2005 mets

anonymous asked:

Can you tell us more about your relationship?

Originally posted by gif-t-s

Husbando and I met spring 2005 and became a couple that summer.  We’ve been together a loooong time… I feel old.  XD  *pensively strokes imaginary white beard

The first time I met him he was doing a handstand while wearing a Darth Vader helmet. 

Our first one-on-one conversation was us having a Final Fantasy debate, with him saying that using a Phoenix Down on an undead enemy was a sound strategy, while I insisted that Phoenix Downs tend to fail on undead bosses and Revive/Cure magic was much more effective.

We decided to become a couple while at an amusement park.  We both still love roller coasters and crazy rides.

The first movie we saw at a movie theater together was Howl’s Moving Castle.

For our wedding we chose the song “Ashitaka and San” from Princess Mononoke for our first dance.  (We REALLY love Miyazaki films)

He introduced me to my favorite genre of video games, nonlinear RPGs, with Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic.  (My blog is named after the protagonist’s ship, the Ebon Hawk)

In video games, he favors close combat fighting while I prefer long range.  When we played WoW before we had kids, he was always the tank; I was the healer.  In Resident Evil co-op he’s always the shotgun guy, while I’m the sniper.

I’m generally better at videogames than he is (he’ll readily acknowledge that), with the notable exception being Super Mario Kart.  I got SO CLOSE to beating him once, only to get hit RIGHT AT THE FINISH LINE, BY MY OWN GREEN SHELL I HAD SHOT TWO LAPS PRIOR.  I’m STILL sore about that one.  XD

We play Dungeons and Dragons with friends (old married fuddy duddies like us XD) about twice a month.

We named our dog Leeroy Jenkins, because we are meme trash.  (Also, his name when we adopted him was Leroy, and he’d been put up for adoption for killing a chicken.  He practically named himself.)

Anyway, there are lots more dorky, geeky facts about us, but I’ll stop here for now.  XD  We’ve had our ups and downs like most couples, but we’ve got a good thing going.

This Interview Is Over

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could please do one where the cast of CACW , seb and his pregnant wife ( she’s part of the cast ) go to an interview and she goes into labor and everyone freaks out? Thanks!

Warnings: birth?

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader (ft. The cast of CW)

A/N: I wrote this quickly on my phone so it’s really short I’m so sorry!

MASTERLIST


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Acting wasn’t always easy for you. You had been in a few films in the past, maybe about 10 to 15? You were always nervous on camera, so that’s why you liked doing theater the best. That was until you met the love of your life on set, Sebastian.

The two of you met in 2005 for the filming of a certain film called The Covenant. You played the part of his girlfriend, so you had to exchange a few kissing scenes with him at the time. You would always laugh and mutter “I’m so sorry - okay. Let’s try this again” because you were either nervous or someone did something to make you loose it.

Sebastian caught onto this habit of yours so during the middle of filming, he asked if he could help you with your shyness and asked you out for coffee. You agreed and soon after that, you had gotten better at acting and hiding your nervous bug that ticked whenever you did something. You were happy that you met up with him every week to study the arts because if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here at an interview with the cast of Captain America: Civil War with your husband and the little life you were carrying in your belly.

Civil War was your newest project you’d been working on. You couldn’t give anymore details to your huge fan base, because that would ruin the surprise.

You were in Age of Ultron before Civil War, and people liked your role of Spider-Woman so much, The Russo Brothers just had to squeeze you in for a role in the action film.

Here you are, wearing a nice long, wavy, dark red dress that hugged your curves, especially your expecting area, quite nicely. Underneath, you wore flats just to be comfortable during the interview.

The interview was in London and you and Sebastian just arrived right in time. You saw the stage and saw that it had two rises with chairs on both black rises, and an interviewer’s podium to the right.

“Hey, Seabass!” Anthony Mackie said, coming up from behind you and Sebastian backstage. You smiled as the two of them hugged and exchanged conversations.

