#salma calm down

[helen-with-an-a]

I am an adult

Hi. So, this is an idea that I've been working on. I hope you enjoy it. <3

Barca Femeni x Reader

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 3.5 : Part 4

TW: none

Word Count: 3.4k

Description: R is tired of being treated like a child

Being the youngest in the club by quite some years when you first join the club is hard. You were 15 when you put pen to paper, debuting for your national team at 16. You automatically inherited about 40 big sisters at club and country, with all their wisdom, love, and overprotectiveness. It was adorable … at first. You couldn’t fault them for their heart. You knew they meant well. But you were ready to strangle them by the time you turned 18. You had been given offers from all over the world as your contract ended. It was a difficult choice to leave your team; most of them you considered family. But it wasn’t a difficult choice to sign for Barcelona.

You had hoped that as you left your home and started a new chapter in life, you could prove that you weren’t a child anymore. But it quickly became apparent that that wasn’t the case. Alexia hovered, Lucy fussed, Marta fretted, and Irene worried. You had originally moved in with Alexia, which was lovely initially. She helped you organise the parts of your life that were new to you – organising your weekly shopping list, helping manage your finances, and coordinating your schedules. But as the years went by, you think she forgot that you were no longer the barely legal adult who needed help with many things. You think they all forgot.

The first incident that made you slightly pissed off was in the changing rooms. The music was loud, and you were too busy grinding on Pina to notice the looks from Lucy and Marta. You were celebrating another spectacular win, you scoring a hat trick and Patri and Salma scoring braces. You had taken your sweaty shirt off and swung it around your head as you turned to press yourself against Bruna, all 3 of you laughing as you ran your hands down your body, shaking your hips sensually. As the song ended, you were all in fits of laughter, clutching your stomachs and breathing hard.

“Where did you learn to dance like that?” Ona asked, her arms wrapping around your waist as you slung an arm around her shoulders.

“Oh, shut up. You’ve seen me dance plenty of times,” You joked as you kissed her forehead.

“You’ve been out dancing?” Lucy asked. She didn’t like the sound of that. You were too young to go out.

“Yeh, we went out a few weeks ago,” Ona told her.

“Who is we?” Alexia frowned.

“Um … me, Ona, Patri, Pina, Jana, Bruna, Esmee, Aitana,” you rattled off their names, counting them on your fingers as you went. Basically, it was all the young ones who could legally drink. It had been an entertaining night. No one was telling you to calm it down. No one breathed down your neck as you chatted to random strangers. No one was hovering. It was fantastic. You had spent most of the next day with your head over the toilet and feeling very sorry for yourself. But it was worth it. You wouldn’t let them dampen your spirits over that night. Lucy was frowning hard; Alexia also gave an angry glare. “What?” You asked, confused about why you were having disapproving scowls sent your way.

“You’re too young,” Lucy said as she turned away. You huffed, muttering under your breath as you headed to the showers. You were starting to get irritated with their behaviour.

The second time they made you angry was when you stumbled home from a night-in with Pina and Patri. You had chatted away the evening over good food and wine. It was a lovely night, bringing you even closer to the pair of best friends. What you hadn’t been aware of, however, was Lucy and Alexia, and Marta, and Caro, and Paños, and Irene. They all blew up your phone, asking where you were and what you were doing. Alexia had asked Lucy to come over as she noticed you looked a little less like yourself. You were acting short with her, not really acknowledging her when she gave her (unwanted) input on what you were doing and with whom you were doing it. She had hoped that Lucy could help you navigate what was going on. As Alexia opened your bedroom door, without knocking – once again – she was met with a slightly messy but very empty room with a pile of clothes on the floor near the hamper. She must tell you that you need to do your washing.

“Lucy,” Alexia had called out in a panic. You weren’t anywhere else in the house. She didn’t know where you were. She had promised your parents all those years ago that she would look after you. “She’s gone. She’s not here. She’s missing. Should we phone the police?” She grew more and more desperate with every passing moment.

“Right. Calm down, alright? She couldn’t have gone far. She can’t drive,” she was wrong – you could drive; you even had your own car, but the older team members refused to let you go anywhere without them or let you behind the wheel if they were in the car. “Let’s check her location, yeh?” You had asked her repeatedly to delete the app from her phone. She had ignored your wishes, telling you that due to your age, someone should always know your whereabouts. “See, she’s at Patri’s. She’s fine.” The pair took calming breaths together. As the hours ticked by and it seemed like you were making no appearance any time soon, more people were called to come and wait for you. First, it was Marta and Caro and then Paños after another hour and finally Irene after another 2. It was 3 am when you stumbled into the house, slightly wine-drunk but more or less sober.

“What time do you call this?” Alexia’s voice called out from the shadows. It was angry; you didn’t need to see her face to know that her signature glare was etched on it.

“Oh, I didn’t think you’d be awake,” you commented, moving into the kitchen and flicking the lights on as you went. You jumped slightly as you were faced with four other women, all of whom were in similar states of anger and disapproval. "Jesus Christ. What did you do? Throw a party or something?”

“A search party more like. You snuck out.” Irene commented, folding her arms over her chest and giving you her best Mum look.

“Is it really sneaking out if I leave through the front door?” you countered, filling a glass with water and looking in the medicine box under the sink. “Do we have any paracetamol?” you asked absentmindedly, not quite realising just how angry the group was.

“Why do you need paracetamol, kid?” Lucy asked, knowing the answer already but not wanting the confirmation.

“Oh, I had a few drinks with Patri and Pina. Wanna have them in my room with some water for tomorrow if I need them,” you said, letting out a small ‘aha’ when you found the medicine you were looking for.

“You’ve been drinking?” Marta screeched.

“Yeh?” You drew out the word, slightly too tipsy for this conversation.

“What? That’s it, you’re grounded. For-” Alexia stormed forwards.

“You can’t ground me, Alexia,” you said incredulously, standing up and facing her. You may be younger, but you were slightly taller than her. “I’m not a child.”

“How da-” she started, raising her voice at you. You held up a hand, cutting her off. You were mightily fed up with her behaviour as of late. You clicked your teeth.

“I’m going to bed.” You sighed, pushing past the group standing in the hallway and stomping up the stairs.

“Don’t you dare slam your-” She shouted but was cut off by a harsh slam.

By the third time, you were ready to scream. Or commit murder. You weren’t too fussed – whichever got them to stop. After the night with Patri and Pina, Alexia tried to ban you from doing anything outside of training. You had raised one eyebrow at her and walked straight out the door. She was shocked, to say the least. Where was this attitude coming from? She had been nothing but nice to you, helping you out when she thought you needed it and offering advice when you looked a little stressed. She had had enough of your door slamming and locking the door. So, she did the only thing she could think of. You walked back into the house with Ona by your side, chatting away about the coffee shop you wanted to try. You could hear the faint whirring of power tools coming from upstairs. It was a known fact that Alexia hated building flat-pack furniture, so you went to investigate – beckoning for Ona to follow, thinking it would be funny to see the disaster that Alexia was making. The sight that met you had you screaming and shouting. Alexia was taking your bedroom door off its hinges.

“What the fuck?” You shouted, anger your dominant emotion.

“Language!” She said calmly as she finished with the final nail.

“Seriously, what the actual fuck, Alexia? You’re taking my door off?”

“Sí. You kept slamming it. I told you not to slam the door. And it’s not your door. It’s mine. I own the house.”

“In that case, when do you want me to move out? Can I have a few hours to pack?” She scoffed, thinking you were bluffing. You were most certainly not bluffing. You looked over to Ona, standing at the top of the stairs, slightly embarrassed at witnessing the clearly private situation.

“You are too young to move out, cariño. Once you learn to respect those who are trying to help you, I’ll put the door back on,” she said simply, pushing the door onto its side and moving past you. “Hi, Ona,” she said sweetly.

You immediately gathered up a suitcase full of clothes and forced Ona to take you to her place. Spending time in an environment where you weren’t treated as a child only grew your resentment towards others. You loved being treated as the adult that you were. You spent a few nights with Ona before moving to Patri’s and Pina’s. You had ignored all the older girls' efforts to talk to you. They still muttered and moaned about how you weren’t old enough and that they were only trying to help, to do what was best for you. Eventually, you decided you needed your own place – sleeping on couches and pull-out beds was not good for your body.

