#what Tom said that make jake leave was he could see their kids married

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Lil' headcanon of mine, Ron is fluent in several different languages (sure, Tom is too, as compacflt he has to, but there had been cases when Ron had to stop him before he accidentally said the wrong thing. In good faith, but still wrong, Tom please you've almost insulted that Chinese commander holy fuck please shut up). Chris is very much surprised when he hears him teaching baby Jake. He's surprised when he hears Tom and Ron switch languages. (Mav is confused too.) Now they both stare at their boyfriends and one son speaks different languages. (Bradley finds out during that faithful mission. He's not entirely sure of what it does to him... well, it does something indeed!)

Oh my god Aki you’re brilliant. (I don’t speak anything besides English and some American Sign Language sooo there won’t be any actual different language spoken.)

Tom can speak Polish, Spanish, and Russian bits of Mandarin and some sign language because him and Mav like to talk shit across rooms.

Ron can speak Polish, Spanish Russian, Mandarin, French and bits and pieces of others. He loves learning new ones.

They were in the backyard. Chris and Ron have been dating for about a year. Tom is staying with them until they’ve gotta go back. Ron started speaking fluent Polish to Tom, Chris thought he was going to pass out. He’s always known Ron is hot but lord.

Three weeks later they were in a restaurant on a date, a guy started speaking Spanish to the waitress she kept shaking her head until Ron leaned over and translated. Chris threw cash on the table and dragged Ron out of there and into a bed so fast.

Chris didn’t know how hot he’d find Ron switching through languages but goddamn. It’s hot.

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When Jake started talking it was incredible. They had taught him some sign to say when he was hungry or thirsty or cold but him talking? Adorable. They cried when he first called Chris daddy.

Chris loved watching their kid learn what different things were.

When Jake one day suddenly asked for something in Polish he got a bit confused.

He blinked down at the little three year old. “Baby what?” Jake said it again and pointed. Chris had no idea what he’s saying. “Come on let’s go find papa he’s clearly been speaking Polish around you”

They go into the office that Ron uses when he’s at home. Chris bounces Jake. “Say it again baby.”

Ron looks up when Jake starts talking. “He’s doing it! Chris oh my god he’s doing it!”

“Hon. Love you and how excited you are. Did you not think about the fact that I can’t speak Polish.”

Ron looks confused. God bless this man. Somehow he’s got navy secrets up in that head of his. “Baby maybe wait until he’s a bit older and understands he needs to speak English at me and Polish at you.”

Ron goes a bit pink. He stands up and goes over to them. He kisses Chris, “and French.”

Chris blinks. “French.” “Maybe Tommy and I have been thinking about teaching him Russian also.”

Ron takes Jake from Chris. “Our son can’t save you from stupidity.” Ron lifts him onto his shoulder “yeah he can.”

Chris smiles, he leans closer and kisses Ron again. “Yeah you’re right he can.”

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The first time Bradley sees Jake speaking a different language it’s Spanish with Javy on the ship after they landed. He didn’t know it at the time but Jake was talking about how he just wanted to kiss Bradley.

Two weeks after the mission they’re all together at Tom and Mav’s house. Jake is sitting up on the counter in the kitchen, he’s watching Tom and Ron cook like he always used to. He didn’t know how much he missed it.

Bradley is leaning next to Jake’s hip. Tom starts speaking to Ron. Bradley blinks, he’s not heard Tom speak Polish in years.

Jake chimes in. In Polish.

Bradley knows he’s staring. He can’t help it. “You speak Polish?”

Chris laughs from the doorway, he comes into the kitchen, he’s covered in grease. Chris goes up on his toes and kisses Ron. “He spoke polish more then English when he was four. Forced me to get a goddamn Polish to English dictionary.” Jake goes a bit pink. “Dad cut it out.”

Chris gets that look on his face that Bradley used to see on Mav sometimes.

It’s the ‘I could be more of a dick but I’m choosing to be nice today’ face.

Tom laughs and says something else. Jake goes redder. Ron slaps Tom, Chris snorts and loops an arm around Tom. Jake shakes his head, “Y’all are horrible to me I’m gonna find Mav.” He hops off the counter but drags his hand across Bradley’s stomach as he passes.

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“Never thought I’d find you speaking a different language so not.” - “baby you think everything I do is hot.” - “shut up Jake come here and ride me.” - “yeehaw cowboy.”

[ragingbookdragon]

Forever Wingman

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader One-shot

Word Count: 1.4K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: I LIVEEEEEEE! work takes a lot out of me but here I still exist <3 Enjoy! -Thorne

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If you’d asked her to tell you how the conversation had turned to relationships and marriages from flying jets and taking shots, she couldn’t, but she sure could tell you how hers and Hangman’s relationship had suddenly been blown wide open—not that anyone had any suspicion that the two of them were together.

“—So what you’re saying is that you wouldn’t marry me?” Hangman asked, almost offended, through the haze of beer he’d been consuming. “I thought you loved me?”

“Love’s a strong word,” she retorted, leaning back on one of the chairs. “Besides, I wouldn’t marry you even if you got down on one knee right here and popped the question.”

Laughter peeled from the group of pilots around them, along with a few “Ooo’s”, and Hangman’s gaze suddenly cleared as if no alcohol had been in his system, left hand dipping into his jean pocket as he clasped his fingers around the small black box.

***

He’d been to this house before. Once, four years after he graduated flight school and decided to meet the famous Ice-Man for the first time. He still remembered making an ass of himself in front of her parents. He was a kid. Stupid. Young. But that one incident had put him on a rollercoaster of emotion when she drove him back to the barracks room and immediately dumped him. It’d also put the two of them on a crash course for being each other’s best-worst fling.

He inhaled deeply and pressed the doorbell, waiting until an older woman opened the door and smiled. “Good afternoon, can I help you?”

He wasn’t surprised that she didn’t remember him. “Missus Kazansky, it’s good to see you again.”

Tipping her head to the side, she took a moment to gaze at him with confused eyes until, “Jake!”

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a smile.

“It’s been…quite a while,” she responded. “Is there something we can do for you?”

Hangman cleared his throat. “I was wondering if I could speak to Admiral Kazansky.”

She frowned and glanced back to the stairs. “Now’s…not really a good time, Jake.”

“I understand,” he sympathized. “But it’s important. It’s…about your daughter.”

“Is she alright,” she fretted. “Pete said she’s been doing well, but of course we’ve been worried about her going on this mission and we—”

“She’s fine,” he interjected with a calming tone. “I’m here to talk to Admiral Kazansky about her and I.”

At that, she cocked a brow. “From what she’s mentioned when she comes home on leave, there is no you and her.”

Hangman shrugged. “She and I are never really done.” He gave her a nod. “I’m serious this time though. Ten minutes is all I need. Please, Missus Kazansky.”

She took another glance of the stairs then sighed and opened the door. “Ten minutes. He hasn’t been feeling well in the last few days.”

“Thank you,” he acknowledged seriously. “I appreciate this chance.”

Nodding, she pointed towards the stairs. “Up those and the last door on the left.”

“Yes ma’am.” He climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway, coming to the door that was slightly ajar. He raised his fist when a sickening cough came from the room and he paused, waiting for it to be over before he knocked.

“Come in,” the response came roughly, and Hangman opened the door and stepped inside, immediately coming to a salute.

“Admiral Kazansky, sir.”

Tom looked the man over with a calm gaze. “At ease, Lieutenant,” he gruffly said; Hangman came to a parade rest as the Admiral tipped his head to the side. “Sit.”

He took the seat around the desk and watched as the senior typed his words on the monitor and turned it around.

What can I do for you, Lieutenant Seresin?

“I want to talk about your daughter.” He internally cringed at the cocked brow Tom gave him. “Sir.”

What about her?

“First, I want to apologize for being an asshat a few years ago. I embarrassed her when she brought me to meet you and your family.” Hangman frowned. “She, nor your family deserved that.”

Young sailors will be dumbasses. You, from what she has said over the years, have certainly lost the dumb, but not the “ass”.

Hangman snorted and nodded his head; he wasn’t even going to deny it. “Someone has to keep up the reputation of pilots being assholes.”

Tom smiled at that and went back to typing.

Why now, Lieutenant? Why after all this time?

His gaze turned solemn. “You don’t have long, sir. She’s made that clear. I…I want to make it right this time.”

And that means?

Hangman took a deep breath and sat up straight. “I want your blessing to marry her someday.” For a moment, the Admiral was at a loss of words. “Believe me, if I were in your shoes I would say no, but I care about your daughter, Admiral Kazansky.”

And how can you be sure you won’t string her along with empty promises.

“Because I love her,” he admitted. “Every fling I’ve ever had never comes close to how your daughter makes me feel. There is no woman for me other than her. And if it takes twenty years to convince her of that, I will. But I won’t settle for anyone other than her. She’s…she’s my girl.”

Tom gazed at him.

She’s going to need you when my time is up.

“I know,” he said quietly.

She’ll need you to keep her together and flying even when she doesn’t feel like going on.

“Yes sir.”

I love all my children equally, but she’s my baby, you understand how much she means to me.

“I do.”

I need to trust that you’ll take care of her in my stead.

Hangman swallowed thickly, feeling his eyes sting and for the oddest reason, he couldn’t understand why. “I will, sir. You have my word.”

Tom reached into the side drawer of his desk and pulled something out, placing it in front of him. A small black box.

Open it.

He did as Tom said and looked over the small silver band, inlaid with mother of pearl, a small sapphire in the center.

Her grandmother’s wedding ring. I always promised I’d leave it to her.

“Isn’t she going to ask about it?”

Not immediately.

He looked at Tom. “I love her.”

I know you do. I know you did all those years ago when you made an ass of yourself.

He laughed as he wiped his eyes and pocketed the box. “I’ll prove to her that I’m ready.”

As he stood, so did Tom and he walked around the desk and held out his hand for Hangman to take; he shook his hand heartily and roughly assured, “You have my blessing, Jake. Take care of my baby girl.”

“I will, sir.” Hangman pulled his hand away and immediately cocked his arm up in a salute. “Admiral Kazansky, sir.”

Tom gave him a salute back. “Lieutenant Seresin.”

***

Hangman pulled the box out, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he shifted back and dropped to one knee. He almost laughed as he eyes went wide, silence coming over the bar in a ripple effect around them.

He cracked open the box. “Marry me,” was all he said.

Her eyes dropped to the ring, a new wave of emotion coming across her face as she recognized it. “That’s her ring—my dad he—he had that—”

“I asked for his blessing.” Hangman gazed at her. “Marry me.”

“Jake,” she started, tears already starting to drip down her cheeks. “Holy shit, Jake, seriously?”

“As a heart attack,” he said. “Now I’ve asked you twice. This is the last time I’m gonna ask. Be my wingman.”

“You’re such an ass,” she griped and gave him her left hand. “But yeah, I’ll be your wingman.”

He slipped the ring on her finger and stood, a smile coming over his face as he took hers in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. Cheers erupted from their friends, and he brushed his thumbs over her cheeks, wiping the tears away as he continued to kiss her.

She pulled back and pressed her forehead into his shoulder, sniffing harshly as he fingers curled in the back of his shirt. “You’re such an ass. Always having to one-up me in front of everyone.”

Hangman grinned and kissed her temple, hugging her tightly. “And now I get to one up the Missus Seresin forever.”

“I am not changing my name.”

“Let’s save that conversation for the papers, yeah?” she sniffled again, and he chuckled, glancing at the others. “Alright, I’m gonna take my crying fiancée outside so she can get herself together.”

He started directing her out the doors. “You called me your fiancée,” she blubbered, and he started laughing.

“Oh my God, you’re such a baby!”

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

MR. AND MRS. BARBER

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

MR. AND MRS. BARBER

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Barber.

Warnings: NONE.

A/N:  I honestly cried while writing this. The song I chose for them was “In your eyes” by Peter Gabriel.

Word count: 1609

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“I think I’m about to throw up.” Annie said as she was getting her make up done.

“Just breathe, darling. You are going to be fine.” Justin, the makeup artist, told her.

“Right, breath.” She took a deep breath and let the air out of her mouth.

“You should probably eat something.” Sharon said.

“Your friend is right. You need to eat before the weeding, I don’t think you want to pass out while walking down the aisle.”

Meanwhile Andy was at the house running around trying to get Jake and himself ready.

“Come on, buddy.”

“No! I don’t like the jacket!”

“Fine! No jacket, but you have to wear the vest and your bowtie.”

“I look stupid.”

“Hey! Language. Thank god, Annie is not here.” Jake ran to his room. “Jake! Please! Do this for me and Annie, it’s just one day, I promise!”

Jake crossed his arms, “I want ice cream.”

“This is not a negotiation!”

“My terms are final.”

“I get you ice cream if you let me dress you.”

Jake thought for a bit before smiling widely “Ok!”

It was 6:30 when Andy left the house along with Jake in the car.