“And hello to you too, (Y/N).” Anthony said. “You’re lookin’ great for a lady that’s expecting!” He said, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

You laughed at his remark. “Thanks, Mackie.”

The other cast members came in, along with The Russos, and everyone started engaging in conversation. You all started talking before it was time to go on stage.

“You ready, babe?” Sebastian asked as he hugged your side, kissing your temple.

You smiled. “Course I am.” You said as you put your hands on your belly.

The announcer started introducing everyone, and by name, they started sitting down on the black chairs that were assigned to them.

“And next, we have (Y/F/N) as Spider-Woman!” The lady said. That was your que to go onstage, so you straightened your posture.

“That’s you, Hun.” Sebastian said. You walked down to the stage, looking at the big audience of fans and the press. You waved at all of them, as they screamed in excitement. You took your seat next to Elizabeth as she got up and hugged you.

“How are you?” She asked, covering her microphone that was clipped to her red dress.

You sighed, putting a hand on your stomach. You felt the baby kick once they felt your touch. “Me? Bloated. The baby? Angry, apparently.” You said, causing her to laugh.

Sebastian came up next and he took his seat next to you, giving you another kiss before the fans screamed.

As the interviewer announced everyone, and when everyone was onstage, the crowd started to quiet down.

“So, how is everyone tonight?” She asked. Everyone responded with either “good,” or “fantastic.”

“Especially you, (Y/N) since you’re the pregnant one on set.” She said. You sighed and smiled.

“Well, like I just told Lizzie here, bloated. The baby is being a little feisty tonight.” You said. Everyone laughed at your comment as the interviewer started to ask questions to everyone on set.

When almost everyone had a question to answer, the interviewer turned the questions to the crowd. Chris and Robert got the most questions, so you didn’t have to worry about talking. As the interview went on, you tried your hardest not to scream out in pain since the baby kept kicking.

“My question is for (Y/N).” Someone in the crowd said. Finally.

Your attention was brought back up to the crowd. You looked around to find the person and you found them in the middle section. “Go for it.” You smiled, holding your hand up to block the light that was blocking your vision.

“You and Sebastian knew each other since around the 2000s. You both have come this far as to working with each other and your relationship with each other is just - fantastic.” The person began.

“Why thank you.” Sebastian spoke from your side. You laughed as you squeezed his hand with your left.

“I was wondering, how was it to play a pregnant Spider-Woman and how was it to work with your husband on set?” You heard ‘awes’ going around the room, and even from your cast mates.

You took a deep breath and began. “Well, for starters, I just wanna say that it was definitely harder this time to play Jessica because, during AOU, I obviously wasn’t pregnant, so it was a lot easier to maneuver around in that tight ass silk suit.” You said, making everyone laugh. “But, uh, yeah it was not as hard as I thought it would be - Well, I mean now I’m what, a few days away from going into labor? So..I kinda forgot what being smaller felt like.” You laughed.

“Rewind. Did she just say a few DAYS?” Robert asked, facing you next to Chris. You nodded. Everyone was shocked by your answer. Just then, the baby started kicking again.

“But during the process of f-filming, I had to- to do a few shots where I was on a greens..screen and then the fighting scenes were brutal so.. Y-yah..” You said, holding your stomach. “But it was fun doing a film with Sebastian again, this time him being m-my husband, so it was an honor. But he really was a distraction.” You smiled at him as he smirked at you, shaking his head.

Everyone did another round of questions, and then you had another one. Another question, and another kick. “Holy shit” you whispered, holding your stomach.

“(Y/N)?” Lizzie said from your right side, holding your hand. “Everything okay?”

You gave her a tight smile. “I - I think so.”

“My question is for (Y/N)” you heard again. Your ears perked up to the sound of your name, and you looked in the crowd. “Who’s your favorite person to work with onset?” The man asked.

When you were about to respond, you felt a warm liquid roll down your leg. Your eyes widened and you yelled, “Sebastian!”

