nine thirty

Some reports of desertion in Hamilton's artillery company

John Reling, of Capt. Hamilton’s Company, in the New-york Artillery, tried by the same General Court Martial for “Desertion,” is found guilty of breaking from his confinement, and sentenced to be confin’d for six-days, upon bread and water.

—  General Orders, 8 May 1776  

Uriah Chamberlain of Capt. Hamilton’s Company of Artillery, tried at a late General Court Martial, whereof Colonel Huntington was president for “Desertion”—The Court find the prisoner guilty of the charge, and do sentence him to receive Thirty nine Lashes, on the bare back, for said offence.                  -General Orders, 16 May 1776

 New York, May 31, 1776. An entry in the Journals of the New York Provincial Congress under this date reads: “Ordered, that Capt. Alexander Hamilton, or any or either of his officers, be and they are hereby authorized to go on board any ship or vessel in this harbour, and take with them such guard as may be necessary, and that they make strict search for any men who may have deserted from Captain Hamilton’s company

-To Alexander Hamilton from the Provincial Congress of the Colony of New York, [31 May 1776]

(Founders online puts that ‘This order was issued after a member had “informed the Congress that some of Captain Hamilton’s company of artillery have deserted, and that he has some reasons to suspect that they are on board of the Continental ship, or vessel, in this harbour, under the command of Capt. Kennedy’)

John Davis of Capt. Hamilton’s Company of Artillery, tried by a Court Martial whereof Col. Malcom was President, was convicted of “Desertion” and sentenced to receive Thirty-nine lashes.               

-General Orders, 7 September 1776

The reports of the desertions that I could find on founders online were mostly from May - September of 1776. ‘The war of the revolution’ by Christopher Ward has that, around this time:

‘The army was in a deplorable condition, mentally and physically. Dispirited by its recent defeat, dejected by its hardships, dismayed at the prospect of the future… Physically, too, everything was in sad condition. The men were tired, soaked to the skin, hungry and in some part leaderless… Desertion was consequentially rife, especially among the militia. They went off in whole companies, in whole regiments. Within a few days the Connecticut militia dwindled from 8,000 to 2,000 men.’