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“Please, can someone tell me if Andy is here?”

Annie was ready in the room of the hotel where the wedding was taking place. Pacing around the room with a knot in her stomach.

“I’ll go and check.” Mark said.

Mark was about to leave when Tom walked in.

“Wow!” He looked at her sister lovingly, “You look so beautiful. You look like a princess.” His eyes watered.

“Please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry and that will ruin my make up.” She hugged his brother.

“Yeah, you’re right!” He let out his breath, “Andy is gonna died when he sees you.”

“So, he is here?”

“Of course! I have never seen him so nervous by the way. Not even when he asked for my permission to marry you.” He winked at Annie. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

“It’s never too late to run away.” Annie slap him on the chest, “OW! I’m kidding!”

“Let’s go then.”

Annie hooked her arm to his brother’s and left the room, followed by Sharon and Mark.

A couple of minutes later they stood in front of the doors of the hall where all the guests were waiting for her to begin the ceremony.

The wedding march began to play behind the doors and then they open. Everyone were standing there looking at her.

“Breath” Tom said in a low voice and caressed her hand, “Focus on Andy.”

And she did. There he was, wearing a blue tux, smiling and with tears in his eyes. She smiled to him and then they walked.

Andy couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing, Annie was like a vision, an angel. He could sword there was light coming out of her as he saw her walking down the aisle, she looked perfect; she looked beautiful as always.

Tom handed his sister’s hand to Andy. “Take care of her, will you?”

“I will.” Andy took Annie’s hand, “Hi.”

“Hi.” She smiled.

“Good evening,” The minister spoke, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Andy and Annie in matrimony. Their time together, they have seen their love and understanding of each other grow and blossom and now they have decided to live out the rest of their lives as one. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” No one said anything. “Marriage is a commitment to life, the best that two people can find and bring out in each other…”

The minister continued as Annie and Andy shared loving looks at each other, not really paying attention to what was happening around them.

“I believe you have written some vows.”

“Yes.” Andy said as he took out a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Annie, I love you with my whole heart. My love for you it’s so great that I can’t express it with words. I promise to be your honest, faithful and loving husband as long as we both live. I will always protect you from harm, to stand with you against your troubles, and to look to you when I need protection.” A few tears were running down his cheeks at this point. He took a breath and continued. “Thank you for being a mother to Jake, for taking care of him, and loving him as if he was your own kid. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to raise Jake with. I love you, and I always will.”

“Annie?”

“Yes,” She turned to take her piece of paper from Mark, “Andy, you helped me when I needed the most. You are my every dream come true, and I can't wait for the reality we get to build together. I choose you and promise to choose you as my husband every day we wake. I will love you in word and deed. I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, grow with you, and craft with you. To be your kin and your partner in all of life's adventures is all I could hope for in the world. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don't yet know, I give you my hand. I give you my love. I give you myself, the good, the bad, and the yet to come. I love you with all my heart, Andy.”

“Andy, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

"I do."  Andy said confident.

“Annie, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" 

"I do." Annie said tearfully.

"Repeat after me, Andy" The minister said the lines and Andy repeat them.

"I, Andy, take you Annie, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." 

Annie then followed through.

"I, Annie, take you Andy, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." 

“Can we have the rings?” Jake walked towards his dad and handed him the ring, while Sharon did the same with Annie.

"I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love." They both said one at the time as they exchanged their rings.

"By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Massachusetts, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Andy, you may kiss the bride."

“Finally!” He said and got closer to her wife and kissed her.

“I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Barber.”

All the guests began clapping as they continued kissing.

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“LET’S WELCOME MR. AND MRS. BARBER!!!!!” The singer of the band said through the mic. Everyone cheered and clapped as they walked into the venue. “COME ON! LET’S HEAR IT FOR THE HAPPY COUPLE!” people kept clapping as they moved to the middle of the dance floor. “And now, please everybody take your sits, as the newlyweds will share their first dance together.” The room became silent, “This was a special request from the husband. Annie, this is for you.”

Andy grabbed Annie’s right hand as she placed the other on his shoulder; and the band began to play.

Annie still didn’t know what song Andy had picked for them. He always kept it a secret.

Love I get so lost sometimes

Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart

When I want to run away I drive off in my car

But whichever way I go

I come back to the place you are.

Annie listened to the song attentively as they swing back and forth.

All my instincts, they return

The grand facade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside

She heard Andy began to sing and turned to see him. He was looking at her, with all the love he had in him. His hand caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes as they hugged each other.

In your eyes

The light, the heat (in your eyes)

I am complete (in your eyes)

I see the doorway (in your eyes)

To a thousand churches (in your eyes)

The resolution (in your eyes)

Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes).

Oh, I see the light and the heat (in your eyes)

Oh, I wanna be that complete

I wanna touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes.

The song soon came to an end, and they kissed like there was no one around them.

“Congratulations Andy and Annie! We wish you a life time of happiness.” The singer said, “Now let’s get this party started. But first, dinner. Everybody enjoy and we will come back later to keep celebrating our couple.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, Andy.”

[whew-oh-em-gee]

The green-eyed monster

Warnings: the green eyed monster, of course! Implied smut and a couple of swear words. Oh! And me attempting to put in song references.

Jake Gyllenhaal x Fem!reader

I hope you enjoy it!

Jealousy, also referred to by many as the green-eyed monster, is the act of feeling or showing a resentful suspicion that one's partner is attracted to or involved with someone else.

You had never really been the jealous type. Never. However, something about this situation was very different. Could it be because this was not an event you were familiar with? Could it be because the lady affectionately laughing while placing her hand on your boyfriend’s chest, was capable of buying most of your possessions, if not all of them, with half of her paycheck? Or could it be because your insecurities about how you looked, despite being told you looked gorgeous by your boyfriend, suddenly decided to make themselves known?

Whatever the reason was, you were jealous. And that was that.

Now the question is, how did you get here in the first place?

4 hours ago

“Don’t fret. You look gorgeous, honey! “ you boyfriend exclaimed, finally exhausted by the number of questions you asked about how you looked, while you were having a mini freak out in front of the full body length mirror in your shared bedroom. Jake genuinely thought you looked amazing in anything you wore and it irks him whenever you don’t acknowledge that as well.

Noticing the hint of expiration in his tone, you apologized.

“I’m sorry. I just...” you paused, sighing, as you tried to find the right words. “I just don’t want to let you down. There are going to be a lot of extremely beautiful women there and I don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb. Especially since this is going to be the first event we’re going to together.”

With a light chuckle, Jake pressed his lips to your forehead.

“You worry too much. You look wonderful and I don’t care about all the other women because you are the only beautiful woman I’ll see.” He said, cupping your face his big hands and stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

You smiled and tried your best not to cry because of how sweet Jake was being. You weren’t ready to mess up your make up because it was time consuming and quite expensive.

“I love you.” You finally uttered after a moment of silence, consisting of you two staring into each other’s eyes.

“I love you too, baby. Now come on. We’re gonna be late.” Jake murmured before taking your hand and tugging you out of the room and out of your shared apartment towards the rented car that was waiting for you outside.

Half an hour later, you both found yourself in the midst of many well-known actors, directors and producers. Jake pulled you along as he greeted the people he recognized and introduced you to them, if they hadn’t met you already.

“Hubby!” you heard a familiar voice call out, over the loud party music that was playing. You knew that voice quite well. Maybe too well.

Tom Holland that proud owner of the voice, accompanied by Zendaya, made his way to you and Jake.

“Well, well, well isn’t it my prodigal husband.” Jake joked as he embraced to in a side hug. Meanwhile you and Zendaya, who has become close friends the moment you met each other some time ago, smothered each other with kisses as you giggled in unison.

The four of you spent the next hour cracking jokes, while catching up with each other’s lives. That was until you were interrupted

“Jacob,” a feminine voice purred “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

All the attention moved to where the voice came from.

“Joey! Hi! It has been a while.” Jake responded, hugging her.

Zendaya looked at you with a raised eyebrow as ‘Jo’, as Jake affectionately called her started conversing with him.

You shrugged in response, answering her silent question. You had no idea who this newcomer was.

“Oh how could I forget?! Tom, Z, Y/N, this is Jolene, an old friend.” Jake introduced.

Jolene? How fitting. You suddenly felt Dolly Parton’s pain when she sang her song with the same title as this lady’s name.

Jolene giggled. “Old friend? Is that what you call all your exes now?”

“You knew what I meant, Jo.” Jake rolled his eyes playfully.

She let out more giggles.

You opened your mouth to say ‘hi’ but you were interrupted by Jolene talking again.

“Oh my god, Jacob! You absolutely have to meet someone.” She pulled Jake away from your group and towards whoever she wanted him to meet.

You blinked rapidly, trying to process what just happened.

“That was…interesting.” Tom deadpanned, earning an elbow to the ribs from Z. “Hey!” he protested rubbing the spot he was hit.

You raised your head, looking up at the ceiling. “Y/N, what are you doing?” Z asked in confusion.

“I wanna cry but my foundation cost me thirty-five dollars.” You muttered, trying to blink away the tears that were forming.

Not today, Satan, not today.

Tom’s snort quickly morphed into another exclamation of pain when he got elbowed at the same spot again by the same person.

“Aww hun, you don’t need to cry. It’s not worth it?” Z asked rubbing your back soothingly.

“His ex does seem kinda bossy, to be honest.”

Z gasped, “Thomas Stanley Holland, the next time you do something that will make the situation worse, I. Will. End. You.”

“It’s alright, Z” you sighed, as you fished through your purse to find anything to help you with keeping the tears as bay, “He’s right.”

“I think I’m going to talk to him.” Tom said, leaving before any of you could react.

Z turned to you “Y/N-“

“No, no.” you butted in “It’s okay! I’m okay! I’m just going to head home.”

Oh boy, were you lying.

Who were you kidding? She was beautiful! All Jake’s exes probably were the same. What did he see in you anyway? Why did you decide to come here at all? Ugh! Jolene, please don’t take my man.

Finally, bringing your head down to its original position, you dubbed your eyes gently and put your brave face on and made your way to the exit.

You were not going to cry here. You were not going to cry here. You were not going to cry-

“Y/N!” You heard you boyfriend’s voice shout from afar.

You stood still, taking a deep breath.

You can do this Y/N. Elsa was able to do it. Don’t forget. Conceal, don’t feel. Don’t let him know.

“Y/N.” you heard him again, only closer this time.

You opened your eyes and there he stood, right in front of you, in all his handsome glory.

“Where are you going, love?” Jake asked with a slight tilt of his head.

“You seemed very much occupied with that Jolene of yours so I decided to head home.”

Jake raised an eyebrow.

And now he knows. Fuck.

“Really? That sounds like-“

“Yes, Jacob. I am jealous because she’s extremely pretty and you are probably still attracted to her.”

Let it goooo, let it goooo. Can’t hold it back anymore. Damn, you feel so much like Elsa right now. Why on earth were you thinking about Frozen anyway?!

“Babe!” he laughed, stunned at your revelation. “What did I tell you before we left the apartment?”

You sighed.

“I know it’s just… I don’t feel like I’m enough for you sometimes and coming here just makes me feel like I’m not enough for you all the time.”

Jake shook his head, sighing, and pulled out his phone without a word.

“What are you doing?” you asked, curious.

“I’m getting us an Uber.”

“Why?”

“It looks like someone has to have all her insecurities fucked out of her.”

You blanched and looked around.

“Jacob!” you whisper-yelled between clenched teeth looking around to check if anyone had heard what he said.

He placed a hand on each of your shoulders. “I love you so, so, so much. Please don’t let anyone including yourself make you think otherwise. You won my heart fair and square and you own it, baby. Besides, Jolene is married anyway. ”

“What?! Really?”

“Yeah. “He chuckled.

“She took me to meet her wife. Honestly, it was quite boring. I felt like I was third wheeling. I’m glad Tom saved me.”

“I’m sorry.” You pouted.

“It’s alright, babe.” He said offering his hand which you took “Come on, let’s get of here.”

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Bonus

“So…your inner green-monster came out, huh.” Your boyfriend whispered as you two cuddled in bed, in your pajamas.

“Jacob, it is 2 am .Why are you thinking about THAT at 2 am?”

    Author’s note: I really don't know what to feel about this. I loved writing it, though! I would love to hear from you! What do you think about it?

[starfleetimagines]

Mobile Masterlist

I figured it might be easier for my readers to find my previous imagines if I make a mobile masterlist that I update at the same time as I update my desktop one. So here it is! I’ll add to it when I post new imagines, so it should always be up to date. Some imagines are listed in multiple series if the character is found in both - like Q or Pike, for example.

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Alternate Original Series/The Original Series:

Being Leonard “Bones” McCoy’s younger sister would include…

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - “Have you lost your damn mind?!”

Being Jim Kirk’s twin would include…

Jim Kirk - “I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”

Jim Kirk - “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - mismatched uniforms

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - you get hurt

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - medical anxiety

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott- “That’s a promise.”

