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Nicolas Cage as Spider-Man Noir Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse (2018)
MULTI-DIMENSIONAL QUEEN - 1/4 → Roger Taylor
Original // Bo Rhap // AU
Peter Parker; Strangers in the night
This is my very first imagine that I wrote months ago for my friend and just found it LOL but I wanna share it here so im sorry if theres errors or smth but yeah hope y’all like it.
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Word count: 1221
Warnings: none just FLUFF
The wind roared with fury over the towers of Queens, New York. A shadow figure loomed onto a high skyscraper. The small frame of the mysterious figure got the attention of a nearby red and blue boy. With catlike silence, the red and blue suit was behind the dark figure. “If you wanted to sneak up on me it didn’t work.” The sarcastic and dry voice came from the small figured preached on the building. An awkward chuckle escaped the boy and within 30 seconds, the small female was standing up, standing on the ledge. “Bye spider-boy.” And without missing a beat, the female saluted her departure and jumped. Spider-man’s eyes widened at the sudden movements and he instantly leaps into action, ready to save the young woman who jumped. But to his disbelief, there was so body in the air, nor on the ground. the young woman simply, vanished.
It’s been a week since Peter Parker’s strange encounter with the black figured woman. Every night on patrol he would keep his eyes out for her, wanting them to cross paths again.
The noisy and crowded halls of midtown high made my ears want to burst. I pushed through the many teenagers, desperate to get to my locker. With a final push through the crowd my small body collided with my blue locker and I gave a sigh of relief before putting in my locker combination. “YO Y/L/N” the booming voice echoes the halls. “Crap.” i whisper, leaning my head against the cool locker. “Yes, Flash?” I sweetly ask the male. “So I was, Uh, wondering. I gotta party this weekend, wanna come? it’ll be fun baby girl.” Half way through Flash Thompson’s sentence, he winks and grabs at his junk. My nose crinkles in disgust at the teenage boy and say, “No thanks Flash. I have family plans. Maybe next time!” I smile sweetly before grabbing the books i need from my locker, and walk to first period.
When I get home to my small apartment in Queens that afternoon, I immediately run to my room and grab my skin tight black uniform. I smile while i run my hands down the soft fabric, mixed with leather. Most people have some life changing moment to want to become a “superhero” but I had always wanted to help people. I took various fighting skill classes from age 4 to age 15. I knew how to take care of myself, and when the infamous “Spider-man” took on the streets of Queens, New York, i knew I could too. So i made this costume and my other gadgets and started around 3 months ago. I go mostly unnoticed, which means Spider-man gets my credit for the job, but it doesn’t bother me. I would rather help people than be on the front page news. But i can admit I chuckle when I think about how confused spider-man must be when he gets credit for the job he didn’t do.
After the sun goes down i walk into my room and put on my suit. the fabric and leather are perfect. Soft but sturdy fabric reaches around my chest and abdomen, and runs down my legs. Patches of leather are on my back, knees, elbows, and around my breasts. The boots I wear have a tiny heel, it doesn’t get in the way but it does give me some style. My hair in a pin straight high ponytail and a black mask covers my eyes and cheekbones. The burgundy lipstick i wear makes my teeth look whiter than normal and makes me eyes pop. I smile in the mirror and get to my balcony window. With a small push, i’m out the window and jumping through the night.
I sit on a ledge, my feet dangling, off a building and scan the streets below. The sound of cars driving by has become a constant and I slightly smile at the noise. “Funny meeting you here.” A boyish voice breaks the almost silent air. I give a dramatic sigh and stand up. “What do you want spidey?” I put my hand on my hip and give him my best ‘annoyed’ look. “Who are you?”
The question only mildly surprised me. He had never seen me before last week so of course he had questions. I only hoped he would give something a little more original off for out first official meeting. “I’m helping.” My statement had a ‘duh’ factor to it and it made him frown slightly. “But i’m spider-man. I don’t need help.” I furrow my brows and frown at his whining behavior. “Chill. I don’t want to steal the spotlight. Just want to take some of the load off you.” I put my hands up in mock surrender and lift my eyes to meet his. When I looked into his mask I had the urge to take it off and see the color of his eyes. Were they bright and blue? or dark and brown? Would they hold secrets and built up anger or an innocence in them? The thoughts of wanting to see my fellow “superheroes” eyes made my cheeks flame up. The sounds of sirens broke our trance and we darted our heads to the noise. “That’s my cue!” I yelled and began running towards the ledge. “Not if I get there first!” said spider-man and he shot his webs into the air, swinging off.
