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hoony-parker · 3 years
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WIRED Autocomplete Interview - Tom Holland
Warnings: swearing, talk about organs? ahaha it's weird
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (not yet, though?)
W/c: 1.6k
Requested: no
A/N: I'm thinking about making this a series? Like, based on interviews. Thirst tweets, most searched questions, etcetera, etcetera. It depends on you, guys! Tell me how you like it, and remember, feedback's always welcomed!
Ok, so, this is like more of an introduction? The thing is, Reader's last name is Pearson. You're part of the cast of the series "This is Us", and you play as Y/n Pearson in the TV show. You just- *sigh* I just came up with this. Let's see how it comes out.
Y/c/n: Your character's name.
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"Hey, I'm Mandy Moore," Milo greeted. Mandy, confused, played along. "And I'm Milo Ventimiglia." She giggled, gesturing for Justin to continue. "I'm the real Pearson here." He introduced jokingly, pointing to himself. You finished, laughing. "And I'm the only cast member who's brain's missing a half of it. Justin Hartley, ladies and gents." You giggled, Justin sending you a glare, you bit your lip to mantain the laughing, and you both bursted out laughing, the other two co-stars joining along. "And today, we're doing a..." Milo started.
"WIRED," Mandy continued.
"Autocomplete,"
"Interview." You finished, a big smile on your face.
It had been a long day. Interviews and interviews, one after the other all day long.
You can't remember the last time you sat down, maybe drink a big glass of water and eat a proper sandwich- which was, now that you thought about it, the lunch you had prepared for yourself this morning.
You've been casted for the TV Show "This is Us" in 2016, at your nineteen years old. It was ironic, really. You played a character that shared your exact same name. To say it wasn't confusing at the time of shooting would be a lie. However, you've grown accostumed with the years.
You have been playing as Jack and Rebecca's third child, the teenage version Y/n (Y/c/n) Pearson for an entire year now, and the cast had been nothing more than supportive towards you, judging it was going to be your first appearance in television.
They were your second family, really.
So, if you really thought about it, having to go to interviews in no end with these people wouldn't be a problem at all.
"Okay, let's get this started, then!" You clapped, and a crew member threw a cardboard at you, surprising you. Quickly, you cought the cardboard, showing a surprised face to the camera, before saying in amusement. "Did you see that?! I have my own Y/n-tingle!" You scrunched your face, eyes squinted. "And that, my friends, is what we have to live with everyday in set. With a toddler." Milo said, hand extended towards you. "Oh, leave the poor girl alone." Mandy reproached. "Yes, honey." He muttered teasingly.
You laughed, straightening the cardboard over your lap, the words "does Y/n Pearson..." being the only ones uncovered in each line.
"Does Y/n Pearson..." You started, taking the rest of the paper that covered the rest of the question, out. "have a dog?"
"Yes. Yes, she does, and he's an absolute angel. The whole crew of This Is Us decided to adopt him. He's our son, and we prefer him over you." Justin said, stretching out his hand and turning to you, his pointer finger poking your nose. "I feel loved." You said, voice monotone and expression feelingless, looking at the camera. The crew laughed along. "To answer your question, yeah, I do. His name is Billy and he's a beautiful stray dog, and I love him very, very much." You smiled, tilting your head to the side.
"Next!" Milo screamed.
"Where does Y/n Pearson... Live?" He said, ripping out the papers. "Give an adress, and... a phone number, please. Also, a blood type and credit card number." Justin asked playfully. "Are you going to kill me and sell my organs, Justin?" You joked and he srugged, a chuckle escaping your lips, hands on your hips. You turned to the camera. "Why? Are you planning on coming over to my house and plan a surprise party for me?" You wiggled your brows. "Or, they want to kill you in your sleep, that's another possibility." Justin shrugged. "Comforting, really." You rolled your eyes.
"I live in London, actually. Have for a while. Live there with my big brother." You explained.
"Does Y/n Pearson... appear in Captain America: Civil War?"
"Uhh... Not... that I... know of?" You asked, confused. "Yeah, she does. She plays Iron Man. RDJ, watch your back. She's gonna replace you." Mandy teased, ponting to the camera. You hurried and stepped in, pointing to the camera, as well. "She's kidding, Mister Iron Man. Huge fan." You assured, chuckling awkwardly while pointing to yourself.
"Next!" Justin shouted in your ear, and you jolted up, smacking his arm "Holy fuck-" You started, carboard falling to the floor as you tried rubbing your ear against your shoulder, trying to ease the beeping from the loud noise that had startled you. "LeNgUaGe." Milo teased. "Oh, shut up!"
"Last one, come on." Mandy encouraged, taking the cardboard from the floor. "Did...- Oh, that's a new one," she started. "Mandy, the question." Milo remembered her. "Right, right. Sorry."
"Did Y/n Pearson... and Tom Holland date? OoOo" She teased, brows wiggling towards your direction, Milo and Justin "ooing" along.
"I actually have no idea where those rumours came from, guys. But, those tweets have been invading my homepage for ages now." You paused to laugh softly. "But, let me tell you, Tom Holland and I aren't dating. In fact, I haven't even met him before." You shook your head. "But... he seems... like a nice guy? I dunno, I'm not one to judge before knowing, if i'm being honest." You shrugged.
After a couple more cardboards with questions from your co-stars, a brand new one was thrown towards you, and, again, you cought it with ease. You breathed on your nails, cleaning them on your shoulder, mocking. "I'm only getting better at this."
" 'Is Y/n Pearson...' Let's get this started!" You encouraged.
Milo rushed, taking the cardboard from you and ripping the first paper out. "Is Y/n Pearson... related to Karl Pearson?" Milo asked, confused.
Mandy frowned, looking at you. "Isn't he, like, a mathematician or something?" You laughed, tilting your head back. "I wish. Guys, I failed maths nack in high school. That wouldn't make any sense."
"You know that's not how it wor-" Justin started. "Stop ruining my jokes, Justin."
"Is Y/n Pearson... engaged? Pf, you wish." Justin said, and turned to you. "I'm just going to ignore you. But, no. I'm not engaged. In fact, I'm a single ladie. Get it?" You grinned, nodding slowly your head. The castmates shook their heads in disappointment, a small smile on each of their faces. "Lame, Pearson. I was expecting more from you." Mandy joked. "You sound like my maths teacher." You teased, the four of you bursting out laughing.
"What is Y/n Pearson... doing now?" You asked slowly, ripping out the paper. "Sitting right here, doing this interview." Milo chimed, matter-of-factly. "Wait- that's a- that's a popular search? That's kind of creepy." You frowned. "Sweetie, lock your doors as soon as you get to the hotel." Mandy recommended jokingly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned to the camera, a fake scared expression on your face. "Mom, come pick me up. I'm scared."
"Okay, okay. Let's get finished with this."