“Um, I just wanted to let you know I’m moving out. Officially.” You approached Alexia one morning in the gym. It had been about a month, and you still hadn’t returned to her house. Everyone’s anger had been building up slowly.

“No. Absolutely not.” Alexia shut you down immediately.

“Ale,” you sighed. This wasn’t Alexia’s choice. You had already found a place nearer to the training centre. It was cute with old, patterned tiled flooring and exposed brick.

“No. You're too young to live by yourself.” You sighed, not willing to argue about this again.

“Ale, I … I’ve already got a place. I’ve put a deposit down already. I am moving out,” you sheepishly. The look of horror on her face was laughable. You would have thought you said you were skinning Nala and using her fur as clothing. “Um…” She held up a hand, stopping you from speaking. You had only really told her out of courtesy. You had been back to her house several times when she wasn’t home, slowly packing your stuff. The wardrobes were basically empty already; you just had to take down the decorations. It wasn’t like you had many up anyway. You had always thought of it as you sleeping in Alexia’s spare room; it was never yours. And you didn’t want it to be. You tried to speak again, but she just waved you off, turning on her heels and walking away, shaking her head.

After you had officially moved out, training was more awkward than ever. The older players constantly switched between throwing you sympathetic glances, angry glares, and disappointed looks. You had tried not to let it bother you. It honestly didn’t … for a while. In the beginning, it was nothing you weren’t used to. And then they were muttering about you within earshot. Talking amongst themselves over how rude you had been, they had only tried to help you. You were too young, and you were being disrespectful towards them. It really began to bother you, not to the point where your training and playing were affected, but in your personal life. The team had a definite rift, and you were starting to think you were the cause of it.

It was a random Monday morning when things finally came to a head.

“Oh my god!” Bruna squealed as you lifted your top up and over your head. “What are those, Miss Y/S/N?”

“What are what?” You were very confused. Jana gasped as she also spotted something, pointing at your chest. Hickeys. A line of dark purple splotches littered your chest and stomach.

“Fuck. She said she wouldn’t leave marks.” You groaned. You had gone out on Saturday night after the match with some of the younger girls and ended up leaving with a random girl. It was fun; she had stayed the night, and you had made her a coffee the following day before going your separate ways.

“Was she a vampire, Jesus?” Ona laughed, trying to poke at one of the particularly dark ones.

“Oi,” you battered her hand away, laughing all the same. “I’ve seen the aftermaths of your nights out, young lady. You have no leg to stand on,” laughing harder at the blush blooming on her cheeks.

“What. Are. Those?” Alexia boomed, bringing silence over your little group.

“Um, hickeys?” You answered, already tired of her controlling attitude.

“And how did you get them?” She replied. You raised an eyebrow at her.

“You had sex?” Lucy chimed in, disbelieving you.

“Yeh?” Her eyes widened; you were too young to be having sex. She opened her mouth to speak again. “If you’re about to give me the sex talk, don’t bother. That ship sailed long ago.” That stunned her. You had had sex on multiple occasions? She could feel her brain melting slightly.

“When?” Caro asked quietly, unsure whether she wanted to know that particular answer.

“Before I even came to Barca. I’d just signed my first contract. It was a friend from back home, it was nice. We’re still mates, so,” you filled her and the rest of the changing room in – totally open to confessing when you lost your virginity.

“You are too young to-” Alexia started, planning on berating you for your choices.

“Oh, shut up, Alexia.” You shouted. If you thought the changing room was quiet earlier, you could hear a pin drop now. No one shouted at Alexia. Ever. There were a few supercharged seconds. You refused to break eye contact with her. “I am not. Too. Young. I am a fully grown adult. You need to start realising that.” You looked around. “You all do.” You grabbed a random t-shirt and stormed out of the room.

The room was deadly silent. No one dared speak; no one dared even move for fear of retribution. At least Caro had the decency to look a little ashamed; everyone else was fuming.

A bang on the door broke the silence. “Apresúrate,” Jonatan shouted. The younger girls quickly gathered their stuff and rushed out, keeping their heads low and eyes trailing on the ground.

“That little-” Lucy started.

“Enough.” Ingrid cut her off. Ingrid had seen the way they had been treating you. She had heard the comments about how they deemed you too young to do normal things for a young adult to do. “All of you, enough.” They had never heard Ingrid shout before – irritated, sure, pissed off, yes, angry, never. “I am sick and tired of seeing how you treat that woman. She might have joined the team when she was young. But she is now an adult. And you refuse to see her as such. No wonder she snapped.” Alexia tried to cut in. “No, Ale. I know you mean well; you all do. I don’t doubt that. But you have told her off for going out, for drinking, for having sex. These are all normal things. She is safe, and she is happy. Surely, that is all that matters? If it was me, I would have snapped long, long ago. You are lucky; all she did was shout at you.” She turned to get her things. “Don’t come outside until you’ve thought about how to make this right with her,” Ingrid commanded as she stormed off.

The group was initially angry, ranting and raging over your behaviour, then they were slightly less angry with you and more at themselves. Eventually, they were silent, reflecting on how poorly they treated you. Alexia was the guiltiest. She felt so mortified over her treatment of you. Yes, you were a child when you first joined, but now you were a young woman who wanted her own life. They didn’t know how to apologise to you. As they traipsed into training, you refused to look at them.

Over the next few days, you didn’t acknowledge their presence at all. If they approached you in the canteen, you swiftly moved away. If they tried to pair up with you at training, you ran off before they could ask. They had tried to corner you in the changing rooms, but you had slipped out the door before they could move. You couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of it all. You had been pleading with them for months, years even, to treat you like an adult and yet, no, you were acting like a stroppy child.

It eventually became too much for the surrounding team, however, as Patri innocently shouted across the room that you would be at home tonight, alone. And Jana had openly yelled back with your full address, watching with quiet amusement as Lucy scribbled it down.

The knock on your door surprised you. It was only 7pm, not too late for anyone to come over, but no one had asked you or told you they would be making an appearance at your home. You didn’t bother looking through the little glass window as you threw open the door, about to question whoever it was. You froze when you were greeted with the sight of Alexia, Lucy, Marta, Caro and Paños. They had various looks of embarrassment on their faces, and Alexia had a big bouquet of your favourite flowers.

“What?” You asked, not really in the mood for them and any efforts they might have to persuade you to move back in with Alexia.

“Can we come in?” Paños asked. You sighed, knowing you would rather not have this conversation in front of your neighbours. Stepping aside, you eyed them carefully as they stepped into your flat.

“I like your place,” Lucy said awkwardly as you all came to rest at the kitchen table.

“Thanks.” You said bluntly, not really in the mood for this.

“Y/N,” Alexia spoke up. “I … we … I would like to apologise for, well, everything. We … I should have recognised that you are not a child. I am truly sorry.”

“Ok …” you looked between the group, all of them echoing similar sentiments.

“Ok? That’s it?” Marta was a little shocked that you were letting them off the hook so quickly.

“Do you want me to be mad at you? Cos, I’ll happily go back to ignoring you.” You answered. “All I ask is that you treat me like the adult I am. Yes, I go out. Yes, I get drunk. Yes, I have casual sex. Yes, I have one-night stands. All of these are normal adult things. The others do the same, yet you don’t jump on their backs about it. I’m just asking for you to treat me the way you treat them … like an adult.”

It was a slow process, and a few stray comments were still muttered under their breaths, but you could see they were trying. That’s all you could ask for—that they tried.

I hope you enjoyed it. I wasn't quite sure how to end it - if you couldn't tell ahahaha <3 There may be a pt2

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Barca teen reader fighting someone in the crowd after that person insults the team and the team tries to calm her down. A hotheaded teen reader who is an adrenaline junkie. Love your writings very much. Thanks.

Hot Head

Word Count: 1.4k

Barcelona Femeni x Reader

This was your first Champions League, which is why you were pretty worked up about it. Ever since you came to the team, you were an inpatient little thing. Always getting into fights on the field, then complaining when you got into trouble for it. It annoyed Alexia, and no matter how many talks she's given you, you continued to do it. 

Considering it was the semi-finals, you had expected a lot of trash talk. The first game was at the opposing team's home. 

You were sitting on the bench for this one, but even when you were on the bench, all you heard was their fans behind you shouting everyone's name, trying to get into everyone's head. Saying stuff to everyone on the bench. 