These strange encounters became more frequent over the next few weeks. He would find me on some ledge, we would talk and then some crime or emergency would bring us back to reality. I was beginning to become more and more curious to this boys identity. He was obviously well built, not super tall but not the shortest either. He had a voice that sounded like he just finished puberty but then he also had that vibe that he was maybe older? The curiosity was killing me. So one night i asked, “Will we ever show each other who we are?” I had my head rested upon his shoulder, so my question made my head joint at his sudden surprise. “Would you like to know who I am?” he answered my question with a question. “Very much yes.” I stated. “Then we should reveal ourselves.” His proclamation made me lift my head up with admiration. “really?” The question came out small and high pitched. He nodded and we both re adjusted ourselves to where we were sitting criss cross in front of each other. We put our hands on each others masks and take deep breaths. “Wait.” I say. his hands drop to his sides, thinking we weren’t going to reveal ourselves. I lift his mask up just above his lips and breath nervously. “Can I kiss you?” my words don’t seem to surprise him. He nods and I smile. I place my lips onto his and he begins to move our lips together in sync. I place my hands on his mask and pull it up more. He does the same with mine. When we pull apart, out masks are off. His brown, curly locks are messy and his eyes are a chocolate brown. I look into them and smile. innocence. I smile and place my hands in his hair, kissing him again.
Have some Tiana as a mermaid! :D Look how the bra sparkles!! <3 Her hair was inspired by her early concept art. <3
Wanna see more mermaids? —> Aurora, Belle, Pocahontas, Mulan, Megara, Jasmine, Kida, Cinderella, Nita, Esmeralda, Nani & Lilo, Jane, Snow White, Giselle, Chicha, Su, Mei and Ting-Ting
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the only boy who hasn’t let me down is Peter Parker
not to be r*mantic but all I really want is to hold hands with someone who likes to play with my hair and draw pictures of us together
when will people use the anon function to send passionate, homosexual anonymous love letters
Cold
Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 3,815
Warnings: Just a lil fluff at the end
Summary: Y/N is a prisoner of the First Order, and when Kylo catches General Hux trying to take advantage of her, he saves her and determines she will become his assistant and share his quarters, rather than send her back to her chamber. She believes he’s cold and merciless, with a short temper that frightens her, but he ends up not being what she expected.
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General Hux was starting to bug you. It was harmless at first, just him being the boy that he is. Sly flirting, trying to get a rise out of you, trying desperately to get you to show some return of his affections, but it escalated slowly to a point where you were no longer able to be indifferent about it. That point was marked when the Supreme Leader saw it happening.
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head cannon that instead of fbi agents it’s just the batfam and tim and barbara drink too much
people (men especially) who wanted Brie Larson to smile more in the Captain Marvel trailer are obviously afraid of her big dick energy
young bill anderson was a man i would happily give everything for
Donna and Bill
there’s no reason that Jasper had to be a confrederate soldier and that none of the cullens were poc there’s no reason that Jasper had to be a confrederate soldier and that none of the cullens were poc there’s no reason that Jasper had to be a confrederate soldier and that none of the cullens were poc THERES NO REASON THAT JASPER HAD TO BE A CONFEDEEATE SOLDIER AND THAT NONE OF THE CULLENS WER-
“Those poor boys”
“She deserves to be punished too.”
“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”
“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”
“She put herself in harm’s way”
“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”
“She ruined their lives.”
It saddens me to see so little word of the upcoming movie Crazy Rich Asians. I know that people find it cliché, but how is it any different from all the kdramas I’ve seen everyone raving over for YEARS? This movie is such a groundbreaking moment for Asians, particularly Asian Americans, and it’s quite disappointing to me that people only speak of Asians when kpop or anime or any of those overly used stereotypes are relevant.
Not saying that everyone has to watch it or support it, but I just want to shed some light on this upcoming movie for those who aren’t aware of it!
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
give guardians vol 3 to taika
thanks for coming to my ted talk
thanos: the end is nea-
peter having a breakdown in the middle of a space war: i-i don’t know d-dude tony asked me to be his best man and i h-havent been to a wedding before so im under a lot of pressure h-here do u think u can reschedule?
thanos: shit dude sure. sorry man take pics for me
I made a thing.
