#officially be down to just julia

[ariesbilly]

i should put together a parentdale fic rec list for tomorrow and capitalize on the series finale attention 

#also YES i will still be writing for those two old men i dont care that the shows ending and everyones moving on and my readership will #officially be down to just julia #it was basically like that anyway considered fred was gone in season 3 and fp left at the beginning of 5 #the show ending literally means nothing to me when the characters left ages ago #and still im here #like an idiot #but thats ok these are my dolls and i love to play with them

[bluetimeombre]

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[I'm having way too much fun with these, but i'm gonna try and make the next part the final. i'm so glad you guys are as obssessed as me. and all i can say is i'm sorry to the tom blyth girlies, believe me, i am one of you and i promise i'll make it up to you!]

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Timothee Chalamet is calling... My Daisy <3 [declined]

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the graham norton show has been a dream since you started acting, you'd hoped to one day make it on and know that if you did, you'd have officially made it.

not only were you on the show with timmy, but cher, julia roberts and tom hanks. to say you were shaking in your boots was an understatement. back stage you were jumping around after spending some time with the guests. that time had been spent mainly at timothee's side and laughing when appropriate, because you just couldn't believe you were there with them. timothee just laughed, trying to ease your nerves even if he to was scared. in the end, he bounced with you.

you sat on the end of the sofa, next to timothee as the guests ran down the other end.

'and some stars we have on the sofa, look at them at the end. world premier of wonka!' celebrated graham.

you and timmy nodded, thanking the applauses.

'but it wasn't just the world premier, you filmed it over here?' he asked.

'yea we made it in leavesden, very close to here, we shot it almost entirely in london and er- as i always say- i feel like an honorary brit now,' said timmy, glancing at you as he called himself a brit.

you bite back something between a grimace and a smile.

'it was about six of seven months,' he continued, 'it was absolutely joyous as an ignorant yankee.'

'you guys drive on the other side of the road,' joked tom hanks.

'and welcome, at the end there being very quiet,' said graham gesturing to you.

'yea, hi!' you grin, taking a sip of your drink as the audience laugh.

'you're from here, aren't you?'

'yes, british. but it was still really nice to film in london and bath for a lot of it.'

'i can imagine and because, is it right, you were filming for the hunger games whilst you were filming wonka?' he asked. a picture of your poster for the hunger games flashed on the screen and timmy led the applause, whooping.

his attention was only focused on you. his eyes watching every movement, his lips curling up, arm around the back of the sofa.

'thank you, thank you. immediately after filming wonka i got a plane to poland to start filming for the hunger games, yea. literally still in costume for wonka on the plane, i-i got some looks.'

the crowd laugh.

'let's talk about that, hunger games, number one movie!' graham celebrated as everyone clapped.

'thank you, thank you- there we are,' you smile at the picture of tom and you in your characters in the zoo scene. you chose not to notice of timothee shifted around and coughed at the picture.

'and, is it true you did your own singing in that?'

'yes, well i do in wonka too, but for the hunger games it was live. you know, i play this character lucy-grey who's part of this covey band and they all sing so i did it all live on set. then recorded it for the soundtrack separately. this is boring to explain, but-' you said, laughing and fiddling with your rings nervously.

'she's fantastic in the movie,' said timothee, putting his attention on graham and his hand on yours to stop the fiddling. 'i remember working with her in wonka, it was just so much fun, she brings a sort of ... breath of fresh air into it, even though it's a light-hearted comedy, she still makes that difference. and i saw the hunger games, its so cool to be able to see her in an element that i'm not familiar with. but i can still see how she plays the role and how she plays it in such her own and charismatic way.'

you turn your head down, blushing as the crowd clap and as timothee rubs your back. he made it impossible to keep it cool, and on live tv.

'and she sang the songs so good in wonka!' he continued. you tried to get him to stop, but he went on. 'on our table read, she was singing the songs there with our music producer, james taylor, and even then she was singing her parts, our co-stars parts, my parts.'

'ok, shush, shush,' you put your hand over timothees mouth.

'you know what, i saw the new hunger games movie,' said tom hanks, breaking in between you. 'and i have to say, you were the best part of the movie.'

your jaw almost dropped. 'oh woah, thank you, thank you mr tom hanks,' you clasp your hands together, thanking him. 'woah, woody just complimented me, that means so much to me.'

the rest of the interview went on, talking about cher's music, pretty women and listen to tom hanks talk about space and science. sometimes, when timmy would take a drink, he'd bring you yours, offering it to you in a sweet move.

it went on to talk about timothee going to play the iconic bob dylan in a movie, so it was your turn to watch in admiration, eyes sparkling with it.

'no i haven't met him, i'd love to meet him but you know, i don't want to put any pressure on him in any way. but er- we just saw him live,' he said, gesturing to you as you nod, holding onto your drink, 'three weeks ago, in new york. sold out, kings theatre. it was brilliant, it was magical. they bag your phone on the way in, obliges you to be present, as hard as that may be,' he said again, glancing to you. because how could he ever be present when standing next to you?

a picture showed of bob dylan with sonny and cher.

'i can see it, there is a passing resemblance,' says graham.

'thank you, that is the biggest compliment. my god, i'm blown away,' he leant back on the sofa, arm brushing yours. 'this whole talk show has been like a trip.'

everyone laughed at that, tom hanks playing along.

'but cher, you're going to be played by someone soon,' prompted graham.

'please say it's me,' said julia roberts.

'well-' graham gestured down to you.

you laugh and sheepishly hold up your hand. 'i'll do it, i'm currently un-employed.

cher looked down at you, 'we've cast nobody, babe.'

'you have now,' you shrug. the audience laugh.

finally, you guys talked about wonka, leading timothee- the leading man- to talk about it.

'you sing and dance in it, don't forget that,' you nudge him.

timothee blushes, nodding. somehow the two of you had snuggled up on the sofa, pushed to the end and bodies pressed close together. 'it's blasphemy to say that on a sofa with cher!'

'no, i saw you on saturday night live, you were great. and you danced and you did that hot-guys, or cool-guys or something like that,' said cher.

the audience clap and you laugh loudly, remembering his saturday night live. you'd been in the audience, having done press for the hunger games. it was the best night.

'baby face!' you cheer.

'i can't believe you watched that,' said timmy to cher.

'do you want to re-fresh us?' invited julia.

the crowd whoop and laugh as you clap along.

'you sing it with me?' asked timmy, looking over at you.

'absolutely not, this is all you babe,' you pat him on the back as he leans forward and re-counts the song. you nod your head along with, mouthing the words and clapping, pretending to bow when he was finished. timmy laughed and held onto you.

'you two do seem very close down there,' said graham.

for a moment, you two pause and there's quiet. before you guys realise he's talking about the fact everyone on the sofa had shuffled down so that you were on the edge.

'timmy's magnetic field,' you say, rubbing his shoulders.

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#timothee x reader #timothee imagine #wonka #tom blyth #timothee x you #timothée chalamet #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth imagine #coryo #fame dr #timothee x y/n

[orphicdreamers-wp]

I Know The End — Nico Hischier

Summary; In which a rumor started turns into you staring the end of your lifelong dream in the eye

Content Warnings: Blackmail, false accusations of assault, mentions of cancer, mentions of blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of death during childbirth, angst, Jack & Luke Hughes acting out of character, pick me fem oc(Julia), Nico being caught in the crossfire, inaccuracies of being banned from the NHL, female NHL player

Pairing: Nico Hischier & Fem Reader

You had always loved hockey, your father held the highest pride in his only daughter enjoying his favorite sport. He’d played hockey briefly for a professional team in Germany when you were really young. So it didn’t come as a surprise to him when you decided you wanted to play hockey as well. He was reserved to let you play, your mother had died a few years earlier. She died during childbirth with your younger brother, Vincent and your dad didn’t want to lose you too. But reluctantly he agreed to let you play, because he saw how much you loved it.

So you played hockey from your seventh year in school and you eventually made it onto the Professional Women’s League’s Boston team for about a year and a half. But that wasn’t where you heart was. Your father had encouraged you to go for the NHL, but he didn’t make it to your draft. He had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and had stopped responding to treatment just weeks before the draft was scheduled. He had passed away the night before you were drafted by the New Jersey Devils.

You knew before you were drafted that playing on a team with a bunch of guys wouldn’t be easy. You knew that you would find yourself the brunt of the jokes and facing a lot of hazing from the men. But you didn’t mind it, as long as you got to do what you loved you didn’t mind if the men who were on your team hated you and the idea of you being there. As time progressed only one of the players really seemed to be okay with your presence, Nico seemed to enjoy being around you. Whenever the team won and would go out to celebrate Nico always kindly extended the invitation to you, knowing the other guys weren’t.

You rarely accepted but whenever you did you found yourself enjoying the time spent with Nico and occasionally the other players when they were in decent enough moods to tolerate you. So it wasn’t a surprise when you and Nico wound up intertwined in each other and eventually became a couple. But that never would have worked out, not in a million years. So you and him broke up and within a month he was already seeing someone new. Her name was Julia, and you liked her enough. She was smart and kind. But if you knew then that she would be the reason your in the position you are you would have never spoken to her.

You were leaned against the boards untaping your stick after practice when your head coach Lindy Ruff approached you, “I need to see you in my office now.” You were taken aback by the urgency in his tone as you could feel eyes on you. You frowned slightly as you made your way to his office. You raised an eyebrow as you walked into a room full of men, you were used to it so you sat down and waited as an uncertain feeling loomed over your head.

Coach Ruff spoke ever so gently, as if he was scared of your reaction to the news he had, “I’m sure you know Comissioner Gary Bettman, Director of Officiating Stephen Walkom, Security Officer Miles Anderson and this is attorney Leslie Ryans.” You furrowed an eyebrow further growing confused, “What’s going on coach?” Coach Ruff blew out a deep breath, “Over the past 2 days a lot of rumors have been circulating regarding you and some unacceptable behavior.” You frowned, “I haven’t seen anything, what are you referring to?”

Coach Ruff slid a folder across the desk and you stared at the papers inside. It was printed out screenshots from a Twitter account. The tweet was from Nico’s current girlfriend, Julia. It went in depth of an alleged assault she experienced because at your hands because you were jealous of her and her relationship with Nico. You frowned as you shut the folder and dropped it on the desk, “Coach you don’t seriously believe I could do that, do you?”

Coach Ruff shook his head, “This was not the decision made by just me Y/N. This was all the coaching staff here’s decision. Along with Director Walkom. But most importantly this was Commissioner Bettman’s decision. It looks bad for the organization. I’m sorry but the only choice I have is to remove you from my roster and tell you that you are barred from the team and the NHL as a whole for the foreseeable future.”

You shook your head as you stood up, feeling your voice raise, “This is unfair to me. You all just sat behind a closed door and unanimously decided that my career and my reputation were worthless while you believed baseless claims about me that have nothing to back them up?” You ran a hand over your damp cheeks, “How the hell is this fair to me?”

Coach Ruff shook his head, “It’s out of my hands. Pack your stuff.” You shook your head, “How can you do this to me? To reach deep inside of me and pull out everything I have ever worked for and throw it on the ground so carelessly? I resent it.”

A sob wracked through your chest as you took a deep breath, “This is bullshit. I shouldn’t have left Germany, I can’t believe your taking the last piece of my dad away from me. I resent that and I resent you all for that.” You opened the door to the office and were met with Nico, Jack and Luke sporting solemn expressions. Your eyes were bloodshot and stained with tears.

You walked past them and began to empty the contents of your locker. Nico spoke quietly, “Are you okay?” You glared at him as you dropped some of you items into the box, “Like you care.” You dropped the last items in your box as you began to untape the photos of you and your dad and your friends in various places. You picked up your box, the past 4 years of your life amounting to a single box. You sighed as you walked past Nico, “Keep your lying ass bitch away from me. Or god help me it won’t be a rumor anymore.”

Nico frowned at your words, “What the hell is she talking about?” Luke let out a defeated sigh, “This.” He handed Nico his phone as Nico slowly digested the information he was reading. He handed Luke his phone as he found himself driving to Julia’s house. The door opened and Julia smiled widely at the sight of her boyfriend, “Hi baby!” Nico’s tense demeanor didn’t shift, “Why would you post that? I know that’s a lie, why?” Julia’s face paled, “Why do you care? It’s not about you!”

Nico scoffed, “Because you just got her fired for good. She’s banned from the NHL, not just fined. This was the most important thing to her. Why would you do that?” Julia’s voice lowered, sounding similar to a small child who was in trouble, “Jack asked me to get rid of her.” Nico’s eyes widened, “What?” Julia’s eyes watered, “Jack told me that if I didn’t find a way to get her off the team he would tell you about me and Dawson.” Nico raised an eyebrow, “What about you and Dawson?” Julia sniffled, “We hooked up at that party Jack threw.” Nico scoffed, “I don’t care. We’re over, fix this.”

A good month had passed and you had finally accepted that you were done in the NHL. You were packing up your apartment in New Jersey so you could move home to Germany with your grandparents and finally start school. Your phone rang, you frowned slightly as you read Nico’s name across the screen and answered, “Hey what’s up?” Nico’s soft voice filled your ears, “Check Twitter.” You frowned as you opened the Twitter app on your phone when Nico hung up.

You frowned as your phone began to ring endlessly, teams leaving voicemails telling you that they’d love to have you, Coach Ruff leaving messages apologizing and asking you to return. A message from Nico made you smile briefly. He told you to do what you already knew to do. You smiled as you typed out a quick response ‘I did. Check Twitter’

#hockey player x reader #fanfic #hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier x reader #nico hischer #nj devils #jack hughes

[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

if the catalan national team became an official team, which players do you think would go play for it?

that's a really interesting question. i would imagine that a lot of players are cap-tied with spain already. so if the rules changed and the catalan national team was allowed to participate in FIFA/UEFA official competitions as a national member association, then i wonder how that would play out. (for those who don't know the selección catalana is affiliated with rfef as a regional football federation and can play in friendlies, etc. but can't be fielded as a team for the world cup, euros, etc.)

but let's just say that a one time change was allowed, hypothetically. then here's my list:

aitana bonmati - 100%, first one to sign up, visca catalunya

patri guijarro - she's got the license already

claudia pina - hell yeah. she hates madrid and would love to kick butt in a spain v. catalunya match up

ona batlle - montse gives her the serious ick

laia aleixandri - she and her bestie ona can room together

leila ouahabi - man city already spilled the beans and it appears leila will be one of the players named to the team now, so she would join for sure because the vibes are immaculate

alexia putellas - alexia would love to be the first ever two time world cup winner with two different nations (once with spain and once with catalunya)

jana fernandez - jana goes where her mother goes (alexia)

vicky lopez - vicky also goes where her mother goes (alexia) and she's got to have a youth license, no?

marta torrejon - she's down for a good time. let her play against cgh for kicks

andrea pereira - every team needs a clown

gotta throw in all the barça b babies too!

martina fernández

lucia corrales

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ona baradad

julia bartel

can we get the mallorquinas (cata y mariona) licenses too? maybe that's pushing the envelope...but damn this team would slap!