Fridolina, who had just come back from her injury, noticed how tense you were and put a hand on your shoulder. "Block them out," she told you. "I am; I just want to get on the field," you told her. "And you will; be patient and wait your turn," she reassured you, putting an arm around your shoulder. 

The opposing team was playing rough, poor Aitana and Patri couldn't have the ball for a second before getting trampled, which was making it hard to get the ball to Salma and Caroline up front. You jumped a little every time you saw Alexia go down, worried she would get hurt again. 

The fans didn't seem to like you guys were falling over from every tackle, booing every time. By the 60th minute, you hadn't expected Jonatan to put you in the game with how close it was right now, but once he gave you that nod, you quickly got up and started to warm up. 

All the fans were booing as they saw you. You tried to hide your smile. Alexia's scoldings were worse than a packed stadium booing you. 

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The call came in the late 88th minute when you dribbled in the box and got tripped up from behind. The game was tied 1-1; this penalty would give you the lead. 

As usual, Alexia was the one to take the penalty. You already had a bright smile on your face, knowing she was for sure going to make it. 

That she did, you jumped onto her back. Everyone else pulling you two into a hug. "It's not over yet," Alexia reminded you. 

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You happily jumped around when the referee blew the whistle. "We did it." You spoke happily, hugging Alexia.

"1 more game, Ale," she ruffled your hair, giving you a kiss on the forehead. 

She led you to the Barcelona fans to sign their stuff, but a guy flipping you caught your attention instead. 

"You're all a bunch of pussies." Now that set you off. You glared at him and flipped him off. 

He didn't seem to like that as he pushed the person in front of him and jumped over the barrier to try to get to you. Security quickly tackled him, but now you were mad. 

You quickly made your way to where he was wanting to talk crap right in his face, but you were grabbed by Marta, who gave you a disapproving look and pushed you to go back. 

"Go cry to your mother, acting like a little boy." You heard him grunt as he tried pushing the security off as the rest of the police in the stadium arrived, roughly grabbing him by his shoulders and taking him away. 

You were about to talk more crap, but got your ear pulled. "Stop," Alexia said harshly, leading you away from the commotion. 

"That hurt," you whined, rubbing your ear. "You know not to be arguing with people twice your size," she slapped the back of your head when you rolled your eyes at her. 

You quickly hid behind Alexia when Irene and Marta approached. "Really? You're not scared of a huge guy, but you're scared of those two." Alexia shook her head at them as they tried dragging you out of your hiding spot. 

"You're going to apologize to him," Marta said strictly. "No," you simply said, earning you a glare from all three of them.

"He was mean." Irene looked frustrated by the whole situation. She would say you're acting like a kid, but you are a kid. 

"And he shouldn't be talking to people like that." "She's got a point," Mapi called out, making them glare at her. "Stay out of this, Maria; you're the reason she has this attitude." 

"Stop lying to yourself, Prima; you know how bad her temper is." "She's working on it," Alexia defended. "Well, I don't see any improvement." Ingrid smacked the back of Mapi's head. 

"Mapi, why don't you just focus on that leg" Now Alexia smacked you in the back of the head while Mapi glared at you. "I was joking," Mapi huffed, hug let out a little laugh. 

You giggled as you saw them taking the man away, knowing he was probably going to be banned from watching his favorite team now. 

"Stop laughing, or else I'm going to go defend him and fly him out to Barcelona to go to the next game," Marta said. "Sorry," you quickly said, Marta looked at you unsatisfied. "Apologize to him, not to me." You grumbled, slowly making your way back to him. 

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"Sorry, dude," you spoke to him, still keeping your distance. He continued to give you a dirty look, trying to shuffle a little closer. 

"I didn't mean to get you into trouble," you said as you got closer. "Shake on it?" He still didn't speak, staring at your extended hand. You looked back at Alexia, worried, but she just nodded for you to keep going. 

"Ay!" You yelled as he leaped at you. It took the cops a while to react, but they quickly pulled him off you before he could actually get a hit on you.

While they pulled him, you were able to knee him in his stomach, making him groan. You smiled proudly to yourself as you watched them put him in handcuffs. 

You felt someone grab you, and you went into another fight mode, trying to shove away the person. "Stop." You went limp when you heard Alexia's voice. 

"You're okay." Everything had happened so fast that Alexia still couldn't really comprehend what just happened. You let out a little laugh as you looked at the guy again, watching as he was now being handcuffed. 

"Fucking asshole," you muttered, making Alexia pinch your hip. "He is," you shrugged. "Come here," Marta grabbed your arm and led you back to the locker room while Alexia's dealt with everything. 

"I just got attacked by a guy you forced me to apologize to," you whined to her. By the look she had on her face, she felt bad. 

"Quires dulces?" She asked, trying to distract you. "Si." You smiled at the team as you stepped into the locker room. 

"I was attacked," you said casually. "What?" Patri questioned, "The asshole attacked me." Claudia snorted, making everyone turn to her. 

"You just let him?" Marta glared at her, signaling for her to stay quiet before you started ranting about it. It was too late, though. "Of course not, Pina. He's lucky Alexia grabbed me, or else I would be walking out in handcuffs to" 

"Well, at least he's going to jail." Mapi shrugged. You smiled at that. "And Marta is getting me candy." 

"What? That's not fair!" Salma protested, and everyone agreed with her. "She's a child, buy your own candy."

Everyone froze when Alexia came in, a stern look on her face. "We're pressing charges on him," she simply said, making everyone nod. Whatever La Reina said, everyone just went along with it. 

"As for you," Alexia turned her attention to you now. You gulped, hiding behind Marta. "Estas bien?" You nodded.

"Good, but you can't let those people get to you. If you react, they'll do it more. We won, that's all that matters. Don't let an angry fan take that away from you." 

"Yes, Ale," you muttered, watching as everyone fell back into their little celebrations now. You joined Patri and Salma in their singing, trying to keep up, at least. 

One thing was for sure, you were going to enjoy eating your butt off at Alexia's mama's place while that guy sleeps in a cell.

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On the Road

Barcelona Femení x reader request

-> Chaos on the Bus with Claudia, Patri and Ona - trying to keep you distracted.

-> A little closer look from pt. 1 - Changes

-> Word Count: 610

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“Esmee! Have you seen my bag? I swear I put it next to you.”

The Dutch woman looked at you, eyes wide in panic - poor girl was even more scared than you to make the starting eleven for the first time. 

“Nej. I don’t know where it went.”

But then you could already hear two particular people giggling behind you, before a hand hastily pulled you back to the seat just on the other side of the aisle, letting you still sit next to your quite new friend. 

“Pina wanted to sit next to you, Cari!”

Just as you had suspected. The culprit had been Patri, her hands still on your shoulders as she squeezed them teasingly. Her neighboring seat was still empty, usually occupied by the short forward beside you. 

But it didn’t stay that way for too long, as an unsuspecting Ona was promptly pulled down next to Patri as she tried to walk past the chaotic best Friends, a short yelp leaving her as she toppled over. “Actually, I wanted to sit with -”

“Tu amor. We know.” Claudia and Patri cackled, finding themselves to be the funniest people on the bus as they turned around to see a certain British defender, sulking further back. “Ai Lucia! We’re stealing your girlfriend! You don’t mind - right?”

The Midfielder didn’t wait for an answer as she turned back around, nudging Ona back down, who had tried to escape while she wasn’t looking. “Nuh-uh. You stay, spend enough time with her as is.”

Ona’s eyes all of a sudden had a certain sparkle back in her eyes. “Awhh, is little Patri jealous that she’s all aloneeee?” The Mallorcan scoffed, clearly offended by the brunette's statement. “I’ll never be jealous of you… Dating that fossil over there.”

You could have sworn to hear an “Oi!” from further back, but it was drowned out by Pina’s and your loud laughter as Ona was speechless, mouth open in shock before she gathered herself. “At least I am in a relationship - while fans speculate if you and Pinita here are dating!”

The pure disgust on their faces made you laugh even harder while both of them grumbled something under their breath, while Ona looked very pleased with herself. She was glad to help you with your nerves, knowing that Mapi wasn’t here and that it threw you off.

Esmee had now been kidnapped as well, sitting next to Salma a few rows in front of the chaotic four. Ingrid sat alone in front of her, a reminder that Mapi was not there, while she tried to keep an eye on you and the young dutchie.