Leonard “Bones” McCoy- flirting in sickbay

Pavel Chekov - Period Cuddles

Pavel Chekov - Moving Forward

Jim Kirk - Family

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - Shore Leave

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott - Open Waters

Dating Leonard “Bones” McCoy Would Include…

Being Pavel Chekov’s Betazoid Wife Would Include…

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - Study Date

Spock and Uhura’s Wedding Would Include…

Leonard “Bones” McCoy - Dance Practice

Pavel Chekov - Set Up

The Enterprise Crew Finding Out You’re Bisexual Would Include…

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott x Jayla - Graduation

Spock and Uhura Having A Baby Would Include...

Spock - “To say that was unexpected is an understatement.”

Spock - Fireplace

Deep Space Nine:

Julian Bashir - “Cuddle me.”

Julian Bashir - “It’s almost midnight.”

Julian Bashir - “Just kiss me.”

Odo - “Are you hurt?”

Julain Bashir - “Please hold me.”

Benjamin Sisko - “How do you cope?”

Garak - “I’ll keep you warm.”

Dukat - you get hurt trying to defend him

Odo - you’re his adopted child

Miles x Keiko x Reader - Sunflowers

Julian Bashir - Insecurities

Enemies To Lovers With Odo Would Include…

Garak - Pregnant

Garak - Lulled To Sleep

Quark (platonic) - Marital Advice

Garak - “So, you like me?”

Garak - Rescue Party

Julian Bashir - Growing Family

Garak - Presents

Ezri Dax x Julian Bashir - Moving In

Julian Bashir (platonic) - Worries

Kira Nerys - Stress

Kira x Dax - Pride Month

Weyoun - “I don’t understand.”

Nog x Jake - Pleasure

Weyoun - “You’re the only one for me.” [NSFW]

Weyoun - “Please wake up.”

Enemies to Lovers With Kira Nerys Would Include...

Weyoun 6 Living on the Station Would Include...

Worf x Jadzia - “I love us.”

Weyoun - “Why did you take that shot for me?”

Cuddling With Weyoun Would Include...

Discovery:

Gabriel Lorca - “Did I stutter?”

Ash Tyler - “I need you.”

Saru - Christmas Gifts

Saru - You’re Overworked

Michael Burnham - “That was hot.”

Michael Burnham - She Saves Your Life

Saru - Confidence Boost

Christopher Pike - Longing

Christopher Pike - Longing part 2

Sylvia Tilly - Romance In Sickbay

Saru - Homesick

Ash Tyler x Michael Burnham - “Breathe with me.”

Christopher Pike - You’re In Labour

Being Saru’s First Officer and Best Friend Would Include...

Spock - “To say that was unexpected is an understatement.”

Enterprise:

Jonathan Archer - “Leave her alone.”

Malcolm Reed - you’re his sister

Trip Tucker - de-con talks

Malcolm Reed - PDA

Jonathan Archer - jefferies tube acoustics

Jonathan Archer - “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

Jonathan Archer - “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”

Dating Jonathan Archer would include…

Malcolm Reed - “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”

Being friends with Trip Tucker would include…

Jonathan Archer - “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

Malcom Reed - “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!”

Trip Tucker - you’re shy

Jonathan Archer - “I thought you were dead.”

Malcolm Reed - you’re taken hostage

Trip Tucker - sleepless nights

Malcolm Reed - “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

Jonathan Archer - “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

Being Trip Tucker's  twin would include…

Malcolm Reed - “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

Jonathan Archer - dress shopping

Jonathan Archer - pillow fights

Trip Tucker being your boss would include…

Cheering Jonathan Archer up would include…

Phlox - you avoid him

Jonathan Archer - nightmares

Helping Trip Tucker in engineering would include…

Jonathan Archer - horseback riding

Malcolm Reed - cuddles after a mission

Jonathan Archer - hideouts

Malcolm Reed - “Because I love you.”

Phlox - Trip sets you two up

Jonathan Archer - “This shuttle was roomier before I realized I’m attracted to you.”

Malcolm Reed - “Can I kiss you?”

Malcolm Reed - sexting on PADDs

Phlox - you hide an injury from him

Trip Tucker - “It was just a dream.”

Jonathan Archer - “Am I dreaming?”

Trip Tucker - “I just want you to hold me.”

Malcolm Reed - Emotional Trauma

Malcolm Reed - He Sees Your Scars

Trip Tucker - “Thank God you’re okay.”

Malcolm Reed - You’re Ill

Malcolm Reed - “I don’t fit in.”

Trip Tucker - Restless Nights

Enemies To Lovers With Malcolm Reed Would Include…

Malcolm Reed - Labouring Mission

Trip Tucker - Jealousy [NSFW]

Dating T'Pol Would Include…

Malcolm Reed - Nightmares

Trip Tucker - Tension

Malcolm Reed - Destiny

Malcolm Reed - “I’m broken.”

Malcolm x Trip - Caught [NSFW]

Shran - Blue Boy

Trip x T'Pol - New Life

Malcolm Reed - The Way I See You

Malcolm Reed - Confessions

Being Trip Tucker’s Sibling and Jonathan Archer’s Partner Would Include…

Trip Tucker - Helping Hand

Being Pregnant With Phlox’s Baby Would Include...

Malcolm Reed - Destressing [NSFW]

Jonathan Archer - Too Busy

Trip Tucker - “You can’t protect me forever.”

Malcolm Reed - Mistletoe

Picard:

Chris Rios - “Thank you for not dying.”

Elnor - Quiet Time

Strange New Worlds:

Christopher Pike - Longing

Christopher Pike - Longing part 2

Christopher Pike (platonic) - Mentor

Christopher Pike - Brink of Death

Spock - “To say that was unexpected is an understatement.”

Spock - Fireplace

The Next Generation:

Falling in love with Data would include…

Dating Data would include…

Data - “Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

Data - you tell Tasha and Deanna about your crush

Worf - “You did this for me?”

Data - pet names

Data - “You never told me you had a fucking twin.”

Jean-Luc Picard flirting with you would include…

Q loving you would include…

Being friends with Worf would include…

Jean-Luc Picard - he realizes he loves you

Data - “When I picture myself happy … it’s with you.”

Will Riker - midnight visits

Will Riker being a father figure to you would include…

Data - he protects you

Data - bathing with the emotion chip

Data - you repair him

Will Riker - cuddles

Dating Wesley Crusher would include…

Data - he teaches you how to fight

Will Riker - “I’m sorry I had to kick you out when you were possessed.”

First time with Jean-Luc Picard would include…

Data - “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

Q - “You’re so hot when angry.”

Wesley Crusher - “You said my name in your sleep.”

Data - you get caught kissing

Data - hometown trip

Data - stuck on a cold planet

Will Riker- “If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.”

Deanna Troi crushing on a girl would include…

Data - “Are you hurt?”

Reginald Barclay - Fencing

Reginald Barclay - Unexpected

Data - Teacher

Deanna Troi - Feeling Down

Data - First Meetings

Wesley Crusher - Hidden Talents

Being Will And Deanna’s Child Would Include…

Visiting Risa With Will Riker Would Include…

Will Riker - Confessions

Beverly and Jean-Luc’s Date Nights Would Include…

Data - First Date

Having Worf as a Father Figure Would Include…

Will Riker - All Partied Out

Data - “You must breathe.”

Will Riker - “I love you.”

Coming Out As Bisexual To Q Would Include…

Being Married to Jean-Luc Picard Would Include…

Worf - “What were you thinking?”

Data - Art Teacher

Beverly Crusher - “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Being a Scientist and Dating Q Would Include...

Data - “I suppose we would make a good couple.”

Voyager:

B'Elanna Torres - best friends

Going on a date with the Doctor would include…

Tom Paris - date night

Kathryn Janeway- “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”

Doctor - “I love you, you asshole.”

Harry Kim - “I thought you were dead.”

Being friends with Tom and Harry would include…

Chakotay - near death confessions

Icheb - you’re shy

Being Harry Kim’s twin would include…

Being shy around the doctor would include…

Q Loving You Would Include…

Doctor - “You did this for me?”

Being Icheb’s friend would include…

The doctor being jealous would include…

Tom Paris - kidnapped

Harry Kim - “This shuttle was a lot roomier before …”

Keeping the doctor company would include…

Q junior - “You’re hot. Shame about your personality.”

Chakotay - “You love me.”

Q - “You’re so hot when you’re angry.”

Harry Kim - mismatched uniforms

Dating Icheb would include…

Harry Kim - he proposes

Kathryn Janeway - you’re insecure

Icheb - first date

The Doctor - talent show

Harry Kim - “Please don’t go.”

Dating Q Junior Would Include…

Chakotay x Kathryn Janeway - Dancing The Night Away

Date Night With Chakotay Would Include…

Tom Paris - Old Flames

Dating Tuvok Would Include…

Dating Seven Of Nine Would Include…

Q Junior Being Jealous Would Include…

Harry Kim - You’re Tom’s Sister

Tom x B'Elanna - “I’m scared, all right?!”

Kathryn Janeway - Locked Up

Being Kathryn Janeway’s Kid and Living on Voyager Would Include…

Coming Out As Bisexual To Q Would Include…

Tom Paris (platonic) - Different

Seven of Nine - Exploring

The Doctor (platonic) - Aromantic

Comforting Kathryn Janeway Would Include…

Tom Paris - “You are enough.”

Cuddling With Q Would Include…

Kathryn Janeway - Here For You

Friends to Lovers With Chakotay Would Include...

Harry Kim - Avoidance

Being a Scientist and Dating Q Would Include...

[2018shawn]

newborn???

I’m soft for dad!Tom atm so how about surprising him that you’re pregnant by giving him a mini Spider-Man suit. 🥺🥺🥺

a/n: I can’t believe how much I’m writing am I feeling OkAyY??? I really loved this request so THANK U I also really enjoyed writing this and think it may be one of my favourite things ever wieghnksd thank u to @shawnsmoose​ for putting up with me annoying her 

a/n 2.0: can we also appreciate the ending bc I feel it is true tom style ... caring ... but not necessary 

warnings: the teeniest tiniest talk of smut until Tom does a tom. swearing I think?? maybe??? fluff???? TESSA. BABIES. HAPPY BYE 

You sighed, looking at the ridiculously big clock on the wall opposite you. 6pm; Still at least another hour until Tom got home and that’s with the best of traffic. Straightening the table runner yet again, you brushed over it with your hands to remove any creases before moving on to straightening the cutlery. It was funny, really; that you thought cooking tom’s favourite dinner would somehow soften the blow of the news you had to break to him.

Okay, you said aloud to yourself, stepping back with your hands on your hips to admire your - if you say so yourself – perfect display. Checking under your seat where you always sat, you made sure the small gift bag was there, just in case you’d dreamt putting it there, nodding to yourself when you saw it sat waiting. Might as well make a start on the vegetables.

In the kitchen, you played some soft music to calm your nerves. You stood in the door of the refrigerator, the light hitting you as you squinted at the half-finished bottle of white wine which was screaming your name. It’s gonna be a long 9 months. Sighing as you grabbed the peach lemonade instead; you flipped it towards the counter, feeling super impressed with yourself when it landed upright. Tom and Jake would never, you thought, laughing to yourself as you recalled their excitement on the plane when they managed to get it in the cup holder in one go.

It was safe to say, after one and a half months of him filming in a completely different country, you were ready for him to return as even the pictures on the walls were rolling their eyes at you talking to yourself. Your phone pinged, and you pulled it from your back pocket before it had even stopped vibrating.

Traffic ain’t too bad. See you soon, baby girl 🥺🏡💛

Can’t wait, roastie’s are in the oven and beers in the fridge 🐷🍺

Marry me? 💛💛💛

You giggled as you were about to shove your phone back in your pocket, another vibration forcing you to open your phone screen again.

Actually, that’s not even a question. You will marry me 🍑😈

“Oh honey, I’m homeeeeee!” He sang, and you heard his suitcase roll across the hard hallway floor before it stopped, assumingly being propped up at the bottom of the stairs. You’d missed his goofy ways, he annoyingly loud voice, his warm hugs.

He practically ran into the kitchen, hitting the breaks when he saw you heading towards his direction. “HI,” he screamed, actually running up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You think he almost knocked you over, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that to happen. Holding you close, he made a super squishy noise as he bear hugged you, lifting you off the ground.

“Hi, baby” You giggled, pulling your head away, your chests still touching, and arms still tangled around each other.

His lips came crashing down, eager to feel you, touch you, taste you. He’d missed you more than he’d let on since he’d been away. He knew you struggled being alone for such a long period of time, so he took it upon himself to be the stronger one, insisting that it wasn’t long until he’d be home and you’re in his arms. He, of course, felt even possibly worse than you did, wanting nothing more to be home with you, to make sure you’re safe. He’d be lying if he said his brothers coming around to borrow his computer shit was all coincidental.