my name is Stanley Almodovar III
i carry the name of my father and his father before me
i’m twenty-three years young
i dyed my hair saturday but no one got to see it sunday morning
my name is Amanda Alvear
i am twenty-five years young
people know me as a pharmacy tech, the girl who lost almost two hundred pounds, the girl who takes too many selfies
but the only place i was truly myself was where i was that night
my name is Oscar Aracena
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i was so close to getting my degree… so close
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i never did know if my job was the one who tried to save my life
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i am thirty years young
i almost have my doctorate degree of management in organizational leadership
almost
my name is Darryl Roman Burt II
i am twenty-nine years young
i just received my master’s degree in Human Resources Management
tonight, i was celebrating
mi llamo Jonathan Camuy
soy es veinticuatro anos
trabajo en una cadena de televisión española
realmente estaba deseando volver a trabajar el lunes
my name is Angel Luis Candelario-Padro
i am twenty-eight years young
soon, i will be an ophthalmic technician
i cannot wait to begin my new job in a few days
my name is Omar Capo
i am twenty years young
i love to dance
i always said i wanted to die doing what i loved
my name is Simon Carrillo
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i was really looking forward to our next vacation together
my name is Luis Daniel Conde
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he’s been by my side since high school
my name is  Juan Pablo Rivera Velazquez
i am twenty-two years young
my best friend is  Luis Daniel Conde
seems only fitting we left this world together
my name is Cory James Connell
i am twenty-one years young
my brother is getting married this fall and i am to be his best man
don’t tell him but i have no idea what to say in my speech
my name is Tevin Eugene Crosby
i am twenty-five years young
i am the owner of a marketing firm, Total Entrepreneurs Concepts
hard work truly does pay off; i can’t wait to share my latest meme with all of my facebook friends when i get home tonight
my name is Anthony Luis Laureano Disla
i am twenty-five years young
i love to dance, i want to be a dancer
tonight, i want to go dancing with my friends
my name is Deonka Deidra Drayton
i am thirty-two years young
for the first time in a long time, i can finally, confidently, say
that i am happy
my name is Leroy Valentin Fernandez
i am twenty-five years young
i love to sing
no matter what happens in life, no one will ever take my voice away from me
my name is Mercedez Marisol Flores
i am twenty-six years young
i am studying literature at Valencia College’s West Campus but my true passion is party planning
i’ve been thinking about switching majors
my name is Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz
i am twenty-two years young
all i want to do is make people smile
i’ve always thought that laughter could cure anything
my name is Paul Terrell Henry
i am forty-young years young
i am the proud father of two amazing kids and i have the most magnificent boyfriend
i cannot thank god enough for all of my blessing
my name is Frankie Hernandez
i am twenty-seven years young
i have a little sister, she’s one of my best friends
i cannot wait to see the person she becomes when she grows up
my name is Miguel Angel Honorato
i am thirty years young
i have three sons who i love more than life itself
i hope they will enjoy what i have planned for the next birthday party
my name is Jimmy De Jesús
i am fifty years young
i love my job but i am so thankful i have tomorrow off
i plan on having a good time tonight
my name is Javier Jorge-Reyes
i am forty years young
i am so, so proud of who i am
no one can take that away from me
my name is Jason Josaphat
i am nineteen years young
i love life, i love my life
and it’s only just begun
my name is Eddie Justice
i am thirty years young
i have a huge family, but i am a mama’s boy at heart
i always make sure to text my mom everyday
my name is Christopher Leinonen
i am thirty-two years young
i am madly in love with my boyfriend, Juan Guerrero
i cannot wait to see what the future has in store for the two of us
my name is Juan Guerrero
i am twenty-five years young
i am madly in love with my boyfriend, Christopher Leinonen
after a long week at work, i just want to unwind with my love tonight
my name is Alejandro Martinez
i am twenty-one years young
i have only been living in Florida for two years
but i have always met so many kind people here; that must be why it is called the “sunshine state”
my name is Brenda Lee Marquez-McCool
i am forty-nine years young
i beat cancer twice
and i have never felt more alive
my name is Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez
i am twenty-five years young
i am studying health care management at the Ana G. Mendez University’s Orlando campus
all i want to do is help people
my name is Kimberly Morris, but you can call me ‘KJ’
i am thirty-seven years young
i moved to Florida to be closer to my mother and grandmother
i love my job as a bouncer at Pulse Nightclub
my name is Akyra Murray
i am eighteen years young
i just graduated from West Catholic Preparatory High School
my name is Geraldo Ortiz-Jimenez, but you can call me Drake
i am twenty-five years young
i love Selena Gomez
i hope to meet her one day
Joel Rayon Paniagua
i am thirty-one years young
i love dancing
i am going to meet my friends for a night of dancing
my name is Jean Carlos Mendez Perez
i am thirty-five years young
not to brag, but i am the best salesperson Perfumania
you can ask Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon
my name is Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon
i am thirty-seven years young
growing up wasn’t easy but i can finally say that i am comfortable in my own skin
and i am lucky enough to have Jean Carlos Mendez Perez by my side through it all
my name is Enrique L. Rios
i am twenty-five years young
i am from New York
but i came to Florida to celebrate my friend’s birthday
my name is Eric Ivan Ortiz Rivera
i am thirty-six years young
i don’t really like clubs
but it’s for a friend, so tonight, i will go
my name is Xavier Emmanuel Serrano
i am thirty-five years young
i have a five year old son who is my entire world
i just hope i will raise him to be a genuine and compassionate person
my name is Christopher Sanfeliz
i am twenty-four years young
i am a personal banker at J.P. Morgan Chase bank
i am very thankful to have Sundays off, especially tonight
my name is Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan
i am twenty-four years young
i am a proud mom and wife
my youngest baby is three months old
my name is Jean Carlos Nieves Rodriguez
i am twenty-seven years young
i just brought my first house
i just want my mom to live somewhere nice
my name is Edward Sotomayor Jr.
i was named after my father
i am thirty-four years young
i love my boyfriend and i love adventure
my name is Shane Tomlinson
i am thirty-three years young
i am the lead singer in a band
i love to bring music to the lives of others
my name is Martin Benitez Torres
i am thirty-three years young
last month, i enrolled in college
i hope to be a pharmacy tech
my name is Juan Rivera Velazquez
i am thirty-nine years young
i love being a hair stylist
 i love making people feel beautiful
my name Luis Vielma
i am twenty-two years young
i love my job, especially working on the Harry Potter ride at Universal
but one day i really want to become an EMT
my name is Jerald Arthur Wright
i am thirty-one years young
i have a huge family, both biological and my coworkers 
tonight i am celebrating my friend’s birthday
—  say their names
(cc, 2017)
Jungkook’s Fics Recommendations PT1

