When Arya and Gendry reunite i hope it is beautiful and emotional and happy and sad all at once because fuck they deserve it. They haven’t seen eachother since s3 and they 1. left on a pretty bad note which was heartbreaking and 2. Arya probably thinks the red woman killed Gendry and Gendry probably knows now about Arya being kidnapped by the Hound.
Firstly, I hope she sees him and Jon separately first because we deserve two separate reunions for each of them. And secondly, I legit pray that the genius sound people combine the Stark and Baratheon themes when they finally see each other bc that would be fuckin great.
I hope Gendry sees Arya first (before she sees him) and i really want her to be fighting someone with Needle or just generally being a badass bc he last saw her as a young girl pretending to be a boy and now she’s what, 16 or 17?? I want him to be in shock at this tiny girl he last saw is now, still pretty small, but a woman and a badass one at that.
When Arya sees Gendry i want her to freeze and be in total shock bc this dude who was probably her closest friend in life who she thinks she would never see again is standing right in front of her. But instead of an immediate hug and all that, i really want her just to fucking sock him right on the jaw lol. He was going to leave her tojoin the Brotherhood back in s3 and she was pretty pissed off/upset about that. But after she has punched him and his initial shock i want them to just stare at each other both with tears in their eyes with their themes in the backroud and have a Jon and Sansa style hug. Arya is still a lot smaller than Gendry so my fuckin shipper heart wants him to lift her off the ground with her arms tightly around his neck and then whisper something like “m’lady”.
Summary: Your brother, Sebastian Stan, is taking you for a little vacation and internship scouting with him on the set of Captain America: Civil War. On the trip, interesting friendships are made, and Spider-Man doesn’t stay your least favorite superhero.
Characters: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Tom Holland, Scarlett Johansson, Chadwick Boseman(more to be added)
WordCount: 1.9k words
Warnings: Swearing? Star Trek vs. Star Wars
A/N: hey guys, this was a long part to write, and I’m not too sure if I like the ending very much, but there’s a lot of banter (: enjoy
The next morning, you wake up to knocking on your hotel room door. You sit up groggily as someone comes into your room, and push your hair out of your face to see a red haired woman standing at the foot of your bed.
“Scarlett,” you blurt out when you recognize the woman, and she laughs, jumping onto the bed. You reach for her, hugging her tightly. “God, I must smell so bad. I probably look like a mess, don’t I?”
“You don’t smell as bad as your brother did,” Scarlett chuckles as she holds you at an arm’s length. Her hair is a dull red color, reminding you of the color of the pumpkin you and Max accidently burned on Halloween, and she appears just as beautiful as ever.
“Sebastian always smells,” you joke, and she smiles wider. “What time is it?”
“It’s about two thirty in the afternoon,” she tells you off handedly. “The Russos want us to keep you guys both on a strict sleeping schedule, so we decided to let you sleep eight hours before waking you up.”
“They want me on a sleeping schedule?” you question, raising an eyebrow.
“They told me Sebastian brought you with him so you could see about getting an internship with them when you graduate,” Scarlett explains, smiling smugly. “Want to tell me about that?”
You blush, and bring the covers up to your nose. “At least let me get dressed first and then we can talk about it with some lunch?”
“Okay,” she agrees, hugging you again even with the covers over your face before she stands. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”
You wave at her until you hear the door close, and flop back into your bed, staring at the popcorn textured ceiling. You had forgotten that the entire cast would be here, which wasn’t a bad thing, but you hoped to hell that not all of them had the key to your room.
Getting out of bed, you immediately put the chain bolt on the hotel room door, and then turned the shower on. You didn’t spend a lot of time under the hot water, just using the hotel’s complimentary shampoo and conditioner in your hair and scrubbing your face before getting out. You left a trail of wet footprints as you walked back out to the bedroom, which you crisscrossed over as you carried your suitcase over to your bed. You opt for jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, and pulled on a black shirt with a yellow Star Trek Command insignia emboldened over the right side of your chest.
You went for your shoes just as somebody knocked on the door, and you finished lacing them up before snatching your phone off of its charger on the bedside table.
“Be right there,” you called towards the door, and picked up a few euro bills Sebastian had transacted your American money for at the airport. You stuff the money and the room’s keycard into your back pocket as you took the chain off of the door and swung it open.
“That was twenty-four minutes,” Scarlett says once you step out and lock the door behind you.
“We’re girls,” you say as you fix your shirt. “You should know we take longer than twenty minutes to get ready.”
Scarlett chuckles, and you walk with her down the hall towards the elevator. You’d been put on the fifth floor, and from what you had gathered from Chris last night, the entire fifth, fourth, and part of the third floors were bought out by the cast and some of the crew.
“Where are we going?” you ask when you’re standing in the elevator. Scarlett hits the lobby button as she answers.