#alexia putellas #seleccion catalana #catalan national team #woso #futfem #aitana bonmati

[wickedsick]

Page 1 and we already acknowledge this stuff, let's go. Trans Juiz real?

(also love how fucking around with Apocalypse is a Boss tradition now)

Oh.

...Juiz trans real? Please?

He's the only one who can reach such a desolate, lifeless, horrible place

(I'm British, I can make that joke)

Okay, 13 seats, including Fuuko- this tells us a lot.

Sick was officially an Open quest- Rip wasn't part of the table at that point, and Latla still isn't.

The table evolves at 12 or 13 people- and one of these seats was a reward for Sick's quest.

There's like no way Granpasshin is still in the armor.

Let's go through it.

Burn is back. His reward is based on A Silent Voice.

Summer's reward is too generic for me to pinpoint a specific inspiration - maybe it's a Warhammer, for Harley Quinn?

Both First Ten reward the same thing of two roundtable seats, which is probably what Sick gave, too.

I predicted UMA Beast, but wasn't sure about Language, since Nico soloed Language last loop. I guess this just means either Language doesn't like to fight, or Nico's the fucking greatest.

I'm gonna go with Nico being the greatest.

Given that Summer's here, and Feng still isn't a member, that's gotta be where it happens. Are they gonna give Mui Untruth again?

Oh shit, the big one. How close are we to Ragnarök? It's gotta be pretty close. Anyway, Summer is a capture, so this is manageable. Wait, no, we killed Autumn earlier. What?

The meta pick. But also, Nico could take down a First Ten by himself.

THE BOOK HAS FEELINGS! FUCK YEAH!

Apocalypse is the Heart stocks going up!

The fact that everyone fucking adores Juiz is so good.

Fuuko's pose there is just like Gina pre-phil being gay about Fuuko- Fuuko bisexual real?

Also she's literally blushing.

I was about to say Gina is crying over Fuuko loving Juiz so much but then I noticed Sean fucking stole a bite out of her cupcake. Menace.

Julia U. Stitia is a good name.

#undead unluck #fuuko izumo #uu spoilers #gina chamber #juiz uu #Julia u. stitia #nico vorgeil #ichico nemuri #enjin banba #rip tristan #latla mirah #leila mirah #apocalypse #shen xian #yusai uu #sean datz #chikara shigeno #tella uu #creed deckard #billy Alfred #phil hawkins #void volks

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 7:

All that bloodshed, crimson clover…

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I should’ve known that Camille and I would never be friends. From day one when Charles brought her along, introducing her officially as his girlfriend. We were sitting at our table, Charles and Daniel left to get some drinks, Joris and Shima were talking away, as she scooted next to me, giving me a pretty smile when she looked around, then her expression changed.

"I know that Charles and you are like siblings, super close and whatever. But please be aware that he has now a girlfriend, so his undivided attention is on me. Not on you. And I’ve seen the little edits and posts of your so called fans… you and Charles are friends. That’s it. There is no love story behind it. So please stop being all over him, hugging him and touching him inappropriately the whole time. If that’s clear for you, I can tolerate you." she whispered it fast in my ear and before I could even say anything she smiled and gave me a side hug "I’m so excited to hear all the childhood stories you have in store from Charles!" then she laughed and I saw Charles sitting down next to her, smiling happily that his girlfriend and best friend seemingly got along pretty well. I just nodded, took the drink Daniel brought for me and jugged it down, then I grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor.

"Are you okay, Lizzie?" Daniel asked and I just nodded.

"Yeah! I just wanted to dance! So, come on! Let’s get this party started!" I answered and he just cocked an eyebrow but played along.

When the night ended and we were all sitting in the taxi back home to Charles flat I had a weird feeling in my gut. Usually I would sleep in Charles’ bed and Shima and Daniel would sleep in the guest bedroom but after Camilles little speech, it didn’t felt right. So when we arrived at his flat and I was ready for bed, I left the bathroom and grabbed a blanket from the cupboard in the hallway and snuggled into the sofa.

"What are you doing, ma belle?" Charles whispered 10 minutes later and stood in front of me "I was waiting for you and thought you got lost on your way!"

"I shouldn’t sleep in your bed anymore, Charles. You have a girlfriend now. It’s not really respectful towards her…" I mumbled and faked a yawn, eyes closed.

"I can’t let you sleep on the sofa, ma belle! That’s ridiculous! Come on!" Charles said and tried to snatch the blanket away, but I held it close to my body.

"Charles, let me sleep now! Go to bed! Good night!" I groaned and turned around, turning my back on him. I heard him leaving a minute later. And I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

"Happy Birthday, Lizzie!" Arthur yelled and hugged me close, behind him I saw Clara, his girlfriend of 5 months.

"Happy Birthday, Lizzie! Thanks for inviting me as well!" she said and we kissed cheeks.

"How couldn’t I? You’re just the sweetest and I never saw little Tutur this happy!" I said and she smiled "So, there’s the bar, try the '22' it’s the signature cocktail for tonight!" she nodded and followed Arthur towards the bar.

Next arrived Joris and Riccardo, both almost screaming their 'Happy Birthdays'. Lorenzo arrived with Pierre, right after Jamie and Jessica. I looked over and saw Daniel and Shima talking with Joris. Julia and Andrea sitting in a corner, both pregnant and exchanging the newest mum gossip. I talked to everyone, dancing a little but couldn’t stop myself from checking the clock and the entrance every couple of seconds. No sign of Charles. My heart got heavy. I was just about to get a drink when Charles arrived, alone.

"Happy Birthday, Lizzie." he said and hugged me only for a second then let go of me.

"Thanks Charlie, are you okay?" I asked him and he just nodded.

"Yeah sure, I just need a drink." he answered and with that he was gone, off to the bar.

I didn’t see Charles much the whole evening, after an hour or so Camille walked in with 2 of her friends, not even acknowledging me. As Andrea and Shima brought in my cake and everyone sang 'Happy Birthday' for me I looked around, searching for Charles, it was a tradition by now that we were fighting each other to blow out each others candles on our birthdays but he was standing in a corner, talking with Camille, not even singing. My heart stung and I felt tears in the corners of my eyes but I smiled even wider and pretended it’s because they were all singing for me, then I blew out my candles. As I opened my eyes, I made eye contact with Charles who looked at me for a second, then he looked at Camille who said something to him and he just nodded. After that she dragged him away. Worst birthday ever.

"Where’s Charles?" I asked Camille as she stood at the door with her 2 friends who only looked at me once and then walked off.

"He’s getting the car, we’re leaving. I’m feeling not that good." she just said and with that I only nodded.

"Then get well soon, Camille. Take care." I said and walked away, straight into Joris who pulled me into his side.

"If they don’t want to celebrate, more to party for us, right?" he tried to cheer me up and I smiled at him, tears threatening to fall.

"Thanks Jo." I whispered as he kissed my temple and together we walked on the dance floor.

"So what does that mean?" Charles asked and I just shrugged my shoulders as I was adjusting the mask and dropping some chips in our shopping cart "It‘s decided? You’re definitely not racing?"

"Nope, the WSeries generates not enough money to compensate for all the special guidelines and protocols that have to be followed." I sighed and he only shook his head, as Camille stepped in front of us.

"Bae? What takes you so long? Come on! We have so much to do!" her voice is loud and shrill and I’m for once happy that I have to wear a mask as I grimaced at the way she called him ‚Bae‘ and how her ring clad fingers clasped around his bizeps.

"Oh Lizzie, I hope you don’t mind, I asked Joris if you could stay tonight at his place. Charles and I want some time alone… you know it’s a bit crowded with all 3 of us at our flat!" her voice is sweet like honey as she almost whispered it to me, Charles ahead of us pushing the cart as she walked next to me.

"Yeah, sure. Have fun in your flat." I answer and put a lot of emphasis on the your, then I walked away.

I tried it with her, more than once. But whenever I tried to approach her, be nice to her, talk to her, she always showed me that she’s not interested in any kind of friendship. She and her friends told me more than once that I’m only a friend of Charles’ and that she is his main focus. In front of everyone else, especially Charles, she played the sweet girlfriend who’s oh so nice to me, but the ugly truth was: she hated me. And she made it her goal to show me just how much.

"She called it ‚our‘ flat, Jo! OUR FLAT!" I vented and Joris just shook his head, downing his glass "There are so many sweet girls out there, why her?"

"Oh Lizzie, come on you know the answer…" Joris mumbled and I looked at him confused "Nevermind… Camille kicked you out of HIS flat because they want some time alone? She’s such a liar!"

"What do you mean?" I sat up and looked at him "Spill the tea, Trouche!"

"He sent me a text a couple of minutes ago, she must’ve told him a lie…" Joris began and started to look through his phone "Here…"

"Oh wow, clever… but wait? Why did you let me stay here? What did she tell you?" I asked him and he shrugged his shoulders.

"You looked like a lost puppy, you had booze and food…" he answered and I snorted.

"So I stood in front of your door and you just let me camp out here not even questioning me what I’m doing here? Just accepting it?" he nods and I hug him "I think I like you even more than Charles!"

"Oh Lizzie, we both know that’s not true… but thanks for saying it anyway!" we both laughed "What are we watching?"

"The downfall of my career? Is that a movie?" I asked and Joris chuckled.

"No, but I just remember, have you read the news article about you? From earlier today?" Joris asked and I shook my head "It’s on BBC sports, wait I have it open on my iPad." he got up and returned a moment later with his iPad "I really hope that it will help you to get a seat!" he handed me his iPad and I started reading.

"He is so right! I really hope it opens some eyes!" Joris said as I locked the screen "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it’s just… it’s the first time a serious and big broadcaster supports me so openly! I mean yeah sure, Sky and Co. always supported me, but they never talked about the… what did he write… injustice. They just said that I would deserve a seat but that’s it. I want to thank him. How do I do that?" I said and Joris looked through the website.

"There is a contact mail address so maybe you could send an e-mail? Or check if he has Insta?" he said and I nodded. I had to thank Andrew Benson. He was the first male journalist who tackled this issue. And he wasn’t just a journalist, he was the chief F1 writer for the BBC. His opinion would be taken serious. And that was something that I really appreciated.

"…she’s just so annoying! Why can’t she just stay in stupid Germany and drink beer and look like a bulky, fat bitch on her own. Yeah she gained so much weight over this break!Why does she always have to hang around Charles! And why is she always hugging him? Ugh I hate it! He can’t focus on his career if he always has to think about what happens with hers! He’s way to good for her, for this world!" Camille talked on the phone on the balcony as I came back from my morning run.

I quietly made my way into the guest bed room, took out my MacBook and booked the next flight from Nice to Stuttgart. In 4 hours was the departure. There were two things she was right about, as much as I hated to admit it, Charles needed to focus on his own career now and not what happens to mine, and she was also right when it came to my body, since I knew there wouldn’t be a season to drive in this year I hadn’t been super strict with my diet and also skipped one or two work out sessions. I just didn‘t thought someone would notice. Apparently I was wrong. So when I wanted to jump under the shower I took a good look in the mirror, she was more than right, I was getting bulky. I pinched the excess fat on my stomach, I sighed. I had to lose some weight, that’s for sure. With that I showered and dressed up as Charles walked into the room.

"So I was thinking we could… what are you doing?" he looked confused.

"I need to sort out what I’m doing now. I can’t just sit around, doing nothing!" I mumbled and grabbed my suitcase and opened it up.

"You sure you don’t want to stay a little longer?" Charles asked as I threw my stuff into my suitcase.

"No, Charles, it’s alright. I have to figure out what I’m doing this season and you have to start preparing for the new season and well you have…" I answered and Charles looked at me.

"What do I have?" he asked and raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn’t matter." I mumbled but Charles tucked at my wrist and made me look up to him.

"You have Camille, Charles. You should spend your time with her." I said bluntly and continued to throw my stuff into my suitcase.

"Yeah sure, she’s here sometimes, but she’s not you? And I want to spend my time with you…" he began but I clapped my hands and interrupted him.

"All done." I said and Charles just shook his head.

"You and Camille? Is there like… I don’t know, don’t you like her?" he asked and I turned away to grab my backpack.

"No, she’s nice. I’m happy for you. I don’t know, we kinda didn’t have the biggest chance to get to know each other that much, but that’s fine. She makes you happy, right? And as long as you’re happy, I’m happy!" I lied and shoved my phone into my backpack "We’ll talk later, ok? I gotta get going if I want to catch my flight!"

"You’ll be in Austria, right?" he asked and I nodded.

"Of course, Charles!" I answered and with that I hugged him, before I gave him a kiss on his cheek I stopped myself, Camilles words in the back of my mind. Charles seemed to notice my hesitation and hugged me tighter before kissing my temple.

"You know that I love you, right? No matter what?" he whispered and I could feel my throat closing up, tears stinging in my eyes. I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Sure. I love you too, Charles." I whispered back and with that I pushed myself off of him and turned around to grab my backpack and suitcase. As I got into the taxi and Charles waved me goodbye, I could feel the tears streaming down my face.

14. June 2020:

"I think you should tell Charles how she is towards you? I mean, she’s so sweet and nice! But when I heard how she talked to you?" Julia said and I just shook my head.

"He loves her, Julia. And she’s making him happy… so if that is how it is, then I’ll have to accept it." I replied and she just shrugged.

"I don’t know, Liz… maybe she is a good girlfriend to Charles, but if he knew how she’s with you? He would break up in no time!" Julia said and I shook my head.

"He’s happy, so I am too. I can take whatever she has in store for me." I answered and with that the topic was done.

"You haven’t eaten much? I thought that’s your favourite cake?" Julia asked then, glancing down at my plate, cake barely eaten.

"Stomach bug…" I said and she raised an eyebrow.

"Okay?" she looked not really convinced.

"I need to stay in shape." I sighed and Julia nodded slightly.

"Hmm ok…" she said and looked at me for a while.

Julia walked me outside, I glanced one last time at little Alex and waved Julia’s mum before we walked to my car.

"Did they made a decision yet, about next season?" Julia asked and I shook my head, watching the neighbour kids play with their football on the lawn.

"No, not yet. They say we will start next year with another season, but yeah we will see how it plays out." I answered.

"I don’t get why they won’t do this season? F1 starts next month, right?" she asked and as I nod she scoffs, I stood in front of my car and sighed.