“say something. please.”
as promised, here is a lil blurb for @gab-spidey‘s 2k writing celebration! if you don’t follow her, you should def check out her spectacular writing! prompt is in bold and tags are under the cut.
Pins and needles. You squeezed your fist, trying to dispel the feeling still lingering there. Waiting.
The future loomed in front of you. Entirely uncertain. Soon, Peter would be standing before you for the first time in weeks. The first time since the Reaping. The first time since he left your side on that fated field trip to go after the ship in the sky. He had fought aliens. And you were too scared to knock on his door.
Dammit. You were stronger than this. You were braver. Come on.With trembling hands, you reached up, tapping out a hesitant rhythm on the wood. It echoed hollowly through the entryway.
Footsteps. Your heart pounded in time with their scampering. Then, the noise of the deadbolt turning in the lock.
Peter.
He looked paradoxically similar and different. He was still your Peter, gangly and freckled, but his shoulders were imperceptibly tighter, his eyes darker rocks set back farther in his head. He was in front of you and yet far far away at the same time.
You searched for your voice. What should you say to him? Consolations on the fact that you fought a titan on an alien planet? Oh, yeah, and sorry you turned to pile of dust like half the world’s population along with that?
Your eyes were locked with Peter’s like two people watching a car accident, unable to look away though a fiery explosion was imminent. You noticed his fist, clenching white, then relaxing with some effort. Clenching again.
His voice was as shaky as you felt. “Say something. Please.”
You swallowed hard. A thousand words came to your lips; I love you. Never leave me again. You don’t understand what it’s like to have your teenaged boyfriend suddenly in space and then everyone around you dying and turning to dust but I guess you kind of do but not really and now I feel stupid for bringing it up at all and-
“Y/N?”
You blurted out the first thing that came to your lips, “Hey.”
His face softened, and he let out a surprised laugh. “Hey.”
He closed the gap between you, pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his back, holding him tight so you could make sure Peter was solidly Peter again, solidly yours, in your arms. His chest rose and fell with every breath, you could hear his heartbeat, you could feel his fingers slowly rubbing over your hair. He was here. He was okay.
“I missed you.” It was a whispered thing.
He pulled away from you, ever slightly, to place a kiss on the top of your head. And though his eyes were harder than before, his shoulders tighter than you remembered, it was still your Peter who looked you in the eyes and whispered back, “I missed you too.”
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Sebastian Stan for GQ 2018
Mamma Mia! - Whatever happened to our Donna? Life and soul of the party! El Rock Chick Supremo!
Disney Descendants + text posts (1/?)
dick grayson realizing years later all those times batman sent him home so he could personally take catwoman back into custody was really just a way of getting him to leave so they could fuck on the rooftop of a museum selina just robbed:
let boys cry.
sexiest moments in marvel movies
1. the bit where thor unlocks his powers near the end of thor ragnarok and the immigrant song starts playing in the background
2. the bit in winter soldier where bucky moves out of the way of that car
3. ‘would you kill me my love?’ ‘for wakanda? without question’
I feel like Tony’s ego is the most legendary cryptid in the MCU
Because I heard reports of it for years. The images of it are usually blurred and easily dismissed as something else to anyone with a pair of eyes and it has yet to actually be proven to factually exist.
batfamily as things i witnessed at a baseball game
bruce: i can’t believe i have to say this but if he’s a surgeon and goes to work high as a kite then he’s probably not the one for you.
dick grayson: all i had for breakfast was eight bowls of lucky charms so i need some dogs. the hot kind. hot dogs, if you will.
jason todd: *stops looking for younger brother, who has gone missing, to get an autograph from one of the pitchers of the baseball team*
tim: dude i stayed up all night last night learning the rules and history of baseball instead of studying for a final i have in a couple days and i might fail chemistry but at least i can impress my girlfriend.
damian: *about the mascot walking around* that bird costume is clearly not a cardinal, it’s a robin that is red. the wings are completely different from a cardinal’s. disgraceful.
duke: *to a security guard* hey you’ll probably hear that i’m a missing kid but i’m not missing, im just trying to get away from my disaster of a family.
stephanie: *about alex reyes, a pitcher* LISTEN ALEX IF YOU DON’T START PITCHING LIKE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO I WILL PRAY THAT THE WRATH OF GOD IS UNLEASHED ON YOUR FAMILY
cass: i may be a foreign exchange student but i’m 100% sure that it isn’t american for the kiss cam to land on you and your brother.
babs: *is the girl that the kiss cam landed on her with her brother* oh my god i’m suing every single person in this arena, including that jumbo screen.
alfred: as your grandfather i am telling you to stop putting popcorn in your shoes or so help me i will send you back to therapy.
please, can I call you her name? (tim drake x super!reader)
-this is the same timeline as my “Two Years” series, just much later :)-
-also, inspired by Cornerstone by Arctic Monkeys-
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Your death had been everything but easy for Tim.