“Oh, thanks, doll, you didn’t have to say my name but- holy shit!” He said, turning to you. You looked at him with worried eyes as he held your left hand, Lizzie holding your other.

“Are you okay, Mrs (Y/L/N)?” The interviewer asked.

“I, uhm.. This…M-My… My water broke.” You stammered. You squeezed your legs as your breathing started to quicken. Sebastian and Lizzie got up and held you up, Sebastian carrying you bridal style. Everyone gasped as the cast got up.

“This interview is OVER.” Robert said. “See you all soon!” He said before everyone exited.

You waved at everyone and the curtains quickly closed. As you walked backstage, you heard Sebastian yell, “we need an ambulance right now!” He said, setting you down on one of the couches backstage. The cast was running all over the place in worry. Everyone was shouting while Anthony, Jeremy, and Robert got out their phones.

“Seb, it hurts.” You cried, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. He squeezed your hand as you squeezed surprisingly harder.

“I know baby, I know. Breathe - like we practiced alright?” He said. He started doing deep breathes in and out as you mimicked his actions.

“This is incredible!” Paul Rudd said from the couch next to you. You saw Chris practically on the floor from laughing so hard, him clutching Daniel’s left bicep as he laughed too.

You couldn’t help but laugh too as you started giggling, then crying. “OWW…” You said.

“Ambulance is here. Get her in, now!” Emily said as she opened the doors meeting the big ambulance trucks. You got in as Sebastian went in as well. You heard the others say that they’ll meet you at the hospital and Sebastian nodded.

“Deep breaths, doll. Follow me.” Sebastian said next to you. You squeezed his hand as you cried out in pain.

•••


Hours later, you were laying down on the big hospital bed, your cast members crowding the room as they all got the news that the baby had finally been delivered. Sebastian sat on the bed next to you, holding yours and his baby. You smiled at the bundle of joy your husband was holding.

“So, what’s the gender?” Anthony Russo asked, his brother, Joe, holding a camera in hand, capturing the moment to post on Instagram.

You looked at Sebastian, since he didn’t know what the gender was either.

You smiled before you began your sentence. You took a deep breath. “It’s a girl.” You announced. Everyone awed. Some literally jumped for joy, others cheered, and Robert gave Paul Bettany $5. Knowing them, they had already placed a bet. (A BETtany lmaooooo)

You saw Sebastian’s reaction and you couldn’t help but have your eyes filled with tears. You smiled as you reached up to wipe away the tear that escaped his eyes. He bent his head down to pull you into a passionate kiss. He gave you your little girl and you rocked her in your arms.

“Decided on a name?” Kevin asked.

You shrugged and looked at your husband. “After all the names we looked through throughout the months, have you decided?” You asked.

He smiled, wiping away his tears. “I dunno..I kinda like the name Jessica. You know, after your character.”

“Jessica is a perfect name!” Lizzie said.

“You will raise a total asskicking girl then, guys.” Chris said, laughter filled the room.

“Jessica it is then.” You said. “Jessica Rebecca Stan.”

Sebastian nodded as your eyes filled with happy tears. You pulled him by his collar and engulfed him in a kiss once more.

“I never thought we’d have our baby in London.” You said when the two of you pulled back.

“My own town.” Paul said shaking his head.

Happy March 4th!

Happy March 4th, y’all! On this day in 2005, Rose Tyler met the Doctor.

Originally posted by runnslp

To celebrate, I spent the morning introducing @sandalhat101, who’d never seen Doctor Who, to the fandom. We watched the first three episodes! It was great to go back and relive the olden days. ((One day she shall know my pain…)) I mean, what? :P

In addition, I’d like to share a bit of something I’ve been working on. It’s a JE fixit fic in which Rose was the one who was pregnant on the beach, instead of Jackie. She gives birth to a boy, who’s nearly eight years old when the stars start going out. It’s Mickey who does the dimension hopping instead of Rose, since she has a child to think of, and he finds the Doctor immediately following the events of Midnight. Mickey gives the hopper to the Doctor, who then gets recalled to Pete’s world, which is where the excerpt begins. I hope you like it!

