve, he has a point. The only way an attack of this scale could have happened was with help from within Buchanan’s walls.”

“So what is it that you suggest, Samual? We interrogate every knight, soldier and citizen?” Steve shouts.

“Enough!” James commands.

The room fell silent. “Sir Sitwell, you will mount an inquiry throughout  the foot soldiers and find the traitor. Once you find them they will be charged with treason.”

Jasper stood, “Will that be all, You Majesty?”

“Yes.” James said curtly.

When Sitwell took his leave, Sam moved to stand by the King.

“Do you really trust that man?” He asks.

The King scoffed, “Not as far as I could throw him.”

“What do we do?” Steve asked.

“Keep an eye on Sitwell. Sam, you have friends in his troop?”

Sam nodded, “I do.”

The King clapped Sam’s shoulder, “Put them to good use, my friend. Steve?”

“Sir?”

James looked at his friend, “Keep Ellaria safe. By any means necessary.”

The rest of the afternoon was long. You’d met with several people to make final decisions for the engagement ball this coming weekend. The decor, the food, the music. All of which you’d have to do yet again for the wedding.

You’d finally gotten a moment of peace to yourself, and were sitting beneath the apple tree in the North part of the gardens. 

“Thank you for this, it’s delicious!” You say happily to the cook. She brought your favorite treat to you; a chocolate tart.

“It is my pleasure, your highness. I’ll take my leave, if you require anything else from me, please do not hesitate.”

The smell was divine. Buttery crust, rich, smooth and supple chocolate ganache filling. Your mouth was simply watering!

As you were about to take your first bite, a knock on the terrace door interrupted you.

“Princess? May we speak for a moment?”

Sharon. You gripe internally.

A small sigh escaped you, “Yes Miss Carter, of course.”

She smiled proudly, “I didn’t mean to disturb your peaceful afternoon.”

Oh, I’m sure you didn’t. You think.

“I just...well, I cant help but feel this tension between us. I wish to mend it. James is one of my closest friends, and I wish for nothing more than his happiness.”

You nod, “As do I.”

She continued, “I was hoping to be amicable. If you do not wish to befriend me, the fault is my own for being so judgmental when we first met. I simply hope to show I am willing to put aside out first meeting for the King’s sake.”

A moment of validation hits you. You had been right to assume her intentions weren’t as pure as she’d hoped you’d believe. 

“Thank you, Sharon. I must admit, I was quite overwhelmed those first few weeks, and with my wedding in just under 2, I’m beginning to become strained.”

Her hand touches your for a moment, “If there’s anything I can do to help, I shall.”

You glance at your touching hands, the feeling of disgust washing over you. “If something comes up, you will be the person on whom I rely.” You said, hoping appeasing her will end this awkward conversation. 

“That is all I ask, your highness. To be of service to the crown, and ensure my Kings happiness.”

You quirk an eyebrow, “But he isn't your King...is he? You're a citizen of Shieldian, are you not?”

Sharon’s eyes flash a tone of irritation, “Yes, but while I am here, my King he shall be.”

She scoots her chair out, standing to straighten her dress. “I do look forward to the wedding. The children of two such noble houses joining is quite the auspicious event. Enjoy your evening, Princess.”

The evening air was crisp as it blew through your open windows. 

Nat had thoroughly checked every inch of your quarters before allowing you inside. You’re starting to get the feeling she isn’t just a simple hand maiden after all.

A soft rap at your door pulls you from your daydreams. 

“Who is it?” You shout.

“Me.” A simple reply, but it was no matter, you knew his voice. You ran through to the door and swung it open.

“You majesty,” You breath.

“May I come in?” James asks. You nod, stepping aside for him.

“Is everything alright?” you ask. The memories of the last time he was in your quarters began haunting your mind.

James nodded, “I--I just wanted to see you. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

A panic rose within you. Natasha wouldn’t tell him, surely...would she? you think to yourself.

“I haven’t been entirely honest, Ellaria. There are things happening, things even I do not understand.” James stepped forward, taking your hands in his. “But no matter how hard I try to focus on myself, my city or my people, all I worry about is you.”

Heat rushed your cheeks, “James...I am safe. You have kept me so.”

This moment--this intimate moment between the two of you is unlike any other encounter you’ve had before.

James rests his forehead on yours, “I will do so, always.” 

You glance up at him through your lashes, flitting your eyes from his to his lips--which are inches from yours.

You want nothing more than to kiss him, to show him how much you’ve grown to want him. He brushes his lips against yours for a moment, and your unsure if its intentional. 

James hand cups your cheek, “I long for these moments, Princess.”

You swallow hard, “As do I.”

It seems to take all the strength the King can muster, but he steps away. “Sleep well, I know I shall.” James kissed you hand, leaving the patch of skin burning for more.

When the King is gone and you’re back safely tucked in bed, the realization hits you suddenly...

You have fallen in love with James Barnes.

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[katahnisharma]

the press tour [9] | t.h.

Word Count: 5.4 K

Warnings: lmaoo I cannot write choreography

Summary: You’re a new, inexperienced actress plucked from the obscurity of everyday life to play the lead in the reboot of a famous British Jane Austen novel, and Tom Holland just so happens to be playing your love interest.