Jungkook 

OneShots

Series

Series Part 2

When I wake up in the morning, you are the first thing I think of, and it’s not because you’re on my phone screen, it’s because how could the first thought in my head not be; ‘What on earth did I do to deserve someone like you?’ You are the most important and incredible person in my life, and I am so unbelievably excited and privileged that one day I am going to be able to call you my wife.
When I think of our future I get butterflies. Amazing, happy butterflies. I think of our first apartment, and then going to viewings for our first house. I think of us going to a shelter and choosing our first dog together. I think of us trying to have children, our first test, our first sonogram. When we welcome our children into the world and how I will probably break your hand in the process of that. I think of us raising our children together and how I’ll do anything and everything I can for the family we will have created.
I can’t believe I have found my one, and my one may currently live 4,325 miles away but the fact is that I have found you and I’m never going anywhere but by your side through anything that life may throw at us. The memories we have already made and the ones we’re going to make are going to be memories I never ever want to forget. I am so in love with you, and I will always be here for you.
—  you mean the world to me.
Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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Locked Away

By reddit user Pippinacious

Six months. That’s how long almost half of the new hire last when they become social workers. Some will tell you it’s the pay, others will tell you it’s the stress, still others will complain about poor training or case overload or the broken system. But that’s all bullshit. The reason they quit is always the same; the kids.

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So I saw a post about how James Potter would never grow old and had an overwhelming feeling of “FIGHT ME”, and then I realized that the fandom never talks about what it would be like if he grew old, they just say they’re sad he didn’t…so here are elderly James Potter headcanons.

  • He’s super, super vivacious. It’s like he never ages except he clearly does because hair is gray and he has a cane and has some back problems. But he never loses his zest for life.
  • He goes to equality protests with the rest of the Marauders (which DOES include Lily) all the time, and tells the leaders that “he’ll hit anyone with a cane”.
  • Which he would, because he has
  • He fantasized about getting a sword installed in the cane. He once spent twenty minutes looking up places to do that, only to have Lily confront him later with a “please get me a sword, too”
  • So he did, and sometimes they do battles in the front yard until something happens to someone’s back.
  • James is that old guy that goes to quidditch matches all the time. The Chudley Cannons are in town? Whup, let’s go. He has this thing where he screams at the teams and waves his cane and the players never mind because it’s just like “it’s that Potter fellow again”
  • Whenever he sees teams, he’ll make them sign two things: his apparel for them and a shirt that he will intentionally buy the week before and keep the receipt so he can prove he saw them recently. 
  • He and Sirius have a thing where they’re in contest for “coolest grandparents”, and he wants to prove that he really is the coolest by having a shirt he bought “last week, my clone, see?
  • He always calls James his clone because the two of them find it hilarious, and then he asks James about the Marauders and James will tell him stories
  • He has inside jokes with all his grandkids.
  • Him and Lily Luna have a contest to see who can unintentionally wreck the Potters’ front yard the most because they both kill every growing thing (but they try!), so whenever he greets her, he says, “wreck any yards recently?”
  • Albus Severus is almost done memorizing the key sections of Hogwarts: A History so James and Albus have battles with memorized sections of Hogwarts: A History against Quidditch Through the Ages. They always have some joking talk about it when Albus arrives so they can both get their game up.
  • They like to do weird accents as they do them, as well.
  • Harry records all of these and sends them to Hermione and Ron because “hey look, Hermione, someone’s actually reading Hogwarts: A History
  • James’ messy hair never balds, it only goes gray. 
  • Although he HAS suggested to Lily that he follow in his father’s footsteps an make a magical hair dye: one for Lily and him to share, because she’s graying too. It’s very visible since she almost never puts her hair up.
  • She laughs and says she’d rather him share with Sirius.
  • The people at the Muggle grocery store love him, because he sits there and tells all his wizarding stories for hours and no one can tell if he’s serious or not, but he’s such a good storyteller that it doesn’t matter.
  • Whenever Harry and his kids come over he tries to help Lily bake something. It always turns out to be a disaster, but it always means he has a new story to tell them.
  • He gives the grandkids gifts every time they visit. The real question is who will get a prank gift and who gets a real gift. 
  • He does a similar thing with candy dishes by filling all of them with Bertie Botts. 
  • He still rides out on his broom whenever he can.
  • He has an old leather recliner. Because yes, of course he does.
  • The Marauders meet up every week. They talk and they do projects and basically are an entourage at this point.
  • Remus decided to grow a beard, which ends up looking like a few silly little wisps on his chin that bother all of them. Peter one day comments about how easy it would be to get rid of it in his sleep and so Sirius and James create a plan to hack it off
  • (a plan that never works, because Lily tells him the next day and Remus decides to cut it off before Sirius and James can)
  • James and Lily talk every single night and spend time together every single day. They never, ever run out of things to talk about.
  • They have a chore rotation.
  • Every night, before they go to sleep, he makes tea for Lily and himself (she likes chamomile with honey, his favorite changes every week). It’s the one thing he can cook besides Indian food, they food he grew up with, without entirely messing it up.
  • He goes to sleep at nine thirty so he can get sleep and have a great day tomorrow, too, because he learned that you CAN be too tired to enjoy life, and he doesn’t want to waste a minute of it.
  • He focuses a lot on experiences and friendships and relationships now, and he feels so lucky to be surrounded by so many amazing people that he loves, especially after the war.
  • He went to treatment for PTSD after it was over. Harry had to, too, but there are nights when Harry wakes up screaming and James and Lily are there to comfort him and calm him down because they know what it’s like and they love him more than anything else in the world.
  • James Potter lives a beautiful life as an older man and no one can tell me otherwise.
Boyfriend Vs Brother