"Where is Y/n Pearson... from?"
"Oh, does anybody know that? Do you guys know that?" You asked to the people beside you, a smile on your face. "Chicago?" Mandy answered hesitantly. You shook your head. "Aren't you from New York?" Justin guessed. You forrowed your brows and laughed. "Pff, no, not even close. I'm actually not from a big city, I don't know where you guys got that from." The actors stayed silent, trying to think for an answer.
"Colorado, you guys! Breckenridge!" You said, throwing your hands up in the air, an offended look on your face. "I've told you, like, a million times!"
"Yeah, but no-one was listening to you." Justin answered, turning his head to you, a smirk on his lips.
You rolled your eyes, a growing smile on your face. "Whatever. Next question."
"Is Y/n Pearson... engaged to Tom Holland?"
"Dude, I have never met him before! Why did everyone just started shipping us out of nowhere?"
"Becuase you're hot, he's hot, that's how it works nowadays." Milo answered, shrugging his shoulders. You snorted, pointing your thumb to him "And this dude is my fictional dad." You hear a couple of chuckles from the crew behing the cameras, and you laugh to yourself. Milo shrugs once again. "I'm just stating facts, my dear daugther."
"Ew, no. That's creepy."
"Mandy?" He asked, turning to the young woman, looking for backup. "Sorry, bud. But, I have to agree. Creepy." She gave him half a smile, patting his back.
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You sighed, tireness consuming your whole body. The interview was over, and you immediately turned down the invitations of your castmates to go drinking and asked to be taken back to the hotel.
You turned around, falling to the bed, back flat against the soft, slight cold duvet, the addicting perfume filling your nosetrils, and your body aching to be surrounded by the comfort of the warm cloth. However, you stood up, taking your phone out of your mini-backpack and plugging it to the charger, walking towards the bathroom to take a long shower that, hopefully, will ease the tensee sensations in your muscels.
Hair wet, fuzzy, long pants and an oversized, old shirt around you, you walked towards the bed, crawling under the covers and turning on the TV, finally putting yout night rutine to an end. You unplugged your phone, reading and answering texts, the notification from the WIRED video being uploaded a couple of hours ago still shone in your screen.
But, to your surprise, another ding sounded from your phone.
tomholland2013: so... i seem like a nice guy? according to the media we're already engaged already... don't want to rush things, though. want to start with a date?
Huh. Interesting.
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circaoaks · 6 years
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In The Heart Of The Sea~Chapter Three- Whale Pins
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Summary // Writer Herman Medvillie travels to Nantucket to visit the last surviours of the Essex, ready to tell the truth about how the vessel actually went down. Thomas Nickerson hesitantly retells the story to Herman. The story of the Essex and how he met his wife.
Word Count //    1116
Warnings //  Some swearing
Chapter one , Chapter two, Chapter three
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Thank you so much! I didn’t think this would get so much positve feed back! and by request I’m now adding a taglist! anyway enjoy! 
’Thou didst, O, Lord, create the mighty whale. That wondrous monster of a mighty length .beyond conception his unmeasured strength-’’ the pray had started, both Owen and I had bid Peggy farewell, they had an argument the day before but everything seems to settle down by the morning
‘’-But everlasting god, thou dost ordain that we, poor feeble mortals should engage Ourselves, our wives and our children to maintain this dreadful monster with martial rage-.’’ Owens gaze never left Peggy as we left the docks his attention focused on her I looked at my older brother in envy.
‘’-O father, grant that your glorious light shine on these men. Ensure them a prosperous voyage that they may return safely and with a full ship, so that the white flames of Nantucket whale oil may continue to keep a light in our homes, city streets safe from sin in the night and fuel the machines of industry that drive our great nation forward as our noble species evolves. In your name, we pray’’ Owen and I had made it the Essex without any trouble or issue, the ocean was calm only small waves cause by the breeze rock the small boat
‘’So. What month was this?’’ Herman asked as he places an unopened bottle of whiskey on the table, dipping his pen into black ink,
‘’Late in the year, we were one of the last ships to go out, which is why my friend Barzillai and I got a berth you know I was 14. First time to sea scared but more scared to show it Barzillai was 17. Orphans grew up on the wharf. Both in a hurry to be called men.’’ . ‘’Grubs. What are those pins they’re wearing?’’ Thomas asked ‘grubs’, he took a quick look over at the superiors to see what Thomas was referring to
‘’They’re whale pins, Thomas’’ ‘’How do I get one of them?’’ Thomas asked again moving around ‘grubs’ to place the heavy rope that he’d been carrying from the last few minutes.
‘’Well, you gotta thrust the killing lance into the largest beast that ever breathed on this earth’’ ‘grubs’ grunted as he continued to pull at a rope
‘’Nickerson, get the green stuff to mr.bond, there. Make it quick dammit’’ Joy demand as he walked past the duo, Thomas just watch as he walked past
‘’I shall have twelve of those one day’’ Thomas told Grubs, who dismissed their earlier conversation and continued to work. Each and every sailor had a part to play wither it was cleaning, cooking or taking a lookout, each part is just an important as the next.
‘’The windlass is ready and sails are lost, sir ‘’ Peterson announced
‘’Mr.joy this is only half my order.’’ a sailor spoke as the chase siblings approached Mr.joy
‘’Well, well, you being on board means only means one thing.’Your presence can only mean one thing. ‘’Yeah, at least there's one person on this ship who knows the truth about Owen and (Y/N) Chase’’ Mr.Joy is one of Owen’s oldest crewmates having gone on many voyages together
No, that all the other ships are already crewed up’’ (Y/N) spoke as Owen gave her a playful nudge
‘’ I am a new man, Miss.Chase.’’ Mr.Joy clarifies as he lets go of Owens' hand ‘’Don’t tell me Matthew Joy’s put down the bottle?’’ Owen teases moving himself and (Y/N) to put down their things ‘’Dry as sand. Is Owen Chase softened?’’ Mr.Joy teased back. Earning a loud scoff from (Y/N)
‘’Ah, serene as the church’’ Owen speaks, (Y/N) rolls her eyes and nudges Mr.Joy ‘’we’ll see before we believe it.’’ she teased ‘’And from our captain to judge, so keep it no more than 48 hours.’’ Mr.Joy bargain as they look over to see the captain walking around almost aimlessly (Y/N) couldn't help but feel annoyed by the sight of the man dressed formally ‘’That should Owen not some rich bastard who doesn’t know the first thing about sailing’’ ‘’Goodluck’’ Mr.Joy called as both Own and (Y/N) move to great their captain. ‘’Pollard. George Pollard.’’ The captain shakes Owen’s hand introducing himself ‘’Owen Chase and my sister (Y/N)’’ (Y/N) gave the captain a ‘’friendly smile’’ as he lets go of her brother's hand ‘ ‘’Chase. It is an off-island name isn’t it?’’Pollard asked‘’Yes it is sir’’ (Y/N) answered back a small hint of spit in her tone not like it mattered that much, Pollard didn’t notice. ‘’And very shortly we will be off-island for some time and we will be very much at home’’ Owen speaks as both the chase’s move along to make their usual rounds for the voyage. 