"Yeah well, it is what it is." I shrugged and then I heard a loud engine roaring, coming our way and I turned and looked at the street, right in front of me the huge traffic sign with a circled 30, a black Mercedes with it’s blasting engine coming closer.

I turned to Julia as I saw the football of the neighbour kids rolling on the street, the younger boy running after it, not looking for cars or anything. The driver of the Mercedes was not slowing down at all, so I had to act fast and ran to grab the little boy, but in a split second the car was in front of us and I had no other choice, I scooped him up, turned my back to the car and braced myself for the impact. I closed my eyes and encased the boy in my arms, trying to shield him as good as I could. I felt a shock wave going through my body, all feelings were gone, only weightlessness and silence left. Then it changed and I heard the faint whimpering of the boy. Then another shock wave and the pain erupted through every fibre of my body. I felt myself moving and opened my eyes, but I only saw blurred outlines. With my body still moving, it felt like I was skidding across the tarmac. Then the underground changed into something more soft and my body came to a halt. I laid on my back, the trembling boy on my chest crying. I took a painful deep breath and opened my eyes.

“Are you okay? Little one?” I whispered breathlessly and he slowly turned his head up and looked at me “Can you carefully move your legs for me? And then your arms? Good job, buddy. It’s going to be okay!”

I heard the blood rushing in my ears. The throbbing pain in my head was getting worse. I felt how my hair was getting wet, some liquid trickling down the side of my head into my neck. My limbs started hurting like they were crushed. Breathing shallow, lungs feeling like they were on fire. Somewhere far away I heard someone screaming my name, my hands slipped from the boys back as I turned my head to the right. I saw the green grass around us turning redder and redder, stained with my blood, I focused on the clover, crimson droplets on the four leafs, then everything turned black.

Charles POV:

It was all over the news, even a video of it was on TikTok. I drummed with my fingers on the steering wheel, driving faster than allowed. The image of her petite frame flying through the air, skidding over the tarmac, her body on the blood soaked grass, the paramedics leaning over her lifeless body, reanimating her. It all kept playing in a loop inside of my head. I couldn’t lose her. She couldn’t be gone. I couldn’t live without her. It just was not possible.

"How is she?" my first words as I stormed into the waiting area but as I saw the look on their faces my world began to crumble, my vision getting blurry. Someone helped me sit down, but I couldn’t see who.

"She’s still in surgery. We have to wait now and have faith."

She was still in surgery? It happened almost 12 hours ago.

She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, as if she was sleeping, if it wasn’t for the tube, the cords and wires attached to her body, the bruises on her face, the bandages covering most of her body, a cast on her left hand and right leg. I held her cold hand, tracing patterns on the back of it, like I did so many times before, only this time her cheeks aren’t turning red, she’s not giggling and giving me that look that made all my insides melt. No, she felt cold, as if she wasn’t here. Her presence gone, every room she entered always lit up because of her, but I sat in a dark hospital room, sterile walls, sterile sheets, machines beeping, screens illuminating the space between us, the smell of disinfectant in the air. The last time I sat in a room like this was Dads and she was the one guiding me through it, shining like a beacon of hope. But she wasn’t here to do it again. And I had no idea how I would survive this without her. I could feel hot tears stinging in the corner of my eyes. This time I had to be the strong one, for the both of us, but how? How, when everyone I loved only left me alone? How when the only one who ever got through to me, was the one I needed to be strong for. My breathing ragged and my chest hurt when I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinched.

"Charles? When was the last time you slept?" Marina asked quietly and I looked up, trying to stable my breathing again.

"I don’t know, when you called I got straight into the car and drove here? Since when am I here?" I am confused, my brain still lacking oxygen as I followed her look on the clock.

"Almost 24 hours! Charles, go home, have a nice shower, sleep and then come back in the morning?" she said it gently but one look in her face and I know there’s no point in arguing "Sissy is at home. It’s good for her and Liam, when they’re not alone."

I got up and hugged her tight. Then I kissed Lizzie on the forehead and left.

I stood in front of her bed, it’s unmade, typical Lizzie, 3 books in it, 2 more on her nightstand and a whole stack of books next to it. I walk to her closet where some of my clothes were stored. As I picked up the clothes I turned around and left the room and went to shower. I dressed up and left the bathroom as I saw a shadow in Lizzies door, I quietly walked around the corner and looked inside her room.

Liam climbed into her bed and snuggled Lizzie’s favourite pillow. A rainbow I won at a fair a couple of years ago for her. I quietly walked in and Liam looked at me with his big, bright blue eyes that reminded me so much of her, although Lizzie’s eyes were darker, more grey, but they were equally big and they both mastered the puppy eyes.

"Hey Buddy, what are you doing?" I sat down next to him and he crawled into my lap, hiding his face in my chest, Lizzie’s rainbow still pressed tight to his body.

"Miss her." he whispered "She reads bedtime story better than Mama…" he sobbed quietly and I hugged him tight to my chest.

"I miss her too, Buddy." I answer and could feel my shirt dampen from Liams tears.

"When Mama made fruit snack a man on the screen said that Lizzie is in crit- crit-tital coniton?" he mumbled and I held my breath "What’s that? Opa said Lizzie sleeps suuuper deep!"

"Yeah, she does, she’s super exhausted from saving that little boy, so her body needs a lot of rest, that’s why she’s sleeping suuuper deep!" I answer, although I felt my throat closing up.

"Poke her to wake up!" Liam sits up and looks at me, tear smeared face, red eyes and nose.

"That’s not so easy, Liam. We need to give her time! And then we will maybe poke her and wake her up, okay?" I said and he sighed loudly.

"OK, but I sleeps here! Smells like her!" he whispered and snuggled again back into my arms. I smiled and laid down, sending Sissy a text that Liam’s with me, after a moment my phone buzzes and she texts back,wishing us a good nights rest. I saw a text from Camille, one of a dozen she already sent me since I was here, asking when I would be back in Monaco. But I ignored it, like I ignored the other ones. For now I had to stay here.

Leaving her did not feel good, although I had to go back to Maranello for some last pre season tests, I dreaded it.

"We‘ll call you as soon as something new comes up, Charles. She would be mad if you would miss the season opener because of her, you know that!" Juergen said and I just sighed.

"Yeah, I know, she would rip my head off." I answer with a faint smile and he just nodded, before he pulled me into a hug.

"Go and make her proud!" now I just nodded and left the hospital, then I drove back home to say goodbye to Marina, Liam and Sissy.

"I’ll be back here as soon as I can, ok Buddy?" I said as I hugged him tight to my body.

"Careful on track! I don’t want you to sleep deep like Lizzie!" he whispered and I swallowed hard.

"I’ll take care, Buddy! I promise!" I answered and sat him down, then I hugged Sissy and Marina goodbye and walked up to my car. I got in, backed out of the driveway and waved one last time before I headed back to Maranello, where I was until 5 days ago.

"It’s really a shame, she’s so young!" a woman’s voice.

"I googled her, she’s a racing driver and a pretty good one as well!" another woman‘s voice.

“So she’s an athlete? God no! She will hate to adjust to a life where she practically can’t do anything athletic at all…” the first one again.

“To adjust to this new life she has to wake up first… and Dr. Friese said she most likely won’t.”

“Such a young, pretty girl. It’s really a shame.”

I could open my eyes just a crack, it was a dark room, illuminated by some screens, all loud beeping. I tried to move, but my body didn’t react. I tried to say something, but again, my body didn’t react. I started to panic and everything turned dark again.

“So what are you saying?” Dad.

“It’s been now almost 14 days, her brain showed little to no brain activity.” a male voice, probably a Doctor.

Again I could open my eyes just a crack. It’s bright in the room. The frames of Mum and Dad standing at the foot of my bed, 2 men in white opposite them.

“Is there any chance that the brain activity will increase?” Mum. Broken voice.

“I want to be honest with you, Mr. and Mr. Doetterer. The chance of your daughter waking up is less than 5 %. But even if she wakes up, she’ll be bound to machines and be bedridden. In a comatose state. I know your daughter is a very active person, her body is besides the damage brought through the accident in great shape. Some nutrients are missing a little, but as she’s a vegetarian it’s no wonder, but still really, really good” the other Doctor.

“What do you suggest?” Dad again. His voice sounded almost mechanic.

“We would advise to stop the life support. And given the excellent health of your daughter, you should consider to donate her organs. I know this sounds cruel, but with every day passing the condition of her organs gets worse and…” the first Doctor.

“I think Mr. and Mrs. Doetterer understood, why don’t you go ahead and look for the next patient?” the other one said, and the first doctor left “I’ll leave you alone. If you need anything, just push the button. I’m really sorry.”

Mum sat down on the chair to my right, I could barely saw her taking my hand, but I couldn’t feel her touch.

“Hey my pretty girl.” she whispered, tears in her eyes.

I tried to open my eyes wider, move my head, wiggle my fingers, just anything to sign them that I was still there. But my body betrayed me. The little light and sight my eyes granted me began to fade.

“My little owl, Lizzie! Please! If you’re somewhere in there, just give us a sign! Anything!” Dads voice is raw and gravelly.

I drifted off into darkness, I tried to fight it, screaming, crying, nothing happened. Silence.

“I think they will pull the plug. I mean, what else can they do?”

“Nothing, that’s the sad thing. At least her organs will safe some lifes!”

“Yeah, but because of the accident, they can’t use her lungs and spleen. Really a shame.”

“Do you know how long she’s got left?”

“The doctors try to talk to the family tomorrow, after that? A day? Two?”

“Mhhh poor girl.”

“Yes, indeed.”

My eyes a crack open in silence. Bright lights in the room. Beeping of the machines.

A door opened. Mum, Dad and the older Doctor. Mum and Dad sat down to each of my sites.

“We will need some time to prepare anyways, for the organ removal. Take your time, let everyone say their goodbyes.” He left.

“Sissy and Marcus could come today, but what about Liam and Benji? I don’t want them to see her like that?” Mums voice wavered.

My two little babies. No, I don’t want their last memory of me be like this, bedridden, tube, cables and cords covering my body. They should remember me as their aunt who always played with them, ran around and always made them laugh.

“They have to say goodbye. See her one last time.” Dad sounded mechanic again.

“Okay, then Omi later as well. Tomorrow Daniel, Shima, Andrea and Julia?” Mum again.

“What about…” Dad stopped.

“He would want to come, they all would want it, but Juergen is it a good idea? He’s been through so much already! Another loss?” Mum sounded exhausted.

“He will lose her anyways. We all will. But if we don’t give him the chance to say good bye? We can’t do that Marina! Charles would never forgive us!” Dad as well.

Then it dawned on me what he just said. Charles. No. No. No. No. Not Charles.

“But his season starts this weekend! Do you really think it’s a good idea? Him seeing her like that? And then get in the car?” Mums voice was only a whisper.

NO! He can’t see me like this! It will remind him too much of Jules. He can’t see me like this! Not him! I won’t be there to get him through another loss! No! It’s not possible. And then him driving this weekend? No! Not Charles!

“I’ll call him, I’ll explain everything and then he can decide.” Dad got up.

My mind was doing somersaults. He can’t make that call. I had to do something. Anything. Come on Lizzie. I tried to scream. As loud as I could. Tried thrashing around, sending signals through my body with just my mind. And then…

“Did you see that?” Mum is shocked.

“See? Did you hear that?” Dad was next to me in an instant “Lizzie! If you can hear me just give me a sign! Anything!”

I screamed again. Started coughing. Something was in my way.

“She’s fighting the tube!” Mum pushed the call button, no she punched it and the door opened.

“Any more questions?” the younger Doctor again, his face went through multiple emotions when he saw me fighting the tube that was down my throat, my eyes blinking, body shaking “How is that even possible?”

“She’s exhausted buddy, be careful! Don’t wake her up.” Charles’ voice was soft.

“Wanna hug her! Now!” Liam.

My mind was playing cruel tricks on me. Charles voice, together with Liam, or were they here to say their final goodbyes? That’s what Mum and Dad talked about with the doctors right? And as soon as everyone said goodbye that was it. My life would end, just by pushing some buttons. Should I be calm? Or scared? What are you supposed to feel in the moments before your death? And where are the memories of my life that should be flashing before my eyes? I slowly opened them and looked around, my room was full of flowers, Mum and Dad talked to the doctors outside the room. Sissy filled up a cup with water and stood at my left. Charles sat in the chair on my right, Liam in his lap.

“Hey Bubba! Come here! I want the biggest hug you have!” I said with a raspy voice and Charles flinched.

“You’re awake!” he exclaimed and I nodded slowly.

“I am and now I want my hug!”

He carefully lifted Liam next to me, who hugged me slowly, gave me a kiss on the cheek and then snuggled next to me in bed.

“Oh ma belle, I was so scared….” Charles whispered and kissed my forehead, eyes teary.

“We all were!” Dad walked in and he looked as bad as I felt, maybe worse. Guilt in his eyes.

Charles moved aside and Dad gave me a gentle hug and kissed my cheek, Mum followed shortly after.

“Oh my pretty, pretty girl!” she whispered and a tear escaped her eyes, eyes with the same guilt in them like Dads.

The doctor stepped inside my room and stood at the foot of my bed and looked at me.

“Hello Lizzie, I’m Dr. Friese, one of your doctors here. How do you feel? Any headaches? Dizziness? Nausea?” I shook my head and he smiled, ticking something off on my record. “So, can you tell me, what is the last thing you can remember?”

You deciding to pull the plug on me.

I swallow and looked at Mum and Dad. I already knew that they felt horrible, thinking like they’ve almost killed me, they didn’t have to know that I knew about it.

“A lot of blood on a really nice and soft lawn.” I answered and the doctor smiled, then I remembered the little boy “Wait! The little boy? What happened to him?”

“Luka Maier, had a light whiplash, some bruises, a broken wrist and a broken foot. But nothing severe, only minor injuries, he left the hospital 10 days ago. Oh and this is for you!” Dr. Friese said and handed me a drawing of a girl in a racing suit and helmet, with wings and a halo, standing next to a race car. In the right corner a little message:

Dear Lizzie, thank you for being my guardian angel and saving my life! As soon as you wake up, I hope I can give you a hug! A big one! My Mama and Papa are saying that you are a real super hero!

Thank you! Luka!

I smiled at the drawing and handed it to my sister, she put it in the drawer of the bedside table, then she took my hand and kissed the back of it. I smiled at her and she only nodded, I turned back to the doctor.

“So? How fast can I get out of here? And when can I get back in my car?” I asked and was met with silence.

“Lizzie, I’m afraid I have to tell you, that you are paralysed from your waist down. When and if the paralysis will go away is at the given time impossible to determine.” Dr. Friese looked sad as he nodded to my parents and left the room.