He tasted of a mixture of mento’s, the mint ones, and cherry pepsi max and it felt infectious. He hummed into your lips as your fingers found their way into his bouncy hair and his fingers curled into your waist, almost like he was checking you were actually real. “How long do we have until dinner’s ready?” He smirked, nudging your nose with his.

On cue, the timer on the oven starting a repetitive beep and he groaned, pouting his bottom lip out like a little kid when you walked away, swaying your hips with an extra bounce. He tried distracting you as you dished up your meal, which was the last thing he wanted to eat with you stood in front of him. “Tom, I need to talk to you first, remember.”

“Yeah, but we could also talk after?” His arms were wrapped around your waist as you spooned the vegetable on his overloaded plate; you were definitely a feeder. You swatted his arm away as he tried to steal a roast potato, which were of course covered in your secret seasoning. He managed to sneak one, groaning and whistling out loud when he realised it was far too hot for consumption. Raising your eyebrows, you scowled him as if to say I told you so.

To say he was more interested in tasting you than tasting his dinner, it wasn’t on his plate for longer than 7 minutes, approx, washing the whole thing down with the rest of his beer. He joked that he’d finished filming now, meaning there was room for more food without a strict diet for once.

“So, you wanted to talk?” He asked, leaning back in his chair as he patted at his stomach. Oh the irony.

“Uh, yeh…” you shuffled in your seat, palms feeling sweaty and throat going a little dry, “I got you something.”

You started to bend down, to retrieve your gift from under the table but he slid back in his chair, causing a screech across the wooden floor, “OOOO, NO. I got YOU something!”

“No, Tom, can it…” he was already out the door heading to his suitcase before you could finish, leaving you to finish your sentence, “… wait.”

He came back through, holding a tiny bag, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. “There was this little store and I knew you’d love it, because you like silver jewellery, so I got this made.” He shoved it in your hands, pulling the seat out and sitting next to you, instead of in his normal seat opposite. Your heart warmed at his thoughtful gift, although you had to chew at your lip as your nerves built. Inside was a little box, wrapped in a delicate white ribbon, with assumingly the company name’s initials embossed onto the front. It was like he was watching you open a Christmas present, spilling tails of how he thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s got you yet and if you don’t wear it, he will. Your lips parted as you opened the lid, the silver bangle shining up at you. Wrapped around were three separate charms; two T’s, and your own initial. “Because we’re like a little family, right? And I wanted to be with you, and you…” he laughed as he stroked Tessa who was sat under his feet, “even if I’m physically not.”

You weren’t soft, by any stretch of the imagination, but something about tom made you feel like jelly and melt like butter. “I bloody love you, you idiot.” You beamed, “it’s beautiful, thank you.” You couldn’t help but note how there may soon need to be another initial on there, panicking as you played his words over in your mind. We’re like a little family. What if what you’re about to tell him is going to ruin everything? What if he doesn’t want it? What if he doesn’t want you?

“So… my turn now,” he smiled, fluttering his eyelashes at you. You sighed heavily. Here goes nothing. Reaching under your chair, his eyebrows raised with an impressed glow at your organisation, much different to his presentation. He furrowed his eyebrows, hands reaching out for the small, brown gift bag, clinching his fingers back and forth like a little kid himself.

If he thought you opened your present slowly, boy, did he wanna be in your shoes right now. He fought with the white tissue paper you’d wrapped the small item in, muttering to himself as he eventually just ragged it out and threw it behind him, tessa immediately jumping to it and running around with it in her mouth like the proudest dog in the world.

The pattern of the item was familiar to him - how could it not be? The red and blue suit, with black lines decorating the majority, was exceptionally smaller compared to the one he wore on set. His face was scrunched up in confusion, “you know I can just get one that fits me right?”

“It’s not meant to fit you,” you rolled your eyes, reaching over and turning over the size tag that was still attached.

“First size/newborn” he whispered to himself, “newborn...”

He sat for about 10 seconds in silence, and it killed you, because it felt like 10 hours. His eyes finally snapped up to meat your worried overwatch, “NEWBORN?!”

Excitingly repeating the word, he pointed at the small baby grow “newborn?”

Then to his (in true Tom style) his penis, “newborn?”

And then finally to your lower stomach, “newborn?”

You nodded, bringing your lips together into a thin line as you let him digest the news. He grabbed the small sleepsuit, clutching it in his hand as he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to never let go. “I didn’t know if you wanted this yet, and I understand if you’re not ready, and we can talk, but I really think I...”

He pulled you back, a hand on each shoulder, resting his forehead against yours. “Y/N, this is the best fucking this to ever happen to me, to us. Thank you so much...” your eyes filled up, just as his did, only yours was with relief. You’d never considered getting rid of the baby, and hoped Tom didn’t want to either, but you did come to accept that he might not be ready.

“I think I should thank you, it’s you that looked really hot at the premiere. And it’s also you that didn’t pull out quick enough, evidently” You giggled, and he laughed too, using his thumbs to wipe the tears that were only just escaping your eyes.

“You looked hot too.” He stated, giving you a peck on the lips. “How long have you known?”

“About a week, I knew your dumb ass would fly home and ruin filming for something that’s the size of a blueberry.”

“Oh my god, we got a baby blueberryyyy” he grinned, his hand coming down to rest on your stomach.

“I mean, yeh, but at the minute all you’ll feel is just roast potatoes in there”

Tucked up in bed, you rested on his chest, his fingers drawing random patterns on your side as you leant into him. “Are we really.. gonna do this?” You stuttered out, feeling his lips press to the top of your head.

He adjusted so you shuffled gently onto your back, rolling himself on top of you, leaning on his forearms to be careful not to crush you, and your blueberry. “I wouldn’t ever force you to keep it... him... her? Baby berry?... But I know you’re just scared. And I am too but that’s ok.” He pressed loving kisses to your tingling lips between each set of words as your hands toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I mean, we were gonna have one eventually.”

“We were?” You smirked, interested to hear more.

“Mhmmm...” he hummed, moving his lips from your mouth and across your jaw, eventually ending up at the delicate skin on your neck as he spoke, “I think 3. 1 boy, 1 girl, 1 blueberry...” Your laugh filled the room at not only his tom-ness, but the way his breath tickled your neck as he spoke. “In a big house, and another tessa, maybe a couple more chickens because my kids are gonna love dippy egg and soldiers.”

His tongue lapped the areas his teeth were nibbling, swapping his needy, harsh touch for a more gentle approach. You groaned into him, back arching as he grazed all your sensitive spots, his hands running up your t shirt and cupping your breast. You moaned his name into him, with nothing but love filling the word.

Your nipples grew hard between his fingers as he toyed with you, barely noticing how he was moving around on top of you, reaching over to the bedside drawer and rummaging through.

“Tom, what on Earth are you doing?” You laughed.

“Getting a condom?

[xoluvx]

London Boy - t.h x reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Singer!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Request: So what about, singer!reader and she wrote ‘London boy’ by Taylor Swift, and just like his reaction to the song and shit 🥰🥺

a/n: I’d previously gotten a request to write about singer reader performing Lover/London Boy at an award show and revealing her engagement to Tom. The request above is a perfect preface for that blurb. So here I am writing it. I haven’t edited this, just wanted to get it out before I left my house. Enjoy. 

When you are done reading this one - read more here 💖

Is it silly to say that when you pictured your future, you saw yourself marrying an American man and having the whole white picket fence and three children fantasy? Because if it is, then you were an absolute buffoon. You know Carrie Underwood’s All American Girl? Yeah, that’s what you envisioned. I mean, she was a huge inspiration for the songs you wrote and sang. 

That is, until you met him. Recording a song for the soundtrack of his movie was probably one of the biggest steps in your career. Not that you weren’t doing good on your own, you were. But being on the Spider-Man soundtrack, millions maybe billions of people listening to your voice, was a huge step. That was something you signed up for right away. 

The day you met him, you were only suppose to get a quick tour of where filming was happening. An insider look since you were being featured on the soundtrack. No snooping. And as far as you were concerned, they wouldn’t be filming that day. So you wouldn’t meet any of them. 

Lies. Complete lies. They weren’t filming. But they were all there. Jacob, Zendaya, Jake and Tom. Tom ‘Spider-Man himself’ Holland.

As you walked by, you couldn’t remember your surroundings, you heard him laughing. Turning your head towards the harmonious sound, you spotted him. Head tilted back slightly, hands tugging at the bottom of his shirt. You saw his dimples and you swore that was the cutest face you’d ever seen. And then, then you heard his accent. 

“Y/n? I’m a huge fan,” he was sprinting towards you, leaving the crew behind. The smile on his face was making your heart flutter as his hand reached out to you. You took his hand; his handshake was firm, but his touch was soft.  

“You? A huge fan of me?” you scoffed hand still locked with his. You couldn’t believe such a lie. How could he be a fan of you? I mean he was Tom freaking Holland. You still couldn’t believe it until he name one of your songs, his head moving to a makeshift beat he was making on the spot. 

A chuckle escaped your lips as you watched his head bob. Then you realized your hand was still holding his and now suddenly your face burning and you needed to find shelter. 

“I’m making you blush?” His smile was cocky, but his eyes were sweet. So sweet like chocolate. You shook your head, hiding your face from him not wanting him to see what he was doing to you. But he knew. 

And the rest was history. Brief summary: he asked you out, you said yes, a kiss or two later he asked you to be his girlfriend, you said yes. It was all sweet and dandy, except for one big detail. You weren’t public. 

Two years. Two years of hiding your relationship with Tom. How was it possible that you were able to hide your love for this man from the world? Well, simple put. You didn’t. The majority of your songs after having been with Tom were about him. You couldn’t not write about him. He was everything you’d hope for and more. He was your white picket fence and you wanted those three kids. You really did. 

“Hey, babe. Come in here, I wrote something.” You called out from the makeshift studio you and Tom had built in your shared home. A home that no one knew you shared with him. Tom peeked his head from the couch watching your radiant smile and hand calling him over. 

He jumped from the couch, eager to listen to your music. He really was a big fan. Now, he couldn’t believe that 99% of your songs were about him. 

“You ready?” you asked with a huge smile as you watched him settle into the chair you had in there specially for him. He’d sit there late at night when the lyrics were flowing or when you just couldn’t find the right words or the right beat. He was there, in that chair. 

“Wait, you’ve got a name for it?” he asked his eyes curious as he rubbed his hands excitedly. 

“London Boy,” you were excited and you couldn’t hide it. The smile on your face was ridiculously sickening.You just really freaking love this song because you really freaking loved him. Your London Boy. 

Tom’s ears perked at the name. His eyes twinkling already, like they so often did when you played him new music. He was going to cry, you just knew it. 

You played a very run down, not at all studio version, of the song on your guitar. It always started that way. Just you and your guitar. 

The song felt a lot more intimate for Tom, who indeed, had teary eyes as he heard sing about all the memories you’d shared in the past two years. From meeting his childhood 'mates’ for the first time to visiting his hometown and making you be a total tourist. 

By the time you were down singing, Tom was a full on mess. Huge grin. Despite the squinty eyes, you could see the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. You didn’t think this song would have this big of an effect on him.

“Darling, I fancy you.” He quoted standing from the chair and grabbing your face pulling your attention from your guitar. His lips were on yours in seconds. Just pressed on you, savoring the taste of your lips. Your soft lips that he loved so damn much. The lips he loved to kiss goodnight and kiss good morning. The lips that sang such beautiful things to him and made him putty in your hands. 

“I love you, darling” you mocked whispering against his lips. You felt him smile before his lips started moving. He was now kneeling in front of you, your faces parallel. Your guitar long forgotten as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders pulling him closer. 

You lived for this. You lived for days like this, for moments like this with your London Boy and you couldn’t wait to have that white picket fence with him. 

-

read more here 💖

[allaboutthebooz]

Send My Love (To Your New Lover) Part Seventeen

Summary: Y/N gets many surprises.

Warnings: Angst, mild fluff, drunk reader

A/N: Sorry I haven’t updated this in a while, but life is crazy right now. Not overly crazy, but I’ve been studying for Midterms and juggling my mom/wife life, as well as new inventory for my store! But here it is! Part 17! Enjoy!

Missed something? Catch up here.

The sun began flooding in through your open curtains and shining behind your eyelids, making you groan. You roll over and peek and eye open, thinking you would find Jared fast asleep., but he wasn’t there. You reach behind you to feel for your phone on the nightstand by the bed. You feel it under your fingers and grip it in your hand, so it doesn’t fall to the floor. You light up the screen to see what time it is. It’s only 6:45 in the morning. Where did Jared go?