“Cari, do you have your boots?” Apparently dating a fossil made Ona worry more than she usually did. 

“Yes Oni, I have my boots. And a change of clothes. And socks. And my wash-bag.” The brunette gave Ingrid a quick thumbs up, who had been the sole reason she wanted to know. You had already given the Norwegian your bag to look through once you arrived at the training facility, and she had asked again when you entered the bus.

Upon receiving her answer Ingrid turned back around, ready to read on her way to the stadium. Usually, you would sit with her and Mapi, but with her girlfriend being out of order, and you being nervous, she couldn’t help herself but worry. 

Seeing Patri, Ona, and Pina making you laugh, keeping your mind busy was all she needed to see for calm travels - but not before snapping a cute picture of all four of you laughing, sending it to her favorite defender, with the caption “She’ll be just fine.”

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2 hours had already passed, though it only felt like 2 minutes to them. jisung was screaming at the top of his lungs, screaming curse words even he didn’t know existed, all while heejin was laughing herself to tears, smiling from ear to ear.

“calm down jisung! you’re literally first, you’re gonna win this round.” heejin said.

“i won’t, cause these absolute BITCHES keep moving when i’m just tryna get my final kill!” jisung yelled back, his fingers smashing on his keyboard. with one final click, he yells again, throwing his head back in his chair. “fuck yeah! i’m the best arsenal player! you suck, heejin!”

“okay buddy.. i literally got 2nd place, so shut your mouth.” she said. “okay, i’m voting for beach, snipers only and 2 teams.”

“WHO THE FUCK VOTES FOR SNIPERS ONLY?!?” jisung exclaimed. “snipers only is actually so bad, i swear if you don’t pick standard right now- OH MY GOODNESS IT’S SNIPERS ONLY.” heejin laughed, the words “fuck yeah!” escaping her lips as the next round started.

“jisung.. i think i regret picking snipers only.” heejin finally said. “how the fuck do you use the musket? and why the fuck does it take so long to reload?!?”

“i told you to pick standard, but no, you just HAD to vote for snipers only.” jisung whined. “and now i’m stuck with this fuck ass weapon that’s absolute DOG SHIT and that i don’t know how to use!”

“language, young man!” jaehyun exclaimed, peeking through the door of jisung’s room. jisung gave him a glare before reverting his focus back to the game.

“jisung.. you’re literally in 1st place,” she told him. “i’m in 8th.”

“well, that’s just cause you suck!” he said. “i just got killed by a bitch named ladyglittersparkles47573..” heejin almost choked on her own spit after hearing that. jisung giggled at the face she was making before continuing to play.

“JISUNG WHY WOULD YOU KILL ME I THOUGHT WE HAD A TRUCE!!!” heejin exclaimed, her fingers smashing her keyboard. “i told you i had the default skin on!”

“yea, well it’s pretty hard to tell who’s who when there are 5 of them on your team!” jisung replied. “you should’ve just picked the red team, we wouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“nuh uh! i’m loyal to blue team!” the girl retorted.

“well, is that my problem?” jisung asked. “and plus, red is a better colour than blue. even salma thinks so.”

“yea, well salma literally kicked haeun off the series for a bit because she was too lazy to make her texts, so..” heejin stated.

“and she’s a queen for that! like, that’s some real queen shit right there.” he said.

“jisung! the pizza’s here!” mark yelled in the background.

“okay, i’m coming!” he yelled back. “well, i’m gonna go eat dinner. i’ll call you back later!”

“okay! bye ji!” heejin said.

“bye jinnie, i love you~” jisung replied softly before ending the call.

“i love you too..”

#nct fluff #nct 127 #nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct jaemin #nct mark lee #nct jaehyun #nct fanfic #nct yuta #nct mark #nct johnny #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct smau #nct x y/n #nct x you #nct wish #nct jeong jaehyun #nct jung jaehyun #nct jisung #nct social au #nct social media au

[wosoluver]

Ornella x reader where reader got selected for the national team rather then the u20s so her and ornella don't get to spend time together and reader rings in the middle of the bight crying to ornella about the whole vilda stuff and ornella comforts her and then when they see each other again reader breaks down and they cuddle or something like that?

I want to come home

Ornella x Spanish player!Reader

tw: emotional abuse.

We had won and lost together. We were world champions for the U20 together. It was only natural to believe we would step up to the Absoluta together.

But you didn't.

Ornella was so supportive and so happy for you, but you couldn't help but feel like you were somehow betraying the dream you too shared together.

It sucked being separated. Her in the U20 and you on the absoluta.

As the days came closer to travel to camp, you naturally became more and more excited. It was every footballer's dream to represent their country. It was an honor selected for only a few. You couldn't wait to be there, to play. These would be your golden years!

Arriving wednesday morning on camp, you we're so glad to see Paralluelo. She like you had moved up, and was really the only one you knew personally. But unlike you she was already very connected to most players. Coming from Barça did help. But she knew how you must have been feeling, she was quick to choose you as her roommate. And honestly you were so glad.

During first training you felt so confident, so lucky to be there.

Until you didn't.

And that was about four days into camp. You were trying your best to hold on your own. You didn't want to be the younger player complaining about her chance. You didn't want to seem like you weren't professional. Like you couldn't stand your ground. Like you were too weak mentally to be among those players.

Even to Salma, who you'd usually were very chatty with. You choose to hide it. And pretend it wasn't there. Like it was nothing.

But it was something. Something very concerning to say the least.

When you called her crying in the middle of the night, Ornella panicked. Not because of the time on the clock, you guys always called eachother whenever. She panicked seeing the state you were in.

Eyes puffy, crying without barely being able to breathe.

You wanted to tell her about everything. About how you were being babied by Vilda and his whole committee. At the same time you were forced to withstand their harsh treatment as if you were made of rock. As if you didn't have emotions to keep in check. As if your mental health didn't matter as long as your body was delivering results.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Did you get hurt during training today?" - Poor girl, everyone had heard of Vilda's reputation, even though nobody thought it could be that bad. So that didn't come to mind to her. She thought the worse that could've happened was you getting hurt and being cut.

You shook your head no, but couldn't further explain. I took time for you to calm down. But your girlfriend waited patiently.

"It's much different from what I imagined here." - By know the tears were flowing freely. -" I've never been pushed so hard to my extreme"

"What's going on? Talk to me, please."

"I'm so tired, I want to come home." - "I don't want to be waked up in the middle of the night for random check ins." - "I don't want to be timed on how much time I take to eat every meal. I don't want to feel like I'm worthless to the team if I'm not scoring." - you paused for a bit, to try and form sentences that made sense. So you could explain. - "As soon as I arrived the whole staff started to treat me like a kid. Like when your mother goes to an appointment and shows up with an inconvenient child. They treated me like their biggest inconvenience. And that turned into mockery. And I tried to be strong, I I- I didn't want to complain, and be the crybaby once again. I wanted to show Vilda I deserve to be here. That I'm not the "little girl from team B"- God I fucking hate being called that!"

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to do. I feel so helpless. I had no idea it has this kind of abusive. How is this even aloud? This isn't aloud right? It's not aloud! You need to make a complaint about him! You need to come foward an-" - her face red from anger, from frustration when you cut her off.

"I can't. I doesn't work that way here. I've heard even Alexia and Paredes have tried to stand up to him. But apparently he has a green light to do whatever it takes to make sure the team delivers."

"But this isn't normal, this is borderline abuse! It sounds more like your going through torture not training!"

"But I have to stay, I have to be here! This is my chance amor! This is what we've wanted for the longest time! I'm lucky to be here, Vilda keeps threatening he could easily replace us. But that's the thing, he can! I can't loose this chance!"

"That's not healthy Y/N! Do you even hear yourself!? Your being mistreated and think you should be grateful for it! It's okay to admit that your not okay, your not weak, you're just human!"

"It doesn't matter. Tomorrow night we have the match. I know they'll most likely keep me on the bench anyway."

"Although this isn't right and you shouldn't be going through this situation, hold on okay!? You just have to make through two more days and you'll be home. You'll be with me. Where you're safe."

"I love you mi amor. I wish I could say "I wish you were here" but I wouldn't wish this for anyone." - You sounded so broken. Nothing like the girl who arrived in camp almost a week ago. That girl was excited and scared of the new. And now she was disappointed and scared of the reality.