  ‘’I must say I was surprised’’ Pollard spoke causing the two to turn around to look at the new captain ‘’normally a captain gets to choose his first mate.’’ not being able to hold her tongue (Y/N) lashed out in a seemingly calm tone ‘’Yes, an experienced captain.’’ This made Owen look down at his little sister in shock
‘’Course, you can understand-.’’ (Y/N)’s mocking was cut off by her older brother who gave the girl a small glare.
‘’From the owners point of view their investments in the hands of men’’
‘’Indeed’’ Pollard agreed looking down at  (Y/N)  giving her a scowling look but quickly reverting his eyes so the older chase didn’t notice
‘’They probably want a little extra reassurance, that's all’’ Owen made his final statement, hoping to bring the new captain some sort of ease
‘’Well do keep an eye on me and let me know if im doing anything wrong’’ Pollard
‘’Oh I know no other way Captain.’’ Owen nodded grabbing his little sisters hand and walking off continuing their routine.
‘’They wouldn’t need extra reassurance if you were captain Owen’’ (Y/N) muttered in spite of their situation. Owen let out a light chuckle stopping the both of them turning so they’d see each other. Owen looked down at his little sister, her (Y/C/E) filled annoyance, the light blue dress she had worn was creased due to the wind and poor quality and some of  (Y/H/C) strands now framed her face instead of being in the bun his beautiful wife had put it in that morning.
‘’I know that, but we have to follow orders’’ Owen spoke truthfully making (Y/N) look down
‘’I know Owen it’s just not fair, you work so hard each and every voyage’’Owen cut her off again
‘’As I said yesterday, we have their word in writing so next time I’ll have captaincy’’
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jannieka394 · 5 years
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So, I both watched "in the heart of the sea" and "pilgrimage" and after that, I've noticed that there are (almost) no imagines about Diarmuid and Thomas nickerson.
So I want to write an imagine about one of them. But I don't know about who.. please help me choose:
Like for Thomas Nickerson, the sailor
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If you don't feel like liking or reblogging but you still want to vote then comment the name!❤
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Tom as Thomas Nickerson in In The Heart of the Sea (2015)
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hoony-parker · 3 years
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Between screaming and happy tears - Tom Holland
A/N: okok, the last Argentinian!Reader x Tom Holland i wrote had a lot of support, so i'm writing this cuz i'm still fucking buzzing because of Argentina winning (i love you, brazilian readers <3)
Pairing: Tom Holland x Argentinian!Reader
Warnings: there's going to be a lot of swearing in spanish, spanish dialogs that will be translated, swearing in general, and Tom being an absolute cutie
W/c: 2.5k
Btw, I write the pet name "bé" I think more than once. It comes from the pet name "bebé" in spanish, which clearly translates itself to baby. My parents use it with each other, and I think it's extremely cute :) I think you'd pronounce it like "beh" lmao.
Also, all of these dialogs are based on real events haha.
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It was July 10th.
July 10th, 2021. Which meant, Argentina was going to play the final from the Copa América against Brazil.
A couple of years ago, you decided it would be for the best to move out of Argentina. You decided to start fresh; a new job, new house, new friends.
There was an infinite list of all the things you missed about your country: Your family, the food, the Mate, your dog. But, what you found yourself missing the most this last season was the football. Argentina was known to be one of the countries with the most supportive fans. And you, having grown up in a home full of Argentinian traditions, football never failed to be a part of your childhood.
You remember days spent in the line entering the stadium, afternoons and evenings in front of the TV, football shirts on, crisps on bowls over the table, and, after turning eighteen, a cold, delicious beer in hand.
But, now, you found yourself living at your boyfriend's house, his brother and two best friends as well. They loved football. It was running through their veins, too. But, the passion that you felt whenever you heard the thousands of fans screaming the lyrics of the original songs in the stadium, or whenever the national anthem would play from the TV, it was something they sure did understand, yet they weren't as fond with it as you were.
They loved your traditions.
Ever since you and Tom met, you've been teaching him and his loved ones all about your culture; cooking them your family recipes, teaching them how to prepare a proper, bitter Mate, and making sure they knew how to make an Asado.
And, you were proud to say, they became fond of the Mate almost as much as you were.
So, when you told them a couple of weeks ago that the Copa América was about to start, they decided to remain silent whenever a game was on, not wanting to disturb you, as they knew how you could get.
With the passing weeks, they could basically feel your nerves and stress radiating from your body.
Argentina hasn't won a Copa América for twenty-eight years. Messi's time in the team was running out, and you could say you weren't the only Argentinian who thought he deserved to retire with the title.
Putting the baby blue and white shirt over your head, you ran towards the kitchen, taking a cold beer and some crisps with you, and running towards the couch.
The game was starting in five minutes. It was 12:55am.
Living in London had its perks, of course. Full of job oportunities, the lovely cold weather you have always loved, and now the home of the love of your life.
Yet, when it came to football games being played in your native country, the time difference between your two loved countries was a bitch. So, if you were in Argentina, a soccer match starting at 9:00pm would be normal. But being four hours forward, it was not a good time for you to wake the neighbours up with your future screams and curses.
So, now seated on the sofa, you remained still as the national anthem played through the television, lips mouthing the lyrics.
The four boys watched from the doorway, arms crossed over their chests. Three pairs of eyes eyed you with concern, one pair with admiration. "Is she okay?" Harry whispered, leaning his head towards his brother for him to hear him, eyes never leaving your nervous figure. Tom remained silent, a smile slowly appearing over his lips. Tuwaine clicked his tongue, elbowing the red headed boy. "She's latina, screaming is basically in their blood."
At this, Tom spoke up. "It's fine, guys. She just gets a little excited." He explained, laughing softly at the memory of the last game. Haz quirked a brow, eyeing his best friend curiously. "Sure, excited is good. I just don't want the neighbours to file a complaint because a crazy person began to yell like a psycho in a foreign language at one in the morning." The blonde explained, pointing at you.
"It's going to be fiiiiine. Stop worrying, will you?"
The game started, and you clapped loudly, cheering the players. "Vamos, muchachos. Dale que se puede." (Come on, guys. You can do it.) You said out loud, eyes focused on the screen.
The game started smoothly. Not that many things you got to complain about. However, you still thought that the team wasn't playing at their best, and you suddenly felt afraid they weren't going to defend a much as they need to.