A/N: Here it is, the Lip Sync Chapter, sorry it took so long! I may be taking a break next week because school is starting, but we’ll see. Also Tumblr apparently won’t let me link things so if you’re looking for my masterlist, playlist, taglist (closed), or writing challenge it’s in my bio ♡

“Y/N! Come on, get up!” Someone threw a pillow and it landed on your head. You startled awake, groaning when the curtains were pulled back. Bailey was standing by your bed, ripping the covers from your body. You winced at the contact with the cool air, and nearly screamed when you realized there were multiple people standing in your bedroom.

“Oh my god! Why are there people in my room?” You squeaked, drawing the covers up to your chest self consciously. You were wearing clothes, but you suddenly felt very naked. Bailey sighed, sitting down next to you.

“Y/N, it’s Lip Sync Battle day. D-day remember?” She said, and then it dawned on you. Today was the day. Your eyes widened, as you remembered the million things you needed to do.

“Crap, I was supposed to get up early to get ready. What time is it, where are my clothes?” You sat up frantically, ignoring Bailey’s eyes rolling at you. The group of people were situated around the foot of your bed, assessing you and whispering to each other.

“That’s what they’re here for. They’re going to help you get ready, do your makeup and everything.” Bailey said, and one of the women came forward with your first outfit. It was a sparkly rainbow jumpsuit, with a pair of butterfly heels. You had been very careful to pick a pair of shoes that looked good but were also comfortable since you were going to be dancing for a while.

“Shall we start, ma’am?” The woman asked, signalling to her team to start unpacking their equipment. You nodded silently, not sure what else to say. The crew kicked into high gear, rushing around with cases of makeup and hair products. One woman brought out a short blonde wig and handed it to you. Bailey got up and patted your shoulder.

“I’ll wait outside. You’ve got three hours.”

Tom hadn’t slept a wink all night. He was preoccupied with thoughts of you. Everytime he tried to sleep, Tom began to dream of you. He’d wake up and then you were gone, as though it was a mirage. It was driving him mad.

“All good in here?” Harrison called, sticking his head into the room. Tom was putting on his flannel and his brown tassel jacket. Sure he looked ridiculous, but that was the point. Harrison wandered in and took a long look at Tom.

“Wow, that’s some outfit.” He snickered, feeling one of the tassels. Tom rolled his eyes, not in the mood to snap back. He was tired and upset from the events of yesterday. David almost couldn’t get him to stop crying, it was like once he started the waterworks wouldn’t stop. He felt so idiotic, sitting there pining for you when he was the one who had screwed it all up in the first place. And now there were pictures of Adrian in jewelry stores, and it made him nervous. Maybe he was buying a ring to propose, it wouldn’t be unheard of. Tom wanted to throw something at the wall, anything to relieve the pain.

All he wanted was you. But he couldn’t have you, and it was his own fault.

“Fuck off.” Tom growled, pushing past him. Harrison frowned, watching Tom disappear into the bathroom and come back with a cowboy hat. If it had been under different circumstances, Harrison would have laughed. But after seeing the way Tom was, he decided against it.

“Mate, what’s wrong?” He asked while Tom stared at himself in the mirror. Tom closed his eyes, trying to calm down. But then he saw you and he blinked them open. God, he just couldn’t escape you.

“Nothing. It’s fine,” Tom whispered, wiping away a stray tear. Harrison came to stand behind him, turning Tom around. His eyes were red and Harrison could see the bags under his eyes. He looked like hell, and Harrison knew why.

“When are you just going to ask her?” Harrison asked, and Tom stormed past him. He stuffed his phone in his pocket, ignoring Harrison completely.

“Can we just leave, we’re going to be late?” Tom said, grabbing his bag. Samual was waiting outside with the car, and he was a stickler for punctuality. But Harrison knew his best friend was going through something, and he was going to find out what.

“For God’s sake Tom, just tell her what you saw. Tell her how you feel, before Adrian decides to take the next step!” Harrison pleaded, and Tom whirled around. He was seeing red, not for his friend, but for himself. Harrison was right, it was all on him to fix this. But he didn’t know how.

“I can’t, Haz! What am I going to say? I was looking at your phone and I never told you? Or how about this whole thing with Zendaya is fake, a publicity stunt so that I can get over you? And look how that’s worked out, because I’m still in love with you and you’re dating someone else? It’s over! I had my chance and I blew it, she’ll never forgive me!” Tom shouted, chucking his bag at the wall. Harrison sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Y/N deserves an explanation, whatever it is. You take her on a date, act cold, and then rebound with Zendaya? God knows what she must have thought, and I know she’s still upset because I’ve seen the tweets. You need to tell her something, I don’t care what it is. She’s my friend too.” Harrison finished, not really sure where all that had come from. He loved Tom, but he loved you too. It hurt him to see his best friends like this, when they should have all been together.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll talk to her today, after the show.” Tom said, and that was all he was going to say. Harrison followed him out of the house, trying to match his pace. But Tom was fast, wanting for the first time to get away from Harrison and his questions.

Because he was right. And that really bothered him.

“Well, I think you’re ready.” One of the makeup artists handed you a mirror, and you gasped.