WIP Excerpt (2531 words)

He materialized on an empty, quiet street. Actually, materialize was too kind a word for the way he burst into being, feeling physically shredded on a level to match his mental disorganization. It felt apt, in a way, allowing his physiology to go to pieces, unable to keep himself from stumbling to his knees on the pavement. Even though his superior time senses prevented him from being sick like Mickey, he took a moment, crumpled there on the stone, to just be. Here, in Rose’s universe, no entity, no companions, no TARDIS. He’d taken Rose’s instructions to never let himself be alone. She’d been right, as she usually was, but after all these years he was so tired of running. Of putting on the performance, always being all right, never letting himself feel what he felt for fear of giving into madness. Safe in the knowledge that Rose was here, somewhere, the Doctor finally allowed himself to shatter.

“Are you okay, Mister?” The quiet, cautious voice of a child broke into the miasma of his consciousness, and quite right, too. Here he was, going to pieces on a perfectly respectable suburban sidewalk, while Rose needed him. He wondered how much the child had seen – if he’d seen a man appear out of seemingly thin air and then collapse into a shuddering heap. He was being remarkably calm if so.

He let out a shaking laugh. It was easier to pull himself back together with the child’s presence at his shoulder, and he was appropriately grateful. “No. No, I’m really not all right.” There was a sort of subtle triumph in saying the words at last. He drew in great gasps of air, trying to bring himself back under control.

“Do you need a Doctor?”

He almost misses it, the subtle capitalization the child’s tone lends the term, but the next words don’t leave any room for doubt. “My dad’s a doctor, we-l-l properly speaking he’s the Doctor, but I’ve found other people who want you to call them doctor get cross when you imply there’s only one proper Doctor. Mum says the Doctor helps everyone, though, so he’d help you too, or would do if there was one in this universe. There’s so many different universes, with different versions of people, but not the Doctor, he’s a Time Lord, you see, and his ego is so big it can’t be divided up among different bits of him around different universes. That’s how Mum explained it to me, anyway.” A sniff. “As if I didn’t understand the concept of multidimensional nontransferrence.”

His mind was spinning worse than it had been when he popped out of the Void – he heard every word the child said and it all added up to perfectly rational English sentences (especially the last bit about multidimensional nontransferrence, which he thought was inspired), but at the same time it didn’t make any sense because it was impossible.

What?

He didn’t realize he’d spoken the query aloud until the impossible voice continued, “oh, it’s all quite simple really. You see, Mum told me all the Time Lords had gone, and that they were the ones who used to keep an eye on all the different dimensions. It wasn’t that much of a stretch to infer that they must all have had to stay in one place, the prime universe, if you will, because if there were multiple versions of themselves running about keeping an eye on things separately then they would keep stepping on each other and mucking everything up. Mustn’t cross the streams and all that. I guess that’s why Mum keeps insisting we watch that one movie with the ghosts over and over.”

The unbroken stream of words faded into silence as the child seemed to become lost in thought for a moment, and the Doctor took the time to try to come to terms with what had just happened. In the space of less than twenty-four hours, he’d visited a leisure planet orbiting an Xtonic star, had his mind invaded by a malevolent mystery entity, discovered that Void travel was not only possible, but feasible, been presented with the prospect of finally being reunited with Rose after so long, and nothing, nothing, about all of it has shocked him more than being schooled in basic M-theory by a child. A child who spoke of the Doctor and Time Lords as facts. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the boy, was quite incapable of motion at all, in fact, because he’d just managed to convince himself that it all might be true but with this encounter all that hard-won certainty was slipping away.