Theo x Reader


“You know she’ll be pissed.” Theo sighed when Stiles refused to leave.

“You think I’ll let my sister go anywhere with you?” Stiles scoffed.

“Oh, trust me she’s been places with me.” Theo smirked as he got out of his truck, slowly swaggering over to the gym where your team was pouring out.

“Theo!” You squealed and skipped into his arms.

“Hey babe, you do good?” He asked as you leaned up to kiss him.

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1 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count: 
3,745

series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

Originally posted by annabartollo

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Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

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Poetry Riot Prompt (Week One-Hundred Thirty-Nine) 19 - 25 June

The prompt for this week is:

under the weather

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Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Sebastian Stan x Reader) Pt. 5

A/N: hello lovelies! part 5 is finally here! This chap gets hella angsty AND steamy! ;) I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Warnings: Angst. Sexual pictures. NSFW. Online relationships. Swearing. There is a very graphic picture at the end so beware lol!

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The Summer Masterlist

The Summer | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery  for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 400,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

For reference, @botanistlester is Dan, @snowbunnylester is Phil.

Complete

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty-One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Chapter Twenty-Four | Chapter Twenty-Five | Chapter Twenty-Six | Chapter Twenty-Seven | Chapter Twenty-Eight | Chapter Twenty-Nine | Chapter Thirty | Chapter Thirty-One | Chapter Thirty-Two | Chapter Thirty-Three

anyway, it didn’t work out because you are not as kind
as the demigod husband i was promised, not as brave,
not as unquestionably good. i would say that with no judgement,
except i’ve judged and condemned, have sent my friends
your old texts to decipher, have passed my cell phone around
the dinner table, because i needed someone else
to say that yes, you are beautiful, but no,
no one is beautiful enough to forgive endlessly.

there is a limit to every love, let’s not pretend there isn’t.
there is a road that turns into a ditch, a ditch that becomes a lake,
a lake that becomes an ocean, an ocean that becomes
a girl. anyway, it was a bullet dodged, a bullet received.
an old hurt is still a hurt, still a flood in a rainstorm.
for a long time, my favorite poem was your favorite poem
and it didn’t matter to me that no one else liked it.
i thought it meant that you knew me, that you could
really see me, but first i had to become me.
—  Yena Sharma Purmasir, “nine of thirty” (2017)
SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 4

nA/N: Hey, lovebugs! I just wanna thank you all for the feedback and hope you enjoy part four. Remember, 100 notes for the next chapter and make sure you drop feedback in my inbox. This ones a bit longer since some requested for it to be, so i hope you guys like it.

**Warning**: Smut(a blowjob to be specific)


One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


“No, you didn’t!”  Connor yelled as you told him about the details of your day. Felix on the other hand was laughing so hard he turned red and was curled up on the floor.

“What’s so funny?” You laughed along with them, taking a sip of Felix’s famous martinis. Living next door to a bartender that also happened to be your close friend pays off.

“You made him cum his pants on the third date, how lovely.” Felix laughed.“ I’m just surprised you’re even going through with this whole ordeal.”

“I am too. I don’t know what happened today, I felt so…” you trailed as you tried to find the right words to describe what you felt in that moment.

“Dominant and sexy?” Connor smirked as he took a sip of his own drink.

“Yeah…”

“Trust me, I know. I’ve loved the feeling from the first time and still do four years later.”

This caused you to widen your eyes in shock as Felix’s face flushed red. You shifted your eyes from him to Connor who still held a smug look on his face and back to Felix once again.