Thank God Bailey had called them in, because there was no way you’d ever have been able to replicate anything close to this. Your skin was flawless, dusted with a light shade of pink glitter on your cheeks. Your eyelids were done in a blend of pink, scarlet, and orange, like a painted sunset. Thivya, the woman who did the majority of your makeup, had swatched your lips in a glinty soft pink, blended in with a bit of purple.

“Wow, it’s incredible! Thank you so much!” You squealed, tilting the mirror at different angles. With the sparkly jumpsuit and your butterfly heels, you definitely looked the part. For the first time in days, you began to feel much more confident. This was yours to win, you could feel it.

“All good in here?” Bailey asked, waltzing in with her clipboard. She stopped dead in her tracks, a whistle leaving her lips. You spun around, the sequins catching the light. The crew clapped a little, and Bailey took a video for your instagram.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go nail this thing!”

The stage was set, the lights were on, and you were sweating in your dressing room backstage. You had your crew with you, Bailey, Adrian, your mother whom you hadn’t seen in weeks, and it was the only thing keeping you sane. There were hundreds of people screaming your name not a hundred meters from you, and your nerves were kicking in.

“Hey, you’re going to do amazing.” Adrian said, taking your hand while you paced the room. You smiled at him, grateful for the support. You knew he had a project he was filming, and him coming to see you meant a lot. Your mother liked him too, which was obviously a plus. Bailey was talking to someone on the phone, waving her hands around like she was frazzled.

Which she was, but she’d never tell you that.

“Thanks, I’m just so nervous. I’ve never danced in front of so many people, not to mention the millions watching at home. And Tom was incredible last time, I don’t know how I’m going to compete with him.” You said, picking at your dress. Even now, you had no idea what songs he’d picked and it was making you frustrated. You had no idea what you were going up against.

“So? Tom may have won last time but there’s no guarantee he’ll do it again. You’ve been practicing for weeks, don’t sell yourself short.” Adrian replied, getting you to finally stop moving. Fidgeting was your defense mechanism, but you knew that if you wanted to do well you’d need to calm down. Your mother nodded, drinking her cup of coffee silently.

“He’s right, honey. You need to calm down, it’s going to be fine.” She said, putting the cup down. She crossed the room and came to stand in front of you. With a sigh, you melted into her arms, hugging her tightly. She still smelled like lavender, that perfume she’d worn since you were a kid.

“Y/N? Showtime, babe.” Bailey called, opening the door for you. Adrian gave you a hug, your mother joining in as you followed your assistant out the door and to the stage.

“Damn, that’s some outfit.” Zendaya laughed, dodging a water bottle Tom threw in her direction. Harrison chuckled too, stealing Tom’s cowboy hat and trying it on. As he had expected, the hat looked ridiculous on him too. Tom groaned, regretting asking his best friend and fake girlfriend to be his support group.

“Stop, you’re hurting my feelings.” He grumbled, taking the hat back and smoothing down his hair. Zendaya rolled her eyes, scrolling through her instagram as Harrison helped Tom with last minute adjustments. The actress looked up, a wicked smile on her face.

“Well, at least Lil Nas X will notice you this time. I mean, how could he not?” She giggled, taking a video for her story. Tom laughed, whirling around to flash a smile at the camera. Harrison was about to protest, saying that Lil Nas X was way too cool for Tom, when the door opened.

“Tom? You’re on in two minutes.” Samual said, poking his head in.

“Shit, how do I look?” Tom asked, feeling his old nerves return. He shouldn’t be this anxious, but he had no idea what you had planned. Sure, Tom had won the battle before, but everyone loves an underdog.

And you were a really pretty one.

“Stupid, but that was already a given.” Zendaya said, and Tom flipped her off. Harrison took a look and felt confident that Tom looked as good as he was going to.

“You’re fine, just go out there and do your best. And don’t forget to talk to Y/N after, I mean it. “ Harrison said, straightening the hat a little. Tom nodded, smoothing down his tan leather jacket. Zendaya looked up from her phone, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“What are you going to say?” she asked, looking confused.

“I’m going to apologize for everything, it wasn’t fair to her. I won’t tell her about this obviously, but she deserves an explanation.” Tom said, and Zendaya agreed. She liked you and knowing that the whole thing hurt you made her upset. You didn’t deserve that, nobody did.

“Good, I want us all to be friends. Y/N is sweet and good and I like her wayyyy more than you.” Zendaya said, returning back to her phone. Tom sighed, giving Harrison a pointed look.

“Everyone does apparently.”

You stood behind the curtain, your palms so sweaty you were glad you didn’t have to pole dance. Bailey stood next to you, talking to the coordinator to make sure everything was set up. You saw LL Cool J somewhere, but you were too nervous to say anything. Chrissy Teigen had already introduced herself, and after you had found your voice you introduced yourself too. She had apparently been following the press tour and thought you were adorable.

Which must count for something, since it’s Chrissy Teigen.

“You good?” Bailey asked, breaking you out of your reverie. You smiled and nodded, lying through your teeth. She smiled and waved over LL Cool J, who gave you an enthusiastic hug.