"I love you, and I'm so distraught there's nothing we can do about it." - She looked defeated. Worse than you'd ever seen. And you felt bad once again, for dragging her into this mess. For worrying her so much.

"I'm going to try to get some sleep." - You we're beyond tired at this point. Wishing you could fall asleep and wake-up home. In your girlfriend's embrace.

"Okay. Anything, I mean anything, let me know alright?"

"I will. I promise."

And you were right. The next day all you could do was sit and watch. Secretly thankful. You were drained. And not just you. All the girls seemed on edge. All you could do was wonder how they do it. How do they keep going. You had only been there a week. They've been enduring this for much, much longer. Yet they win and win, again and again. While staying strong (at least on the outside), and holding each other up.

On the way home you reflected a lot. This was so different from how you imagined. And made you realize how much you still had yet to mature. You were almost throwing the towel, while those amazing women kept fighting like that was a simple 9-5 job.

In a way being by their side and feeling the love for what they do, help you put things into perspective in a way that your career hadn't yet been able to do.

Arriving home I let out the biggest sigh. Feeling the anxiety of being always on alert washout. And then I ran up to her. And all I could do was cry. And let out all the pain, all the exhaustion come out of me.

"You're okay Y/N! I'm here.

You're home now.

You're home." - you didn't even answer her, and you didn't have to. She knew you. And she could tell how heavy this all was. - "I know this is your dream-"

"Our dream."

"But this can't come at any cost. This is not right! Your love for football is what got you there! It's not fair! I doesn't make sense to be there, if it makes you hate it. If makes you contemplate leaving it!"

"How did you know I contemplated leaving it? I didn't dare to say it out loud."

"I saw it in your eyes." - she said that last sentence sadly.

And you two held each other for what it felt like an eternity. You were safe.

Sorry this took a little long. Also couldn't stop writing, hope it's some good!

#espwnt #woso #womens football #woso x reader #ornella vignola #ornella vignola x reader

[jessejaredstories]

Relationship Changes

Tony and Salma were, for the most part, your typical Mexican American couple. They had first met at new student orientation when they were placed in the same group together. The two instantly hit it off. They were best friends for their first two years of college until Tony finally asked her out the summer before their junior year. They started dating and from there the rest was history. Tony and Salma just celebrated their five year anniversary too! They were truly as happy as could be. 

However, this was only how it looked on the outside. The truth was that their “perfect” relationship was nothing but a facade. Behind closed doors laid a relationship full of nothing but anger, fighting, and headaches. While every relationship was bound to have their ups and downs, Tony and Salma’s relationship only seemed to be going down lately. But even though they were both willing to put in the work to save the relationship, nothing seemed to be working. Not even several sessions of couples therapy could help! That special spark they had when they first dated was gone, and although Tony wasn’t planning on going anywhere, Salma had already decided she would be breaking it off very soon. After all, if all they did was fight nowadays, splitting up would be the best option for both of them.

One day, after going out to brunch together, Tony and Salma were sitting quietly in the car as Tony drove back to their apartament. Another date had gone to shit. Snide remarks and passive aggression were the only things on the menu that day. As expected, that made for an awkward car ride back home full of quiet tension between the two lovebirds. 

Once Tony pulled up into the parking garage, Salma stormed out of the car without delay. Tony hopped out after her.

“Where are you going!?” Tony called out.

“To shower! You got a problem with that too or what!?” Salma shouted back.

“Aren’t we gonna talk about what happened at the cafe today first!?”

“Why? So you can just ignore everything I have to say again?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t ignore you if you actually had something nice to say for once! All you did is bitch about everything!!”

That last remark made Salma stop right in her tracks. She then turned around with eyebrows furrowed and a face full of disbelief.

“I’M the one that bitches about everything!?”

“YES! Everything I do, you gotta find a problem with it!!”

“Cuz you don’t do anything!! And even when you do, you do it only because I tell you to, not because you want to!”

The two kept bickering back and forth for another minute or so before Salma finally had enough and walked away. Tony let out a heavy sigh as he slammed his car door shut, taking some of his frustration out on the vehicle. He was at his wits’ end trying to figure out how to save his relationship. It seemed like no matter what he said or did, it just wasn’t enough anymore. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse! Unable to come up with anything, Tony looked up at the sky and wondered if breaking up was really the only option left. He hated the thought, but without some type of divine intervention, he knew they were only going to get worse for them the longer it goes on.

Meanwhile, Salma had just hopped into the shower. She breathed in and out as she let the warm water hit her nude body, letting the water melt away any tension in her body. Salma truly believed Tony was the one for her, but it was pretty clear that just wasn’t true. She frowned, but she did not cry. She already cried everything she had, now she was just left with the bitter indifference. Although she was ready to break it off, a part of her secretly wished they could somehow find a way to stay together. Salma wasn’t sure what exactly that miracle solution would’ve entailed. She perished the thought, then proceeded to wash her hair. 

But while both Tony and Salma were busy trying to calm down after their latest fight, their wishes did not go unheard. Because they both expressed wanting to stay together, the universe went to work making a new reality where they could happily stay together. 

The changes in reality began with Salma. As she was about to finish her shower, she began to feel a strange yet strong warmness radiating within her body. In an effort to make it stop, she tried turning the shower faucet to cold, but that did nothing. The warmness grew stronger. Her body began to ache, and she held her hands against the aching parts of her body to apply pressure. 

“Why am I so hot all of a sudden…?” Salma questioned. As soon as she finished that sentence, the changes began.

Salma kneeled over as the body aches grew more intense. She felt the pain in her breasts the most. Salma cupped her breasts with her hands. She could literally feel as her tiddies miraculously shrunk in size! She could also feel tiny hairs start sprouting around her nipples. Within seconds, her breasts had transformed into a man’s chest with a set of firm, well toned pecs— Pecs that looked exactly like Tony’s.

The transformation continued throughout Salma’s body. All the body hair she meticulously kept shaved grew right back in. She could feel the tiny pricks on her skin as the hair grew. Arm hair, leg hair, armpit and even pubic hair all grew right in until she possessed bushes of black hair everywhere. But that wasn’t all, she also grew a well-groomed mustache and beard just like her boyfriend’s goatee. Her once long, flowing hair receded until she had a buzzcut to match Tony’s hairstyle. 

Her body then began thickening with muscle as her body started pumping out testosterone instead of estrogen. She soon lost her curvy, womanly figure and instead gained her boyfriend’s manly, athletic build. And while Salma’s body took on muscle mass, the new hormones began changing her genitalia too. Salma could not suppress her moans as the warm sensations overtook her vagina. Her clit stretched and projected outwards while her ovaries transformed into a pair of hairy balls. They then flopped out of her pussy while her clit finished morphing itself to look like a dick. Everything grew and transformed until Salma possessed an identical set of cock and balls to Tony’s. 

“Ohhh fuck… What the fuck is happening to me…” Salma said in between moans, not noticing that her voice had dropped several pitches in tone as her Adam’s apple grew in. The warm sensations of body transformation left her in a state of arousal. Perhaps if it was the testosterone talking, but Salma found herself wanting to fuck something with her cock as she finished becoming Tony. “He” hopped out of the shower and admired his body in the mirror with a cocky smirk on his face, just like Tony would’ve done. 

While Salma was busy in the shower, Tony was busy in their shared bedroom. He eventually came inside after pacing around the parking lot. But needing a way to relieve some stress himself, Tony turned to rubbing one out while watching one of his favorite videos. “Couple fuck in public at Walmart!” That video was his number one favorite. Although with how often he had been watching it lately, Salma would’ve killed him if she found out he turned to videos to get off.

“Nrghhh, fuck yeah! Just like that…!” Tony said with bated breath. Sounds of fapping filled the room as he got closer and closer to finishing. However, just before he could climax, his own transformation started. 

A heat flash hit Tony like a dumpster truck. He got red in the face and began sweating buckets because of it, but the sudden warmth wasn't enough to deter him from getting his rocks off. Instead, he started stroking his already leaking cock even faster while groaning and grunting sensually even louder than before. While Tony was too busy jerking off to notice, his body began going through a transformation of its own. 