Liam started to squirm and Sissy scooped him up, she excused herself and said she would walk around a bit with him, then she left. I coughed, my mouth dryer as any desert. Mum took the cup of water from the night stand and handed it to me, I took it and jugged the whole cup down.

“Lizzie, listen, for now this sounds bad, but, the accident is little over 3 weeks ago. There is a lot of swelling. Give it some time and rest, then we’ll see.” Dad said and Mum nodded agreeing. I nodded as well.

“Yeah! Sure! I mean, you’re right!” I said and smiled. Mum and Dad looked relieved “ Can I eat? Like normal stuff? Or not so good?”

“We will get you something! We’re so happy your appetite is back!” they shuffled out of the room and it was only Charles left.

“How was the first race?” I asked him.

“It was good.” he replied and sat down at the edge of my bed, taking my hand in his.

“What does that mean? Did you win? Podium?” I laughed.

“P2. And now tell me what’s really going on in that pretty head of yours?” he sighed and rubbed circles around my wrist.

“If the swelling will be gone and I end up being really paralysed, Charles, I can’t do that!” I whispered and Charles looked at me.

“Ma belle, listen to me. Every step of the way, I’ll help you as much as I can! We all will! You’ll never be alone in this! I promise!” he said and smiled at me encouraging.

“But if I’m paralysed, what am I supposed to do?" I whispered and he shook his head.

"We will find a way! But for now, can we just be happy that you’re alive? I was so scared of losing you!" he said and his voice broke and he took a deep breath "The way you lay here, all cold, not moving, lifeless… and- and god I had all these flashbacks to Jules. And dad."

"I’m sorry, Charles…" I whispered and he shook his head.

"Stop! Don’t you dare apologise for what this asshole did!" he hugged me carefully and sighed into my neck "God Lizzie, I’m so happy your awake! I just.. I couldn’t think of a life without you! I was so scared to never hold you in my arms again, to never talk to you again!"

"I’m here! I’m okay… well kinda." I said quietly and Charles nodded.

"Whatever’s gonna happen from now on, you’ll never be alone!" he said and I smiled.

"I know Charlie bear!"

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"Aww, sweetheart. I'm so glad you were able to come" grandma said, giving me a hug.

"I would not miss grandad's birthday for anything in the world."

"Not like your father" he said, also hugging me. The moment my dad knew I was coming back to London, he suddenly had an important meeting to attend and he couldn't join us all to celebrate. "He is a coward. Not being able to face his own daughter..."

"Let's leave that conversation for another day, shall we?" grandma said. "Today is a day to celebrate that she has a new job. C'mon, tell us everything about this Spanish girl. Is she posh? Where is the kid's dad?"

"Yes, share all the gossip with your grandma" grandad laughed, sitting down on his big chair.

"She isn't posh. Everything Lucy has is because she's worked her ass off to get it. Language, sorry."

"Don't worry, darling. Living in the North does that to you" grandma said, making grandad snort.

"We also swear on this part of the country, you know?" he said.

"Whatever" grandma replied, rolling her eyes. "What about the dad? You didn't mention anything."

"She divorced from her husband last year. Well, they actually are still divorcing, there is nothing official. But they went their separate ways a year ago."

"A divorce lawyer getting divorced. Funny" grandad said.

"Getting a divorce is never funny. Especially when there is a child involved. How is she dealing with it?"

"Julia is ok. Her dad also is a lawyer, so she is used to only seeing him from time to time."

"That is so sad... But what happened? Why did they get a divorce?"

"You are so noisy" grandad chuckled.

"I just want to know who is the woman my granddaughter is working for!"

"And knowing the reason why she got a divorce is important because..."

"Because!" she said. 

"I don't know why she is divorcing from her husband. We don't know each other that well just yet" I shrugged. Which was a lie. Lucy and I had instantly connected and shared all our dramas with each other.

"Anyway, let's talk about more important things" grandad said before grandma could ask anything else. "You are coming to the game tomorrow, aren't you?"

"It is your birthday present, grandad. Of course I am." He's been an Arsenal fan since he was a little kid, and every time my father allowed it, he would take me to one of their games. Tomorrow they are playing against one of the big ones, Manchester City, and he wants me to go with him. I don't follow football that much, but I always enjoy going to the games and spending some time just the two of us.

"Oh, yes. And Robert is taking his grandson with him too. When was the last time you saw Harry?" grandma asked.

Harry... The grandson of my grandad's best friend, the one they've wanted me to marry since we both were kids, and also the one who tried to kiss me the last time we saw each other, getting a punch on the nose as an answer. 

"I can't remember when I last saw him" I lied.

"Well, I'm sure he is looking forward to seeing you" grandma said. 

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"This can't be your granddaughter!" Robert said when we met outside the Emirates Stadium. "Where did the girl with the pigtails go?"

"Hi" I said. I think I haven't worn pigtails since I was three, but oh well. "Harry."

"Hello" he replied, not meeting my eyes. It looked like what had happened during our last encounter definitely still was in his head. Good. Now he probably knew what happens when someone tells you no and you insist.

"Let's go inside, shall we?" grandad said. "Today is a big day, we'll probably have to wait longer than usual at the queue."

Once inside the stadium, we were seated next to the benches, getting to see the players very close, especially when walking in and out of the tunnel.

"Ah, look at this atmosphere" grandad said. "Those City boys aren't used to something like this back home, are they, Robert?"

"They definitely aren't" he replied, both men starting to laugh.

"But at least they win something" Harry said under his breath. Since he was sitting next to me, I was the only one who heard him. 

"Who do you truly support?" I whispered.

"Chelsea. But don't tell my grandad, it'll break his heart."

"Your secret is safe with me. You know I'm really good at that."

"Yeah..." he replied, his ears turning bright red. 

The first half of the game was just City attacking and Arsenal trying to defend themselves, somehow making it to the half-time with no goals on any side. As the players started walking towards the tunnel, there was one that caught my attention, one that was arguing with another teammate. Before he disappeared, he looked up, our eyes meeting just for a brief moment, and I could swear I had seen him before. But where? On tv? Online? There was something too familiar about him to be just a complete stranger.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Harry said.

"What?"

"You are completely gone, definitely thinking about something."

"It's just that a City player looked familiar. I guess I've seen him somewhere before."

"Maybe out in Manchester? You live in the same city."

"I don't think these guys and I visit the same places" I chuckled.

"You never know."

"Anyway, I'm going to the bathroom. Grandad, do you want a drink or something?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, darling."

When I made it back, the second half had already started.

"Which player looked familiar?" Harry asked me when I sat down.

"I don't know. A tall one, brown hair. He was arguing with another one that looked tiny next to him.”

"Dias?"

"Uh? Why are you speaking in Spanish?"

"That's his name. Well, his last name. When City came out, he turned around and looked to where we are sitting with a confused look. Maybe he also recognized you."

"Nah, that's impossible. Someone probably insulted him and that's why he looked like that."

I had never met a City player, had I? Someone would have told me, they supposedly are superstars.  

The game obviously ended with City winning but just by one goal, and grandad and Robert seemed to be very proud about it. We were still on our seats, waiting until most people had left the stadium, when I found myself looking again at the player from the first half. He was giving some interviews, and the way he was standing while talking, made him look even more familiar. Who was this stupidly handsome man? Because he was handsome. And hot. Very hot. His t-shirt was sticking to his body, letting you see his very defined abs and pectorals. And his arms... His arms were the size of my head. 

When he finished talking, he smiled at the reporter before saying goodbye, and it clicked. 

"No way" I gasped.

"What?" Harry said next to me. 

"Who is he?" I asked, nodding towards the City player.

"Oh, that's the one I told you was looking this way. Dias."

"But you said that's his last name, right? What's his name?"

"Rúben. Rúben Dias."

Rúben. My Chris Evans. The hot neighbour. It was him. He was a fucking football player. And not any player, no. A Manchester City one. And now he was looking at us, at me, trying to figure out why I also looked familiar. 

"He's looking at us again" Harry said. "Are you sure you don't know each other?"

"We..." But before I was able to say that we didn't, Rúben was smiling and waving at me. And I was waving back, also smiling. But while he gave me a cute smile, I probably was smiling like an idiot or with the ugliest grin.

"You were saying..." 

"I don't know him. I just waved back because..."

"He's hot" Harry said.

"Yes. That's exactly why. Wouldn't you have done the same with a hot girl?"

"Maybe... But are you really sure you don't know each other?"

"I'm really sure, Harry. Stop asking."

"Ok" he said, definitely not believing me.

"Alright kids, ready to leave? I'm starving" grandad said.

"Ready" I replied. Anything to stop Harry from asking more questions, and to stop me from thinking about the fact that Rúben, the neighbour, actually was Rúben Dias, Manchester City player and football star.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[its-vannah]

A Toast to the Bride and Groom | Graham Dunne x Reader

A/N: After all the angst Graham content I've been serving, you guys deserved something sweet.

Warnings: Implied sexual encounter (very, very minor), mentions of drug use, alcohol, alcoholism

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

The sound of a fork tapping against someone's wine glass rang through the room, bringing everyone's attention to Graham.

"Before we get started and the band starts embarrassing me in front of my wife, I'd just like to thank all of you for coming today to celebrate with us," Graham said, smiling down at you as he spoke, "It was always my biggest dream to get married and I'm so happy I got to fulfill that with you."

Raising his glass, he looks around the room, grinning from ear to ear, "To Y/N Dunne."

The room erupted with applause and you couldn't help but lean into Graham's side. He eventually took his seat beside you, setting his class down.

Warren stood up not long after, clinking two classes together to get the attention that was already on him. When you come into a formal event wearing a fur vest, bell-bottoms, and round sunglasses, you brought attention to yourself.

Clearing his throat, Warren sat on the edge of the table, much to your parents dismay, "When I first met Graham, he was stick thin and getting over his first girlfriend who broke up with him at his locker. His dramatic ass acted like he'd never be able to move on. But he did, and when I say he upgraded, I mean it. I've never met a girl who puts a smile on my man's face more than Y/N/N. She really has become like a little sister to me. A wiser, smarter, prettier sister who puts up with my bullshit and Graham's."

Your mother cringes at his use of language, digging her nails into her fists as she throws you "the look." But you didn't pay her any mind.

Warren continued, "She allows us to continue our sword fights in their living room, encourages him to keep pursuing music, and loves him fully."

Looking around the room, clearing nearing being full on drunk, he winked at you and Graham, "I remember the night when she showed him how much she loved him."

To your left, your mother sank into her chair, her head in her hands. The two of you had told her you were waiting until marriage.

"To Y/N/N and peaches!" Warren said, holding up both glasses, pouring them both into his mouth, which ended with him pouring a glass directly down his chest.

Awkward silence and a few claps ensued, with Karen standing up next, waiting for everyone to quiet down.

"I'll keep it short and sweet, as I know half of have been very friendly with your alcohol, myself included," She began, "To go off of Warren, Graham—you're still awkward and you're still growing, but I think you have found the best woman to grow beside. And Y/N, let me know if you ever need any help babysitting these three."

She gestured to Warren, Eddie, and Graham, raising a brow before taking a seat.

Graham looked expectantly over at his brother, who was sat at his own table with Camila, Julia, and the twins. But Billy didn't move or even acknowledge him. His eyes were focused on the bottle of champagne in front of him, untouched.

Eddie went next, staying seated as he spoke, "Graham and I have known each other since we were kids in Pittsburgh. He was right when he said he was always dreaming of settling down. A big softy, really. But watching him meet and fall in love with Y/N made me realize how important it is to find someone who's right for you."

"Graham, man, I think it goes without saying, but we're happy for you. And Y/N, it's nice to see that he's not moping around anymore wondering if you like him back. Take good care of him, Dunne."

A smile grew on your face at his words, especially when he called you "Dunne." It was official, you married into one of the most famous families in America in the 70's.

Once again, Graham eyed Billy, waiting for him to speak. But he didn't even move.

Daisy stood, looking a bit out of place in her short, flashy dress and knee high boots, her ginger hair contrasting her heavy blue eyeshadow. It completely washed her out, as did all the drugs she was doing.

"Y/N was one of my first real friends who I could come to with anything. I trust her whole heartedly. She allows me to be—She lets—I'm the free spirit I am and she lets—She supports me."

Nothing she said was coherent, but she continued, "Graham, such a sweetheart. You two—congrats. You deserve the, you deserve... Congratulations."

Silence fell upon the room as she sat down in her chair. It broke your heart to see her like that, strung up on God knows what.

Graham squeezed your hand and before you knew it, your mother had raised her glass, tapping on it before rising to her feet.

"I remember the day I brought my daughter home from the hospital. She was so small in my arms, fast asleep as I carried her inside. It's hard to believe that she's married now. I feel like you should still be in my arms, asking me to check under your bed for monsters or sing you to sleep," She sighed, "Graham, you're a lovely boy. I never thought, and still don't think, anyone deserves my girl. But out of all the men she could've found, I'm happy it was you."

You knew her words were just for show, but for a moment, you let it all feel real.

She raised a glass, "To my sweet, beautiful, smart baby girl, and Graham."

He let out a small laugh beside you, shaking his head, whispering, "Only Mrs. L/N..."

Your head rested on his shoulder as Camila stood, "Billy's feeling a little under the weather today, so I'm speaking on his behalf, if you don't mind."

Graham felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest. His own brother couldn't put his own problems aside for one day? One day that wasn't about him?

Trying to restrain his tears, Graham nodded, forcing s smile on his face.

"Graham, I remember when Billy first introduced me to you. I'd never had a brother growing up, but you gave me the chance of getting firsthand experience. You were kind and funny, and especially good at the guitar then, and you're all those things and more now."

"Being married myself, I can't tell you what an honor it is to see the two of you finally together. There will be highs and lows for the rest of your lives together, but I have no doubt you'll rise above every obstacle that comes your way."

"Graham, Y/N, I'm so incredibly happy for the two of you. Mrs. Dunne, you've got a good one there, take good care of him for us."

For the next sixty five years, that's exactly what you did.

#fanfiction #daisy jones and the six fanfic #daisy jones fanfic #daisy jones & the six #daisy jones and the six #dj&ts #djats #taylor jenkins reid #taylor reid #graham dunne x y/n #graham dunne x reader #grahamdunne #graham dunne #fanfic #fan fic

[beevean]

I decided to break down down this absolutely beautiful poster because I love it and there is some interesting content to notice <3

Starting from the big character portraits:

The Hecboi being his usual badass self. You can spot his earrings which I love, it's such a cute detail <3

Isaac practicing his "step on me daddy" routine. yes sir i get it your boots are fabulous and your pants can't contain your d

I find highkey underrated how Kojima associated him with skulls in official artwork. I wish it didn't get lost in time lol.