But, minute 21, you saw the ball being passed easily to De Paul, and you began to cheer. "Dale. Dale. Dale, De Paul." You muttered, slowly standing up. He passed the ball to Di María, who re-adjusted it with a quick step, kicking it towards the goal. "Sí, sí, sí, sí. Vamos, vamos, vamos..." It curved perfectly over goalkeeper, entering the goal. You jumped. In the air. "PERO QUE GOLAZO. VIERON ESO? UNA MARAVILLA." (What a score. Did you see that? It was wonderful.) You screemed, turning around to the boys, the four of them smiling warmly at you. You fisted the air several times in celebration, taking a sip of the beer and sitting back down. "No, no. Una locura. Justo como el gol de Argentina contra Nigeria en el 2008. Excelente." (Just like the score from Argentina against Nigeria in 2008. Golden.) You talked to yourself, looking back at the screen. You leaned forward, taking a handful of crisps, with your free fingers shoving one by one inside your mouth. As De Paoli recounted everything that happened in the game, you laughed at every remark that echoed from the speakers from the television. Tom sat down next to you, placing his hand in your thigh, rubbing it softly.
"How's it going?" He asked softly, looking at the screen. You hummed, laying your head on his shoulder. "I think I might get a heart attack. They're moving so much, it's hard to follow." You muttered. He hummed, nodding his head. "Remember I have no idea what you're talking about. You're constantly yelling in Spanish, love."
You laughed, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. "I know, bé, m'sorry. I get a little too excited..." You muttered sofly.
He chuckled, placing a kiss on your temple. "S'okay. I don't understand a thing, and, if I'm being honest, I'm just a little intimidated by you right now, so I'm going to wait for you in bed, 'kay, darling?" You grinned, kissing his lips. "M'kay. As soon as it's over, I'm heading to bed." You told him, and, as he stood up to leave, you slapped his butt. He laughed, shaking his head. "Just try to be quiet, yeah? Remember it's late, lovie." He pleaded.
"'Course, don't worry 'bout it. Night, baby." You dismissed it, waving him away with your hand. You heard him laugh, and Tom leaned to give your head another kiss. "Night, sweet girl."
After a couple of minutes, you saw a brazilian player approach your goal with the ball. You grew anxious, rubbing your hands together. He kicked the ball, and when it entered the goal, you cursed. "Pero LA PUTA MADRE." (Son of a bitch. A/N: we use this insult a LOT.)
You rubbed your face with your hands.
As you heard De Paoli speak again explaining the events, you looked at the screen with wide eyes, big smile growing on your lips. "Lo anularon! Vamos, carajo." You cheered, beer in hand, taking a long sip.
"Pero, obvio. Si todos van a atacar, no defiende nadie. Bajen a defender un poco, señores." (Of course, if every single one of you's attacking, no-one's going to defend the goal. Play near the goal keeper, misters.) You scolded, motioning your hands to the left, as if signaling the players to move where your hands were pointing.
You put all your attention back at the game, following Messi as he ran towards the brazilian goal keeper with the ball just under his feet. You pursed your lips, eyes widening as he approached closer and closed, your hands interwined tightly under your chin. And, just before he could kick the ball, he tripped over it. You clicked your tongue, dismissing the events with a wave of your hand. "Pero, maestro, llamalos a los muchachos para que jueguen con vos. Jueguen en equipo, señores." (But, man. Call the guys for them to play beside you. Play as a team, guys.) You scolded, not even realizing that your four roommates had reunited once again in the kitchen, watching you from afar, while sharing a beer.
"I'm afraid she'll lose her temper and break something." Harrison said, pursing his lips, taking the mouth of the glass bottle over his lips, taking a big sip of the cold beer.
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "You think that much anger can come from such a short thing like her?" He laughed. The four boys remained silent, looking at him with eyes widen. Harry's mouth closed, glancing at the three men quizzily. "W-what?"
"She's Argentinian." Tuwaine said, matter-of-factly.
"And she's a football fan." Tom continued.
Harry forrowed his brows, still confused by their statements. "Yeah... And?"
Tom sighed, patting his brother's shoulder. "We'll leave it for you to find out."
And, at that exact moment, they heard you yell. "UN GOL MÁS, CHICOS. UNO MÁS SE MERECEN. DALE QUE SE PUEDE." (One more score, guys. You deserve one more. Come on, you can do it.) You clapped, cheering for them. They all leaned their heads to the right, catching a glimpse of you. The three men raisde each of them one of their eyebrows, looking back at the curly, red headed boy.
He remained silent. "...Okay, you're right."
There were only four minutes left for the game to be over. Your hands were shaking, thinking how they were probably going to add another five minutes, judging by all the changes of players that there has been among the game.
And, as soon as the clock hit 90:00, a +5 was added by its side right away, 90:01 being now showed over the clock. You groaned, tilting your head back. "Yo sabía. Son unos cabezas. No tendrían que haber cambiado tanto." (I knew it. They're proper idiots. Shouldn't have made so many changes.) You complained, shaking your head.
The minutes were flying by, and, you soon began to hear the voice of the narrator. "Argentina se prepara! Están a dos minutos de besar la copa! Laten los corazones, Messi se prepara para levantar la copa! Vamos Argentina, vamos Messi!", (Argentina's getting ready to bring the cup! Just two more minutes! Hearts racing, Messi's getting ready to lift the cup! Come on, Argentina! Come on, Messi!) but you screamed in desperation. "CALLATE, NO SEAS MUFA." (Shut up, you're going to jinx it.) And the boys decided to show up, standing behind the couch, where you were seated.
Thirty seconds away, you began to stand up slowly, your hands grabbing the back of your head in desbilief. As soon as the seconds were over, you jumped, fisting the air multiple times, screaming in desbilief and excitement. Tears were beginning to flow down your face. "ARGENTINA CAMPEÓN! MESSI SE LLEVA LA COPA! JA JA!" (Argentina won! Messi's bringing the cup home!) You yelled, running around the living room. The four men had smiles on their faces, arms crossed over their chests as they watched you cheer and yell, not caring about waking the neighbours up anymore.
You walked up to Tom, already calming yourself down, grabbing his face with both of your hands, eyes glossy and a big, teary smile on your face. "We won." You whispered. Tom couldn't help but smile, putting his own hands on your face, brushing the tears away. He smiled back, thumbs caressing your skin. "You did." his voice barely above the whisper. You leaned in, joining your pairs of lips in a sweet, wet kiss. You pulled away, interwining his hand with his, leading him to the couch, where he seated next to you, bringing you towards him for you to seat on his lap.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his skin repeatedly. Tom smiled softly, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his neck, soft, sweet kisses. "I'm so happy." You whispered, hugging him tighter.
Tom felt the wet drops hitting his skin, and, with a concerned frown, he pulled away, taking your face in his hands once more. He brushed the tears away, and you laughed, letting him know they were just tears of excitement.