“Robert, Don, and Paul all went out sight-seeing, and I know Elizabeth, Daniel, Rudd, and Jeremy went out to lunch an hour ago,” Scarlett begins to say.
“Who’s Daniel?” you question, trying to think of a face to put to the name.
“He’s the guy playing Zemo, the bad guy,” she replies. “He’s cool, you’ll probably get along with him.”
“What about my brother?” you ask. The elevator doors open, and Scarlett steers you off to the left, down a corridor going somewhere away from the lobby.
“Last I saw him, he was closing his room’s door in Chris’ face and went back to bed,” Scarlett tells you as you walk together, and you let out a short breath of laughter.
“Sounds like Sebastian,” you nod.
“Yeah,” Scarlett agrees. “Mackie and Chadwick are still here though. Tom should still be here too, if you haven’t met him yet.”
“I met him last night,” you tell her, thinking back for the first time this morning of the young guy that had almost knocked you over. “Who’s Chadwick though?” you ask as Scarlett turns a corner.
You look over Scarlett in the direction the voice had come from and find a black haired man standing next to Mackie near a restaurant entrance.
“That would be Chadwick,” Scarlett says, then smiles in greeting towards both the older men.
“Why are we talking about me?” Chadwick asks, and you can already pick up on his dry humor.
“Because I don’t know who you are,” you say to him.
His eyes meet yours, analyzing, and then he cracks a smile. “I don’t know who you are either.”
“(Y/N) Stan,” you introduce yourself, holding out your hand for him to shake.
“Chadwick Boseman,” the older man replies, and takes your hand. “I didn’t know Sebastian had a younger sister.”
“He doesn’t talk about her because we all love her more,” Mackie joins the conversation, and casually throws his arm over your shoulder.
“Hey, it’s (Y/N),” another voice says, and you glance behind you as Tom Holland walks up to Scarlett, smiling with one earbud hanging from his right ear.
“Hey, you didn’t knock me over this time,” you comment jokingly, but Tom blushes despite the lighthearted humor.
“He knocked you over?” Scarlett asks, and ruffles Tom’s already messy hair. “You have to be careful with Baby Stan.”
“Little Stan,” Mackie corrects her, and you roll your eyes, smiling.
“Hate to disrupt your fondling over Little Stan,” Chadwick breaks in, “but I’m starving and if we don’t eat soon, I’m going to eat one of you.”
“You are the Black Panther,” Tom points out.
“And you are a spider, little man,” Chadwick replies, holding his finger up to Tom. “Unlike Anthony, I will step on little eight legged creatures.”
Tom feigns fear, and cowers behind Scarlett. “Protect me, Momma Spider.”
“I am a mother,” Scarlett says, “but not to a strange child like you.”
“Hey!” Tom whines, and you laugh along with Mackie as he starts to walk forward, arm still across your shoulders.
“Chris told me to tell you that he and Sebastian are going to be late since he only just got Seb to unlock his door,” Tom adds, glancing up from his phone.
“To tell me?” you ask, and he nods. You slip out from under Mackie’s arm and walk alongside Tom as Scarlett orders a table from the star struck waiter.
“Mmhm,” Tom nods, and pulls his earbud out as they reach a table. You sit across from Scarlett, and Tom sits next to her, with Chadwick in the seat next to you, and Mackie at the head of the table.
The waiter that had taken you to the table stays to take your drinks, tripping up on his English when Scarlett spoke to him in German. It was cute, until Mackie grumbled something along the lines of she’s married in German, and both you and Scarlett snorted, embarrassing the poor guy. He’d taken the drink order in shame, and hadn’t returned to take lunch orders.
“So, (Y/N),” Scarlett says as a waitress sets down everyone’s drinks. “Tell us about your internship scouting?”
You flush and duck your head, taking a long sip of water before glancing up again.
“I, uh,” you struggle to find a place to start with, but you’re saved when your brother sweeps in behind you, throwing his arms around your neck and resting his chin on top of your head.
“Good morning, little sister,” Sebastian says, and you squirm under him, trying to push him off.
“Get off of me, you big oaf,” you laugh, and he gasps, releasing you as he pulls up a chair so he can sit on the edge of the table between you and Mackie.
“Are you calling me fat?” he asks as he crosses his legs under the table. Chris, who’s sits at the other end of the table, across from Mackie, chuckles.
“If you’re talking about pre-puberty,” you purse your lips, teasingly, “then yes.” Sebastian pouts and you offer him your water as an apology, and he takes it from you, muttering in Russian. Scarlett kicks him under the table, and you hit his arm, despite not having any idea what he’s said.
“Ow!” Sebastian yelps, and Tom chokes as he laughs, root beer dripping down his chin.
“I think we should be more careful with Older Stan than Little Stan,” Tom says, and you groan at your nickname.
“No,” Chadwick shakes his head, quirking a smile. “I’m enjoying this.”