You lay in bed for a minute and listen to the space around you. Juno isn’t at your feet, so he must have gotten up to take her out. You throw the covers off of you and swing your legs over the edge. You stretch your arms above your head and stand up. Heading into the bathroom to pee and to pull your unruly hair up into a messy bun. Moving back into the bedroom and towards the door, you hear hushed whispers. Confused you move beyond the doorway and peer into the living room, you don’t see anyone. You move into the living room and spot Jared standing at the kitchen counter, and beside him is someone you weren’t expecting for a few more days. Jake. Your fiancé. The love of your life.

“Jake!”

He turns to look at you and smiles. You both move at the same time and meet each other in the middle. He pulls you into him and holds you tight. “What are you doing here? I told you I would be fine.”

He pulls away and gives you a quick, but passionate kiss. “Yeah you told me that, but I needed to be here. Mom understands. And you did say to stay until after the party. Plus, Jared called me while I was on the plane. Said my girl needed me.”

You look behind him and Jared and you both smile at each other. You see how tired he is. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

“You know I couldn’t. I Was just starting to doze off an hour and a half ago when Jake poked his head in the room. Instead of waking you, we figured we would talk and wait for you to wake up on your own.”

“Well, thank the sun then. I forgot to close the curtains last night. But why don’t you guys get some sleep. You’ve both up all night, get some rest and then maybe we can show Jared around the city?”

“Actually, I have to get a few things first. Like some of my own clothes. So, I was going to do that and then we can figure something out.”

“You should get some sleep first, Jare.”

“Eh, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

“Fine, but I don’t want to hear it later when we’re walking around the city. But if you must go, you can take my car.”

“Thanks, I was going to anyways.” He smiles and brings his cup of coffee up to his mouth to take a sip. You laugh and shake your head.

“Alright, well I’m going to take a shower.” You look at Jake and smile. “Are you going to join me, so I can show you how much I missed you before you crash?”

“And I’m out!” Jared grabs your keys off the hook and makes a quick exit, making you and Jake laugh.

+++

It was close to noon before Jared came back to your apartment. Jake had gotten a little bit of sleep, while you ate something and cleaned up a little bit. You both were currently sitting on the couch, binging Brooklyn 99, when the door opens and in burst two mini versions of Jared.  Before you could even process what was happening, you were being bombarded by tiny humans and Juno’s excessive barking was filling the apartment.

“What are you all doing here?! How did you get here?! What is going on?!” You ask through the pile of limbs and brown hair that you were currently buried under. You pull each of them back enough to see Tom and Shep’s cute faces grinning at you. You look passed them and spot Gen and Jared in the entryway, Odette wiggling in Jared’s arms. You stretch your arms out as best as you can, and he puts her down. She runs as quick as her tiny feet can carry her, before she climbs on top of her brothers.

“We came to see you. Jared called me last night after Jensen left and I didn’t know if Jake was coming home or not, so I booked the first flight out. I figured you could use their love.” Gen tells you as she sets the bags she was holding, down next to her feet. Her smile never wavering.

You squeeze all three kids as best you can. “My munchkins. Genevieve, you are one brave mama to bring all three on the plane by yourself.” You praise her.

“Well, they’re aunt Y/N is worth it. You need your family and we’re not going anywhere.”

The kids climb off of you and onto the floor to play with Juno. They laugh and squeal as she kisses their faces. You stand up and move towards them. “You guys are the absolute best.” You hug Gen and she gives you a squeeze in return. You move back towards Jake and he stands beside you, leaving his spot on the couch. “Well, we planned on showing Jared around the city, but I don’t know if you want to drag the kiddos around the Big Apple. We can go to lunch and figure it out.”

+++

There was no way that all of you would fit in you SUV, so you gathered what you needed for the kids, mainly O, and headed out. There was a great pizza place down the street from your apartment. Close enough to walk and to let the kids stretch their legs. Your neighborhood was more upscale than most, but it paid to be famous. The streets weren’t overly crowded and the people that did walk around all of you, were used to seeing famous faces on the streets, so not many people stopped to ask for pictures or ogle you as you walked by.

+++

After Lunch, Jared and Jake took the kids to the park while you and Gen had some girl time and went shopping in the area. You wanted to buy some more things for the apartment, but also wanted to wait. Jake was in the process of getting his apartment on the market, both of you wanting to move in together before you had to fly out to Atlanta.

You browsed the furniture stores in the area for a bit, but eventually left with nothing. You both headed down the shopping strip, sunglasses over your eyes, enjoying the New York sun.

“You’ve been so quiet, Bug.”

You look towards her as you pull open the door to the next shop. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“What’s running through that head of yours?”

You browse the clothes on the rack nearby and shake your head. “I just hope Jensen’s okay. I know it’s stupid for me to be thinking about him, but I can’t help it. I know I should be mad about him just showing up on my doorstep and I’m not.”

“Well, hun. That’s understandable. You were together a long time, but he can’t keep stringing you along anymore. He can’t decide that when he’s found a new shiny to, that he can just get rid of the old one, but then want it back when someone else picks it up off the ground, cleans it up, and starts to play with it. That’s not how life is. He let you go, and it took you so long to get over him. Now that you’re moving on and getting married to Jake, he decides that he’s wanted you all along. Nuh uh. Not in our family.”

You touch Gen’s arm, calming her rant. “Okay, I get it. Trust me, I do. But all I’m saying is that I don’t blame him.”

“Well, then I’ll blame him enough for the both of us.” She huffs and looks around. “Let’s go get drunk.”

“What? Gen, it’s not even two o’clock yet.”

“In the words of Jimmy Buffett ‘It’s five o’clock somewhere.’ Besides, when was the last time that you just let go. Come on! The guys have the kids! Let’s go drink like the world is ending.”

“I don’t know, Gen.”

She grabs your arms and drags you from the store. “No, we’re doing this. You need this.”

You roll your eyes but follow her out of the store.

+++

Two hours later, Jake strolls through the door of the bar you and Gen were currently occupying. He finds you both playing a game of pool, a stack of glasses and bottles littering the table beside you. He moves through the early afternoon crowd. Reaching the table as you bend over and take a shot, sinking a stripe in the corner pocket. You stand up straight and cheer. He smiles, putting his hand on your back. You spin around clumsily to see who was touching you, ready to tell them off. You smile bright, a hazy look in your eyes from all the alcohol running through your veins.

“Hey! It’s my fiancé! Gen, this is my fiancé! Isn’t he the most handsome man you’ve ever seen?” You grip his cheeks in one hand, making his mouth pucker. Gen sits in the chair and laughs, not as under the influence as you are, but enough. “Gosh, you’re so hot. How did I get so lucky?” You begin to ramble, and he laughs.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him, in case you stumble. “Alright, Smalls. Time to go home.”

You wag your eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? You wanna take me home?”

He nods, knowing where your mind is going and playing along.  “Sure, do.” He looks over at Gen, giving her a nod to come too. She stands and takes his other arm in hers. “Must be my lucky night.”

“Sure is, baby.” You slur, resting your head on his shoulder.

He gets you both out of the bar and he opens the back door to your car, he lays you across the backseat as Gen climbs up front. Within minutes, you’re asleep.

He climbs in the front and starts the engine.

“Well, you can never doubt her love you.” Gen tells him.

He smirks. “I never have.”

“Not even when she told you that Jensen ran out of his wedding?” She turns her head to look at him.

He glances at her, taking in a breath. He turns back to look at you for a second before looking forward again. Your little snores filling the silence. “Even then. I know she loves me. I will never doubt that, but I know she will always love him. I can’t blame her for that. And I will admit, that when I heard he was looking for her, I was a little worried, but then I remembered how screwed up she was because of him and I remember what Jared told. About what happened when she called him the day Jensen walked out on her. Then I was just angry. Angry at him for thinking he can just have her back like she was some kind of doll. Angry that he would think he could take my girl from me.” He shakes his head. “I knew she wouldn’t leave with him. Even after all that they went through and how much she still loves him, she wouldn’t do that to me. Do the same thing that he did to her. She may still love him, but she proved how much she loves me more and that is more important than anything. She’s my whole world and I don’t want to let her go.”

Gen is quiet. He thinks she must have fallen asleep, but when he glances over at her, she’s just staring at him with so much affection. “And we can’t thank you enough for loving her so much. She deserves that love and I’m so happy that she has found that with you.” She smiles at him and then turns to look at you. “She is such a bright star in our lives, and I was so devastated when her light burned out, but you brought it back. I haven’t seen her that happy in a long time.”

“She should always shine bright.”

Gen hums as Jake pulls the car to the curb outside of the apartment building. They climb out and Jake peels you from the backseat, you barely stir. He holds you through the entire elevator ride and carries you through the threshold of your apartment, Gen shushing the kids as he moves through the apartment to your bedroom. He lays you on the bed and strips you of your dress and heels. Pulling one of his shirts from the drawer and sliding it over your head. He settles you beneath the covers and kisses your forehead.

“I love you, Smalls. So much.”

You peek your eyes open a tad and give him a lazy smile. “I love you, Bubby.” You whisper, before sliding your eyes closed again and snuggling deeper into the covers. “Thank you for coming home.” You murmur.

“Always.”

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[oh-surprise-its-me]

So I'm writing of chris not remembering Ron, but!! The opposite.

Maybe an accident during a mission, or perhaps when he's home. Bad enough that Ron forgets pretty much everything.

He sees Chris and Tom (maybe Jake too, or everyone, depending on when it happens), he says Tom's name and they're like well, It makes sense, he knew him the most, before realizing the name is on the tag of his uniform, and that was why. He read it.

They try to be hopeful, he will remember, at one point or another, but damn-- it's painful to have your boyfriend/husband (in Tom's case his platonic, once upon a time not so much, soulmate) not remembering you.

Omg I can’t wait to read your version. I love how we hurt them <3

It’s like 1995 when this happens so Jake is 7ish.

He hits his head again. That’s the first thing Tom knows when they eject. Ron is conscious this time when they fall into the water. He throws up as soon as they stop rocking. “Tired Tommy. Head hurts gonna sleep for a while.” Tom starts screaming. He can’t help it.

-

When Chris gets the call he drops a glass in the middle of the kitchen. Jake comes running from the other room. “It’s okay. It’s fine. Sorry baby. We’re gonna clean this up and then drive to the base okay? Your dad just got back with Uncle Tom.”

Jake let’s out a cheer. “Baby.” Jake turns. “Your dad got a bit hurt this last time okay? We need to see how he is before tackling him.” Jake’s eyes go wide. He nods. “Go back a bag hon.” He takes off.

Chris doesn’t want to lie to Jake but he can’t help it.

Ron had been surrounded by people. The tiny brown haired one kicked them all out with a promise of coming back eventually. He knows the tall blond is the one he was in a plane with. Knows his name is Tom and he got excited when Ron said his name and then crushed when he pointed at the name tag. Tom’s been crying a lot. Ron also knows he has a wedding ring on, he doesn’t know who he’s married to.

He doesn’t know a whole lot right now. A small blond child sticks their head into the room. “Dad?” Oh Tom must have a kid. God that had to of been terrifying for Tom to leave his kid. He’s proven right when Tom picks the kid up with a kiss to the head.

“Who’s this Tommy?” Ron watches as Tom flinched at the name. Odd. “This here is Jake Seresin. Isn’t he adorable.”

Ron nods, he’s a cute kid. Small. But cute. He waves.

Ron doesn’t know why but there’s a sensation of joy when he looks at Jake. He must be happy for Tom.

A smaller blond man walks into the room. Ron gets that tug of joy again. But he has no clue who the man is. Clearly he’s been crying. “Are you okay?” The man blinks at him. “Tommy take Jake down to get a cookie please.” Tom looks around for a second and this kisses the blond’s head. “You got it Chris.”

Oh. Oh.

Now the feeling in Ron’s chest is pain. He can’t place why. He definitely likes Tom, he seems like a great guy. He should be happy for him that he’s able to have a family.

The man, who’s name is apparently Chris, sits on the chair closest to the bed. “You remember me at all?”

Ron shakes his head. “No. But you caused the heart monitor to beep faster so I think I should.”

Chris laughs. God this is insane. “You know who Jake is?” Another head shake no. “My kid. Your kid. Fuck. Our kid.”

Ron blinks. “You’re lying. I could never score someone like you and have a kid.”

Chris opens and closes his hands. “Frankly I’m not sure you’re allowed to have opinions about what you think right now considering you didn’t even remember Tommy.”

Ron guesses that’s a fair point if he knew what it meant. “Docs say you can come home in a week. You might remember by then or you won’t. It will be fine either way. I’ll take care of you.”

Ron smiles. He trusts Chris. Can’t place why but knows he can.

Jake comes back into the room with Tom trailing behind him. Jake stands next to the bed looking at Ron. He has a weird sense of déjà vu where he thinks this isn’t the first time Jake’s stood there like that.

He picks him up and tucks him under his arm. Jake lights up. Chris has a cute kid.

They have a cute kid.

God Ron has a kid.

“Wanna color my Spider-Man book?” Ron come out of his panic. “Absolutely kiddo.” Jake smiles up at him. Chris has slid over and is whispering with Tom.