He suddenly got an idea, and, with a quick 'be right back', he rushed to your shared bedroom, taking his phone and coming back, finding you with your face glued to the television, waiting for the moment where the cup'll be delivered to the Argentinian team. Tears refused to stop streaming down your cheeks, and you stopped trying to brush them away, letting the excitement and love for the sport and your country flow from your figure.
You truly missed Argentina. You realized it's been a long time since you last visited. Covid-19 hasn't been any help with your plans of eventually buying a ticket and take a couple of weeks off to visit your childhood home, your family and friends, and, of course, all the traditions that came with the title of being Argentinian.
Not noticing Tom's presence, he opened Instagram, deciding to go live for just a couple of minutes. With matter of seconds, thousands of fans from all around the world started to join the actor's live, confused as the first thing popping on their screens was an image of his crying girlfriend.
But, after a couple of seconds, he spoke up. "Hey guys! What's up?" He read a couple of comments, wondering why he started a live at late hours in the night. "Yeah, I know. Sorry, it's late. But, Y/n here, as you know, is from Argentina, and today the Argentinian team played the final against Brazil. And, now, she's crying." He laughed, walking towards you and taking a seat beside you, the camera never stopping to point at your face.
You laughed softly, the back of your hand reaching your face, brushing the tears away. "Hey, guys. M'sorry. It's just the excitement," You paused, chuckling lightly. "I'm incredibely happy right now. And, just so you know, I think Brazil was a really difficult oponent to win. They have amazing players, and every single one of them is as loyal and sweet as they could be. It was an impressive game, really." You nodded your head, telling shortly to the camera about your experience watching the game.
"I just hope for the neighbours not to hate us because of all my screaming." You gave a guilty smile, frowning. And, right after those words left your mouth, angry knocks were heard on the front door, all of your heads turning to the white door, eyes widened. Tuwaine turned back to look at you, and he said.
"Too late."
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Argentinian Treasure - Tom Holland
Parinig: Tom x Argentinian!Reader
Warnings: A LOT of spanish dialogs (will be translated, of course) angry argentinians cuz it’s in our blood, even more while watching fútbol.this is going to be so much fun.
W/c: 2.0k
A/N: ok, this is highy inspired in the soccer (football) game Argentina vs Ecuador from two days ago... aaand i know Argentina won, and i’m really excited because of it... sorry to any equatorians reading this. I love you! 
this is a video i found from the “hinchada” from Argentina in the world cup, if you’re interested in giving it a look. I personally find it completely hilarious hahah.
A/N 2.0: Translating all these dialogs we use to say at home literally made my day. And it took me a while to stop myself from spitting out half my organs from how hard i was laughing.
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You had been giddy all day long.
Since your brother and yourself moved to England a couple of years ago, you made sure you were still going to have the soccer pack included on the TV, judging by how much the sport had been part of your lives ever since you were little kids.
Your sweetest memories from yout native country were always filled with evenings gathered with your family, hot chocolate in hands in the middle of July, watching the World Cup together. Joy, disappointment and excitement always made part of your normal emotions while watching the games.
The lovely sport that had been part of you for so many years, starting with your grandfather and his stories when he was "your age...", your father and his team when he was a teenager, and the list goes on and on.
It was emotional, to say the least. Screams and curses being heared from all around the neighbourhood in sync when the Argentinian team would do a slip, causing the whole country to groan in frustration.
So, when Ecuador and Argentina were going to play tonight, you told your boyfriend to either join you and your family and share your excitement, or to stay silent all afternoon and not text you, not wanting any distractions while the game was on. However, you had your phone still with all the sound on, waiting for the call that will tell you whether you got the job you applied for all those months ago, or if you should still look for other options. And the fact that they said "You should be expecting our call soon," was driving you insane.
Days looking down at your phone non stop, looking for any missed calls or texts, but nothing. Therefore, you were still waiting. With all the anxiousness and excitement.
So, now, you were here.
On your sofa, your brother running around the kitchen preparing the Picada and the beers, your nephew sitting on your lap while you tried to explain him how the game worked, his nose scrunching in confusion.
All your three figures were covered by the Argentinian footbal shirt, and, just when your brother sat down on the sofa next to you, handing you the cold drink while the players were entering the stadium, the doorbell rung.
Getting up quickly, you made your way to the front door, eyes barely leaving the screen. "Y/n, está empezando, qué hacés?" (Y/n, the game's starting, what are you doing?) Dani asked from the living room, annoyance and anxiousness present in his tone. "El timbre!" (The doorbell!) You explained hand twisting the knob and opening the door, your eyes still glued to the television as you shifted nervously over your feet. "Hey, love!" The familiar voice spoke up, your eyes quickly darting towards his. And, before he could say something else, your hand clutched to his shirt, bringing him inside the house and closing the door behind him. "Hola, amor." (Hi, love) You greeted quickly, pecking his lips before he watched you disappear into the living room, flopping down into the comfort of the sofa. He chuckled, smiling to himself as he saw you wearing proudly the colors of your country, hair tied up in a high ponytail and elbows rested over your knees, torso leaning forward with hands interwined under your chin.
He took his jacket off, walking towards the three of you, sitting beside you and letting his hand rest over you thigh. He leaned back, turning to look over your shoulder to look at your brother. "Hey, man."
"Oh, hey, dude. Didn't see you there." Daniel quickly said.
"I... literally just walked in front of you." Tom squinted his eyes in confusion, again smiling to himself as he saw the familiar obsession with the sport. He got no responde from your older brother, his green eyes glued to the screen in fron of you, eyes scanning the players standing in line, ready to sing the short verse of the national anthem. "Huh?" The blonde brother asked dumbfoundedly, mouth opened lazyly. The Brit shook his head with a laugh. "Nothing, mate."
Mateo noticed the brunette's presence, climbing down from his dad's lap and moving onto Tom's, who opened his arms invitedly for the four year-old to comfortably sit on his lap. "How are ya, buddy?" He asked. The little kid shrugged, his big, brown eyes looking at his aunt and dad a little concerned. He shrugged nonetheless, his back laying to press against the adult's chest. Tom leaned forward, his head tilting to have a better look of the boy. "Understand any of this?" He asked him, nodding his head towards the TV. When Mateo shook his head, he chuckled. "Yeah, me neither. Spanish is not my strenght, you know?" Tom sarcastically asked the brown haired boy. "Yeah..." He muttered, earning another chuckle fromt the actor.
First period started.
You sat nervously, you and your brother cursing every once in a while.
The first penal for Argentina came, and Messi stood in front of the arc, running towards the ball. "Dale, dale, dale..." (Come on, come on, come on...) You muttered under your breath, every words coming faster and faster as his feet came closer to the ball. He kicked the ball, the sphere enterin the arc easily. "GOL! VAMOS MESSI ÍDOLO." (Goal(?) C'mon, Messi, Idol -xd-) You praised, standing up in a jump and hugging your brother, making your way to your boyfriend with a little, happy dance.