“Hey, are you okay? Sorry, there I go again, Mum’s always saying I’ve got this gob from someone but she won’t tell me who. It does seem to have a mind of its own though, because here I am babbling on when you might need a doctor. So do you want me to get you one? A doctor that is. If you need the proper Doctor you’re out of luck, I’m afraid, because I can’t go get my… Dad?

The child put his hand on the Doctor’s shoulder and the Doctor turned his head to look at him in the same instant. A charge, like an electrostatic current but ten times more potent, jumped between them, but the Doctor barely felt it. Didn’t need to feel it. Slumped on his knees so that he was looking up into the face of this extraordinary boy, he felt his hearts lodge themselves in his throat.

He has her eyes.

That single thought knocked every other one out of his head – given the state of his mind right then, not the feat it could have been but nevertheless impressive. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d drowned in those honey chocolate eyes and there they were: staring out at him from the face of a six year old boy.

He was so drunk on the sight of those eyes it took him a moment to realize that the face they were set in had the same bone structure he saw in the mirror every day.

What.” The word was hardly a puff of air. His gaze drifted up to discover hair sticking out at all angles like his did when he’s been running his hands through it, except that it was…

“Ginger?!”

“Yup!” Apparently unperturbed, the boy rocked back on his heels slightly, even popping the ‘p’ and leaving the Doctor to wonder absurdly if the tick was somehow a genetic trait or if Rose had picked it up and passed it along, because that’s the sort of thing one did when the world has been turned upside down. “Mum said she laughed herself sick when she saw, but I don’t remember, being so young at the time and all. I’m not sure what exactly is so funny about recessive alleles but apparently they’re supposed to keep me from being rude? Or at least that’s what she says when I’m being rude. Allegedly. Most of the time I think she’s just being sensitive.”

The Doctor let out a stuttered breath which was the closest he could get to laughter without bursting into tears. This had the potential to be the most fantastic thing ever to have happened in his life (well, with the exception of one or two other notable instances) and he was in absolutely no condition to properly appreciate it.

The boy next to him was practically vibrating with excitement and the Doctor could only admire his restraint in the face of his own obvious discomfort. Once his emotions were working properly again through the haze currently clouding his brain, he knew he would be harbouring quite a towering state of rage against the entity who had stolen what should have been, not just one, but two joyous meetings. Instead, he climbed unsteadily to his feet, trying his level best to keep it as much together in front of the child who could only be (he can’t believe he’s admitting it, even to himself) his son - if the nascent bond that had just tried to jump between them through four layers of clothing was anything to go by.

He wished fiercely that he could give the boy the attention he deserved, all the more so since he had apparently missed quite a large portion of his childhood (and oh, how his hearts ached at that thought,) but his miniature double didn’t seem disappointed. On the contrary, he was grinning up at the Doctor as though he personally had hung the sun and stars. The hearts that had been squeezed to nothing in his chest did awkward flip flops. He put his hand on the boy’s shoulder instead, feeling again the jolt of the bond that tried to connect even so far from their telepathic centers, and looked seriously into the eyes that he so adored.

“You know… who I am, then?” he asked, unsure of how to broach such a massively emotional topic.

“'Course I do! Mum knew you’d come back someday, wanted me to know everything about you so I’d be ready when you did – or if we figured a way back first. Not one to sit around and do nothing, Mum.”

The Doctor felt a small, but genuine smile cross his face for the first time in a very long time. “No, certainly not,” he agreed.

“I mean, obviously, she was counting on being the first one to see you so she could explain… well, us,” his son said, scratching the back of his head absently, the Doctor watching his every movement in rapt fascination. “I’m making a mess of things, I know I am, but you’re not mad, are you? At Mum? For not telling you?” Somehow, the chipper, talkative genius he’d just been interacting with had vanished, leaving a boy looking very young and uncertain indeed.