They color almost all the pages until Jake stars to crash. Ron lays down more. Jake crawls onto him. He’s fully laying on Ron’s chest tiny as hell. Ron smiles and kisses his head. “Sleep chickie.”

He doesn’t know why he says it. He just knows it’s right. He drifts off listening to Jake breathe.

He misses Chris’s gasp in the corner and how Tom has to catch him from collapsing.

————

Six weeks after the crash it’s all mostly back to him. He can’t believe he forgot Chris and Jake. Fuck, and Tom.

He’s foggy on names still but the doctors said that’s to be expected. He can remember names of things in polish and not English. Jake has to play translator at the store some times, Ron’s suddenly thankful they live in a smaller town. Most people know what happened. They all try to help him if he struggles for too long.

Chris sobbed when Ron kissed him and said he loved him. To be fair that was in the first two weeks. Ron didn’t totally remember him but he knew how much he loved this man.

Fortunately Jake is very go with the flow. He helps around and likes to tell stories if Ron forgets things.

The doctors say he’ll be fine eventually. He knows he might never get everything back but he’ll have what’s most important.

[melodramatic-glasses-character]

1.) what’s a song you depict with your childhood? - Free Bird, Lynrd Skynrd. My dad showed it to me when he found out I was learning electric guitar


2.) did you have a memorable childhood pet? - lovely lab/Doberman called Bella and a cat called Charlie


3.) have you ever been drunk? - many many times, amigos


4.) have you ever tried drugs? - I smoke weed pretty regularly (helps me sleep) and I tried Nos once at a friends house


5.) have you ever completely regretted what you’ve said? - so many times


6.) have you ever made someone cry? On occasion


7.) has someone ever made you cry? - only once, ever, since my dad left


8.) have you ever been in love? if so, describe the moment you knew it. - I’ve been in love so many times and each time has been different and varied and wonderful. I was thinking today that those first few months of being in love with someone are some of the best experiences life can offer


9.) which came first the chicken or the egg? - seriously? The fucking chicken


10.) are you part of the lgbtq+ community? do you support them? - I’m bisexual, but I don’t consider myself part of the community because apparently I’m ‘straight passing’ or ‘doing it for the attention’ and I’ve never been really accepted into that sphere (me being a Christian probably has something to do with that too) But I’ll always support them because nobody else fucking does in this world.

11.) how many siblings do you have? - two siblings, and a half sister who I never see


12.) have you ever been in love with someone you couldn’t love? - I’ve been in love with a lot of people. A few people that never got to show love to, and a few who I couldn’t love the way they needed me to


13.) are you a good cook? - I have a select few meals I can cook really well. The rest? Nah


14.) what is your favorite tv show? - at the moment, Brooklyn nine nine, but I also love sense8. I’m more of an anime man tho


15.) what is the last movie you cried during? - spirit stallion of the cimmoran, when I was four


16.) what are songs you’ve cried to when you first heard them? (if any) - nah, but the closest I’ve come was the first time I ever heard Crash Land by Twin Atlantic


17.) do you have a middle name? - two middle names, but I’m not about to share them here


18.) have you been out of your country? - yeah a few times. I LOVE ITALY


19.) are you a chocolate fan or not? - I can take or leave it?


20.) how many people have you kissed? - I have kissed a large number of people and I regret nothing. Kissing is great


21.) what is your favorite album? - that’s a very difficult question. Probably Wilder Mind by Mumford


22.) what is your dream car? - @luxury-pie a yellow 2010 Ferrari California


23.) what is your lucky/favorite number? - 8. Never known why, but 8 is my number


24.) what is your favorite flower? - I don’t really like specific flowers. Daisies are pretty tho


25.) books or movies, why? - books, because I don’t have the attention span for movies


26.) have you ever been on a blind date? - no, should I have?


27.) has one of your friends ever backstabbed you? - no, nothing serious or hurtful, but…


28.) have you ever backstabbed one of your friends? - I have. Brutally and awfully and I regret it so much


29.) what thing do you symbolize love with? - love is doing shit you couldn’t care less for gladly because you know it’ll make somebody else happy.


30.) do you have neat handwriting? - I have the fucking worst handwriting of anyone I know


31.) do you have a friend with benefits? - nah, although I have in the past and really enjoyed it. She’s great and we’re still really good friends and chat shit all the time


32.) do you want a friend with benefits? - not right now, I’m more than happy with my girlfriend


33.) if you could be anything in the world, what would you be? - happy and financially stable


34.) have you ever been blackout drunk? - I’ve lost memory while drunk, but never blacked out. This particular occasion I had a race down a line of Jaeger shots and woke up in bed with a friends hot sister. No memory of the night after the jaeger race tho


35.) have you ever met someone famous? - not mad famous no.


36.) how many concerts have you been to? - too many to count


37.) which concerts have you been to? - awesome ones


38.) do you have a hidden talent? - I have a great many talents but most people who know me know about them. For tumblrs benefit, I play nine instruments, write fiction relatively well, sing fairly well, and give really good head


39.) what do you do when you’re stressed? - panic. And smoke. And sometimes if I’m lucky, I smoke some weed


40.) do you think money can buy love? - money can’t buy shit that matters


41.) how old would you date? - maybe 25 rn? But I prefer a year either way


42.) have you ever done something illegal? - a fair chunk of illegal shit yeah. Particularly as a teenager


43.) what is your biggest fear? - becoming like my dad


44.) what is an unusual fear you have? - long ass tunnels


45.) can you drive? - not legally, no


46.) do you believe in supernatural creatures? - angels and shit. No fucking ghosts though


47.) do you believe in karma? - good comes around, but bad shit sometimes happens to good people


48.) what is one quality you need in your partner? - they should preferably like me


49.) do looks matter? - as an added bonus, certainly, but they’re nowhere near the most important thing


50.) does size matter? - no it fucking does not


51.) who is the last person you forgave? - truly forgave? Probably my dad. He’s the only person who’s ever wronged me enough to mean that it’s a conscious effort to forgive them.


52.) what is your favorite ice cream flavor? - cookie dough.


53.) what languages can you speak besides english? - none


54.) ever been on a plane? - yeah, I’ve flown a few planes too


55.) ever been on a boat? - yeah, but I prefer planes


56.) is there anyone you’ve lost touch with that you wish you hadn’t? - I’ve moved house so many times, so I’ve left a lot of people behind


57.) are there any friendships you regret? - no, no matter how they ended. Friendship, no matter how lasting or fleeting, is always a precious gift


58.) are there any friendships you wish you could make? - few of you guys in tumblr


59.) have you ever stayed awake for 24 (+) hours? I haven’t slept in the last 50 hours and I seriously need to


60.) have you ever walked outside after 12 am? - oh yeah, loads. I love night time


61.) have you ever seen a sunrise completely through? - yeah my girlfriend and I cycled two hours to the beach at three in the morning so we could watch the sunrise together at five


62.) are you scared of rollercoasters? - nah I enjoy them


63.) on a scale of 1-10 how stressed are you usually? - a solid 6.75


64.) do you have any plans this weekend? - working tbh. On the bar


65.) do you miss anyone right now? - I miss so many people. Right this second I miss @merryanustrench and @luxury-pie


66.) who do you wish you were talking to right now? - those guys. Or my dealer, tbh


67.) if you could have any superpower, what would it be? - insane jumping ability


68.) who is your favorite superhero? - someone from the incredibles


69.) are you dirty minded? - half of what I think is about sex


70.) what is your favorite song from every decade starting at that 80’s? Close to Me by the Cure, Lithium by Nirvana, Mr Brightside by the Killers, and I Really Like You by Carly Rae (those are just ones I like off the top of my head)


71.) how many kids, if any, do you want? - I’d want a few, but always figured I’d adopt as well as having my own


72.) who is your biggest OTP? - Tom Natsworthy and Hester Shaw from Mortal Engines


73.) what is your favorite food? - chicken marengo


74.) do you want to be married one day? - always have, always will


75.) dogs or cats? - both are amazing, but cats


76.) do you drink enough water daily? - fuck no


77.) have you ever seen a shooting star? - my first one was last year


78.) if you had the opportunity to go to the moon, would you? - nah can’t say I would, tbh


79.) how many best friends do you have? 2. One is my girlfriend, the other is called J and I love him to pieces


80.) when was the last time you cried? - only once since my dad left. Once in about six years


81.) have you ever laughed so hard you peed yourself? - nah never


82.) have you ever made anyone laugh so hard they peed? - yeah I have, a family member


83.) if you could travel any where in the world, where would you go? Canada, a log cabin in the wolves surrounded by wolves


84.) what are 3 words you would use to describe yourself? - not too great


85.) do you consider yourself a loyal person? - I used to. But I think I treasure the idea of loyalty, more than I do actual loyalty in practice.


86.) what is your favorite season and why? - spring. Spring brings the life back and helps me to light up my life when I’ve been depressed


87.) have you ever told anyone you loved them, and didn’t mean it? - yeah. Not proud of it, but I have


88.) do you know how to play any instruments? - like I said earlier, 9 instruments


89.) do like like falling asleep to music or not? - nah my brain analyses music too much. I like having anime playing so I can’t analyse what they’re saying, or I’ll play some mindless sports video game (NBA 2K) and that puts me to sleep


90.) what are you allergic to? - speaking in front of people


91.) have you ever wanted to be someone else for a day just so you could see what there life is like? - yeah all the time


92.) if you could be any character from your favorite tv show would you, and if so, who would you be? - I feel like Jake Peralta is already my spirit animal


93.) if you could be best friends with any celebrity who would it be and why? - probably Keane Reaves, because we’d mess with people and be super nice


94.) are you outgoing? - mentally I’m quite outgoing, but a lifetime of having a speech impediment means I get anxiety when I have to speak to people


95.) have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but weren’t brave enough to? - oh yeah, certainly when I was younger


96.) are you a good flirt? - nah I’m a fucking terrible flirt, it either turns into low level bullying or overly sexual shit with the subtlety of a freight train


97.) have you ever been turned down, or have you ever turned anyone down? - yeah I’ve been turned down. I’ve only ever turned one person down but she was an honest to God stalker so I don’t count that


98.) which planet is your favorite? - fucking Neptune, man! So pretty 
99.) are you superstitious? - nah, nothing beyond what’s normal culture (saying bless you after a sneeze and that)
100.) are you a good listener? - yeah I’ve been told that
101.) are you a good kisser - my dude, I am a FANTASTIC kisser and I dare you to test that
102.) would you kiss any of your friends - I would kiss SO MANY of my friends. In fact I’d kiss most of them. Almost all. If you’re friends with me, there’s a good chance I’d kiss you. In fact, if you’re friends with me irl, there’s a good chance you already have

Thanks for putting up with this overshare! I love doing these. I tag @luxury-pie @bemyrobin and @merryanustrench to do however many of these they feel like doing

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A Star Reborn: Elle Magazine Interview (February 2008)