Any body and facial hair Tony had had rescinded back into his pores, leaving him perfectly smooth all over. As his body started producing more estrogen, all of his well-earned muscles grew softer and softer until they were gone. His pecs ballooned outward and his nipples grew in size until he had a nice, perky set of tits. Tony's body then grew more curvy and voluptuous until he had the exact same hourglass figure Salma had. 

"Arghh... oh fuck..." Tony groaned. His heavy, cum-filled balls were bouncing furiously as he kept stroking his cock. He was oblivious to the fact that every guttural grunt he let out was growing increasingly higher pitched. Soon enough, his manish groans had turned into womanly moans too. 

"Ughhh... fuck yeahh... ohh yeah...! Oh my God ahhh ohhh yeahh...!!"

Tony was getting closer and closer to finishing. He closed his eyes and focused solely on getting off. But then his cock and balls started sinking back into his body. Within seconds, his genitalia had transformed into a pussy, moist and wet from Tony masturbating. Obviously without a dick, Tony couldn't stroke himself off anymore. So instead, he turned to fingering himself. Just like Salma, Tony had become a picture perfect copy of his girlfriend and all without him noticing. 

"Salma" filled the room with her loud moans and wet macaroni noises while she kept fingering her new coochie. Then, out of nowhere, Tony came into the room dressed in nothing but a white towel. He took one look at his naked girlfriend, smirked, then dropped the towel to reveal his already growing erection. Salma beckoned him by biting her lip and opening her legs wide. Then without hesitation, Tony rushed in and joined her on the bed. He kissed her while he stuck his rock hard cock inside of her. She matched his energy, and the two proceeded to fuck until they both came about an hour later. 

They fucked passionately, just like they did back when they first started dancing. Although Tony and Salma had transformed into one another on both a physical and mental level, they were lucky enough to retain their original feelings and memories. It was because of that sudden literal change in perspective that the two lovebirds were able to understand where the other was coming from. They were finally able to sort out their issues and continued being the lovey dovey couple both in front of company as well as behind closed doors. 

And although the new Tony and Salma have no idea why they switched bodies the way they did, they learned to just forget about it and move on. After all, they were both able to perfectly simulate into their new identities without a problem. Nowadays, the only major problem they have is how to plan a big wedding. Cheers to newly engaged "Tony" and "Salma"!

#male transformation #female transformation

[outsideratheart]

I’ll Do It For You (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: When i first heard that Alexia tore her ACL i knew that i would write a fic about it. 2 weeks later and it is finished. I hope you all like it!

“Ok girls, good session, lets call it a day” You, as one of the team’s captains, tell the group of players you have been working with.

“No, go once more” You hear Jorge yell.

Your frustration grows, this is exactly how Jenni got injured, then Salma, how many other players have to get hurt before he realises that he is working the team too hard.

“Coach” you try to reason with him “We have been training for 3 hours, I think that is enough” 

The players watch your interaction with him. Nobody else has the guts to challenge him like you do but then again you practically have a guaranteed starting spot on the team.

You see the look on his face, it is one that you recognise all too well. You know that he isn’t going to change his mind so you choose to control the situation the best you can.

“Once more” you side with him “but focus more on technique not on aggression or power” 

You are in the middle of a 1v1 battle with Ona when it happens. You hear someone scream out in agony but it wasn’t just anyone, it’s Alexia. You run off towards her, pushing through any players that get in your way.

Once you get to her you see the issue, something is wrong with her knee. Some of the players have walked away but the players who know Alexia well, most being your Barca team mates, stay near by but give the two of you space. 

“Ale? Is it your knee?” You ask even though to know the answer. 

She doesn’t respond, the pain making it hard for her to speak. She simply nods her head as she holds her leg. 

When you look up you see Mapi already looking at you, waiting for your instructions. 

“Medic” you whisper trying to remain calm hoping not to panic Alexia any more than she already is. Your gut is telling you that it is bad because she never stays down unless it was serious but if you know this then she will too.

When the medics get there they ask you to give them space so that they can do their job.

“Y/N, don’t leave” Alexia begs you.

You look around to see some of the players surprised at Alexia’s vulnerability, it is something she very rarely showed to anyone but her family.

“Not leaving mi amor, just moving so the medics can look at you” you reply.

Doing as you told her, you move so that you are now stood behind her as the team’s physio try to move her knee. When you hear Alexia hiss in pain you move again so that you are sat behind her, Alexia automatically resting against you when she feels your presence.

You shift your focus from your girlfriend to the physio, deep down you know what the injury is but you need confirmation.

You mouth ACL, to which the medic nods his head. He stands and tells the two of your that it would be best to get scans taken of the knee to determine the damage. You help Alexia to her feet, taking most of her weight when you realise she is struggling to walk.

“Maps” you signal her over. Alexia puts one arm around you and the other around Mapi as the two of you help her to sidelines where a member of staff is running towards you with a pair of crutches.

A couple of hours later, you and the team’s physio accompany Alexia to the hospital. You pace the hall whilst she gets her scans.

You don’t hear the doors open but the sound of your girlfriend’s voice stops you in your tracks. 

“Y/N” her voice is weak and you can tell by the lack of emotion in her tone that it is what you feared, she has in fact tore her ACL.

The physio talks with the doctor whilst you and Alexia sit down.

“I’m going to kill him. I told him that we should have stopped” You are beyond furious “How about I take you back to the hotel and we can have a night in the room, just the two of us” Jorge was at the top of your shit list but in this moment you are grateful that he fulfilled your request of sharing a room with Alexia for the tournament.

“Can we stay here for a little bit?” She asks you “I’m not ready to face the team yet”

“We will do whatever you want” you say softly. You open your arms, Alexia happily burying herself in your side.

In that moment, you realise what this means. When you feel tears on your neck you realise that Alexia has come to the same realisation. You place a gently kiss on her head, hoping that it can bring her some comfort. You feel her body shaking as she sobs, letting out all of the emotion that she has been holding in so far.

When you look up you see the physio the car keys, letting you know that he will wait for the two of you in the car.

“What if I can’t do it” Alexia says referring to her recovery and comeback.

“Alexia” you move the palm of your hand to her cheek, turning her head to face you “You are one of the strongest people I have met. You can do this, that I have no doubt and I will be by your side every step of the way” you tell her.

“Y/N” Alexia says, picking up of the way you phrased your words.

“Alexia” you mimic her tone, trying to lighten the mood.

“I know you, I know what you are thinking and I won’t allow it” she uses her captain’s voice.

“I will be by your side for this, I won’t leave you to do this alone”

This is something you are certain of, you knew it the moment you saw Alexia on the floor holding her knee in agony. You love playing for Spain but you love your girlfriend more and nothing is going to stop you from being by her side.

“You can play, I can’t” Alexia’s eyes begin to tear up after saying the words out loud for the first time “You can lead our team and our country to the final and bring the Euro Copa home”

“I can’t do this without you. It was suppose to be me, you, V and Jenni. I can’t do it alone” you swallow hard as you feel your emotions rising to the surface.

“You can do anything you put you mind to, you have shown me this much” Alexia says reassuring you.

You know that nothing you say will make Alexia see your reasoning for leaving the euros so you don’t bring it up again. The two of you sit in the waiting room for just over half an hour before she tells you that she is ready to go back to Marlow. Whilst in the car you send Mapi a text to let her know that you are on your way back.

When you arrive, you see Mapi, Patri, Lola, Aitana, Mariona, Leila and Misa in the lobby. They all swarm around Alexia wanting to make sure that their friend is ok. You stay close by as you try to protect her and her knee, the last thing you wanted is for one of the the knock her. The look in Alexia’s eyes have changed, the woman you were with in the waiting room is no longer there, instead the captain is front and centre. She tells the team that it is in fact her ACL and that will need surgery.

“When do you leave?” Patri asks.

Alexia looks at you before answering. This is something that you didn’t know.

“I have decided to stay until after the game against Iceland, then I will fly back to Barcelona on Saturday and they have scheduled my surgery for Sunday afternoon” After saying this she reaches out for your hand which you take happily, knowing that you both needed the comfort that the connection would bring.

“and you?” Mariona asks knowing full well that you wouldn’t leave Alexia to go through this alone.

You go respond but Alexia cuts you off only to get cut off herself.

“Y/N isn’t leaving. The team needs her now more than ever, I will not lose another captain” Jorge answers the question.