It had come as a surprise to everyone; especially your family, and especially the Waynes.
It wasn’t at all difficult to figure out who did it: Luthor, of course. However, the world’s second greatest detective (and even the world’s first) was so blinded by your death, that Luthor slipped his mind. He immediately turned to aliens or some otherworldly force to explain your death, but ultimately it was your father who had to relay the message as to who your killer was.
The last thing Clark wanted to do was confront Tim. He knew how much you loved him, and he you, and seeing Tim made him think of your smile and laugh, the one you shared with Tim so often.
But, it had to be done. Tim was locked in his room and it was messier than usual. Papers everywhere, articles littering the floor, even one that your mother had to painfully write, for no one knew that “The Death of Supergirl” was actually “The Death of my Daughter.” Clark opened the door with force, as his eyes met the boy. Dark circles and tears evident. And one word made the boy go insane.
“Luthor.”
Everything he had he pushed off his desk, even his computer and coffee. He groaned and screamed, angry at himself and Luthor, of course. Without another thought, he ran towards your father, who didn’t budge when the boy ran into him full force, hitting his chest, using him as a punching bag to get out his anger. When Clark had enough, he pulled the broken boy into a hug, both of them mourning a loved one lost.
—
No more than two months later, Tim was back to work but not back to himself. He had a team to keep up with, whether that meant you were on it or not. Everyone was hurt by your loss, of course, but none compare to him.
That became evident when he mistook Miss Martian (yes, ridiculous of him) as you while she was piloting. M’gann, being so close to you, had picked up on a few of your mannerisms, including what you would say to Tim when you needed his help with tech on the jet.
“Red, I could really use your hand right now!” There was a red warning light flashing and M’gann didn’t know what to do. Tim was simply sitting down, his head in space (a usual habit since your departure), but as he shot his head up because he thought he heard your voice, he tricked himself into thinking it was you. He and M’gann locked eyes for a few moments before she realized what was going on in his head.
She looked at him with a sincere gaze but firmly said his name again.
“Tim.”
He instantly stood up, snapping out of his daze, but he too realized what he was doing, and looked aside of M’gann, embarrassed. He walked over to her mumbling, “oh, right,” under his breath as he took controls from her and fixed the situation with ease.
Once it was smooth sailing again, without eye contact he asked her the question she knew was coming.
“Could I call you her name?” he already knew the answer, but he wanted to deny it.
She hesitated to say something, and almost put her hand on his shoulder, but decided it better to walk away.
—
A few days later, Tim was walking aimlessly around the manor, simply searching for something that would take his mind off of you. He wandered into the library and found Barbara and Dick sitting across from each other on opposite couches. Babs was deep in a book while Dick was looking over what looked like case files, occasionally checking his phone.
Tim pictured you sitting on that couch, reading just like Babs. He stood looking intently at her, as if it were you, eyebrows scrunching with focus, chewing on the inside of your lip, or twirling your hair while you read. Just like you always did.
He started to tear up without realizing it, and when he sniffled was when Dick noticed his presence, prompting Barbara to look up as well.
Dick knew what his brother was going through, and his heart hurt for him; knowing he couldn’t do anything to help, for all Tim wanted was you.
Tim dragged his feet over to the couch and sat close to Barbara, laying his forehead on her shoulder so that his face was hidden. Babs ran her fingers through his hair ( she was one of your best friends, and it hadn’t been easy for her either).
In between sniffs, Tim asked the burning question.
“Please…can I call you her name?”
“Oh, Tim…” Dick stood up upon hearing his brother’s comment and seeing Barbara’s sad gaze. He sat down next to Tim and pulled him into his chest, letting him sob as Barbara left the room, tears now forming in her eyes as well.
—
Tim, Damian, and Bruce often went to the Kent’s house to visit. Usually, Lois would make coffee or tea and everyone would just sit and talk about what was going on. It was hard for Tim, as he felt like he didn’t belong anymore.