He chuckled, a smile on both of your faces as you leaned down, pulling him into a kiss.
You broke apart, crouching down in front of him to be at the kid's level, who was still sitting on his lap. You took his hands in yours, smiling exciteldy. "Mateo! Metieron un gol!" (Mateo, we scored!) You explained. Almost immediately, a big smile on the boy's face started to grow, and he happily said. "Yay!" His hands shooting up, fisting the air as you laughed at his antics, kissing him sloppily on the cheeck before going back to your seat.
The first period ended, not many events ocurring. Argentina 1, Ecuador 0.
In the mean-time, you decided to order some pizzas, and, while you were in the kitchen ordering, Tom pulled you to his chest abruptly, emitting a yelp in surprise from you. He embraced you, arms sneaking around your waist and putting you firmly to his figure. You wrapped you arms around his torso, resting your cheeck on his chest, and he hummed, the vibrations tickling your skin, making you laugh. Your eyes met his, and he leaned down quickly, catching your lips in a long, sweet kiss. Lips moving together, his fingers traveled down your shirt, tracing soft circles over your skin, your hands moving up and down his back. You pulled away, nose brushing against each other. His lips went to kiss the tip of your nose, yours scrushing in response.
"What was that for?" You whispered, an incontrolable smile on your lips as you looked at him in the eye. You couldn't help but bite your lip, trying to supress the growing smirk on your face, eyes holding nothing but love for him. You loved him. So, so much.
"I just love how Argentinian and passionate you get over these things. And I love that part of you." He admitted, pronoucing "Argentinian" with a Spanish accent. You chuckled, your arms traveling to circle aroung his neck, fingers playing with the curls in the nape of his neck. "Yeah?"
"Mmh. Yeah." He hummed, leaning down to kiss your lips again.
"Y/n, dale que empieza el segundo tiempo!" (Y/n, come on, the second period is about to start.) You heard Daniel scream from the living room, forcing you to pull apart from the warmth of Tom's lips. He groaned a little, making you laugh, as you kissed his pout again and again until it faded away.
You sat down next your brother, your nephew instantly climbing onto your lap, deciding it'll be his comfortable spot for the next half an hour. You kissed his head, shifting him a little for him and yourself to get comfortable in the position, before letting him lay his cheeck on your chest, his eyes closing.
You looked down at the sleeping toddler, feeling his breath eaven and heart beating slowly, peacefully. That was, until your brother decided to be loud. "No! NO! OTAMENDI QUE HACÉS?! PERO MOVETE, PELOTUDO." (No! No! Otamendi what are you doing? Move, idiot!) He stood up, the loud noises and movements startling the little kid, making him stir in his sleep, letting out an adorable sound. You shushed your brother. "Shhh. Callate, tarado. No vés que duerme Teo?" (Shhh. Shut up, dumbass. Don't you see he's sleeping?) You rubbed a hand up and down the toddler's back, lulling him back to sleep. Your brother sent you a glare, looking back to the TV.
Eventually, the game was over, and you and Daniel had to control yourself to stay quiet while celebrating the 3-0 score, not wanting to wake the little boy up.
You were resting on the sofa, Mateo still in your arms, sleeping over your chest. Daniel and Tom were finishing clening the kitchen, and, catching your attention, you heard the brown haired man sit beside you. "He's so cute." He cooed, looking at Mateo. You smiled, hand caressing the little boy's cheeck softly, moving a fallen curl from his forehead. "He really is." You whispered back.
Daniel walked towards the both of you, excusing himself to grab his sleeping son from your arms into his, walking down the hall to put him to sleep. You laid your head on Tom's shoulder, his hand finding yours and drawing patterns at the back of it. "Imagine how ours would be." He broke the silence, and your head flew away from his shoulder, wanting to take a good look at him. You paused for a second, a smile slowly growing on your lips, and a soft sigh of relief came out of Tom's lips. "Have you thought about that?" You asked him, amused. "Of course I have." He confirmed, his brows forrowing in genuine confusion about your question.
You and Tom had been dating for five years already. As soon as you moved to England for college in 2014, you had met him over a painful body-crash while going for a run at the park. And you've been through it all. His first movie with Chris Hemsworth, When got the role as Spider-Man, the ups and downs from his career, everything.
And it would be a complete lie to say that you didn't imagine a future with him. You've been together for so long, and you still felt as in love with him as you felt the first time he said it to you.
And the fact that he was practically part of your family, made it even harder for you not to fall harder for the actor. He's been there when Mateo was born, when Katelyn passed away, when your brother needed help with his son when he was a baby, now being a single dad. He was there for everything.
"And what else have you thought about?" You asked him, sighing as you made your way to his lap, straddeling him. His hands found their way to your hips, massaging the skin under your shirt. Your eyes were becoming teary, full of affection and joy. Arms circling his neck, chests almost pressed together. These were the moments you pictured in your days for the rest of your life.
"I've thought about... buying a house. Maybe in between the way here and in the way to my parents' house. There's a cute neighbourhood there, and some good schools, too. Pictured how someday I'll buy you the most gorgeous ring, get down on one knee and ask you to me mine forever." He whispered. His eyes traveled to your eyes, and down to your lips.
You leaned forward, lips brushing against each other, hot breaths driving you insane, and warmth already being shared. And, just before your lips touched, you whispered.
"I'm already yours, Tommy. Forever."
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circaoaks · 6 years
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In The Heart Of The Sea~Chapter one -Welcome to Nantucket
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Summary // Writer Herman Medvillie travels to Nantucket to visit the last surviours of the Essex, ready to tell the truth about how the vessel actually went down. Thomas Nickerson hesitantly retells the story to Herman. The story of the Essex and how he met his wife. 
Word Count //  1608
Warnings // None ‘
Chapter one , Chapter two ,Chapter three
‘’How does one come to know the unknowable? What Faculties must a man possess? Since it was discovered that whale oil could light our cities in ways never achieved before, it created global demand. It has pushed man to venture further and further into the deep blue unknown. We know not it’s depths, nor the host of creatures that live there. Monsters, are they real? Or do the stories exist only to make us respect the sea’s dark secrets
The question both vexes and excites me and is the reason I’ve written you a second time to request another meeting. A conversation with you sir, I believe will serve me well for the novel, I intend to write currently entitled  'Moby Dick'. I hope that you will reconsider my offer. The unknown. That is where my imagination yearns to venture. Thus, and so the question plagues me still. How does a man come to know the unknowable? Sincerely, Herman Melville.’’