Trevor, my friend Trevor :) much more serious than the sass master he is in the game lol

Julia taking care of Hector's Innocent Devils :)

Side note, while I love most of their designs in the game, I find Kojima's idea of what Hector and Isaac's Devils could look like very fascinating. I like how she draws dragons.

The big man himself, St. Germain standing in front of a clock, and Zead holding a four-leafed clover for good luck (+ Isaac again lol)

Now, the more minute detail, going anti-clockwise:

Not only we can see Dracula's Castle, but the figure in the center is the Devil Forgery lab in the PtR manga:

Another underrated detail of lore :)

Oh, this one is just. juicy <3 It took me ages to understand what's going on, but with some help I finally realized it.

So this is essentially the moment where Hector went to Dracula and was like "hey boss, would you mind if you stopped to order me to kill humans? dunno if you noticed but i'm human too and it feels weird. thanks", and Dracula was like "hmm. let me think about it. no. have a nice day :)".

In the PtR manga, it was depicted like this:

With Dracula threatening Hector with his extended claws, and then throwing him off the castle keep. i don't know what you were expecting, man

But in the poster, he's straight up holding Hector by his throat and stabbing him with the fingers of his bat wings! So much that you can see blood dripping from his mouth! Ouch!

This only proves my headcanon that Devil Forgemasters are superhuman and can withstand wounds that would kill a normal person.

also, between this and his sippy attack in the game proper, dracula sure likes to manhandle hector a little too much.

the besties going to work <3

You have no idea how much this little drawing pisses me off. This is the closest thing I have of a canon depiction of Hector and Isaac working as Devil Forgemasters.

I need to see them slaughtering humans together in my bloodstream D: not even NFCV had the courtesy of depicting a villain Hector actually doing villain things D: guys. guys the potential-

Aside from that, this also incidentally proves that PtR's interpretation of Isaac's fabulous outfit (being what is left of his normal Devil Forgemaster outfit after Hector destroyed it) is retroactive. My man was apparently already going shirtless just because he felt like it. Imagine being killed by Dracula's most loyal soldier and your last sight in life is his tiddies. King shit.

also

yeah it's stupid but that's the vibe i get lol

I get it, Kojima-san, you love your blorbo. understandable

A bit more seriously, I really appreciate how much Isaac doesn't have the certified Kojima Pretty Man face, he's instantly recognizable. I like his big nose :)

Hector practicing Devil Forging, a smaller version of this panel from the PtR manga:

I like how in the poster it looks like a typical yin-yang symbol, but also closer to the black-and-white motif of the Devil Forging crest :) they look like two lil dragons chasing each other.

why does isaac look 150% more naked without his shoulder armor

It's hard to tell which even this is supposed to represent. I guess it's his defeat at Hector's hands, if we take the black splotches on the ground as his outfit being slashed. Notice the crest on the floor, similar to the intro of the game!

The worsties fighting. Hector is pissed and Isaac is a troll, must be a day ending in Y. they're flirting

The End! Hard to tell if it's Hector's golden Devil or Abel, but it looks awesome <3

This one... puzzles me. I can tell that Hector is being attacked by some little devils and he's defending himself. But why is he using a small pumpkin as a weapon??

(what if this is him trying to defend rosaly from the mob who accused her of being a witch :<)

Hector angsting. Sadly I'm not sure of what kind of flower that's supposed to be, perhaps a dandelion? I wish it was a lily of the valley like in PtR.

Our friend Trevor again. Interesingly, in the full poster, Isaac and Trevor are directly mirroring each other.

Trevor being like "bruh are you for real" after whipping Hector's ass black and blue. (i hate his second fight so much...)

I would say "Hector's revenge", but actually it looks like he's bleeding and in pain. So... I think this the moment when Dracula nearly clawed Trevor's eye out.

Trevor and Isaac fighting! Love that scene in the game :D

isaac how are you even twisting yourself. what are you doing. you're showing off, aren't you.

Not sure about what location these ruins are supposed to be, but fascinating detail of the skeleton holding a scale of justice. It's close to Zead...

tl;dr i want to eat this poster because it's just so fucking good and a great way to summarize the game

#castlevania #curse of darkness #long post #ayami kojima #hector castlevania #isaac laforeze #trevor belmont #dracula castlevania #julia laforeze #st. germain #zead

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

annie

annie's 28th birthday party was an odd group. it was julia and jim, casey and robbie, tom and alicia, plus jonah and his new girlfriend kim, a very hot and funny blonde girl that annie kept picturing bent over, taking jonah's cock. annie and tom were officially a couple now, and told everyone their honest "how we met" story -- annie had fucked his sister into a coma -- which everyone agreed was the best meet cute of all time.

her party, at a local bar, marked the first time annie did cocaine in front of tom. it was something he knew she did from time to time, and he did not do any -- he watched her do bumps in a bathroom stall with casey. it felt very intimate, doing drugs in front of tom. annie wasn't sure why. maybe because he was a little older. annie got very drunk and very high, and was only hazily aware that they were going back to jim's apartment. once there, jim and tom watched annie and julia make out -- julia was gamely pretending to not be depressed for the evening. annie took off julia's panties and licked along her landing strip.

they proceeded to have more or less an orgy -- tom and jim both took turns with annie and julia, and also spent some time together at both ends of each girl. annie got every load of cum -- seven total -- in her and on her. at one point as tom was cumming on annie's ass, she abruptly asked him -- "alicia -- where's alicia?"

"she went with your brother and his girlfriend," tom said, laughing.

after they were done fucking, annie found her phone. she showed tom the picture alicia had sent her of robbie's cock buried in her pussy. "now we're even," she'd written. tom zoomed in on alicia's cunt, which annie quite liked seeing.

annie was profoundly hungover in the morning. she spent an hour or so in jim's bathroom, while tom and jim railed julia in the next room. julia came in with cum dripping down her landing strip.

"how did it feel?"

"like hanging out with my stepbrothers," julia said as she hopped into the shower.

"really?" annie asked.

"almost every night," julia said, smiling. "they're insatiable."

annie saw tom a lot the week of her birthday. they had a lot of sex. alicia hadn't expected 28 to feel any different, and yet, every time tom came, annie found herself thinking about getting pregnant. and then, at one point, as tom was unloading inside her and she was riding the aftershocks of a particularly intense orgasm, it slipped out of her: "i love you," she said.

"i love you too," he told her, still pumping his cum into her pussy.

they didn't say it again after that for a while, but they both knew it had happened. she told robbie about it when she got home that night -- after fucking him in their bed. casey was visiting friends out of town. "you're such a romantic," he said, teasing her, as she played with his flaccid cock.

he was getting texts from casey -- pictures and videos of her getting fingered by one of her female friends in a bathroom at a party. casey's pussy was very stubbly, which annie liked noticing -- casey wasn't trying to impress anyone with her pussy except robbie. casey sent him pictures of all of her friends' pussies -- all shaved. he got hard and sent her a picture of his cock. "i'm showing everyone," she told him.

annie and robbie fucked again, slowly and playfully. "this is how mom does it," robbie told her. "like she has nowhere in particular to be."

since the holidays he'd screwed her a bunch of times. he had pictures on his phone of his cock in her pussy and her asshole. videos of her excitedly sucking and stroking it, begging for his cum. it was hot.

annie felt like whatever the competition was, she'd lost -- since christmas she'd barely spoken to her father. he'd called her on her birthday, but they'd just made smalltalk.

a few days after the party she reached out to jonah to tell him kim was really hot. he sent her pictures of kim naked, riding his cock. annie was impressed by the fact that kim had a full bush.

"she shaved for the first time we fucked, haha" jonah said.

"normally i don't shave until summer but i'm shaved right now."

"i know," he said. "you flashed me like four times at your party."

[lazytitans-world]

My research findings on the production of Wish

Never have I seen a fan community do so much with so little than I have with Wish. And to start off, I want to say that you should watch the movie first before going into this and the Starboy fandom as I believe it to be important on forming your own opinion before moving on as I find most of the fandom to have a negative view of the movie, one I do not really share. I found Wish to be fine. I did not hate it, but I did not love it like I do other Disney animated films. But the many rewrites, drawings and animatics featuring character designs that did not make it far in production have become icons in this community inspired me to do a deep dive to see if I could find where in production these concepts died and why.

To save you a read, this production was a victim of simplicity. I feel that many concepts and story ideas were tossed away due to complicating the story, which was always going to focus on Asha trying to save the wishes of her fellow kingdom citizens with the help of a wishing star. I have read many articles and watched a few deleted scenes from the home release and here are my findings.

Starboy never got far in development as the book states that the team went down "a few blind alleys" that lead them to star having a human design for a period. This is probably the period in time where all the Starboy concept art came from and where a potential romantic subplot with Asha was kicked around. It was.

What did Starboy in was the team's choice to make them a shapeshifter as the team thought the character was way overpowered and thus the story lost a lot of dramatic tension (a choice I kind of agree with). It was here where the design team decided that Star needed an overhaul and brought the Story Development artists in and this is where Starboy died and plush Star was finalized.

There are no official storyboards that feature the Starboy designs.

At the start of Wish's production, Frozen 2 was entering it's final stage of production (this would be either late 2018 or early 2019) and was obviously the main focus for Disney animation not to mention projects like Raya and the Last Dragon, Strange World and Encanto were entering their mid development stages before the shutdown.

The effects of the global shutdown were not mentioned in the book, but I would not be shocked if production was affected by it.

Ariana DeBose has said that Wish did not need a love story as she said that,

“I think we live in a time where things are cyclical, right? And so, it’s good for variance and perspective. Not every female Disney character needs to have a go and ambition of simply finding a man to love her. There are more stories to tell.

"And especially in the world we live in today I think something like Wish, that has a broader outlook that talks about community, is just as important as talking about love. And there are so many different ways to love."

"You do see familiar love, love of friendship" in the movie, including the relationship between Asha and Star. Star and Asha have this beautiful connection with each other and so I think it’s good reminding people that not only we can tell different stories, we can also talk about love in different ways.”(source: Exclusive: Wish’s Ariana DeBose defends lack of romance in recent Disney movies (yahoo.com)) whether Ariana had any say on story or character development is unknown.

7. From what I read from the Art of Wish book, the story was always meant to be about Asha defying Magnifico to fight for the people of Rosas and their wishes.

8. As it pertains to "At All Costs", a song that many are saying was meant to be a love song between Asha and Star, in an article by Variety(Julia Michaels Wrote 'Wish' Theme Before the Script Even Existed (variety.com), it states that a love song was not in the film at the time of production and songwriter Julia Michaels "wanted to write a song that as a standalone sounded like a love song that could be played at weddings."

Michaels would go on to say, "How cool would it be if we wrote a song that if you listened to on its own, it sounds like a love song, it could be something you could play at your wedding, or be a lullaby to your kids, just something really beautiful, but when you watch the film, it’s the heroine and it’s the villain.” She continues, “You realize they’re coming about this both from various points, one from a very selfless standpoint and one from a selfish standpoint.”

9. In the same Variety article, it was revealed that for some time in 2020, no script existed for the movie, but Julia Michaels was asked to be the songwriter for the movie and that is where she pitched "This Wish" which would go on to be one of the first songs revealed for the movie.

10. the Variety article also had Jennifer Lee, head of Disney Animation and one of the writers on Wish, say that she wanted a song that showed "it felt like to hold someone’s wish in your hand. How do we viscerally understand that when you’re with them, you feel like you’re holding someone’s raison d’être?” that song would end it being "At All Costs"

11. September 9, 2022, D23 Expo in Anaheim California. This is where certain members of the public got a glimpse of the production of Wish. Jennifer Lee, writer and director Chris Buck, and co-director Fawn Veerasunthorn spoke about the movie and showed the first look of the finalized design of Star which ended up being the mute plush model that ended up in the movie. This means there was a 3-year gap where Starboy and the romance side plot were discussed then shelved.

It was also during this show where the public would learn that Ariana DeBuse would voice Asha and that Alan Tudyk, a staple of past Disney animated films, would have a featured role in the movie as Asha's pet goat Valentino, who would be able to talk thanks to Star's magic. It was also at that show where DuBose came out to sing "This Wish" but at the time the song was called "More for Us".

Magnifico was not revealed at the event but was teased as "one of the most formidable foes in Disney history" which is debatable to say the least.

12. 5 deleted scenes in total appear on the Wish digital and disc copies each introduced by head of story Mark Kennedy where he would describe why the scene got cut. One scene shows Amaya assisting Magnifico in his plan, tying into an early concept where she was a villain alongside him.

Another scene had Asha, Star (who in this scene could shape shift and talk) and Valentino try to sneak into Rosas before being spotted and chased by Amaya, once again acting antagonistic to Asha.

A scene had Magnifco gather the people of Rosas to demand Star be given to him, as he had never seen Star in this version, and Asha her friends try to distract him by having Valentino, who in this version had a more Steve Carell like voice, pretend to be Star while the real Star, who was voiced in this version and was designed as ball of light with eyes and mouth, was trying to free the captured wishes. This scene was changed because they wanted Magnifco to be more threatening and instead of asking the people for Star, he would capture Star. Kennedy would go on to say that they wanted Asha and Magnifico to be smart and that Asha would not do a plan that silly, and they wanted the climax to be Magnifico and Asha alone, so they set it on a platform high above Rosas.

The next scene featured an ally of Asha's named Flazino that was cut out in order to shrink her friend group and tied the group back to the seven dwarfs from Snow White.

Finally, there was a scene where Asha and her grandfather scaled a wishing tree with her grandfather Sabino that showcased their bond but also Sabino's insistence that Asha take down Magnifico.

Each of these scenes felt completely different to the movie that ended up being released.

13. It should be noted that Wish released only a short while after the 2023 Writers and Actors strikes, which meant that for most of the summer and fall of that year, the actors could not do any press for the movie and all marketing was done through ads, trailers and merchandise.

14. As revealed in an article for Disney twenty-three, a magazine for gold members of the Disney D23 Fanclub, in the early visual development stage, there was a test scene that Asha was briefly transported to the village from Pinocchio. This was done to see how the 3D character designs would match with the hand drawn, watercolor backgrounds of classic Disney movies.

15. In that same article, Chris Buck said that in regard to Magnifico's character development that they wanted the audience "to see the evolution of a villain, so he's not a monster from frame one". From what becomes of Magnifico I get what they tried to do, they wanted to show how a character falls into villainy even if they're intentions are good. It also stands with the modern writing style of Disney animation films trying to update classics, this time by having audiences start off by kind of liking the villain through their personality alone.

18. The article also briefly mentions that Star "went through many iterations" another hint of Starboy being considered as a final design.