It seemed Damian had Jon to talk to (the kids), Bruce had Clark and Lois (the adults), but Tim didn’t have you. So, he either watched from afar as Damian and Jon did whatever, or jumped in and out of conversations between the adults. He didn’t enjoy it as much as he wanted to, seeing as your family was the closest thing to you he had left.
During a certain trip, Clark mentioned something about your car sitting in the barn. Tim didn’t hear it at first, staring into his coffee cup, off into space. But it was Bruce who brought him out of the trance.
“Well, if its ok with you, we’d be happy to take it off your hands. I’m sure Tim could find a use for it; maybe, use some parts for new tools, or reverse engineer it. Right, Tim?”
His head shot up, nodding without knowing what was going on. Clark laughed.
“I’m sure she wouldn’t have had a problem with it,” he stood up, knowing it was about time for everyone to leave and got the keys for your car to give to Tim. “You know how to drive it?”
Tim understood what Bruce got him into, and he was fine with it. “I’ll figure it out…Thank you.
Clark tossed him the keys and then he and Lois both gave Tim a hug goodbye, waving the three of them out the door.
Once they were in the driveway, Tim turned to his adopted family.
“I’ll meet you guys at home, I’m gonna take her car.”
He turned to head towards the barn as Damian got a slap on the arm for commenting: “Why would you want to drive that old thing home?”
It only irked Tim, and he walked faster away from Bruce and Damian as his adopted father said he’d see him later.
Tim took the long road home. He drove through mountains and fields enjoying memories of you. Picturing you driving, one hand on the wheel and one hand in his. He could smell your perfume on the seatbelt, and tears once again started to fall from his eyes (an activity becoming more and more normal).
Now, whenever he drives your car, he chooses to take the long way to wherever he’s going. Kids at his school started noticed his change, as the rich kid went from driving an Audi to driving an old Jeep. He didn’t let it get to him; he knew it wouldn’t have gotten to you.
—
It wasn’t until a year later, with Tim still broken, that M’gann thought of a solution. She called him in, along with a few other friends (friends who were supportive of her decision and wanted to make sure Tim went through with it), to the shared living space.
“Listen, Tim, you need to spill. You need to tell her everything you wish you had told her before she…died. We need you. The real you, not the broken you.”
“M’gann, I would if I could! You of all people should be able to tell.” He turned to walk away as she shifted her form and voice.
“Tim, come on. Try.” He stopped and turned at her voice. It was you. M’gann was you, and Tim wasn’t even angry, because deep down he wanted to tell you everything. Slowly, he approached her. She was the closest thing he could ever get to having you back, and he realized that.
With her next words, he broke down.
“…and yes. You can call me anything you want.”
i usually don’t like baby fics bht this one is so cute
Watermelon Seed
You and Sebastian have been trying for a child for a while but after a talk you decide to take a break for a small amount of time. Character – Sebastian x Reader Word Count - 1209
‘I’m sorry I pushed this on your so hard.’ You said to him, he shook his head, making the bed shake. ‘Don’t be.’ He said next to you. ‘I shouldn’t have force it on you.’ You said, your voice breaking slightly. Sebastian moved so he was on his side, head resting on his hand. ‘You didn’t force it on me. We both wanted it as much as each other.’ He told you his hand, tracing patterns on your arm which was closest to him. ‘I made us do it all the time, and it’s not working anymore.’ You continued trying to place the blame on yourself, after having tried for almost nine months for a mini you and Sebastian. ‘shh… we both knew going into this it could happen straight away or it would take some time to happen.’ He said, placing a kiss onto your shoulder, you nodded. ‘We should take a small break, give us both time to prepare.’ He said awkwardly, and you giggled as you turned around to face him. ‘I’ll need to still keep track of my period though.’ You said to him, he nodded. ‘Well I can help with that. Your last period was at Comic Con, cause I had to go do a panel and then I brought back some Bucky and Steve cookies from one of the stalls.’ He told you and you mouth dropped open slightly. ‘How long ago was Comic Con?’ You questioned him. ‘Five weeks ago, why?’ He told you as he watched your intently. ‘Five weeks?’ You asked again, he nodded his head. ‘It can’t be right.’ You mumbled to yourself but he heard it. You reached to the bedside table and picked up your phone. ‘What?’ He asked as he watched you unlock your phone and go to your calendar. You calculated the weeks to be sure before locking your phone and placing it back on the bedside table. ‘I’m a week late.’ You stated as you turned and faced him. ‘What?’ It was his turn to be confused. ‘My period, I’m a week late.’ You told him, he looked at you and smiled. Rolling over so you were pinned under him, his elbows at either side of your head. ‘Are you pregnant?’ He asked. ‘I mean I’ve been stressed from work and that could totally fling it off.’ You continued explaining it to him. He watched as you went silent and he could almost hear the clogs in your brain turning. ‘But yeah.’ You said as you finally focussed on him, he broke out in a massive smile and pressed kisses all over your face. You started giggling as you pushed him over and he was on his back, you straddling his hips. He looked up at you and smiled widely before he sat up, your noses pressing against each other. ‘We’re having a baby.’ He whispered as his hands made their way under you top and placed gently on your belly, you smiled and nodded.