The town of Nantucket although was still dark, it seemed full of energy and life. Drunkards stumble around the port, some alone, some with friends and some with prostitutes found lurking around the pubs waiting for their next customer. Stray cats and dogs searching the ground trying to find their next meal, Children raced around unknown to the mysteries of life. One man stood out amongst the crowd carrying a case and a parchment of papers this man is Herman Melville, he  kept his head up high trying to find the man he’d been looking for
Herman walked up the rickety wooden stairs to a border house painted a rustic red. A calico cat sat next to the door, Herman unknown to its presence. Herman gazed inside to see an older woman wearing a beautiful pale blue dress, her (Y/H/C) hair tied into a messy bun. The woman saw the man’s shadow and yelled out.
“We’re closed! No borders after 8:00’’ the woman cradled another calico cat to her shoulder as she walked passed. Herman knocks on the window which catches her attention, she turns around to see Herman place the letter to the window, not wanting to waste any more time, the woman quickly reads over it, her face suddenly becoming hopeful as they locked eyes
‘’You came’’ the woman quickly opens up the door to let Herman in, the older calico cat following close behind.
‘’How was your trip? All well I hope’’ the woman asked politely as she placed the kitten in a blanket covered basket with four other kittens, the older cat quickly wrapping itself around them protectively
‘’Very well, I must admit, I’ve been nervous to talk to your husband’’ Herman admits, Mrs.Nickerson lets out a chuckle
‘’Trust me, Mr. Melville, it’s him who should be nervous. Come I’m sure you want to get right to writing’’  Herman nods
‘’Yes ma’am’’ Mrs.Nickerson leads Herman to her husband's study, she quietly opens the door and steps in Herman close behind
‘’Someone here for you, my love’’ Mrs.Nickerson announces stepping aside to allow Herman inside
‘’Tom Nickerson?’’ Herman walked up to the sitting man, carefully avoiding the many model boats in empty bottles ‘’Herman Melville’’ he introduced himself politely
‘’We received your letter.’’The older graying man mumbled ‘’You’re either a  desperate man or a fool to come all the way to Nantucket’’ Thomas grumbled as he continued fiddling with a piece of thread
‘’My offer still applies,’’ Herman spoke as he reaches into his jacket pocket ‘’Three months of paid lodging for a single night's talk.’’ Herman places the money on the table, Thomas took a quick glance the looked at Herman, his deep brown eyes swimming with torment  ‘’It all I have in the world. But I prefer to think of it as an investment. I want you to tell me what happened to the Essex’’
Mrs.Nickerson leaves the study with a hopeful heart, praying that the talk with Mr.Meville would do her husband good. 
‘’What do you think happened?’’ Thomas grumbled as Herman took a seat.
‘’There are rumbling rumors that the Essex was-’’ Herman explained, he was apparently waiting too long as Thomas cut him off
‘’What do you want? What story do you expect to hear?’’ ‘’That of the whale.’’ Herman puts the statement bluntly, Thomas doesn’t answer for a while then speaks with a monotone voice ‘’Essex went aground there was a full inquiry’’ ‘’I believe the inquiry was less than truthful,’’ Herman spoke to Thomas eyes filled with wonder Thomas knew that look all too well 
‘’Get out,’’ Thomas grunted not wanted to participate, regretting even allowing him into his study  ‘’You are the last survivor of the Essex sir. If you won’t talk who will?.’’ Herman begged  ‘’Did you hear me? Leave, now.’’Thomas demanded, with hesitation Herman jumped from his chair as he picked up his money and stormed out of the study and down the steps.
Mrs.Nickerson who had heard the ruckus quickly put the older calico down and rushed over to Herman gently placing her petite hands on his chest 
‘’No, you mustn’t go. Please!’’ Mrs.Nickerson begged Herman eyes filled with anger as he spoke his mind to the older woman  ‘’He is in no mind to talk and I haven’t come all this way to be humiliated and waste my time’’ once Herman calmed down Mrs. Nickerson allowed her hands to come together as if she was going to pray and continued to beg
‘’Please, Mr. Melville. He will not talk to me or our children and grandchildren about Essex. Even we bother were affected by the events. He has not wanted to. To anyone, never has, never.’’ Anger had left Hermans' eyes are Mrs.Nickerson explained her husband's situation ‘’There’s an agony about him his soul is in torment, and in need of confession. My soul is at ease, I want the same for him. Let me talk to him. I beg you.’’ Herman let out a breath and nodded, Mrs.Nickerson quickly rushed up the stair as fast as Herman came down them.
 Herman followed closely behind, Mrs.Nickerson stopped in front of the door ‘’Stay here, it shouldn’t take too long to convince him’’ Herman nodded as he watched the older woman disappear into the study. The older Calico cat let out a loud purr as it brushed against his legs. Herman let out a chuckle as he bent down to pet the feline 
‘‘Lets hope this all goes to plan’‘ 
Mrs.Nickerson let out a breath as she sits down on the wooden chair her to her fuming husband ‘’My Beloved. I believe it would do you good to talk to the man’’ she watches as her husband's hands fiddle with a piece of thread and a small piece of wood.
‘’No.’’ Thomas spits out, Mrs.Nickerson let out a groan as she rips the objects from his hands, the way her husband was acting reminded Mrs.Nickerson of her grandchildren having a silly temper tantrum, Mrs.Nickerson grabbed her husbands jaw an old habit that forces Thomas to look at her. (Y/E/C)  clashes with mahogany brown. 
‘’Now you listen well. Who holds this place together while you drink yourself to death?’’ Thomas’s eyes filled with respect and understanding replacing the annoyed looked, he’d realized how much his beautiful wife had done for him and all she wanted was him to fulfill an easy wish.‘’Now, talk to the man so we can keep the money. You know our circumstances, Thomas.’’ Mrs.Nickerson’s harsh tone was replaced with a motherly tone that soothed Thomas into agreeing but on his own terms 
‘’I tell no more than necessary (Y/N).’’ (Y/N) let out a breath of relief, she leans over, her soft lips met his rough cheek and whispered into his ear 
‘’Thank you my love’’ Thomas lets out a soft chuckle as he watches his wife open up the study door to let Herman inside. He nodded to (Y/N) in thanks as he stepped closer to Thomas’s table.
‘’I'll get the whiskey.’’ (Y.N) announced as she left the room, her Calico cat following close behind.