“How you doing, kid?” He asked, shaking your hand firmly. You told him you were excited to do this, which was only partially a lie. He wished you luck, and before you knew it he was gone and through the curtain. There was a partial silence, before you heard him tell the crowd to get ready for you and Tom.

“Hey.” You turned and realized Tom was standing next to you, wearing the most ridiculous outfit you’d ever seen. He looked at you and internally screamed. You looked so gorgeous, and all he wanted to do was fall on his knees and beg forgiveness. Momentarily you forgot to be mad at him and burst out laughing. He groaned as you fell on the floor, trying to cover your mouth.

“Oh. My. God. You look so stupid!” You giggled, wiping tears from your eyes. Tom smirked, trying not to laugh with you. You stood up, biting your lip to keep from making any more noise. Bailey was eyeing the two of you suspiciously, hoping you wouldn’t kill each other before the battle started.

“Shut up, it’s part of my dance. I’m supposed to be Lil Nas X.” He said, watching your jaw drop. If he was Lil Nas X, did that mean…….

“Wait, YOUR SONG IS OLD TOWN ROAD?!” You asked, and Tom went red. You almost had a heart attack, realizing that you had to go up against Tom dancing to Old Town Road. This whole thing could end up being a bloodbath.

“Yep, my trainer said it would be a good idea since it’s so popular. What are you supposed to be, a unicorn?” Tom asked, looking you up and down. You blushed, realizing that the jumpsuit was a little shorter than you thought.

“No, I’m Taylor Swift. I’m doing You Need To Calm Down.” You said, checking to make sure your heels hadn’t loosened. Tom silently cursed himself, Taylor Swift was always a crowd favorite. He was suddenly wondering if he might lose his title this time.

“What’s wrong, afraid to lose in front of your adoring fans?” You teased, watching Tom shake his head. You felt more confident now, and you were ready to be cocky. Tom snorted at your remark, forming a comeback.

“No, but I’d get as many people to comfort you when you do. Even the other guy, the one before Adrian.” Tom said, happy to get you squirming. You quirked an eyebrow, wondering what Tom meant.

“What do you mean other-?” The curtain opened before you could finish, and LL Cool J and Chrissy Teigen stood there motioning you forward. You plastered on a smile, walking out with Tom to center stage.

“Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N everyone!” The crowd cheered as Tom bowed and you curtsied. There were flashing lights everywhere, cameras taking photos of the two of you. It was almost too much, but then you remembered what you came here to do.

Bury this guy.

“So, who’d like to go first?” Chrissy asked, looking at the two of you. The crowd was silent, watching you and Tom. Tom smirked, gesturing to you.

“Ladies first.” He said, grinning as you rolled your eyes. LL Cool J handed you the microphone, and you cocked your head to the side. The crowd was hooting, but you weren’t going to let him get away so easily.

“Please, let’s see what you got. Unless you’re afraid I’ll upstage you?” You said, laughing when the crowd went wild. People were whistling and oohing, and Tom couldn’t help but chuckle. You looked so cute when you were being competitive.

“Fine, I’ll go first. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He said, brushing past you and making goosebumps rise on your skin. You shivered and walked off to the side with LL Cool J and Chrissy, taking a stand while Tom got ready. Zendaya was behind you and you waved, which she returned. The place went dark and your breath hitched, not sure what Tom would do.

Then the backing track began to play, and the crowd went nuts.

There was Tom, dressed in his cowboy outfit and holding a lasso. You stifled a laugh, when the lights behind him burst on revealing his backup dancers dressed as horses. You could hear Harrison die behind you, and Adrian cheered next to you.

What a clown.

The crowd cheered as Tom tilted his hat, cracked the lasso, and sprung into his routine. It was insane, watching him dance. It was both amazing and the cringiest thing you’d ever seen. The audience was lapping it up, even you were enjoying it. The way he moved was hypnotic, and you caught yourself staring at his butt in chaps a few too many times.

What are you doing? Get a grip!

Your face flushed, realizing Adrian was standing next to you and holding your hand. Tom kept looking over at you two, his face falling slightly when he noticed how close you were. He was trying so hard to nail the routine, but he was getting distracted by you. One of the background dancers lifted him up and helped him crowd surf, throwing his hat into the crowd at a screaming fan. When he got back on the stage, Tom decided to do something on the spur of the moment.

He waltzed up to you, pulled you by the waist and brought you close to him. His eyes pierced through your own, and he looked down at your lips. For a moment, you both just stood there breathing softly, and then Tom smirked and was gone leaving you breathless. Adrian fumed behind you, but he put on a good show for the camera.

You on the other hand just stood there, like a deer in the headlights. The music was still playing, but it was like you couldn’t hear anything. You took a step back and locked eyes with Tom again, who grinned at you.

Did he plan this?

Tom strutted around the stage, eating up the audience’s reaction. But best of all, he got a rise out of you and he loved it. The look on your face, one of pure neediness made him feel cocky. Tom doubted Adrian could do that to you. And it made him feel something wicked.