“You can’t stop me” you snap back.

Feeling that the situation is going to get heated, Alexia decides to intervene before you say something you will regret. You are considered a very calm and collected person but when it came to Alexia things were very different.

“I’m going to our room. Come with me” Alexia pauses as she moves closer to you “Please” she whispers and you know that her ask has two meanings.

“Of course” you turn placing a soft kiss to the side of her head.

“This conversation isn’t over, I will come and find you tomorrow coach” you tell Jorge making sure the he knows who is in control.

You swipe the key to the room you and Alexia share, holding the door so that she can enter first. 

Once inside Alexia sits on the bed, the way she looks at you, you know there and then that you are in trouble.

“Don’t” you beat Alexia to it.

“I wasn’t going to say anything” Alexia smirks, knowing that her lie is obvious. “Come here” you do as your told.

“I’m going for a shower and I could really use your help” Alexia says knowing just how to calm you down.

This is one of the many things you love about her. Even though she is heartbroken, she is still making the extra effort to make sure that you are ok.

You quickly take your top off, throwing it aside “Do you need help with yourx?” You ask playfully.

Alexia chuckles at your eagerness before nodding her head. You carefully help her to her feet, she lifts her arms up as you take her top off. Once she sits down you bend to your knees, you take her socks and shoes off gently as not to cause her pain. You tug at her waistband and Alexia lifts her hips off the bed allowing you to take her shorts off. You kiss her knee and it might just be the softest kiss you have ever given her.

When you look up at Alexia you see her crying.

“Baby” you say as you wipe her tears away.

“It’s not fair” she tells you, your action once again reminding her of the situation.

“No, it’s not” you agree.

After taking a shower, you go down to the makeshift food hall to get some food for the both of you.

“How is she?” Ona asks.

When you look around you see the rest of the team waiting for your reply, all clearly worried about Alexia.

“I’ll be honest, she isn’t doing great but she is strong. It’s hard for her at the moment, you all know how much the tournament meant to her. Going into this we said we would play for V and then we said we would play for Jenni, now you will have to play for Alexia as well” you say addressing the whole squad.

It is Lola who comes up to you “We will play for them. We will win this for them” 

You know what she is trying to do but you won’t lie to one of your closest friends.

“Lola” 

“No Y/N, you have to play. We need you” At this point the goalkeeper is practically begging you.

“She needs me more” you reassuringly squeeze her shoulder. 

Should you decide to leave the euros, you hope that your team would understand.

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Friday comes sooner than you hope. You cannot remember the last time you played for Spain and Alexia wasn’t on the field with you. Before leaving for the stadium you ask to talk to Jorge and you both come to an agreement which you know he isn’t happy with, truth is you couldn’t care less.

After the warm ups you are sat in your locker. You lean forward, resting your hands on your knees, eyes closed as you prepare for the game. You feel two hands on your shoulders, you don’t need to look up to know who it is, only one person could get away with interrupting your ritual.

“Hi” Alexia tells you “Happen to have one of those that I could wear?” she tugs at the shirt you have tightly grasped in your hand. This is one of your superstitions, you never wore your shirt until the very last minute, you always wait until it is go time.

“I thought you were going to wearing Virginia’s?” You are slightly confused.

“If I am going to be a fan today, I want to show support for my beautiful, super talented girlfriend” she explains her reasoning.

The players who hear her awe in response before laughing at your now red cheeks. You throw your warm up jacket at them “shut up” you say quietly, showing that your are slightly embarrassed by the compliment.

“Have this one” you pass her your shirt “I am waiting for a special one”

Now it is alexia’s turn to be confused but right on cue the kit manager gives you a shirt. You lift it up, a proud smile on your face. You can see the look of intrigue on Alexia’s so you turn the shirt around so she can see what has you so happy.

“You like?” You ask her. 

She takes it from you holding it up. There on the back of your shirt was Y/L/N and the number 14.

“But you love your 7, you once told me that you would never wear another number, you even got in included in your Barca contract” 

“I need you on the pitch with me”

Alexia is about to respond when a member of the coaching staff comes over to the two of you and tells Alexia that is is time to take her seat. She rest her crutches against your locker as she put your shirt on, you hand rests on her waist to keep her steady.

“Can I?” Alexia asks holding up your shirt and you nod your head.

She places the shirt over your head. Once your arms are though you gives you a quick peck on the lips. PDA is a rarity for the two of you especially in the locker room but in this moment you need it and Alexia knew it.

The game couldn’t have started any worse as Finland score within the first 60 seconds. Alexia watches from the bench, waiting for you to look her way but you don’t.

You breathe again when Irene scores, the game is even and you plan to make the most of it. You do just that when Spain get a free kick just out side of the box.

Normally it would be Alexia by you side, standing over the ball, today though Mapi joins you.

You start to tell her that you are taking it but she stops you.

“You got this. Score a goal for your girl” you know the cameras are on you, when you take a quick glance at the big screen you can see that you are blushing at Mapi’s words.

Once you hit the ball you know it is going it but still you wait until it hits the back of the net. Out of habit you look around the pitch, without thinking about it you are looking for Alexia. The whole team knows what you are doing so they step aside, making a clear path to the bench.

You just about reach the sidelines when you see the lines women holding out her arm and Jorge comes towards you, both trying to stop you from leaving the pitch.

“You can’t” he says knowing what you want to do.

“Watch me” you say.

You see Alexia hobbling near the gates. You hop over them as you celebrate with the love of your life.

Your arms are around Alexia’s neck, hers around you waist.

“Everything I do is for you. I will win this tournament and I’ll do it for you” you kiss her neck, knowing that it won’t be obvious to the cameras what you are doing.

What you didn’t notice is that whilst you are celebrating with Alexia, the referee has made her way to Jorge.

The lines woman starts to reprimand you which pisses you off. Can’t she see that this is about more than football.

“Oh, fuck off” you say having enough of her.

Just your luck the referee hears you and gives you a yellow card for your language.

“Worth it” you mumble as you run back onto the pitch.

Spain win the game 4-1, with the other two goals coming from Aitana and Mariona.

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The next morning you help Alexia pack her things ready for her journey to Barcelona. Every so you often you catch her with a blank look on her face and you know that she is thinking about her surgery. It is something you know she is nervous about even if she won’t admit it.

You take her bag, quickly running it downstairs. When you get to the lobby you see the majority of the team waiting for the Balon d’or winner. You go back up to your room returning not 10 minutes later with the girl they are waiting for. 

Watching from afar you see player by player say goodbye to their captain, some simple, some more emotional than others. You are so focused on your conversation with your performance coach you don’t realise that the team’s attention is now on you. Looking around you try and figure out why but nobody says anything. Then you see Alexia hobbling her way towards you.

“Can you give us a minute?” She tells the other players.

“Yeah” “sure” “of course” these are a few of the responses that you hear before you realise what Alexia is asking.

“No need for a goodbye, not yet anyway” you tell her. Alexia now has her arm wrapped around your shoulders, leaning on you for support instead of relying on her crutches.

“Baby” she whispers so only you can hear her “It’s time for me to go” 

You look over to Jorge who subtly nods his head letting you know that the agreement you two made still stands.

“I’m coming with you” your words gain the attention of the team who were trying and failing to give you and Alexia a moment to yourselves.

“But coach said he didn’t want you to leave” Pina reminds you.

“We came to an agreement, didn’t we?” You ask Jorge who once again nods “I am going to go with Alexia and be by her side for her surgery then when she is discharged and settled at home, I will come back”

Alexia listens to you and she cannot believe what she is hearing. She wants nothing more than for you to be with her but after Jorge’s reaction she thought that she would be going back to Barcelona alone.

“And you are definitely going to come back?” Leila asks needing the extra confirmation.

You hesitate for a moment, the thought of leaving Alexia still doesn’t settle well with you.

“She will” Alexia says whilst look at you hoping that you will agree with her, which you do.

********************

Keeping to Alexia’s word you return to Marlow 3 days laters, although you did cancel 2 flights before finally leaving Spain.

You couldn’t believe how different things are without her there. You now had a room to yourself which is both a blessing and disguise. After a long day training and putting on a happy face, it gives you a safe space to feel however you wanted to feel but it also means that you got very lonely. Every time time you go back to your room you want to call Alexia but you choose against it because you didn’t want to hurt her more, calling to tell her about training would be like rubbing salt in the wound. According to her mum she isn’t taking her injury very well, she refuses to talk about football, the only one to get to smile is Nala who refuses to leave her side.