19. In the Art of Wish book, there is a page that shows the script where Asha meets Star and Star is described as a "cuddly, 3D, five-pointed star." This would indicate that the Starboy concept never got to the scripting stages.

20. In Art of Wish, the reason why Star does not speak is because the film makers wanted to stick to a tenet of film making, show don't tell.

21. Star's face was inspired by the mask like face of early Mickey Mouse cartoons.

22. From all readings, it is safe to say that Asha was NEVER considered to be a princess in any of the iterations of the story as some writers felt it to be too safe of a choice and liked the idea of an ordinary citizen going against the established power of the king.

23. During production, the Disney CEO position changed twice as Bob Iger left the company in early 2020 and named Bob Chapek as his replacement before returning to the company in mid 2023. It is unknown if these changes had any effects of Wish's production as it was it stated development as Iger's first tenure was ending but took place during a majority of Chapek's time.

24. When Angelique Cabal, who voiced Amaya in Wish, first auditioned for the role the character in 2022 Amaya was written as a villain while Magnifico was supposed to be the good king. It was when she returned for the callback that Amaya was changed to what she ended up being in the movie. Source https://www.cinemablend.com/interviews/how-one-character-disney-wish-completely-changed-during-production

In closing, for fans of the Starboy concept, it saddens me to say that it looks the idea only made it as far as concept art as at the time of writing this, no animated sequences, scripts or storyboards have been released that had Star in a human design or discussed a romantic relationship with Asha. I believe the writing team found a romantic relationship between Star and Asha too complicated for the story and decided to simplify the relationship and design of Star to better suit the plot of Asha going against Magnifico. I am disappointed Wish did not go with the more interesting concepts but maybe down the line we'll get that cosmic Disney romance and a villain couple, it just has to work with the story.

I want to say thank you for those that made it to the end, this movie has been on my mind for quite a while and seeing all the re-writes, drawings and animations people have done for Starboy and Asha has been amazing to see. These works have inspired me to rewatch Wish at some point to see if Starboy could have worked in the movie with the story as is, and even share how I would have changed a few things in the story to fit the character and a romantic subplot with Asha plus an idea on how to bring in Starboy while still staying true to the established cannon.

I do hope others watch and enjoy Wish as from what I have read the team did put a lot of effort to makes this movie worthy of not only the high standards Disney animation has set, but as a piece of the 100-year story telling of the Walt Disney company. Film making is already hard enough as it is, especially in animation, but having to make a movie with an original concept and characters that still pays tribute to 100 years of storytelling is a daunting task and I understand and respect the choices they made when making the film and you should as well.

#disney #disney wish #asha x star #starboy #wish reimagined #wish rewrite #wish 2023 #wish #disney star

[coneyislandbabey]

light of the love that i found. -> w.rojas

WARNINGS: maybe profanities?

SYNOPSIS: Yours and Warren's wedding. (Part of the mariposaverse, other related fics can be found on my masterlist.) word count: 2,368

NOTES: Written for this request! Me panicking when I realized writing this request meant I had to write believable wedding vows lmfao

“How about this weekend?”

Warren was sitting with you on the deck of the Laurel Canyon house, Mariposa sleeping on his chest. It was a hot August evening, the last vestiges of sunlight disappearing beneath the horizon, and she was wearing the cutest little baby-sized sunhat that Camila had bought for Julia when she was a baby and passed on to you guys, now that her own daughter was grown. You couldn’t stop taking pictures of them. 

“For the wedding?” you asked. 

“Yeah, why not?” You and Warren had been half-heartedly planning your wedding for the last four months, ever since Mariposa was born. Back when you’d told him you were pregnant, you had both decided to get married soon after she was born, but frankly being new parents had hit you like a truck, and there was hardly enough energy left in either of you at the end of the day to try to plan anything. You talked about it a lot, though; Warren reminded you every day how excited he was to get married to you. 

“Where would we have it?” you asked. “You know, you usually have to plan these things at least a little bit ahead of time with the venue.”

Warren started to laugh and then stopped himself, peering down at the sleeping baby bouncing on his chest with wide eyes. “Actually, I was thinking we could just do it on the beach. The vows and the ceremony and all that. And Camila said we could have our reception at their house!”

“That sounds… kind of perfect, baby,” you said, after giving it some thought. You hadn’t ever wanted a big, elaborate wedding, and now that your four month old baby would be in attendance, a long ceremony and a big party were out of the question, anyway. Just your little family on the beach, an officiant, and the band who had become your family out here in Los Angeles sounded like the perfect wedding. And you knew that Camila would take care to make the house look as beautiful as any official venue would be for the reception. 

“So? Saturday?” Warren asked, the smile growing on his face. 

“Saturday,” you agreed. 

On Saturday morning, you woke before the sun. And for once, it wasn’t because the baby was crying– rather, it was because you were nervous, excited, strung taut with restless energy regarding the day ahead. The ceremony was scheduled for late afternoon, so you had an impossible stretch of hours to cover in between. 

You sat up in bed, looking over in the gray dawn light at Warren’s sleeping form. He was laying on his stomach, face obscured by his unruly hair and the soft surface of the pillow. Even unconscious, one of his hands was reaching out towards your side of the bed. A grin so wide it strained your cheeks bloomed on your face, and you wore it unabashedly, chest fuzzy with overwhelming love. You were getting to marry him today. This wonderful enigma of a man, your favorite person in the whole world, would be yours forever by the time the sun set. 

You were all the more overwhelmed by the fact of it all, because there was a while there that you weren’t sure it would happen. When Warren had told you he wanted to marry you the night you told him you were pregnant, you had wanted to believe it more than anything. And you thought maybe he really believed it. But who knew what would change over the course of the pregnancy? Who knew what would change once the baby arrived? You loved Warren for committing himself to being there for you, but wanting to marry you, wanting to be tied to you in another way than the baby that shared your genes, another way than being your best friend– well, you weren’t sure that would still be true when the time came. 

But Mariposa arrived, and Warreen only doubled down on telling you he wanted to get married. Hell, you were still in the hospital, having freshly given birth, and Warren was already asking you when you wanted to tie the knot. You had laughed, exhausted, then, and told him to ask again after you’d gotten a full night’s sleep. That didn’t happen until after Mariposa was at least a month old, and had started to be better at sleeping. And then he was asking again, and you were thrilled to still be talking about it, thrilled that he still wanted this family. You wanted it more than anything, but that whole time you had been too scared to let your heart believe in it. You should have known better, that Warren would never have said it if he hadn’t fully meant it. 

“You’re staring,” Warren mumbled into the pillow, startling you into a jump. 

“God, War, you scared me,” you said, laughing. “I didn’t think you were awake.”

Warren rolled over just enough so that his face was no longer smothered in the pillow. “Don’t think I slept much at all last night. I’m too excited.”

You shuffled over the bed until you got to him and laid down, his arms immediately coming to circle you in a tight snuggle. “I can’t believe the day is actually here.”

“It’s about time,” Warren exclaimed. “It’s almost been a year since I told you I wanted to marry you, and I’ve been itching to get a ring on that finger ever since.”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve been waiting to get to call you my husband that entire time,” you responded. 

“You didn’t have to wait! I’ve been telling strangers that you’re my wife the whole time.”

“Warren!” you said, smacking him on the arm. “I feel like I’ve been missing out.”

“Well, after today you won’t be missing out anymore,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple before sitting up. “Come with me to smoke a joint and watch the rest of the sunrise?”

You felt beautiful. 

There hadn’t been enough time for you to do the whole proper wedding dress thing, but you weren’t sure that a big, classic white dress would have been the right choice for you anyway. Instead, a few weeks ago you had been shopping with Camila and Karen on a rare day off, and you had come across a beautiful floor-length sundress in a pattern of deep green and cream. You ogled it in the window, and Karen had insisted you try it on. When you came out of the dressing room adorned in it, both women had gushed over it. Looking in the mirror, you had offhandedly mentioned that it could be a good candidate for your wedding dress, whenever the wedding happened. Immediately, Karen and Camila agreed, and it had been hanging in your closet waiting for your special day ever since.

Now, with the dress on, you couldn’t imagine wearing anything else for the occasion. You had paired it with your favorite sandals and jewelry, and Karen had done your makeup while Camila did your hair. You looked ethereal, and you couldn’t wait to see what Warren thought of it. 

You emerged from Karen’s room, where you had been getting ready, and walked down into the living room, where Warren was waiting for you, looking handsome as ever in a cream linen suit. When Warren caught sight of you, his mouth dropped wide open for a second before morphing into that giant grin of his that you loved so much. 

He brought his hand to his lips and let out a loud wolf whistle. “My wife is fucking foxy as hell!”

You laughed, shaking your head at him. “Foxy, yes, but not your wife yet, Rojas.”

“Every way except legally you are, Rojas,” he retorted quickly. Then, quieter, he said, “Really, baby, you look… I mean, Aphrodite herself could be standing next to you and I wouldn’t notice.”

You felt your cheeks heat with blush, and wanted to let out a giddy giggle over the fact that you were getting to marry a man that still gave you butterflies as though you were a schoolgirl with a crush. Instead, you crossed the few steps between you and grabbed his face, bringing his lips to yours. 

“Hey! No kissing before the wedding!” Graham said as he entered the room. 

“That’s not a rule!”

There was no aisle, so you and Warren walked through the sand hand in hand. Eddie followed behind you, carrying Mariposa in her little sunbeam yellow dress, the rest of the band, Camila and Julia, and Teddy and Rod following behind. The late afternoon sun was golden in the sky, the ocean a brilliant blue. The two of you stopped in front of the officiant, everyone else settling into the small grouping of wooden chairs. 

“Okay, I know none of you want this to be elaborate, so let’s get into it, shall we?” The officiant said, causing the group to laugh. “Warren, your vows.”

Warren cleared his throat, squeezing your hands with his. He was smiling in a way you’d never seen before, so softly that it made your heart ache. “(y/n), when I met you we were twelve years old. I was a stupid kid back then, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life or who I wanted to be. But you? Even then, you had such a way about you. You knew exactly what you wanted, exactly who you were, and there was nothing I could do except be drawn to you, even then. You have always been so bright and untouchable, and I couldn’t believe you even wanted to be my friend. And now I’m standing here at the friggin’ alter across from you? Getting to pledge myself to you for the rest of our lives is my biggest privilege. This life we’ve built together is bigger than anything I could have hoped for. You’ve given me so much– all of your love, our kickass daughter– and I cannot wait to spend every minute I have left on this planet proving to you that I’m worth all of it, and pouring all the love I have within me into you and Mariposa. Te amo, mi corazón. Forever.”

You gave a watery smile, doing your best to keep the tears in so your words are clear and your makeup doesn’t run. “Warren Rojas, you are every dream come true. You’ve been my truest friend since we were kids, and there’s never been any doubt in my mind that we would stand by each other’s sides for life– I just didn’t guess that I’d have the utter privilege of calling you my husband through all of that. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you always have, and I feel like the luckiest person in the world that you’ve chosen me to be the one to guard it. Every day I feel like I couldn’t possibly love you more than I already do, and then I watch you be an amazing father to our daughter, I watch you be so incredibly passionate about your art, I watch you take on life with this inspiring vigor, and somehow my heart grows even larger to accommodate your presence inside of it. I love you, Warren. I’m here promising to love you today, and tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives and everything that comes after.”

You were crying by the time you were finished with your vows, and so was Warren. His grip on your hands was ironclad, and you squeezed back as tightly as you could, pouring as much love into the simple contact as you possibly could. 

“(y/n) (l/n), do you take Warren Rojas to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the officiant asked. 

“I do,” you said, nodding your head vigorously. 

“And do you, Warren Rojas, take (y/n) (l/n) to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“Hell yes I do,” he grinned. 

“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride.”

In half a second, Warren pulled on your hands until you were flush against him. One arm went around your waist, his wide hand spread across the small of your back, his other hand went to cradle your neck as he dipped you backward in a theatrical, passionate kiss. You wound your arms tightly around his neck, smiling into the kiss. Dimly, you were aware of your friends– your family, really– cheering in the background. 

Later, at the reception, you were sitting at one of the little tables Camila had set up, sipping at a flute of the best champagne you’d ever had. You felt warm and bubbly, impossibly bathed in love. Not just yours and Warren’s love, either, but the incredible love of your friends and the little family you had cobbled together so far away from where you’d grown up. You couldn’t fathom how lucky you’d gotten, having all these people in your life. 

“May I have this dance?” Warren asked, standing in front of you with his hand out to you, a soft grin on his face. 

“Why, of course,” you responded, putting your champagne flute on the table and accepting his hand. He led you out to the tiny makeshift dance floor, and you began swaying together to the music and background laughter and conversation. 

“We’re doin’ alright for ourselves, aren’t we?” Warren asked after a moment. He was looking over to the side, where Graham was standing, Mariposa in his arms. Eddie was standing with him, half in conversation with Graham, but his eyes never leaving his little goddaughter. Billy was on the dance floor, holding Julia and pretending to slow dance with her, and Camila was snapping a photo of them. Karen stood at the little bar conversing with Teddy and Rod, who you were absolutely pleased had stuck around for the reception. 

“Baby, we’re doing more than alright for ourselves,” you laughed. “This life we have is better than anything I could have asked for.” 

“Yeah, we’re killin’ it,” Warren nodded seriously, sending you into laughter again. 

“We are,” you hummed. “I love you, Rojas.”

“I love you more, Rojas.”

tags: @eonnyx @xleiaorgana

#daisy jones and the six #djats #warren rhodes #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas #warren rojas x reader #eddie roundtree #eddie loving #graham dunne #camila dunne #karen karen #karen sirko #billy dunne #julia dunne

[padfootagain]

Something Good (XXIII)

Chapter 23 : The Talk

Hello! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!

A tiny bit of trouble because of a certain asshole, and then some fluff. I would be lying if I claimed I didn’t cry for this chapter, because I did…

Also, we’ve officially reached the 80k words for this series, which makes for 155 pages on my word document… Holy molly! Thanks for tagging along for this looooong ride!

Hope you like it!!! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff,  Slow burn, professor AU.!

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 4619

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You were nervous that morning, Ben could hardly have missed the signs.

As you stared into your cup of coffee, eyes shadowed by a lack of sleep, he heaved a sigh. Of course, he understood why you were nervous. You had decided to talk with Liam tonight, to finally tell him about you and Ben. It was the end of January, your relationship with Ben was coming close to be two-months old. It was time, and you knew it. You wanted to be free to show affection towards Ben in front of Sally, and you could only do that if you told Liam first.

You almost jumped when Ben reached across the table to hold your hand in his. There was no one around in the cafeteria, no colleague to see the intimate gesture, although, you wouldn’t have cared. You were tired of keeping a low profile. You longed to be close to him all the time.