With a swivel, Tom turned around and dropped to the floor, whipping his head back and forth to the music. He knew that he was doing well because the crowd was screaming, even more so than when he did “Umbrella”. With a final move Tom finished and took a bow. One look at you confirmed how nervous you were. Adrian noticed and put his arm around you protectively, glaring at Tom. He shouldn’t have been happy about it, but it was funny how much Adrian despised him. You blushed and looked away as Tom came over, stopping a foot in front of you. The cheers stopped and the room went silent, waiting for Tom to speak.

“Let’s see what you got.” Tom smirked, taking a bow and brushing past you slightly. The contact made goosebumps rise, and you tried to keep your focus. But it was so hard to do that when Tom was inches away from you, his gaze burning through your back. It suddenly became very hot, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks again.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” LL Cool J asked and Adrian kissed your cheek. Before it would have made you smile, but it felt cold and strange. You nodded, waving to the crowd as you walked to the center of the stage, striking your beginning pose. The lights dimmed and the crowd’s noise lulled, and you began to sway back and forth.

3, 2, 1, Let’s go bitch!

The lights flashed on and you strutted to the front in sync with your backup dancers. The crowd went wild, screaming your name as you claimed your confidence again. It must have been the practices, because your routine was flawless and you’d never felt better. With a whip of your hair, you were off.

Swaying your hips, you ran a hand down your leg and whipped your head back up. Your backup dancers picked you up and spun you around, giving you a bit of air time as you landed on your feet perfectly. Your heels clicked across the floor and you pumped your hand in the air, drawing your hand across your waist and then moving it to snap as your legs spread. The ceiling opened and a flurry of bank notes fell from the sky. You caught one and tucked it into your top.

The audience screamed.

Tom nearly died at the sight, especially when you seemed to lock eyes with him for a moment. Biting your lip, you ran a hand through your hair as you grabbed onto a pair of hoops hanging from the ceiling. Steadying yourself, you spun around, and crossed your ankles. You dropped one hand and let it graze your leg. The music had you shaking your body almost unconsciously, it was like it was ingrained in you. A burst of colored powder covered the stage and you danced through it over to Tom, who was biting his lip pretty hard.

Who’s going to lose now?

You locked eyes with him and smirked, noticing him squirm. With a laugh you pushed him backward, turned around and flipped him off. Tom gasped as the crowd went nuts, and you looked over your shoulder, giving him a wink. Adrian howled his head off and Zendaya burst out laughing, watching Tom go red in the face. LL Cool J and Chrissy were eating it up, getting the camera to keep their focus on Tom. You walked back over to the dancers and jumped around, leaping onto the swing and flying over the audience. Your legs dangled and you spun through the air throwing dollar bills. It was just like that scene from The Greatest Showman, and it was as fun as it looked on screen too.

When you swung back onto the stage, the lights went out. With a smile, you brought out the lighter in your pocket and flicked it on, the light illuminating your face. You winked, blew it out, and the room burst into cheers as flurries of confetti rained down. Your team was going crazy, hugging each other and running out to hug you too.

Finally, it was over.

You could barely walk as you stumbled over to LL Cool J and Chrissy, who jokingly bowed to you. Tom was behind them, grinning at you which you chose to ignore. Adrian rushed out and kissed you, holding your face in his hands. You smiled into it, and the audience cheered your name. The kiss broke and you realized Tom was rolling his eyes at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and Chrissy came over with the belt in her hands, LL Cool J behind her.

“Quiet please!” The room went deadly silent, and you held your breath. Tom was a little nervous too, not expecting your dance to be that good. You didn’t even need Taylor Swift to make an appearance, it was just that good. He was mentally shaking his head, he shouldn’t have underestimated you.

But who knew you had that in you?

“This one was wild, I have to say. But we have a winner, and it’s not what we were expecting.” Chrissy said, looking at LL Cool J. You bounced up and down on your heels as the crowd leaned in, waiting for the winner.

“Y/N!” Chrissy yelled, and the room erupted. You clasped a hand over your mouth, completely speechless. Chrissy put the belt on you, which weighed a ton, and you smiled at the crowd. You couldn’t believe it, you’d beaten Tom Holland at his own game.Tom shook his head, but he couldn’t help smiling. You were good, and he’d admit he’d been beaten by someone superior.

“Sorry, Tom. But I guess you just lost your throne!” LL Cool J laughed, slapping him on the back. Tom chuckled, watching you shake hands with a young fan in the front. His heart swelled a little when you smiled and gave them one of your rings, but he tried to tamp his feelings down.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind. Y/N was better, she deserves it. But next time, I won’t let her win so easily.” He teased, elbowing you in the side. You gave the crowd a look and punched his arm, which made Tom pretend to be hurt as he rubbed his arm. Zendaya came out and hugged you, saying she loved your performance. You thanked her and looked around for Adrian, who was waving at you from the box.

“Anything you’d like to say, Y/N?” Chrissy asked and you took the microphone hesitantly. Everyone waited for you to speak, and you sucked in a breath. You looked over at Bailey, who was smiling at you proudly. Adrian was next to her, wearing the same smile and you suddenly knew what to say. And then there was your mom, beaming at you along with them.

“I just wanna thank my amazing team, they’re the reason I did so well, and my mom and boyfriend for making it out here. Bailey, I love you and I’d be lost without you. And also Shruti, my dance instructor who basically killed me at practices, but it paid off! Also, thanks to my fans who are always supporting me, I love you all!” You blew an air kiss and handed the microphone back to Chrissy.