No matter how romantic, dissolute, or beatnik he played it, Hayden Christensen just couldn’t lose the long arm of Star Wars. Until, that is, he starred in this month’s hotly anticipated, Jumper and ditched Darth Vader for good. Interview by Sarah Bernard When George Lucas plucked Hayden Christensen from teen-TV obscurity to play Darth before he was dark in Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones, it was a career making break. It was also the kind of opportunity that could set up a young actor to fail spectacularly. Christensen wouldn’t have been the first 19 year old to let fame turn him into an intolerable party boy, or the first to flame out, Mark Hamill-style. But Christensen’s post-Vader life hasn’t followed either of those scripts. Since hanging up his lightsaber, he has made a handful of small films, the best of which was Shattered Glass, which he also produced. His portrayal of journalist-turned-plagiarist Stephen Glass, complete with dorky glasses and khakis, was a perfectly creepy rendering of ambition and desperate defiance. In Factory Girl, the Andy Warhol biopic, he played a Dylan-esque musician. The movie was so god-awful that Christensen has never seen it. “And I don’t think I ever will,” he says. He had originally signed up to play Bob Dylan, but Dylan didn’t like the way the film portrayed his relationship with Edie Sedgwick and threatened to sue. “The producers called a week later saying, ‘We can’t call him Bob Dylan.’ I said, ‘Okay, I can play Bob in my head,” says Christensen, who more or less worships the singer. But Dylan saw the final cut and still wasn’t pleased. Most of Christensen’s scenes had to be scrapped, and those that did survive had to be completely redubbed so that he sounded less Dylan-like. “It was really depressing,” the actor says. In 2007’s Awake, he played a wealthy businessman (his wife is played by Jessica Alba) who finds himself conscious during heart surgery. The film came and went in a weekend. When Christensen tried to bolt from the premiere’s screening, he says Harvey Weinstein, the film’s producer, told him, “I’ll sit next you with handcuffs if I have to.” In this odd collection of projects, there is a through line: characters who are not quite what they seem at first, possessing a mix of innocence and malevolence. Those are the parts that Christensen loves to play and what attracted to the starring role in this month’s Jumper, a sci-fi thriller about a bank robber with a talent for teleportation. It’s directed by Doug Liman, who turned Matt Damon into an assassin with a soul in Bourne Identity and matched Brad and Angelina in Mr. and Mrs. Smith.  “I think people who see this film will view Hayden as having emerged they viewed Matt as having emerged…[But the reality is, both Matt and Hayden had done phenomenal work before,” says Liman. “You just had to look at Good Will Hunting and Shattered Glass to see there was a star there.” Christensen is not one of those celebrities who always craves an audience, as he sits in a Tribeca bar in New York City answering questions, he’s wearing a Bathing Ape baseball cap pulled low over his brow. His features are so delicate, they’re almost pretty. In fact, he was the face of Louis Vuitton Menswear in fall-winter 2004-2005. (“He reminds of a young Paul Newman,” says Simon Kinsberg, who co-wrote Jumper as well as Mr. and Mrs. Smith and the third installment in the X-Men franchise.) The actor’s idea of fun is manning the excavator on the farm he recently bought an hour north of Toronto, the city where he grew up and where his family still lives. Like any good Canadian kid, he was hockey-obsessed and dreamed of playing for the Maple Leafs. He also played competitive tennis, and when he was a ball boy at the Canadian Open, he was nearly clocked with a racquet hurled by a tantrumming John McEnroe. (A clip of the near miss made the nightly news.) Christensen’s mother, Ali, and father, David, ran a communications consulting business together. He has an older brother, Tove (who now heads, with Hayden, a production company, Forest Park Pictures), and two sisters: Hejsa, a former junior world trampoline champion, and Kaylen. The whole clan spent time in Australia during the filming of Star Wars, where Christensen’s sisters even became tight with George Lucas’ daughters. When Lucas invited the girls along on a yacht vacation, Hejsa really hit it off with the boat’s captain. They married a year and a half ago in Antigua, with Lucas in attendance. “She’s sort of responsible for me having the career that I have,” says Christensen, “and I’m indirectly responsible for her family.” Listen to him talk, and it’s hard to believe he isn’t just a farm boy himself. For one thing, he mumbles. He also slurps his Coke like a little kid. Then orders another.

“I thought I had a sense of what it meant to be a down to earth, regular actor,” says Liman. “Then I met Hayden, and suddenly everyone else seems like a primadonna.” During one of many reshoots, Liman realized his star’s hair has gotten longer and lighter from the sun. “Hayden’s like, ‘no problem,’” says Liman. “He gets the scissors and the trimmer out and cuts his own hair in my bathroom! I’m terrified because we have some shooting coming up and if I mess up his hair, someone’s going to kill me. I go, ‘Are you sure you should be putting those scissors to your hair?’ He goes, ‘I was cutting my hair through the whole movie.’” “He is so sweet and so humble and approachable, and loving,” adds Jessica Alba. “He literally hugs everybody on the crew and knows all their first names, every day. He’ll say good morning, give everyone a hug. He’s so present and happy and sweet. It’s crazy. And then you’re like ‘Oh, he’s Canadian.’” ‘Menschy’ is how Kinberg describes him. “So much that wondered when I’d get to see the other side.” It’s an earnestness with an edge, like a scrim that’s hiding something uglier, messier, darker. “He’s incredibly good at lying,” says Jamie Bell, his Jumper costar. “That element of ‘I’m totally pulling the wool over your eyes.’ He’s good at that.” Darth Vader is a cartoon version of this of course. There were lots of intense stares and heavy brows in that performance. But to be fair, Star Wars has never been known for its thespianism, and delivering stilted dialogue with imaginary droids against a green screen doesn’t leave an actor much room for subtlety. Maybe Christensen was reacting to that when he played Sam Monroe, the pill-popping part time prostitute teenage son of Kevin Kline in 2001’s Life as a House. In the opening scene, Sam wakes up, sniffs a rag doused with paint thinner, sticks his head through a noose in his closet, and jacks off, until the clothes rack collapses on top of him and his mom opens the door. And that’s before the title sequence is finished. Christensen threw himself into Sam both emotionally and physically. He says ‘It was my means of rebelling,” from Star Wars one assumes. He shed 25 pounds on a diet of salad and water, dyed his blond hair black and cobalt blue, and shaved his legs to look as young and sickly as possible. The result was a performance with vulnerability and angst and full-fledged rage, all twined together like a heap if twisted steel. And because Life as a House came out before Attack of the Clones, it was actually Sam in all his Goth glory (piercings, eye shadow), not the falling Jedi Knight, who introduced the actor to the movie going public. He earned a Golden Globe nomination for his work in House, as well as a fair amount of tortured teen credibility. At that point, tortured teens were something of a Christensen specialty. In 2000, the year he got Star Wars, he was living in Vancouver and playing Scott Barringer, a drug addicted, sexually molested teenager on Fox Family’s Higher Ground. When he was summoned to Lucas’ Skywalker Ranch in Northern California for a face-to-face reading with Natalie Portman, he threw up on the ride there. It was his and Portman’s chemistry that the unknown Canadian was the one. “Hayden is immediately appealing, both in person and on screen, because he knows how to balance his strength with his sensitivity,” Lucas emails. “I think he has a great acting career ahead of him.” The filming of Attack of The Clones and then Revenge of the Sith consumed a good five years of Christensen’s life-an eternity in the career of a hot young actor. He tried moving on, focusing on indie films, sharing the stage in London in 2002 with Jake Gyllenhaal in Kenneth Lonergan’s This Is Our Youth, a play about three rich-kid slackers in 1980s New York. Still he could not get away from Star Wars. Boxes of paraphernalia continued to arrive. “They have to send me one of everything produced,” he says. “It’s nuts. The first I opened: ‘Oh that’s cool. A little figurine of me,’ All sorts of lunch boxes, potato chips. I don’t even open them anymore. I had to get storage space because my parents’ basement overcrowded. My mom was like, ‘Enough!’” So when his agent told him about Jumper, he didn’t jump at it. “They said it was sort of science fiction, there was a franchise possibility,” he says. “And I was like, ‘does this really sound like something I’d be keen to do? I was franchise scared.” Then he found out it was being directed by Doug Liman, who has a way of infusing an emotional quotient into the star roles of his big budget action pictures. The first meeting between them was, according to both, like a great first date. Christensen has a farm. Liman has a farm. Christensen was off to a flying lesson that day. Liman is a pilot. The director invited Christensen to his apartment in New York, where they met with Kinberg and with Bell, who’d already been cast. (Liman had begun filming Jumper with Tom Sturridge as the lead, then halted production because Sturridge looked too young for the part, Kinberg says.) Christensen plays Davey, a callow young guy with a sweet, sexy girlfriend (Rachel Bilson) and the secret superpower to ‘jump’ teleport himself anywhere in the world by picturing the place. Thinking he’s the only one with such skils, Davey is blithely breaking into banks and living the high life in Manhattan when one day, a white-afroed Samuel L Jackson (Christensen’s Star Wars costar) shows up and tries to get medieval on his ass. Jackson, part of a jumper secret police, doesn’t want rogue teleporters jumping about. Disrupts the universe, you see. Liman and the crew discussed the script and debated what a jump would look like. “We started improvising, throwing out ideas,” says Christensen. A week later, Liman called and asked him back to do it all again. When Christensen was finally offered the part, the group continued to meet as a collective several times a week. “My character’s way of dealing with things is he doesn’t confront his problems. He’s always avoiding them. One day I was saying to Jamie, ‘My superpower is I can run away from anything.’ And Doug was like, ‘Wait, wait, wait! That’s your character! The fundamental undercurrent.”   It is the perfect superpower for a guy: the ability to literally bail when things get tough. “A very guy thing, yeah.” Christensen says with a laugh. Jumper was the opposite of the closed door ways of Star Wars, where they’re George’s characters,” the actor says. “I was stepping into something preexisting.” Now he was getting to be part of that defining process and he was thrilled. Not that Liman’s defining process is any cake walk. For him, scripts are never finished and actors are ever in discovery mode. Often they’d shoot a scene one way, discuss it, come up with a better idea, and shoot again. This happened whether they were on a soundstage in Toronto or on location in Tokyo, Paris, Prague, London, or Rome, where they got permission to film inside the Colosseum, the first film to do so in decades. Liman is also spontaneous, to the extreme. Driving through Times Square with Bell and Christensen, he decided that it would be good to get them fighting in traffic. So he stopped the van, ordered them out, and manned the camera himself as his starts rolled around on the pavement mid the cars and pedestrians. A good portion of the film has Christensen pummeling himself onto the floor, up against walls. Says Bell, “Hayden was tortured on this movie.” Well, not entirely tortured. Reports are that Christensen and Bilson are dating-there are pictures of her feeding him, of her puppy getting into his Ferarri, of her and Christensen running errands Best Buy-but he refuses to discuss it. What he will say is, “She’s awesome. She’s a very, very beautiful girl. She’s special. She’s one the sweetest, most gentle, kindhearted people I’ve ever met.” Christensen’s Jumper performance may be the one that finally overrides everything else on his resume. “Doug is really good at making guys look cool,” says Kinberg. Liman couldn’t agree more: “I have the reputation for getting just the right actor at the right point in their career. I think people will say I just did it again.” But even a director as self-confident as Liman is no match for the Force. Christensen tells how, on a recent head clearing trip to the Bahamas, he stopped in at a ‘really local, really basic market’. And there on the shelf was an ancient box of cereal with his mug as Anakin in that signature shag. Says Christensen; “I wanted to go up and ask the guy, ‘Are you sure that should still be on the shelf?’”

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The Perfect Storm Chapter 7 (Jensen x Reader)

Title: The Perfect Storm Chapter 7

Summary: Jensen Ackles just wanted his ex wife to sign the divorce papers before he married Danneel. He didn't want roped back into the storm chaser life. But once a storm chaser, always a storm chaser. Based off the movie Twister (RIP Bill Paxton)

AN: The lyrics for this chapter are “Takin’ Care of Business” by BTO.

And we be taking care of business (every day) Taking care of business (every way) We be been taking care of business (it's all mine) Taking care of business and working overtime

 (Y/n) smiled as she drove, watching the corn fields fly by and listening to the sounds of whatever came to Jared’s mind to play during the run. It was just like olds times and she couldn’t believe how fantastic it was. Jensen at her side, the crew behind her, the storm looming in the distance. Misha and Jake were working out short cuts so they could get to the heart of the storm before Stephen smelled it brewing.

 “Shit.” (Y/n) mumbled to herself as they hit a dirt road that Jake told them to go down. She dropped the CB mic due to the shaking of the truck. Jensen grabbed the mic then.

 “Hold on guys. It’s really bumpy.” He said. He reached under the seat and grabbed a box. “Haven’t really had much need for this. But I think it’ll help you out.” He pulled out a headset and attached it to the CB. He reached over and gently placed it on (Y/n)’s head. “Better?” He asked, closer to her than he should’ve been.

 “Much.” She said with a smile. He reached over and turned the mic button on.

 “There you go.” He said, his hand lingering for a brief second on her shoulder.

 “Can you guys hear me?” (Y/n) asked, receiving a chorus of yes. “Thank god for Jensen.” She laughed, making Jensen chuckle. “And you almost missed this.” She said, looking over at Jensen. He just smiled, glad that he had stuck around for all of this.

 “Best chase ever!” Colin called out. (Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh some. Jake and Misha were trying to tell them how to go as (Y/n) drove. She left Jensen in charge of getting the right directions.

 “Come on Jake! Focus!” Jensen called into the mic a couple times. Jake was trying to talk to Jensen and listen to Misha all at the same time, something that was actually a hard thing to manage. Mainly for the simple fact that Misha talked way too much for Jake to actually figure out the right directions.

 “Cross at this grassy area and you’ll pull right out onto the highway.” Jake finally said. Jensen sighed and nodded before relaying the message to (Y/n). He wanted her to just focus on driving, because she wasn’t the best multitasker in the world. But she drove through the grassy area, and instead was just in a field.

 “Where the hell in the road?!” She called out, glancing over at Jensen.

 “I’m working on it.” He said. “Jake! Misha! Where is the road?! This is a field!”

 “It’ll be here right….about…” Misha said. (Y/n)’s eyes widened as she pulled out onto a road, right at a group of black SUVs. “Now.”

 “Shit!” (Y/n) called out. The headset fell down onto her neck. She tore it off and laid it in the seat by her, looking up right then to see Stephen staring at her. “Son of a bitch.”

 “Are you kidding me?” Jensen groaned.

 “You’re insane (Y/n)! You and Jensen are perfect for each other!” Stephen called over the radio to (Y/n). She gripped the steering wheel.

 “(Y/n), don’t do it.” Jensen warned, seeing the gears turning in her head.

 “Were you trying to get us killed or just get closer to me?” Stephen asked. Jensen growled then.