“Everything’s gonna be fine,” Ben offered a reassuring smile while his voice was warm and honeyed. “Stop being worried. His reaction won’t change anything, anyway.”

You heaved a sigh.

“Is it that obvious that I’m worried about tonight?”

“I mean… the last time I saw you this distraught was when you were paired with me on the theatre club, back in September.”

You couldn’t refrain a chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“Things have changed so much in just a few months,” you smiled.

Ben hummed in agreement, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, gesture simple and yet infinitely soothing.

“I just think that he might get… defensive.”

“No, what you meant to say is “an absolute git”.”

You laughed at that, but couldn’t deny it. You had talked a lot about your former relationship with Ben, and he had shared a lot of his relationship with Julia with you as well. And one could have said that you both held no tenderness towards the other’s ex.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m quite worried he’s gonna be like that. That he’s not going to take well the fact that I’m in a relationship again.”

“But he’s not the one to decide for you. He’s…”

But Ben grew quiet, didn’t finish voicing his thought. He didn’t want you to worry even more by telling you the obvious truth that you seemed too blind to notice.

Liam was still in love with you, it was obvious. When Ben and Liam met that evening at your apartment, it took Ben but a second to notice it. The way he followed you, the way he glared at Ben, the way he stared at you with longing…

But you didn’t know that, and it was easier not to tell you.

“He’s probably going to be a little upset that you’re replacing him,” Ben changed his words, but it made you frown a little more with worry all the same.

“Yeah… yeah, probably.”

Ben looked down at his own coffee cup, empty by now, only stained by remnants of the bitter liquid in brown marks, without pattern.

“Would you be upset if he found someone else?”

You took your time to answer, and Ben was grateful for it. It showed that you were earnest when you spoke again.

“I think I would be worried for Sally. And… it would be a little weird, because… we were married. But I wouldn’t be upset, or jealous. More… uncomfortable, I reckon.”

Slowly, Ben nodded.

You heaved a sigh, intertwining your fingers with his, at last.

“I just hope it will go fine.”

He gave you an encouraging smile, but didn’t voice his own worry. He wasn’t sure if it would upset you, how you would react to his words, if it were wise to say it out loud…

But he was worried nonetheless.

If Liam disapproved of your relationship with Ben, would you leave him?

And if Liam really did try to get you back, would you choose him, instead of Ben?

But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he tightened his hold on your fingers, traced the line crossing your palm with the pad of his thumb and looked at you as you drank what remained of your coffee. And he drank in your sight, the warmth of your skin, the reassurance in your hold, worried it would end too soon.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Liam asked, surprised when he found you nervous, turning your mug between your fingers.

You went to see Liam straight after work. Sally was spending the night at a friend’s house for a birthday party, you had the entire evening to talk to your ex-husband about your new love. It was hard not to look nervous though, as you sat down in his kitchen and accepted the warm beverage he offered you. You had planned this conversation in your head, but it wasn’t easy. Nothing was easy with him…

“I just… I have something to tell you, and I think it’s better if you learn it from me.”

“You’re scaring me now. What’s wrong, baby?”

You tensed at the pet name. He noticed it. He pushed it away, at the back of his mind, ignored it, brushed it off as tiredness or as nothing at all. It was too painful to acknowledge it.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you answered, your tone cautious. “I just…”

You reckoned that there was no other way to say all of this but clearly, with simple words.

“I’ve met someone.”

Liam blinked. He didn’t seem to understand your words, so you repeated them.

“I’ve met someone. I’m not single anymore.”

Liam cleared his throat. He could barely breathe. He shook his head.

This couldn’t… you… you couldn’t… the two of you were soulmates…

“What do you mean?”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“A boyfriend? You?”

You frowned at that, quite taken aback by his tone. You were unsure if it sounded simply aghast or mocking.

“Yes, what about it? I’m still young enough to date, you know?”

He rolled his eyes.

“But why would you date anyone?”

It was your time to be puzzled.

“Because… I like him. Because I want to.”

“Who is it? For how long have you known him? Has he met Sally?”

You shuffled on your chair, more uncomfortable than you thought you would be about all this.

Why did you feel almost guilty? Liam and you had been divorced for more than year, separated for almost two… you were perfectly free to date whoever you wanted. And as Liam was Sally’s father, you reckoned that you owed him to warn him that a new person would enter your daughter’s life. You were doing everything right. So, why did you feel so bad when you looked up at him again and recognized sorrow and anger in his gaze?

“It’s Ben. I’m going out with Ben.”

“Your colleague? The theatre guy? The one who ate with you and Sally the other day?”

“Yeah. That’s him.”

He let out a breathy, bitter laughter, and you hated the sound.

“I knew it. I knew he was trouble.”

“Trouble? He’s not trouble…”

“Y/N, he’s playing with you.”

You frowned hard at that.

“Of course not, what are you talking about? You don’t even know him…”

“Come on, now. Why would a man like him want to go out with a single mother? With someone like you?”

He noticed how much his words hurt. He almost liked it. Actually, he hated himself for saying all of this.

But he loved you. He loved you so much, he would have done anything to get you back. Even if it had to hurt, at first…

“He’s handsome, I’ll give him that. He could have anyone, I bet. I’m sure you’ve thought about that already. Then why you? Why would he go to all the trouble of going out with a divorced single mother with her life still in shambles… when he can get any woman he wants? Why you? Why all the trouble?”

He shook his head.

“Babe, he wants to sleep with you, and that’s it. He’ll grow tired of you soon. What else could all this be about?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t answer because the words echoed too deeply. Words Liam had carved into your brain and heart and marrow after proving them time and time again, speaking them out loud even, during the darkest of your fights.

You’re not worth it.

You got up. He was surprised by it, but you did anyway. And if there were tears in your eyes, your voice was still firm, deadly cold as you spoke.

“Ben and I are together. I’m not asking for your blessing. I’m simply letting you know because you’re Sally’s father, and I reckon I owe you the truth because Ben is going to spend more and more time with Sally. But this is not me asking you what you think of my love life. I’m simply having the courtesy of warning you. I don’t care about your opinion. Ben is amazing with Sally. He’s amazing with me. And I don’t care what you think about my love life, it’s none of your business.”

“I’ve never said I agreed for him to be in Sally’s life…”

“You don’t have a say in this. Sally loves him, Ben adores her… they’re getting along perfectly fine.”

“Does she know you’re together?”

“Not yet. We waited for a few weeks, we wanted to be sure about this before telling her. And I wanted to tell you first, I didn’t want Sally to let it slip. But we’ll tell her this weekend, we’ll explain things to her.”

“You can’t do this… you can’t…”

He shook his head vehemently, but you stepped away from the table.

“Have a good evening, Liam.”

“No… wait! Y/N! Babe, wait!”

“Stop calling me like that!”

You spun around, facing him again. You were on the verge of tears, but there wasn’t really any sadness in your eyes. There wasn’t love either, or longing, or regret. There was anger, frustration, fear…

Why would you look at him without any love in your eyes?

“We’re not together anymore, Liam. We’ve been divorced for a while now. I’m allowed to build myself a life again, with whoever I choose. You can talk with Ben and I if you want, I get that you can be worried that he’s going to spend time with Sally when you don’t know him. But I’m not asking for your opinion, or your permission. Ben is amazing, he’s doing great with Sally… You know how much I love her. You know I would never take a decision that could hurt her…”

“I know, but he… I don’t trust him.”

“You don’t know him.”

“He’s using you. He’s using you, and then he’ll leave!”

“Of course not! He would never do that…”

“Why else would he be with you?”

The question again. And you hated Liam at this moment. Not because he was being mean, not because he was clearly jealous, but because he was right. You had asked yourself this question every day since that first night with Ben…

“I’ve had enough of this.”

You strode to the door, walked out before Liam could hold you back. The same question rang in your head, the answer never changing…

Why would he be with you?

You’re not worth it.

Ben was worried when you didn’t call that night. He sent you a couple of texts but you didn’t answer. He was ready to go to your place by 9pm, pacing across his flat, imagining a million scenarios…

But then his phone buzzed, at long last, by half past nine, and he heaved a relieved sigh as he read your text.

I’m alright, don’t worry. I’ve talked to Liam. I just needed some time after that. I’m fine though.

He had barely finished reading your text when another appeared on the screen.

Can we talk?

Ben frowned at that. This kind of messages… it was never a good sign.

He was quick to answer.

Of course, I’ll come over. Have you eaten anything?

He had barely received your answer that he was ordering some take-out. He hadn’t eaten anything either, he was too nervous for that.

It was past 10pm when Ben arrived, carrying some Indian food, and a warm smile that he wanted reassuring on his lips.

He had barely stepped inside that you were hugging him tight. He chuckled at your warm welcome.

“Well, hello to you too.”

He dropped a peck on your hair, holding you tight as well, letting you relax in his embrace, breathe deeply the scent of his cologne…

“I knew you’d bring food as soon as you asked about dinner,” you mumbled into his coat.

“Indian.”

“Good choice. Thank you.”

“Come on, I’m famished. Let’s talk while we eat.”

“You haven’t eaten anything?”

“No, I… I was a little nervous?”

“Oh…”

You finally released him, walked inside your kitchen to get some plates and forks and knives and earn as much time as you could before you would have to talk to Ben.

Because you were terrified by this conversation you needed to have and yet… yet it was necessary.

The words were too loud as they echoed, they resembled shouts you couldn’t shush down. You were scared of his answer, and yet, you were too worried not to crave for it. If Ben was to disappoint you, then the sooner the better.

Half of you knew that he was different from Liam. Half of you believed you were not worthy of him and that one day he would have enough and walk away.

Which part of you was right?

Ben walked inside the living room, left the food there, on the table. He knew he wouldn’t like this conversation. He knew there was something wrong. He had recognized the way you were clinging to his coat just then, as if you were afraid he would leave.

“So… how did it go with Liam?”

You came out of the kitchen, bringing your dishware with you, fleeing his intense gaze.

“As expected.”

Your answer was elusive. Ben nodded.

“That bad, huh?”

“He… he didn’t really like the news.”

“He was jealous.”

It was more of a statement than a question, you heaved a sigh.

“I guess so, yes.”

“He doesn’t want you to see me like this.”

“He doesn’t have a say in this.”

Ben nodded, but you were still not looking at him. There was something more. The real reason for you to have called for him tonight.

“What else did he say?”

You didn’t answer, opening a box of food, breathing in deeply the scent of spices. But Ben took your hand in his, forcing you to turn to him.

“What’s wrong, darling? Tell me.”

Your eyes filled with tears at the sound of the affectionate name. You loved it when he called you that, perhaps too much. It made you feel… loved.

Were you though? Was all of this real?

How could it be? Liam was right, you were too much trouble, and Ben was kind and smart and funny and absolutely stunning with his dark irises, his cute glasses, the beauty spot under his right eye, his bright grin…

You’re not worth it…

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ben cooed, reaching up to cup your cheek and guide your gaze to his. “What happened?”

You sniffed, unable to not look up when he more firmly guided your face upwards, and the first tear fell as soon as you caught his gaze.

“It’s just… I don’t know. I’m just worried,” you answered with a shrug.

“What did he do? What did he say?” Ben asked, his voice lower now, almost threatening. It was so strange to hear this tone on him, his voice was usually so warm.

You heaved a sigh.

“It’s not just what he said. I… I’ve been asking myself the same questions about us.”

Ben frowned hard at that, but let you continue. You took your time to do so, to take a deep breath and gather your strengths and… find the right words. You didn’t though. You didn’t speak the words you wished you could find, instead they were messy and stumbling. But they were let out anyway, and you reckoned it was good enough.

“I just… I don’t… why are you with me?”

Ben’s frown deepened.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… I… why are you with me? Why would you want to be with me?”

Ben blinked. Once, twice, thrice, but he ended up shaking his head anyway.

“I don’t understand,” he admitted.

“Why do you want to be with me? I mean… do you really want to be with me?”

“Of course, I want to be with you. Don’t you want to be with me?”

“I do. I want you.”

“Then what is this all about? I don’t understand.”

He hated it. How your lower lip trembled, how a tear rolled all the way down your cheek, leaving a glimmering path across your soft skin, how you needed to swallow back the lump in your throat, how your next intake of breath shook…

Ben had never really longed for violence, but if Liam was the cause of your sorrow now, he would have gladly punched the bastard in the face…

You took a couple of steps back, and Ben hated it. The distance you forced between your two selves. Like a barrier. Like an armour. And you hated it too, but you needed it to be able to talk.

“I just… Liam said… things I’ve been asking myself too and I guess… I’ve always pushed the thought away because I thought that it was just me not being confident but… if he said it too, then maybe there’s more to it, you know?”

You took a deep breath, still staring in these dark brown eyes you adored.

“I don’t really understand why you would choose me, of all people,” you explained, and you were surprised when the tears you withheld with all your might didn’t fall. “I mean… You’re… You’re brilliant, and funny, and kind, and loving, and handsome and… you’re… amazing. And on the other hand I’m a shitty single-mother struggling with everything, with my life in shambles and… why would you want that? Why would you want to take care of Sally? Why would you want me and my mess when you can get so much better than this? Better than me? Someone… someone who would be worth the trouble.”

You were surprised by Ben’s reaction. You expected him to get defensive, or on the contrary, to heave a sigh and admit that you were right and that he couldn’t do this, that all of this was a mistake…

But instead, he looked at you with the most confused expression you had ever seen on his features.

And before his silence, you asked your question one last time.

“Why would you want to be with me, Ben?”

He let out a long exhale. When he spoke again, his words were so earnest, you could see it all painted in his eyes. And he confessed it all as if it were obvious, as if you were silly for not seeing it on your own before. As if it was the most obvious answer in the entire world…

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Your gasp was shaky, barely audible, but here all the same, paired with wide eyes and a stunned look that showed him that you were blinder than he had thought. Had there not been so much tension in the room, had he not been so afraid you could leave, had there been no tears still shining in your eyes… he might have laughed at you for being so oblivious. But he didn’t. Instead, he waited for your reaction, and when it didn’t come, he took a step closer.

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated. “I love you. There’s no other reason… why I want you. I just… I just want to be with the woman I love, that’s all.”

He clenched his jaw, shook his head, looked down at his feet for a second. He didn’t speak again before his stare was once more locked with yours.