“Well, thanks for voting everyone, and go see Emma in theaters soon! That’s all for Lip Sync!” Chrissy said, and everyone waved to the cameras. Finally the cameras cut off and the stage crew was ushering everyone backstage. You rejoined Bailey, Adrian, and your Mom, slipping off your heels and going barefoot. The crew congratulated you, some asking to take pictures which you happily obliged.

You were about to head back into your room to change when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and came face to face with Tom again, all alone in the hallway.

“Can we talk?” He asked, running a hand through his slightly sweaty hair. It shouldn’t have been that hot, but you started to wonder what his hair felt like on your skin. You shook your head, upset that you’d let yourself think of Tom that way when you had an amazing boyfriend waiting for you.

Whatever the two of you had was over, for good. He’d made that clear.

But God, why did he have to be so goddamn attractive all the time?

“Um, sure.” You said, telling everyone to wait for you. Tom let you walk next to him, sitting down in a chair by the door to your room. You sat down next to him, smoothing down your jumpsuit nervously. No one was around to hear whatever he was going to tell you, and that made it worse. You could feel your resolve crumbling, and part of you wondered if you should be out here with Tom alone.

“So….you wanted to talk?” You asked, playing with your rings. Tom looked over at you and you swore he was shaking, but maybe it was your eyes playing tricks. But he did look nervous, and that made you feel a little better. You weren’t the only one unsure about this.

“I just wanted to say…” Tom started, but he felt the words catch in his throat. He’d prepared what he was going to say for days now, practicing with Harrison so he wouldn’t trip up. But when it actually came to it, Tom found he just couldn’t do it. You were making him so nervous, he didn’t think he’d be able to finish what he wanted to say.

He wanted to tell you he was sorry, for everything. For the way it ended, and for how quickly he “moved on” with Zendaya. He wanted to apologize for teasing you and being so rude, and making everything between you so awkward. That’s what he wanted to say, that’s what Tom had thought about for weeks. That and you, Tom had never stopped thinking about you.

But as soon as you sat next to him, your hair falling over your shoulders and your eyes on him, Tom just couldn’t do it. There was something about you that was both alluring and intimidated, and for the first time in his life, Tom was scared.

So when he opened his mouth, he said something else entirely.

“Zendaya wants us to go on a double date. You and Adrian and the two of us. She says we should all hang out more, do you want to go out this Friday?” Tom blurted out, immediately panicking when the words left his mouth. You looked stunned and confused, searching his face for signs of a joke. When Tom just stared back at you, looking visibly uncomfortable, you opened your mouth to respond.

“We’d love to.” A voice said from behind you, and you turned to see Adrian standing behind you. His jaw was clenched, boring holes into Tom’s head. You laughed awkardly, watching Tom smile nervously. You had to do something quick, otherwise the situation would become a tinder box.

“Yeah, tell Zendaya that’d be nice.” You said, standing up and taking Adrian’s hand. Tom frowned slightly, hating the way Adrian caressed your hand with your thumb. But he’d pushed you away, and what did he expect? Of course someone would move in for the kill. Adrian glowed triumphantly, slinging an arm over your shoulder. Tom nodded, focusing his gaze on you instead.

“Great, I’ll, uh, tell her.” Tom mumbled, watching you and Adrian go back into your room. For a moment, he just stood there, his head in his hands as he realized what he’d just done. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at the wall, silently cursing himself for being so stupid.

He’d practiced the damn speech with Harrison ten times, and now he’d just asked you to go on a double date? How did he even do that? Tom had the urge to scream, but the walls were so thin you’d hear and he didn’t want to give that smug bastard the satisfaction. Tom skulked back to his room, trying to figure out what to tell everyone.

“Tom! There you are! What was up with that thing you did during the dance, I don’t remember seeing that at rehearsals.” Harrison joked, but he stopped when he saw Tom’s face fall. Zendaya looked up, concerned because Tom was now pacing the room. She touched his back and Tom flinched.

“Hey, what’s wrong? If it’s about that move you pulled, it’s okay nobody’s saying anything.” Zendaya said, showing Tom her Twitter. “They think it was funny, that’s all.”

“It’s not that, I just did something really stupid.” Tom said, collapsing onto the couch. Harrison stood next to Zendaya, the two of them exchanging glances. Harrison was the first to speak, thinking it must be about the talk.

“Is it about Y/N? What did she say when you told her?” He asked, probing for information. Tom groaned, getting up again and standing by the counter. God, he just wanted to melt into the floor right now.

“I didn’t get to because I choked. But that’s not the worst part.” He muttered, and Zendaya took over. She sat down on the counter next to Tom, quirking an eyebrow when he turned away from her.

“Tom, what did you do?” She whispered, and Tom took a deep breath. Harrison sat down, preparing for what Tom was about to say. “Tom, what happened?”

“I just asked Y/N on a double date.” Zendaya inhaled sharply and Harrison cursed, Tom slowly turning back around to face them. “The two of them, together on Friday.”

“And she said yes.”