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  • Nami: (About Law) So he’s still hitting on you?
  • Luffy: Yeah. Which didn’t surprise me, to be honest. And he’s blatant enough about it now that it definitely can’t be misinterpreted. Then out of the blue, Zoro told me I was flirting back.
  • Nami: Are you?
  • Luffy: …Yeah.
  • Nami: So you’re here on my sofa drinking wine at nine thirty PM because…?
  • Luffy: Because flirting with a serial killer seems like a terrible life choice? Even for me.
Capital F (Tom Holland x FemReader) Fluff

Originally posted by hawkwoman

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(A/n): lmao so I got all these requests at 11:30 pm yesterday, my time. So that is my one and only excuse for not getting them up the day of.

Request:  49. ‘There is only one bed.’ 61. ‘I think we’re lost.’ 98. ‘Forever.’ with Tom Holland if it’s not too much trouble?

49. There is only one bed.

61. I think we’re lost.

98. Forever.

Warnings: So like I’m sure there is swearing in here somewhere.

_____

“Tom.”

“Wait,”

“Tom.”

“Shush.”

“Tom,”

“Jus–” 

“I think we’re lost”

Tom let out an unmistakable groan of dissatisfaction as (Y/n) mused him with her comments.

Wandering through a dense boreal forest could get anyone mixed up. Tom was, in particular, really susceptible to confusion; whether he cared enough to admit it or not. (Y/n) wasn’t totally innocent either, she was dumb enough to follow him.

“So like, the designated shooting tarmac should be near by. We couldn’t have gone that far.” she mused again, squaring her surroundings. “If it wasn’t so boring, we wouldn’t have gone at all..”

“I know that! I know where we are,” Tom sputtered and did a full three sixty rotation “have a little faith.”

(Y/n)’s gaze slipped to her shoes, an acorn touching the head of her sneaker. She bent forward and swiped it into her hand, chucking it at the brunette brit.

It hit him in the ear.

“What the bloody was that for?” he laughed.

“It was for I don’t know if you are listening to yourself, but you sound nuts, Tom.” (Y/n) snickered.

Tom threw the acorn right back and it hit the tree directly behind the girl. Tom laughed again.

“I saw that tree six minutes ago, he told me his name was Oxford.” he breathed.

(Y/n) turned to view the tree but was instead drew attention to a shiny trailer hiding in the background “Bullshit.” she sighed.

“No, that’s really what he told me.” Tom insisted.

“Not that,” the (h/c) haired girl chuckled “That’s Seb’s trailer. You didn’t get us lost after all.”

She began to hike up to the large filming setup.

“I didn’t lose us, I’m British! I know things!” Tom called, chasing after (Y/n).

❆  ❆  ❆

“So you didn’t sneak off to have sex?” Anthony asked.

“Not this time.” Tom joked, and winked back at him.

(Y/n) slapped both of their arms, and snatched Tom’s wrist.

“I hate you. We have a scene to shoot, you twit.” she demanded, gearing away from Anthony.

“For how long will you hate me this time?” Tom drawled, his accent wrapping around his words soundly. He began to snicker at her abstract cuteness.

“Forever.”

“Oo, no longer than last time.” he confirmed, throwing his head back as he let himself be pulled along the grass. He was able to see Anthony again.

He mouthed “get some” to Tom.

(Y/n) retaliated with a yell of “Close your mouth, you flightless bastard.”

❆  ❆  ❆

“I’m..” (Y/n) sighed and rolled her neck, pawing at Tom’s hand “…really tired.”

“I second that.” Tommy huffed, lacing together their different sized hands.

It was only midday and the pair of bestfriend’s have already filmed thirty nine different scenes. Now, they didn’t have to film for another two and a half hours.

“Let’s nap in my trailer, love?” Tom suggested. The girl shrugged in return, followed by a quaint nod of her head.

As they led themselves to Tom’s personal trailer, it became apparent to (Y/n) that it was built for one person.

“Tommy,” she began when they stepped into the confinement of smaller living space “there is only one bed…” and she let her voice wander off.

“Yeah, and?”

Tom untied their hands and instead pulled his arms around (Y/n) shoulders. He pushed them both forward, waddling to the bed.

“You hate me anyway, remember? So don’t make it awkward.” he mused.

The girl let loose a brisk laugh “I don’t hate you.” she confirmed.

“Even better.”

Tom spun them both and tumbled to the bed’s cushion surface.

“I could probably sleep on the couch, Tommy.” (Y/n) mused.

“Now that is the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day- and I talked with Robert.” Tom scoffed. He placed his chin upon (Y/n)’s head and tightened his arms around her shoulders.

“What if I mayb–”

“That’s not gunna’ work.” Tom mumbled.

“Why not?”

“You’re so warm, and I like it too much.”

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(A/N): wowowow I did it. This is cute as shit, gosh darn. I impress myself.