“I am well aware that you’re a mother, that I’m picking up responsibilities towards Sally as well by being with you. We’ve discussed this before, and I know what it means to be with you. You’re right, it means having a much more chaotic life than I do now. It means helping you raise Sally. It means dealing with your shitty ex. It means helping you put your life back together. But it doesn’t only mean troubles. It also means taking care of an amazing little girl I genuinely love and care about. It means kissing you whenever I want to without asking for permission to do so. It means locking ourselves in our office to make out. It means waking up beside you. Looking at you while you read. Listening to you talk about everything and nothing. Laughing with you and having my belly ache because you’re too funny for me to handle. It means taking long walks with you while we talk for hours and you hold my arm until it grows numb and yet I still don’t want you to let go. It means making love to you on Sunday mornings and spending sleepless nights in your bed. It means watching you brush your teeth and complain about the flavour of my toothpaste cause it’s too minty for you. Baking pancakes for you. Listening to you sing along to songs you don’t remember the lyrics of… I could go one like this for days, but what I’m trying to say is… I’m not going to pretend that there aren’t obstacles to our relationship. Because there are. Your situation… just like mine. With my own shitty ex, and my stupid broken heart and yet… I want this. At the end of the day, all of these obstacles, all of these arguments that could go against us being together… I don’t care. I don’t care about any of them. All of these amazing moments I share with you every day are worth it. All of it. I would do anything to be with you. And perhaps it sounds crazy, because it’s so early on in our relationship, but that’s the truth. You are worth every sacrifice. Every bit of trouble. You are worth everything, much more than what I can give you, as a matter of fact. I love you, Y/N. It makes it all worth it. It’s the reason behind every single one of my choices when it comes to you.”

He fell silent, knowing he was speaking too much, but you were still speechless. And he grew scared of this stillness in the air, the look of statue on your motionless frame and face.

So, he took another step, reached up to cup your cheeks, stared at you so intensely you were certain your soul was burning…

“I love you, Y/N. I want to be with you. I want this. All of it. I know what I’m getting myself into, and I want it. Every second of it. Do you understand? I’m not messing around, Y/N. I’m serious about this, about us. My own heart is on the line. Do you think it’s not hard for me too? To trust someone again like this after Julia? But for you I’m willing to try. And if you break my heart one day, then so be it. I love you enough to take the risk. I love you enough that all I want is to be with you, for as long as you’ll be foolish enough to have me. You are worth every bit of pain and heartbreak that could come my way if you left. You are worth everything, Y/N. Why do I want to be with you? Because I don’t think that I could be happy without you now, Y/N. Because I love you, and that means I don’t have a choice at all. Or rather… I have a choice. I can play it safe and push you away, and I’ve tried that before we got together. I was absolutely miserable. Or I can choose to be with you, and fight for you, for us. And that’s the choice I’ve made. I have no regrets. You’re making me happier than I’ve ever been.”

He fell silent again, but this time you reacted. Instead of merely staring blankly at him, suspended to his words, you rushed into his arms, held him so tight he could barely breathe, but he didn’t mind and he held you with the same fervour.

You were crying by now.

“I love you too,” you whispered into his ear, and he couldn’t refrain a grin. “I love you so much, Ben. I know it sounds crazy because it’s so early on in our relationship, but I love you. I was already in love with you that evening in the theatre when we kissed. I’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

“I loved you already too by then. I fell for you in this Italian restaurant in London, where we talked so much our food grew cold.”

You smiled at the memory, nodding.

“I don’t know when it started. But I know that this evening at the party, and during that talk on the bench by the Thames… I was already yours. My heart became yours for good that night.”

You chuckled, pulling away just enough to be able to look at him.

“Don’t get me wrong. I still find you insufferable.”

“You are driving me absolutely nuts.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Not as much as you are. And I love it. Every second of it.”

“I love it too.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

You leaned up towards his lips and he met you halfway, guiding your mouth closer as he kept his palms on your cheeks, brushing away the tears that kept on falling there.

And it lasted a long time, until you weren’t crying anymore, until you were reminded that if he kissed you like this, if he made you feel like this… it ought to be real…

“What did Liam say to get you so upset?” Ben asked in a quiet voice as you held him close again, your ear pressed to his heart to listen to the steady beating.

“I already had these thoughts. He just… voiced them, I guess.”

“What thoughts? That I had doubts about us?”

You nodded, felt him tensing against you, the hold on your body tightening.

“I don’t have any doubts about this.”

“I know it now. I know.”

“Can I be honest about your ex?”

“Of course.”

“I think he’s a jerk. He shouldn’t say things like that. He shouldn’t upset you this way. You don’t say things that could hurt someone so much they’ll cry and think lowly of themselves.”

You nodded, burying your face into his warm woollen jumper.

“I know, he’s an arse. That’s why I left him.”

“And you were right to do so. What a jerk...”

You chuckled, and he wondered why.

“It’s just…” you answered, still quietly laughing. “I want to murder your ex every time I learn something new about her, and it looks like you’re ready to throw hands with Liam.”

“Of course, I want to. I want to punch him into oblivion for making you cry…”

“We really do have shitty exes, huh?”

“Yeah… but we’ve got it better this time around, right?”

You grinned at that, looking up at him.

“True. Much, so much better…”

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[rueitae]

I've just come back into the fandom after a few years and I stumbled onto your player teacher au and I am Obsessed and in fact I love everything you've written but teacher player lives in my head rent free. And I just wanted you to know that.. have a good day 💜

Thank you so much. I meant to answer this a long time ago but the family got hit with colds.

From the bottom of my heart thank you. Teacher AU has a place in my heart forever. As a thanks, here’s a teaser for the direction I want to go with it:

“What?”

Twin shrieks in a distinct Boston accent echo through Player’s surround sound, so much so that the hacker winces and presses the hotkey on his keyboard to turn down the volume just a notch or five. Zack sounds utterly confused and Ivy carries the intense rage of a cat denied its morning meal.

Maybe Player should not have started out so bluntly.

“They have no idea who I am,” Player emphasizes to the team on the other end of the video call. Ashamedly, he briefly looks away. “At least, I don’t think they do. Otherwise they never would have let me leave, right?” he finishes with nervous laughter.

Immediately upon arriving home, he’d texted Carmen to organize a team meeting. Urgent. Then spent the next hour combing every square inch of his apartment, looking for bugged mics or cameras. Part of him worries his rudimentary skills in that department might have caused him to miss something. He wishes Carmen were here. In person.

There is a long, long sigh from Shadowsan’s section of the screen. The man closes his eyes tightly as if attempting to will away a headache. “My former colleagues have never been the kind to quit.” He opens his eyes and he looks already ten years older. Tired. “VILE has remained successfully hidden for eight centuries, until now. The Faculty will not be content to be known as the ones who saw its downfall.”

“Which is why this situation is perfect,” Player adds animatedly. He holds his hands in front of him, where they itch to do…something. Anything for those kids. For his team. To take down VILE for good before they can do any more harm. “VILE doesn’t know my face. They don’t even know I exist. I’m literally the perfect spy.”

A light cough takes Player’s attention to the other ACME agents on this call.

“Spies undergo years of intense training for dangerous situations such as this one,” Julia says carefully. She wears her business casual today rather than her ACME uniform. Not on official business, yet, Player supposes. She looks as if she’s at her desk at home.“I did not teach you any of it in your graduate classes.”

“We have enough simply knowing Tigress is there,” Devineaux adds. He attempts to casually lean over Julia’s shoulder. “Should we not just…go get them?” the agent shrugs his arms to the left as if ready to go get the keys and go to the car.

“I’m with Devineaux,” Ivy pipes up. The rage contained within her eyes looks as if a volcano is about to erupt. “VILE’s done enough. Let’s nab ‘em quick. Like you said, Player. They wouldn’t even know we’re coming.”

Player sighs, settling deeper into his chair, feeling defeated already that the team is not on his side. “Because it’s not just the academy students this time around. VILE’s starting them earlier. I’ll be teaching fourteen year olds. If I stay undercover, we can find out for sure who all from VILE is there, lure them into a trap for ACME, all without risking the students getting hurt.”

The call goes silent, then. Player wonders if the others can feel it too, the proverbial elephant in the room. The one person who hasn’t spoken yet is the one person who Player values the opinion of over all else. If Carmen shoots down this idea, then that’s it.

She sits in her mother’s office, Player can tell. The full set of her Russian nesting dolls is on the bookshelf behind her, along with several mother-daughter pictures, and one father-daughter picture. Carmen leans back in the chair, as if deep in thought. There are wrinkles under her eyes as well, looking far too tired. Player’s heart hurts for her. She doesn’t deserve this.

Finally, she looks him in the eye. “I don’t like this, Player.” It isn’t a firm answer, but it's an honest one. Her voice feels more like a plea, one for him not to convince her that this is their best option.

Player can’t oblige. “I don’t like it either, but it really is our best shot, Red. We’ve been given an in. We really can’t ignore it.”

“Jules is right,” Carmen comes back with. “You’re a hacker, Player. This is a whole different kind of spy work.”

“All I have to do is teach geography,” Player states clearly.

“For VILE,” Carmen states just as clearly. But her eyes quickly become overcast, building into a storm. “You’d be teaching for VILE.”

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[yourbelgianthings]

taz:b wedding outfit hcs! and bonus danbrey

taako and kravitz: taako would wear like a lavender silk slip dress that’s close to floor length but stops at the bottom of his ankles (to show off the shoes too ofc) with a white suit jacket and a green carnation boutonnière, kravitz is already wearing a tux all the time so he just gets another one made but changes the jacket and pants to white, the vest to a lighter gray, and the tie to lavender to match taako’s dress, he also has the same boutonnière, and they get married in a fancy banquet hall with merle officiating

barry and lup: lup would wear a red jumpsuit and gold open toe heels, and barry would wear a red button down, a black jacket, and you guessed it: blue jeans! they get married on the beach, also with merle as the officiant

julia and magnus: julia would wear a short sleeve tea length blue and white floral print dress with a twirly skirt, flats, and a flower crown, and magnus would wear navy blue pants and vest, white button down, and a tie that’s a blue to match julia’s dress, also with a flower crown, they probably just got married at the raven’s roost town hall and had a party afterwards

aubrey and dani: aubrey would wear a black jumpsuit (because of course aubrey would wear black to her own wedding, fuck tradition), her combat boots, the flamebright pendant, and her fingerless gloves, she has a ton of piercings but she would change her lobes to silver heart studs, dani would wear a white dress with lace long sleeves and an open back, and silver flats, they would get married at the old cryptonomica with mama officiating

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[toxicruins101]

Too much for the soul to take.

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Carmen Sandiego and Gn! Reader

Tw: character death, angst, hyperventilating, existencial crisis, funeral.

Rear at your own risk.

Everyone knew it was a risk.

That it might be too much this time around, yet they pressured on.

And look at the consequences.

Carmen yelling and crying, player trying to comfort her over the comms.

The twins stayed silent while tears fell, not saying a single word.

Chase and Julia hadn't been told yet, granted they wouldn't have such a heavy reaction as the others, but it still hurt.

And you? You stayed silent, saying nothing as Carmen yelled at you.

You should have done more she exclaimed, her hurt voice booming around the bases walls as she did so.

It all started with a simple stealth mission, get in, get the information, and get out, but the universe has a tendency of messing up things that aren't supposed to be messed up.

The alarms blared, the white walls stained with red from the flashing lights.

Carmen and you ran as fast as possible to get out of there.

The yelling of urgency from everyone was almost too loud to hear and understand, but the fear in their voices was more than audible.

Carmen managed to run out the gates as they were being forced down, you weren't as fast as her, guards running after you.

You heard a gun shot, missing you just by an inch of your hair. It took you by surprise, your feet stumbling on each other, making you fall to the ground with a harsh thud.

The sound of rapid footsteps and someone helping you up was the only thing audible to you right now, your vision blurring in and out.

You blinked a few times, you were so close! So close to the outside.

Just as the person who was helping you stepped foot outside the barrier, you both came crashing down.

Gasps surround you, slowly blinking your eyes open at the feeling of a warm runny liquid staining your skin and clothes slowly.

Your vision un blurs.

"Shadow san.."

You whisper shocked, the gate had closed down, leaving you and the team alone in the silence.

There he laid, dead, in a pool of his own blood and it was all because of you.

A month had passed, yet the tension was obvious.

It was a shiny day on the wrong occasion, you watched as they carried out the casket, and put it underground.

Player even flew out to the team in order to mourn Shadow san properly, guilt clouded your heart and sadness your mind.

Nobody said it, or mentioned it, but they didn't need to. Their cold looks told you everything you needed to know.

That if you had been faster, quieter, more skilled, Shadow san wouldn't be buried 6 feet underground as you mourned.

People dressed in black surrounding you, familiar and non-familiar faces alike surrounded you.

White roses, each slowly but surely dropped into the casket until it was finally Carmen's turn.

She walked up, her steady pace slowed down with hurt. She took the only red rose and laid it with the others, right in the center.

The casket was covered up again, and it was done, everything was done. Shadow san was officially gone.

Carmen broke down, falling to her knees but refusing for anyone's help except Players.

You felt so bad, so so bad.

To know the death of such a loved person was caused by your recklessness, your stupidity. If you had known you would've never tagged along for this mission.

Yet you did, and not even a God could fix this now, if you repented for all your sins and found the holy light, nothing could fix this.

Nothing.

"you have to understand, Carm is..."

One of the twins start out, trying to help out like they could.

It had been two months since the funeral but everything was just too cold now, to empty.

"Mad? Yeah I figured as much. I killed her only family. There's not much I can say to make it better."

You say with a sigh, looking down at the ground.

"Just give her some time yeah? Maybe she'll understand eventually. This is hard for her like it is for all of us, let's go inside, mate. It's freezing out here."

Their voices ringed in your head, lies, all lies.

"they are useless! What happens when they screw up another mission huh?! When more lives are lost because of their idiocy!!"

Carmen yells angrily, her voice booming off the walls as she yelled back and forth with a nervous Player on the comms.

Tears brimmed your eyes and you ran, not knowing where to or when to stop, you just ran.

You panted, looking around at the secluded part of the city, you looked down at the floor and your knees buckled under you.

You held in a sob and wrapped your arms around yourself in an empty embrace.

You just wanted to be reminded what it felt to be loved again, to be part of a team, but then it got messed up, and there's nobody to blame but yourself.

You sobbed on the ground, desperate to scream and yell.

Breathing un-tense and useless as you wailed on the lonely ground, slamming your fists down in sadness and anger until you bled.

You doubted your existence, if not even Carmen could see your use, what were you good for?

Maybe she was right, you think.

You shouldn't be on the team, more death will surely follow your unlucky path and anybody that crosses it.

Your tears ran cold against your face, the on-coming cars seemed almost invisible as they edged ever closer to your shivering frame.

It isn't anger or happiness that makes the soul breakdown, most of the time it's pity for oneself or the pity towards others.

At the end of the day,

Sometimes guilt is just..

Too much for the soul to take.

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