 “Have at it babe.” He whispered. (Y/n) gripped the mic then.

 “Oh, like how you leave people stranded on the side of the road after a tornado almost just killed them with their own truck you lousy piece of…” Jensen took the mic then.

 “Okay, maybe it’s a good idea to get the channel free now.” He said. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “He has news crews listening in on him.” (Y/n) nodded and handed the mic back over to Jensen. He looked around at the sky. “We have to get off this road.”

 “This isn’t the right time to guess.” (Y/n) said, glancing over at Stephen’s cars.

 “I’m not guessing. You just have to trust me.” Jensen said. “Make a right here.” (Y/n) nodded and turned the truck. Stephen looked up at (y/n)’s gang turned off the main road.

 “Should we follow?” Tom asked, glancing over at his boss. Stephen shook his head.

 “No. Let them miss this one.” Stephen smirked. They drove on ahead on the highway while (y/n) lead her herd down a side road.

 “What the hell are they doing?” Jake asked, glancing over at Misha. Misha shrugged.

 “If I knew the answer to that, I’d probably be the smartest man in the world.” He sighed and pulled out another map to figure out where they were.

 “Guys, reported touchdown on Route 33.” Colin’s voice said through the CB. “Jake, Misha, are we coming up on that?”

 “Yes.” Misha said as they passed a road sign that said Route 33.

 “Where’s the tornado?” (Y/n) asked, looking around for it.

 “It says it’s North by Northeast.” Colin informed her. “I think it might be gaining strength!”

 “Like it’s going to touchdown again?” (Y/n) looked over at Jensen for a second. “It’s going to hit right on us, isn’t it?” Jensen nodded. “Well, I guess this is a good time for deployment then. Get ready guys! Dorothy is a go!” Jensen smiled at the sound of that. Jared smiled as he heard that and looked over at Danneel.

 “And this is where the fun begins sweetheart.” He laughed. She smiled some, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about all of this. She watched as (Y/n) and Jensen kept on driving while Jared and the others stopped to set up. She watched everyone run around as hail started hitting them.

 “Hail.” (Y/n) said softly. “This is going to get nasty.”

 “I’ll get her ready.” Jensen said, sliding out through the glass window at the back of the truck. Hail hit him hard, worse than the time he made the mistake of taking Jared paintballing. “Son of a bitch!”

 “You okay? (Y/n) called back to him.

 “Peachy!” Jensen yelled back, hurrying to get Dorothy ready to go. Everyone set back to watch as Jensen and (Y/n) drove right into the core. Danneel’s eyes were wide with fear.

 “Should I stop?” (Y/n) asked. Jensen shook his head no.

 “Keep going! We got this!” (Y/n) nodded and kept driving straight into the storm. Dorothy turned on, loud sirens and all, when debris hit at her and Jensen. Jensen kept knocking things free.

 “You guys are all crazy!” Danneel said to Jared as he kept trying to get her watch Jensen, even though you really couldn’t see much.

 “Jay, are you set up?” Jared heard (y/n) over the radio. “We’re not leaving until we get this.”

 “And she’s the craziest one of all!” Danneel said. “I’m so glad that Jensen and I are getting out of here.”

 “She’s almost ready!” Jensen called up to (Y/n). “You can stop the truck here!”

 “No! We have to get closer!” (Y/n) yelled back.

 “(Y/n) this is crazy! Stop the truck.” Jensen said. (Y/n) was about to argue when a tricycle flew at the windshield.

 “Okay, I think this is good.” She jumped out of the truck and ran to the back to help Jensen. Together, they got her out of the truck and set up, ready to turn back and wait, when a telephone pole fell and knocked her over, scattering her sensors everywhere. “Shit!”

 “(Y/n), this twister is a jumper. We can set up down the road and get it there.” Jensen said softly. (Y/n) shook her head and ran to the road where all the sensors were scattered. “(Y/n) the data won’t be accurate.”

 “Help me!” She cried out. Jensen went over to her.

 “(Y/n) this is crazy.” He said. “We have to get out of here before it jumps onto us.” She tried to pull away.

 “I have to put her back together! I have to do this!” She said. Jensen pulled her to her feet.

 “The pack is ruined. We have to try again with another one.” He shook her some. “You’re obsessed (y/n)!”

 “You’ve never seen what this thing can do!” She said, tears falling down her face.

 “I just saw…”

 “No! You’ve never seen it miss this house, and the house after that, and come right at you and destroy your family.” She said, full tears falling now. Jensen’s face softened then.

 “You think that’s what it did?” He asked. She closed her eyes and nodded. “Christ, (Y/n), when is it going to be enough? You have to stop living in the past. I’m sorry it took your dad. I’m sorry it destroys homes and families. But you have to stop this darling. You have to see what’s right in front of you.”

 “Like what? Everything is gone.” She looked around. Jensen turned her face to look at him.

 “Me, (Y/n). You’ve got me and I’m not leaving.” He said softly to her, not realizing that the mic had picked up everything and Danneel was sitting in Jared’s truck, listening to everything.

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20 THOUGHTS: Peeking Duck Dropkicks Murphy?

WHAT an interesting afternoon Saturday at Etihad that became more and more interesting over the course of the weekend and into Monday.

It stole the limelight of another fascinating round of footy, some teams stood up, some teams did not, and the top eight now becomes a mystery.

But let’s cover the elephant in the room off the top.

 1. So its all been about Marc Murphy, what Jake Carlisle said to him and the melee that ensued. But that’s such a small part of it. The first thing we should mention is that plenty of sledging occurred from both sides on Saturday, which low and behold happens every week, sledging is far from anything new would you believe.

 2. Next that needs to be said is that as far as Murphy and Carlisle go, it’s understood Murphy had a go first, making a reference to the ‘white powder’ incident that became public soon after Carlisle moved to St Kilda. It was then that Carlisle, as one does, retorted with the reference of others enjoying the company of Murphy’s wife, be it a former North Melbourne captain or others, whilst Murphy and his wife were together.

 3. The validity of that accusation aside, and to be honest that’s not important nor interesting, it has come up on the footy field a tonne of times. Why did Murphy snap this particular time? My guess is circumstance in seeing Carlisle later in the game, lying on the ground after being winded, he saw the opportunity to run up to him and got in his face ever so slightly. So the infamous ‘sledging’ took place significantly before the melee.

 4. Is the sledge too far? Perhaps. Probably. Has Murphy copped that content before from opposition players? Absolutely. It’s a pretty poor secret about the rumour between Carey and Mrs. Murphy, and that he forgave and ended up marrying her besides.

 5. The reason we have had 24-48 hours of intense discussion and opinion on this is because for whatever reason the content of the sledge became public. God forbid if every untoward and unsavoury on-field sledge became public consumption, you think Kim Kardashian broke the internet years back, her bare derriere would have nothing on that.

 6. But some other quick points – Murphy had a small go at a player injured, how savoury is that? It wasn’t prolonged, granted, but gee as a St Kilda fan you would love the response, which has been overshadowed. The opposition captain stands over your injured teammate, first man in was Jarryn Geary, then three more Saints players quickly remonstrated with Murphy to fly the flag. No free was given away or a report, but as far as reactions by a team go, you’d be rapt if you were a Saints fan in that respect.

 7. Now did anyone have to apologise or did anyone need to make a stand? I hear Caroline Wilson (surprise surprise) was disgusted at the lack of leadership on a sensitive, social issue. Please. Of course, the content of what’s said on the field (no longer going to isolate Carlisle’s given his is one of so many every weekend) probably isn’t satisfactory, or fair, or appropriate, or nice. Neither Murphy or Carlton wanted to take it further and that’s probably fair enough. Remember, this is only because of the melee – if Carlisle isn’t winded to give Murphy the chance to start that, no-one would ever know about that sledge. And no-one knows about many of the sledges each and every week, which, guess what Caroline, might be even worse.

 8. Yes absolutely there’s a line, sledging that becomes racist, sexist, homophobic, etc., yes, unacceptable. But whilst some content is black and white, some is so grey its best left to those involved to make the call on whether its crossed a line or not. Then again, look at the unfortunate series of events following the Adam Goodes saga of two years ago. The subject of what’s offensive is so, so grey.

 9. Of course Wayne Carey, and Murphy too for that matter, were going to deny the content publicly. What else is he going to say? Again, I am not 100% that indeed Carey did have a night, or two, with a girl who at the time was dating the Carlton captain, but it doesn’t matter in this circumstance. How many times in school, or in school sport for that matter, did we hear childish remarks about one another’s mothers. The validity doesn’t matter, its just anything verbal to try and put your opponent off. It’s not clever, its not something you’d want your mother to hear, but it happens. All the time.

 10. The most interesting quote since, from those involved, was when on AFL 360, St Kilda coach Alan Richardson was asked whether his team over-stepped the line with their sledging on the weekend. He paused, then simply said “couple comments”. Translated, in his gut, it’s a ‘technically yes, but not really, it happens every week, but sure, the content’s not something we’re proud of after the fact, but in game, every week, it’s never an issue and it doesn’t cross the greater realms of racism, homophobia, sexism or any of those really important areas’. He said what he needed to say, to say the right thing publicly because it had wrongly become so public. But you could tell what he was most proud, his side’s response to Murphy’s actions, the flying the flag, and crucially the way they played to then take the four points.

 11. On to the field – St Kilda are looking super. We’ll touch on the eight next but they are playing mighty footy and as good a start to the season as most. They have a robust, successful game plan, the kids coming through are fantastic, Jack Billings was immense and each week Jade Gresham looks better and better too. The Saints might have a lul at some point given they are still quite young, but they’ll play finals and with a bit of luck they could do maybe three quarters of what the Dogs did last year, maybe not win the Flag but create a big scare from 6th-8th on the ladder.

 12. The eight is a mess. This time last week we thought it was set and looking at the teams on the periphery it still might be. But the top three teams, all on six wins, have question marks. The Crows have had a really off two games now, the Giants almost lost to the second-last Magpies and the Eagles are useless east of Horsham. Geelong, in fifth, are awful and don’t deserve to play finals, Richmond are primed for another ninth and the reigning premiers are doing just enough, but only just. Seriously, St Kilda and Port Adelaide, whilst far from deserving of flag favourites, are as good as anyone right now.

 13. Percentage is always a nice gauge, and as we enter a boring, stupid, extended period of bye rounds, let’s take a look. Port are crunching it on 150%, by far the league leader. Their best football this year is good enough to make a Prelim at worst. We have the Crows and Giants in the 120% region, then Geelong at 116%, which is such a misleading outlier. West Coast is 6-2 but 113%, and then Richmond and the Bulldogs, 7th and 8th, are both at 108%. One isn’t as good as the early press, the other is idling.

 14. Outside the eight, Melbourne, 4-4, in 10th, but 112% and had a win for the ages Saturday night. If there’s a market correction, and we’ve been consistent on this, the Dees should be top six at worst. They are playing great footy and whilst there are some key differences, the love for the Saints in Thought 11 can relate to the Demons as well. Melbourne fans – keep the faith won’t you?

 15. Essendon is too 4-4, and with 91% it suggests they aren’t too far off. Had some nice wins this year but they’ll be too up and down given their context. Get on them for 2018 though, John Worsfold has a lot to work with, and with another year of everyone together, next year looks fantastic.

 16. Lastly, Sydney, North Melbourne and Collingwood, only Brisbane is below these clubs as they make up the bottom four. All three are 2-6 and destined for awful years yet all three have a percentage over 90%. Call it bad luck, call it poor execution among so much else going right, call it just enough incompetency at the wrong moments, but these three sides have done a lot better than many other above them but deservedly or not find themselves in a hole with no easy or quick way out.

 17. The China game, well, it’ll be a long slug for Port Adelaide to make it successful but there’s enough there to pursue. Just the size of the market is hard to look past. We’ll have the ratings this time next week and it’s every chance to be the highest watched game of all time, even though the vast majority of that audience would have had zero clue as to what they were viewing.

 18. Dustin Martin will get a massive pay day at the end of the season, to stay or go to a new club. And its only one incident but its somewhat indicative of his worth when he hasn’t got the ball. But his effort to prepare for and then stop Lachie Neale in the winning play on Sunday was awful. Even a 20% effort would have sufficed yet Fremantle managed to pull it off. Not good.

 19. Good to see tribes come together on Saturday night for James Kelly. To be chaired off by your former and current skippers, it was just such a nice moment. Well done to Joel Selwood and Geelong for doing so despite the loss.

 20. And lastly, Josh Schache, he is a classic 50-50 to come home at the end of the year. He either literally hasn’t made his mind up which suggests he is weighing up the strong lure of home and playing in Melbourne. Or he has decided to leave and is just managing the knowledge of that decision. A lot of big Melbourne clubs are in to him and whilst different players, the precedent of Tom Boyd, whilst sketchy at the time, has freed up the chequebooks of many.

(originally published 17 May)