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Port Stanley Charm

A various cluster of settlers poured into Southwestern Ontario by way of a meandering inlet on the Lake Erie shoreline  Custom Made Jewellery early in the 1800's and established a wealthy little community known as Port Stanley. This small but busy harbour became founded in 1804 by John Bostwick, who hooked up and operated both a mill and warehouse. Today, this prosperous creative fishing village is rich in charm and records providing beneficiant inn dwelling hospitality 12 months round.

King George VI Lift Bridge There are numerous very particular sights in Port Stanley. Most drastically, proper in the heart of city, the oldest lift bridge in Ontario - King George VI Lift Bridge. The bridge is the essence of stylish simplicity and engineering magnificence. It is referred to as a bascule bridge - meaning it's so finely counterbalanced that in the occasion of an emergency it is able to be raised and reduced manually(1). A parade of excessive mast sailboats, luxurious cruisers, and industrial craft vessels can be visible passing underneath the bridge at some stage in the navigation season. A brass plaque at the east tower seize traveler interest via revealing a 1937 tragedy wherein at some stage in construction, eight of the13 men running have been killed.

The Port Stanley Terminal Railroad A street linking Port Stanley port to neighbouring cities changed into constructed in 1822 to house the droves of immigrants touchdown on the North Shore of Lake Erie. In 1844, there were as many as 148 boats recorded within the busy little harbour. By this time in records, there has been a substantial rail network spreading across North America and in1856 Port Stanley become related with a new company - The London and Port Stanley railway (L&PS). The L&PS thrived and taken close to a million vacationers a year to the village. Today, traveler can revisit the beyond and journey in an proper completely rebuilt and refurbished L&PS railcar circa 1940. Operated by means of volunteer crews, after overcoming a barrage of hurdles, a group of railway advocates rescued the deserted railway following a 1982 washout of the tracks. Today there are over 400 departures in keeping with 12 months that take region starting in March and operate properly into December with diverse unique rides; along with, Easter Bunny Express, Murder Mystery Train rides, and Santa Workshop Tours.

Port Stanley Festival Theatre For people who wish to take their Port Stanley revel in to an entire other level, the Port Stanley Festival Theatre gives a extensive form of theatrical treats. Rivalling the best theatres in larger cities, Canadian play productions have fun the artistry in drama, comedy, musicals and a selection of different activities at some stage in the year. It is placed on the main street within the vintage Town Hall constructing. The Port Stanley Festival Theatre shares the constructing with the local library and traveler hotspot, interpretive middle. The constructing additionally domestic to many visible artists and craftspeople in addition to the Stork Club Museum. The as soon as well-known Stork Club became a swing dance club boasting the biggest dance floor inside the location and attracted numerous big band names within the early 1950's. For nearly 50 years, the amusement magnet flourished until a fire destroyed the building entirely. The museum is devoted to the history of the Stork Club and the show of big band memorabilia.

Exceptional Main Beach Undoubtedly some of Ontario's finest riches are the seashores of Port Stanley. Main Beach is the actual megastar. Fully skilled lifestyles Guards patrol in the summer months and a treasure trove of pastime is to be had for every body - young and old alike. This seaside has been diagnosed as the only Lake Erie coastline to acquire a 'Blue Flag' fame meaning it meets strict worldwide criteria; which includes water fine, safety and environmental practices. Stroll along the reputedly limitless shores or spend exceptional time engaging in leisure activities. There is an clothing store on the town and on the beach who's in a position to help you experience the spacious freedom of the tepid open waters. The municipality has remodeled the eastern shores of the main seashore with a boat launch,  pier jetties, a big children's play-structure, and benches. Countless humans have witnessed a fantastic sunrise or sundown in the summer time months and frequently live to take inside the star crammed skies on a clean warm summer time night. Whether you are relaxing to the soothing waves lapping upon the finest sandy seashores of this smooth award triumphing "Blue Flag" beach or enjoying a aggressive sport of seaside volleyball you will love your time right here.

Little Beach Tucked away almost entirely out of sight at the east side of metropolis is 'Little Beach'. Well blanketed shallow water with adequate parking and can without problems accommodate masses of solar-seekers. It is quality ideal for families with small youngsters with its shallow water and buoyed swimming place. There are no existence guards right here but a first-resource response region with several lifestyles saving implements for emergencies.

Erie Rest Beach Another hidden treasure that is properly well worth hunting down is 'Erie Rest Beach'. Suited for individuals who want a touch privateness and relaxation, this beach is located several hundred meters west of Main Beach. It's 250 meters huge and has a beautiful sand seashore with a gradual decline into the water. There is a portable washroom and no lifeguards here however the benefit is solitude.

Accommodation and Dining Steeped in History Inns, mattress & breakfasts, and completely ready cottages are some of the tremendous alternatives for over night accommodations to be had in Port Stanley. Imagine a lake breeze kissing your cheek from your room as you soak within the ambience of the colourful nightlife. Top notch carrier, tranquil contemporary surroundings, and a restful sleep.