‘’I neglected to mention it my letter, that I was a whale once. One trip, I mean. Green hand’’ Herman attempted to connect with the elderly man  ‘’So you have seen it all?’’ Thomas askes, Herman let out an awkward chuckle not knowing how to reply to the man ‘’My wife has read your books. She enjoyed them’’ Thomas spoke as he mindlessly ran a hand across the many empty jars on a table next to an old window
‘’I am pleased to hear it.’’ Herman replies as he sits down at the main table, emptying out his bag of supplies to begin writing ‘’I’ve had good sales. This story might even surpass the success of my first novel.’’  ‘’Another of you seafaring yarns?’’ Thomas asked approaching the table  ‘’Have you read Hawthorne's works, Mr. Melville? now there’s a writer a great writer’’ Thomas asked still standing above Herman  ‘’He is. But he is not here and I am for my own particular reasons.’’ Herman spoke as he placed the money on the table, Thomas looked down at it then back to Herman. ‘’I will tell you of Essex. I believe you will be disappointed but every word will be true. The story of Essex is the story of two men: Captain George Pollard and his first mate ...Owen Chase.’’ Thomas moved back to his chair 
Ready to tell Herman the story of The Essex and how he met his wife 
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In The Heart Of The Sea~Chapter Two- Captiancy
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Summary // Writer Herman Medvillie travels to Nantucket to visit the last surviours of the Essex, ready to tell the truth about how the vessel actually went down. Thomas Nickerson hesitantly retells the story to Herman. The story of the Essex and how he met his wife.
Word Count //   1060
Warnings //  Some swearing
Chapter one , Chapter two, Chapter three
‘’(Y/N), Owen. You two don’t wanna be late!’’ Peggy cried as she strolled up to her husband and sister-in-law working on the old rickety roof.
‘‘We’ll be there’‘ Owen replied as he began hammering. 
‘‘No need to worry peg, We shouldn’t be too long now’‘ (Y/N) spoke as she held onto the old makeshift ladder their father had made years ago 
‘’Besides, can’t have our daughter sleeping under a leaking roof, can we?’’ Owen points out as he comes down from the ladder, (Y/N) moving out of the way  ‘’Who says it will be a girl?’’ (Y/N) askes as she wipes her hands on her brown skirt
‘’Well, It has to be. so can remind me why I still love the both of you when you ’re both being stubborn.’’ Owen reasons as he kissed the top of (Y/N) head.
‘’Well, if it’s to be a daughter, she’ll be a version of you, not me, Blond locks and determined to conquer the world’’ Peggy hands both Owen and (Y/N) their navy blue jackets as the trio walked down the road  ‘’ I suppose after today, you’ll be trading in that tunic for a uniform?’’ Peggy asks her husband. 
(Y/N) leaves the couple to themselves as she races over to the porch of the small house. In a soft basket lay a kitten. One she saved from a stray dog a couple of days ago ‘’Hey, Marie’’ the kittens tired eyes look up at (Y/n) ‘’ I’ll be gone for a while, but don’t worry auntie Peggy will look after you’’ 
‘’Sometimes I am overwhelmed by your good heart.’’ (Y/N) heard Owen speak, she looked over just to let out a squeal. Peggy's legs were wrapped around Owens' waist, their mouths locked.
‘‘Ew come on you two, leave it for the bedroom!’‘
 Both chase siblings walked through the town of Nantucket, the blacksmith worked on perfecting sharp edges on hooks, axes and many other tools. Hooks being made by the dozen, ready to take down the biggest beast known to man. 
Barrels upon Barrels are sorted near the port, the port was always busy ship either coming in or sailing out. The old spoiled food littered the sides of the street stray dogs, cat and even farm animals feast till their stomachs can no longer take it 
The earliest the prostitute's start was the crack of dawn, no matter what when the two chase sibling had to travel to the bank they always seemed to favor Owen and try to get (Y/N) to join working with them. Thankfully Owen was happily married with a daughter on the way and is very protective of his much younger sister 
As the two wandered into the bank multiple men shouting at the top of their lungs attempting to grab the sellers and shareholders attention  ‘’Criterion is back with a fine haul. 1600 barrels.’‘ A shareholder yelled, Owen looked back at his younger sister 
‘‘Bet I could bring back 2000 barrels’‘ (Y/N) let out a chuckle as she dragged him deeper into the bank.  The two approached a much older man, the older man extending his palm to Owen  ‘’Good morning, Mr. Chase, Miss Chase’’ Owen grabbed the older mans hand in a firm handshake.
‘‘Mr. Mason’‘ ‘‘Mr.Mason sir’‘ Both Owen and (Y/N) spoke 
 ‘’Come in please.’‘ Mr. Mson led the two into his office where another older man sat ‘’My partner, Benjamin Fuller.’‘
‘’Good morning sir,’’ Owen spoke as he gave Mr. Fuller a handshake  
‘’Do sit down, the both of you’’ Owen sat in the middle chair, although (Y/N) refuse to prefer to stand. She stood behind Owens chair, hands on the top of the chair. 
‘’Mr. Chase and Miss Chase’‘ Mr.mason wraps his arm around Owen back and my front  bringing him closer ‘’I do hope you two realize who satisfied we are with the work you’ve both done for us over the years’’
‘‘Thank you, sir, on both of our behalfs’‘ Owen reassured the men 
‘‘Now, one of our ships, the Essex, has just been refitted’‘ Mr.mason pushed off of Owen and walked around the large table to stand next to Mr. Fuller ‘‘ at great expense and is to go to sea. Now having made such an investment in her, we want to be sure she's in the best possible hands. So it gives us great pleasure to offer you both a position aboard her ’‘
‘‘as the first mate’‘ Mr.Fuller finally spoke, (Y/N)’s fingers tighten on the chair sat on 
‘They gave Owen their word he’d be captain, what is this shit?’
‘‘As the first mate?’‘ Owen asked the smile slipping away from his face ‘‘Mr. Mason, you promised me command of a ship after my last voyage’’
‘‘When he brought back 1500 barrels. Do you remember? You gave us your word’’ (Y/N) chimed in having her brothers back 
‘‘That promise must now be deferred, like everyone else, we’ve had a lean time recently,’‘ Mr.Mason spoke now sitting in a chair beside Mr.Fuller  '’Not on my expeditions.’’ Owen pointed out flawlessly 
 ‘’Nantucket dominates the world market that must not change. We can not afford to experiment. Essex will be captained by George Pollard Descendant of a prominent whaling family. His father also happened to be our investor.’‘
‘‘Blood Mr and Miss chase you can have all the voyages under your belt, but blood will always win out ‘’
‘‘yes but blood isn’t going to fill a ship with oil Mr.Mason, sir’‘ (Y/N) spoke with a stern tone ‘‘To successfully command, a captain needs respect. Now, what if the men don’t respect him?’‘ 
‘‘you both will make sure they do’‘ Mr.Fuller hissed. Owen shook his head and stood up
‘’Good day, gentlemen.’’ (Y/N) spoke as both Owen and she moved toward the door
‘’I understand your disappointment,’’ Mr.Maon spoke  ‘’therefore, offered fifteenth-party. So much I have never offered a first mate. Bring back of 2,000 barrels of oil, I promise... That you will be captain next time.’’ Its seem these words Stoped Owen from opening the door
‘’You’ve promised before, Mr. Mason,’‘ Owen spoke harshly. (Y/N) grabbed a blank parchment and slammed it in front of the two old men 
‘’This time we want it in writing.’’
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