“Me too,” Mackie adds, smirking slightly.
“Oh come on,” Sebastian whines. “Steve, I thought you were supposed to protect me from them.”
Chris chuckles, and leans back in his seat. “Steve isn’t available right now.”
“Asshole,” Sebastian scoffs, but he’s smiling.
“Isn’t the Black Panther and Black Widow on Team Iron Man anyways?” you question, teasing your brother, and Sebastian gives you a glare out the corner of his eyes.
“Actually,” Chadwick starts to say, but Tom practically leaps across the table to slam his hand over the older man’s mouth.
“Shhhh,” Tom hushes him, his other index finger over his lips. “Spoilers are bad.”
“Geht hoore hann awf oov meye hace,” Chadwick says into Tom’s palm, glaring at the teenager.
Tom gives an awkward laugh, and slowly retreats back into his seat, wiping his hand that had been on Chadwick’s mouth on his jeans.
The waitress comes back a moment later, asking if everyone was ready to order. You catch her staring at Tom while he orders, a truly awkward ten second conversation with the confusion of his accent and her limited English, and notice how Tom blushes pink.
When she leaves, Seb nudges you, leaning over and sing-songing quietly, “Somebody’s got a crush.”
You push him away, and flick him in the cheek, your face flushing.
He sticks his tongue out at you, and Scarlett claps her hands over the table, capturing everyone’s attention.
“Would you men shut up for two minutes?” she asks sarcastically. “(Y/N) needs to tell us why she wants an internship.”
“I thought it was obvious,” Sebastian snorts. “She wants to boss our asses around set after she graduates.”
You roll your eyes at your brother.
“You want to be a director?” Tom asks, sounding surprised. “That’s so cool.”
“Thanks,” you say truthfully.
“So you want to work with the Russos?” Chris asks, and you nod.
“The Russos, Steven Spielberg, Johnny Depp,” you list. “Whoever would help me.”
“Joe and Anthony already like you,” Mackie points out. “They’ll help you.”
The conversation goes like that, constant streams of questions and Sebastian revealing your obsession with movie watching, which leads to a debate on what movie series was better, Star Trek or Star Wars.
“It’s definitely Star Trek,” Tom shakes his head at Chadwick, who had argued for Star Wars.
“Star Trek,” Chris agrees.
“Guys,” Scarlett cuts in. “Food.”
You thank the waiter that sets your sandwich down in front of you, and he smiles warmly at you as he hands Sebastian his salad. The waitress that had been serving the table places the rest of the food down, and leaves with a quick wave to her waiter helper.
“You’re Sebastian’s little sister,” Mackie says, bringing the conversation back, “so of course I’m going to say Star Wars.”
“Oh shut up, Mackie,” Scarlett rolls her eyes. “We all know you have a crush on Chris Pine.”
“Was that Chris Pine? Was that Chris Pine?” Sebastian mocks an old interview.
“Screw you two,” Mackie huffs, and you, Tom, Chris, and Chadwick laugh at Mackie’s pouting.
A few moments go by where no one says a word, mouths full with food, and then beside you, Sebastian says:
Rose found herself looking forward to see Jo Noble pick up her daughter at the end of the day.
It was completely inappropriate, of course, to think about a student’s parent in that way. And Rose was a professional.
But Jo was also very good looking.
So it was a little disappointing when, one day, about a month after Rose took over the after school program, a red-headed woman showed up to pick up Jenny. Rose had been warned about twenty minutes earlier that Jenny’s aunt was coming to get her, of course.
But it was still disappointing.
“Aunt Donna!” Jenny piped, running to the redhead, who scooped her up with a smile.
“Hi sweetie! Sorry I’m late, your mother doesn’t know how to pick up a phone.”
“Still earlier than her mother usually is,” Rose spoke up with a smile. Jenny was still the last kid left, but only by a few minutes. The redhead – Donna – looked over at Rose, then back at Jenny.
“Is that Ms. Tyler?” She asked in a stage whisper, and Jenny nodded eagerly. “Ah.” Back to Rose, she smiled. “So nice to finally meet you.”
“….” Rose stared blankly for a moment, blinking. “Wait, what?”
Donna just grinned as she turned to leave, Jenny waving to Rose over her shoulder. “See you tomorrow Ms. Tyler!”
Donna, of course, couldn’t resist calling her sister that night. “Donna this better be good,” Jo said tiredly in way of answering.
“I met your girlfriend today.”
“She is not – oh my god what did you say to her?”
“Nothing, nothing, calm down. Honestly. Are we keeping Jenny tonight?”
“If you don’t mind, yeah. I don’t think I’m getting out of here at a decent hour. Seriously, did you say anything to her?”
“Do you mean did I tell her you spent an hour waxing poetics about her pretty hair last weekend when we got drunk? No, Jo, I didn’t say anything about that, don’t worry.”