On the corner of Bridge and Main Streets is the Kettle Creek Inn. It is located on two lots of land that became at the start owned with the aid of Colonel John Bostwick who offered them in 1849 to the Justice of the Peace, Squire Samual Price. In 1918, The Price own family bought their home to the Williamsons, who opened "The Garden Inn". During this time,  frogs had been sculpted and placed at the sidewalk out the front. Kettle Creek Inn turned into hooked up in 1985 and is presently open yr spherical. Guests can loosen up on an outside patio with a smorgasbord of scrumptious menu selections.

The Samuel Shepard House is positioned at 324 Smith Street on the southwest corner of William and Smith streets in Port Stanley. This stunning century home become built in 1854 through Samuel Shepard who changed into an coverage agent and service provider focusing on grain and bring. Samuel Shepard became also a dressmaker of windjammers - they have been taken into consideration to be the finest boats that ever sailed into the harbour. He commenced a tradition, referred to as the "Shepard Hat", awarding a pinnacle hat to the primary captain to reach in Port Stanley, after the spring cut up. The Shepard House stayed within the Shepard family till 1947, nowadays it's far a bed and breakfast called the Windjammer. It also is a exceptional eating place wherein you can dine underneath a defensive porch or internal in which you may find a extremely good deal of character. There are 21 first rate consuming institutions in the village hamlet so one can tantalize your flavor buds. The majority of eating places function their special recipes for Fresh Lake Erie perch.

Shopping Stroll the streets of Port Stanley and you will locate thousands of treasures inside the top notch circle of relatives owned boutiques and vintage shops. Window purchasing, memento searching, chic style looking, or home décor accumulation there's some thing for anybody. Imported items, best garb, jewellery, domestic made goodies and particular inventive designs are watching for you.

One of the oldest structures in Port Stanley, the Livery, changed into a blacksmith keep amongst other matters and is now called the Darbyshire House. It has also served the community as a confectionary keep, and the Village Hall - quickly. Today it's miles a business retail keep on Main Street in which the main degree nevertheless has it's authentic paneled pine doors and large display windows.

Another centric building is The Russell House on Main Street. Built by way of John Sweeney, rapidly after his arrival within the early 1870s, Russell residence changed into constructed with regionally made strawberry bricks. It become one of the first resorts to provider the early day guests who arrived through lake, rail and stagecoach to Port Stanley. Over the years it has served as a butcher shop, a plumbing shop, and places of work for doctors, legal professionals and coverage retailers. It turned into also a financial institution, the Sterling Bank. Several of the body of workers contributors lived in rooms on the second one ground, which includes a young banker named Mitchell Hepburn, who later became Premier of Ontario. Today it's far a retail save.

Other Interesting Landmarks Col. John Bostwick donated one acre of land in 1826 to erect a place of worship. In 1845 Port Stanley's first location of worship, Christ Church, was built the usage of a aggregate of British Classical and American Colonial styles. It's maximum high-quality architectural characteristic is its tower and spire. Almost ten years after it's construction, in 1854, a four hundred pound bell become acquired and harmonized to in which it's miles these days. The church become an vital part of religious and social lifestyles for the early settlers within the younger village. Today, if the church is open, you are welcome to stroll in and examine the lovable commemorative stained glass home windows and walk the grounds. There are headstones of outstanding church members, the grave of Colonel John Bostwick, and a provincial historical plaque detailing his life.

Down Colborne street, heading south, at the proper hand aspect is another church - St. John's Presbyterian Church built in 1852 with the aid of Congregationalists. It is a great instance of pioneer architecture - offering a white classical form, gothic, and Romanesque windows. A Presbyterian congregation become set up in 1854 and rented area within the newly constructed church. By 1871 they have been capable of purchase the building for $420. Today the church nonetheless keeps to worship and provide community services as well as joint ventures with the Port Stanley United Church throughout the road. The Port Stanley United Church was firstly a Methodist Church, erected in 1889 via a congregation that existed as early as 1836. Complete with a rectory at the north aspect, and carriage sheds at the back of, the the front vestibule changed into introduced after the building have become a United Church.

There is a completely well preserved unmarried tale white home on the Corner of Hetty and Colborne Streets that is largely been unaltered because it became constructed in 1840. It is referred to as the Thomson House. Built in a Greek Revival fashion with cornices and pilasters, this one and a half of story white clapboard residing became as soon as the home of Eliza Thomson - appearing librarian. Around the flip of the century, the south extension of her home served because the Port Stanley library for four many years even as the house turned into her house. It later served because the office of Dr. Clinton A. Bell.

Port Stanley was and nevertheless is, the house of a thriving commercial fishing fleet. In 1910 there have been 22 fishing tugs working from the harbour. An interesting bit of specific structure is the Cork Kiln, constructed around 1915 throughout the boom of the fishing industry in Port Stanley. Located near the cease of essential avenue and constructed into the aspect of the hill, this layout provided a natural dry heat to the cork used for floating fish nets. Just north a few steps is a huge gray constructing positioned at 194 Main Street. It become as soon as the home of the East Side Fish Company and built in approximately 1917. The precise layout had some of windows that exposed east, south and west symmetrical facades presenting natural warmth from the sun. It become used as an area in which nets might be mended and saved.

Col. John Bostwick's original residence is also located on Main Street. When catastrophe struck and his home burned down, Manuel Payne purchased the property and used yellow brick to create an early Victorian style domestic at the final original foundation in 1873.