3 months later. ‘Are you sure you want to tell them?’ He asked as he nuzzled into your neck, his hands resting on your small bump. ‘Yeah, why don’t you want to tell them?’ You questioned him, he had been excited all week. ‘I don’t know. It’s our little secret just now. I just don’t want to tell anyone.’ He mumbled into your neck, you brung you hand up and ran it through his hair. ‘Well we’re telling the family tonight, friends at the weekend and we’ll tell the fans closer to the date, so you can have a special secret.’ You teased him, he smiled but nodded. Placing a kiss to your neck before he pulled back.
‘Mmmm. Did you make this?’ You mum asked you, you rolled your eyes at her. ‘Yes, mum don’t sound so surprised.’ You said, Sebastian’s hand landed on your thigh as she licked the spoon, looking at it before placing it down. He squeezed it as she picked it back up and looked closer, before screaming surprising everyone at the table. ‘What’s wrong?’ Sebastian’s mum asked. Your mum looked at the two of you with wide eyes. ‘Really?’ She questioned, you both nodded your head with smiles. ‘Really what?’ Sebastian mum asked, you looked at them and smiled. ‘Read your spoons.’ You told them, they looked confused but licked their spoons and read them. there was a deafening silence before screams and squeals echoed throughout the room. Yours and Sebastian’s mum, ran around to you, hugging your tightly where as your dad high fived Sebastian.
4 months later. ‘You ready to go?’ Sebastian asked, you nodded as you looked up from your phones. ‘Seb?’ You said, he poked his head back out the bathroom with a raised eyebrow. ‘We should tell the fans. I don’t want them to find out through the media or anyone else.’ You told him, he nodded and walked over to you, offering you a hand to help you up with your gratefully took. ‘Okay, I’ll post it in the car.’ He said. You smiled as you grabbed your bag and the both of you made your way to the car that was waiting out the front for the two of you. Once you were driving to the venue, you and Sebastian brung out your phones deciding to announce the news of your baby on the way there, once you had both posted, within seconds both your phones were buzzing.
As you got out your car, you stumbled a little but found your balance and smile at Sebastian. When everyone saw the two of you they screamed, then when Sebastian moved to your side the fans screamed louder and the paparazzi aimed the cameras towards you. You walked hand and hand down the carpets until the first interviewer. ‘Mr and Mrs Stan, lovely to see you both tonight.’ She spoke cheerfully. ‘Nice to meet you too.’ You and Sebastian said at the same time. ‘So breaking news for anyone who doesn’t already know. You’re pregnant.’ She said loudly, and the fans cheered around you. ‘I don’t know who said that, Seb just challenged me to eat a watermelon seed and here we are.’ You joked as you gestured to your belly, all three of you laughed. ‘Well congrats on the watermelon then, how far along are you?’ She questioned, you rubbed your belly as you felt her kick, knowing that she was being talked about. ’29 weeks, so 7 months now.’ You said as you calculated it in your head. ‘Are you excited to be a father?’ She asked turning to Sebastian after you answered. ‘Of course, she’s going to be daddy’s little girl.’ He said as he placed his hands onto your bump and she kicked again, Sebastian smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. ‘Well it was lovely to meet you, good luck with your movie and your little one.’ She said, you smiled widely and nodded. ‘Thank you, we will.’ You both said smiling, before moving onto the next interviewer. The rest of the interviews being a repeat of the last, not asking much about the movie, mostly about the little girl, but you and Sebastian didn’t mind.
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