The Doctor had pulled him into his arms before he was consciously aware of the action. “No. Nonononononono,” he breathed, over and over into his son’s (ginger) hair. “Never. Not ever. You are brilliant and perfect and so is your mother, and I could never be mad at either of you. Not really.” A thrill ran through him as he said the words your mother knowing they applied to his own son. His Rose.

“Dad?” the child asked, pulling away the slightest fraction necessary to look up at him, an uncertain, heartsbreakingly hopeful smile on his face, a universe of questions contained within the three-letter word. The Doctor’s own hearts attempted to occupy too little and too much space simultaneously, convulsing in a desperate emotion he’d never felt in all his 900 years.

“Yes,” he replied, pulling his son tighter, answering at least some of them. “Yeah. I’m your dad.” It was one of the hardest sentences he’d ever had to say, his voice faltering halfway through. What right did he have to claim anything of the sort, having only just dropped into his life? But the child let out a happy sob, the sound of which embedded itself into the Doctor’s chest, and clutched himself closer to his waist. Both of them were trembling as they embraced in the quiet street. The child’s hands kept clenching and unclenching in the folds of his suit jacket, under his overcoat. They stayed that way for a long time, the Doctor inhaling the scent of young boy that was somehow still unique to his son, all honey and bruised grass and wind and sunlight, until he felt like it was safe to relinquish, just a little, the death grip he’d been keeping on his sanity. It served to throw into sharp relief, however, just how tenuous that control really was, and he knew he needed to make it to Rose before he completely broke down. He bit back a curse. It wasn’t fair to the child to leave him like this, but neither was it fair to keep him on the hook for his emotional wellbeing.

“What’s your name?” the Doctor asked, all the while railing at the universe for making it necessary for him to have to ask this question of his own son.

“Oh! Uhm…” A slightly muffled cough came from the vicinity of his navel and the boy pulled back to look up into his face. “I’m called Connor.”

“Connor.” The name of his son. He savoured it in his mouth, tasting out the sounds. “It’s, oh, so very nice to finally meet you, Connor.” He could feel tears starting in his eyes, and might have lost the battle with them were it not for the sight of the same in his son’s eyes. Despite his trauma, it was somehow the easiest thing in the world to be strong for both of them. Connor’s mouth tipped up in a watery smile.

“You too, Dad. You too.”

The Doctor’s hearts stuttered in his chest, and he bent to his son’s eye level. “Is it all right if I ask where your mum is right now, Connor?”

This time his son’s grin was decidedly cheeky as he gave his father one final squeeze and let go, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels. “I’m impressed, Dad. It took you a whole fifteen minutes to ask about Mum. Were you shooting for some sort of record?”

The Doctor’s hands found his own pockets, his posture mirroring his son’s as he studied him. “I’m always impressive, me. Also, never predictable if I can help it. More fun that way.”

Connor sucked in a breath through his teeth, his tongue poking between them slightly. “Dad, that was where you were supposed to say that I’m just that brilliant and engrossing.”

The Doctor winced playfully, but his eyes were serious as he caught his son’s gaze. “Is that so? I guess I’m just rusty at this whole fatherhood thing.” And if that isn’t the understatement of the millennium… “You’ll have to be a bit patient with your old man, yeah?”

Connor nodded solemnly, wrapping his arms around his father again, an embrace which the Doctor returned wholeheartedly. “'Course, Dad. Always.” When he pulled back, he had a box in his hand, which he then offered to the Doctor.

“What’s this?” he asked curiously.

“It’s for Mum,” Connor replied. “It’s why I’m not with her right now. Apple tea. I bring her some every year, on the anniversary of… well…”

The Doctor looked about himself, taking in the early spring scent of the air. “Do you mean to tell me it’s the fourth of March today?”

“Got it in one, Dad. Mum said you were good.” The Doctor winked at him, and then sobered. Apple tea. Every year, the scent of apples, and Rose, alone with her memories the same way he’d been, without her. No more. He let out a long breath, holding out his free hand towards his son.

“Well then, Connor Tyler, let’s not keep your mum waiting!”