The absence of Alexia and Jenni is obvious. The team is split up into Barcelona and Real Madrid with the other players picking whichever side gives them game time. You and Irene are trying your hardest to unite the team but nothing works. 

The tournament doesn’t go as you hoped, with Spain losing to Germany in the second group game. Afterwards you shut yourself off, you begin to second guess your every move. Once back at the hotel you go straight to your room, you decline Leila and Misa’s offer to eat with them, saying that you didn’t have an appetite.

“Let me guess, she isn’t hungry” Aitana asks the couple.

Leila shakes her head.

“I’ve never seen her like this, even after a loss she stays with us, she always said that it is important we stick together in the wins and the losses” Misa says clearly concerned for her friend.

“She misses Alexia” Patri blurts out whilst she takes a mouthful of food.

“We all do” Lola snaps slightly.

“It’s different for Y/N and you know it Lola” Mapi comes to your defence without hesitation.

The tattooed defender pauses for a second and it is clear that she is contemplating saying something. The table watches as she opens her mouth to talk but then changes her mind.

“It’s worse than what she leads on” Mapi tells the team “Alexia called me this morning, her and Y/N got into an argument now she is shutting herself off. She won’t take Alexia’s calls and she has told Eli that she doesn’t want to be here anymore” 

The team is in shock upon hearing what Mapi is telling them. They know you are struggling, the pressure you are facing is unlike anything before. The team lost two captains leaving you and Irene, only thing is you speak fluent English so you have been doing the majority of the media duties. The team knows that you and Alexia are dating but your only your Barcelona team mates knows just how deep the bond you and Alexia share is.

“We need her for the Denmark game” Ester says.

“No, we need her for the tournament. I hate to admit it but she is carrying this team” Sandra says.

Everyone hums in agreement.

“So what do we do?” Athenea asks.

“We give her the space and be there for her if and when she needs us” Mariona suggests.

“Oh and one more thing, try not to ask her about Alexia. I heard some of you this morning, you ask her about Alexia before you said Good Morning” Leila says remembering some of the conversations she heard whilst getting breakfast.

Days pass and it is soon the do or die Denmark game. The hopes of the team and of the country hangs in the palace. Tensions are high on the bus to the stadium, the energy is off and you know if it stays that this then you will be packing your bags and going home.

In the locker room you can hear the tapping of boots on the floor. Deciding you can no longer take it, you ask the coaching staff to give you the room.

“You know when we first starting preparing for this tournament I truly though that we will win it. The way we were training, it gave the rest of the teams something to fear but now, it is like we are a different team entirely. I know that you all miss our captains, but as much I hate it say it, we can’t think about them, they aren’t here. You know who is? The women is this room, the women who despite some of our issues during the league” you look at ester, your lips curling into a smirk “I am proud to call my team mates” 

You pace around the locker room as you muster the courage to say what needs to be said. 

“Ever since the first game we have said that we play for those who are not here and whilst I love those people, we need to start playing for ourselves. We are a team, one team!” Your emotions begin to get the better of you so choose to cut your speech short.

“I know that you guys are worried about me but you don’t need to be. I am here because I want to be, is it hard at times, yes but I am here to win the Euros. Anyone else?” 

The team cheers loudly in response.

Throughout the game you feel like you are cursed, you are pulling out every trick in your book but the ball refuses to hit the back of the net. The curse lingers over the rest of the team as the game remains 0-0 at half time. The second half gives you hope but time is running out and even though as it stands Spain will go through, you want to win, you need the win.

You make a run in the box when you see Mariona running forward but you also see Olga clear on her left. You see the play before it happens. You run, moving behind your marker so that you are clear and as if on cue Olga send the ball into the box, you manage to get your head on it perfectly and watch as it flies past the keepers hand and into the back of the next.

You did it!

Spain are through the the quarter finals!

That night you celebrate with your team and once you are back in your room you face time Alexia.

“I know it wasn’t our best, my best performance but” you begin to say but Alexia cuts you off.

“You are amazing, I am so proud of you Y/N” You watch Alexia as she bites the her cheek, something she did when she was nervous.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Mapi called me” you roll your eyes “Don’t be mad at her. She is telling me the things you should be. Why didn’t you tell me you aren’t sleeping or that you are stressed?” 

You cannot help but feel guilty when you see the look on her face, clearly she is hurt that you kept these from her.

“I didn’t want to worry you. I felt horrible after our argument, I never should have snapped at you, my problems are nothing compared to what you are going through. I’ll be fine, you just need to focus on you” you feel a tear roll down your cheek, you look away hoping that Alexia doesn’t see.

“Baby, look at me” you don’t “Please” you do so at the second time of asking.

“Me and you, we are partners. No one’s problems are more important than the others” 

“I disagree” 

“I knew you would because you put everyone before yourself, it is one of the things I admire the most about you. You are playing in one of the most important tournaments of your career and you are thinking about leaving it because you want to be with me”

“I don’t know what you are talking about” your attempt to lie fails miserably as Alexia clearly knows the truth.

“My mum told me. She is worried about you too, Alba as well. Nala even barks differently at the tv when she sees you”

“I really wish I was there but I know that I need to be here. I made you a promise and I plan on seeing it through”

“You are unstoppable out there”

“Because I know you are watching”

You and Alexia talk for a few more hours, she can tell that you are tired so she tells you a story, one of your favourites, the moment she knew she was in love with you. By the end of it you are fast asleep.

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The team bond is stronger than every after the Denmark game. Spain end up beating England in the quarter finals and Sweden in the semi finals. Despite the obstacles thrown your way, you make it to the final. Now only one team stands in the way. France.

The thing you hate about the French team is that is had so many Lyon players. You and the Barca girls joked about how if you beat them in the euros the victory would be extra sweet.

Another reason why you are looking forward to the game is because Alexia had told you that she got the all clear from the doctor to fly to London and be there or at least that was the plan.

It is the morning of the day before the final and you are on your way down to breakfast when you hear your phone go off, looking down you see ‘Mi Alma’ on the screen.

“Hi” you say drowsily as you had just woken up.

“Good Morning, have you just woken up?” You nod your head as you rub you eyes with your spare hand.

If ever asked, Alexia would say this is when she likes you the most, this is time you are most human. You aren’t a captain, not even a football player, you are quite simply her girlfriend, the title that she prefers out of all of them.

It is when you see the look of distress of her face that you begin to worry, your concern for your girlfriend waking you up quicker than any coffee ever could.

“What is it?” Just as you finish your sentence, the elevator doors open and you make your way to the make shift food hall.

“I’m so sorry” she tells you.

“What are you talking about? You have nothing to apologise for” you try to comfort her but it is hard to do without knowing her reason.

“I can’t” she pauses much to your annoyance.

“Can’t what Alexia” without knowing it you raise you voice, gaining the attention of those around you.

“The final” although her sentence isn’t complete you understand her meaning.

“You’re not coming to the game” your nose twitches, your eyes brimming with tears. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. The swelling in my knee hasn’t gone down as much as they thought it would so the doctors have told me that is best not to fly” 

Your hurt is soon replaced with worry.

“Don’t worry about the final Alexia, it isn’t important” you wipe your eyes, the action tells your team mates around you that her not coming is in fact important to you, how could it not be.

You see Irene enter the room and use it as an excuse “sorry baby, Irene is calling me, I have to go” 

Knowing the importance of a captain’s meeting she lets you go without a second thought.

“What was that about? I have just walked in, I don’t need to talk to you. You could have finished your conversation with Alexia” the Basque woman is clearly confused.

“Alexia isn’t coming to the game” you say before walking towards the door you had just entered mere moments ago.

The team watches you walk away.

“I told you this wasn’t a good idea” 

“She will be fine”

“We have had the old Y/N for the past couple of days and we all know that it isn’t because we are through to the final, it was because she was going to see Ale”

“Imagine her face, it will be worth it”

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Saturday 31st July, Euros final, a sold out Wembley Stadium.

“Ok, we get it. You have played for this number of people before but for some of us this is a big deal and it’s a final, yours was only a quarter final” Lola rambles on, showing her nerves.

“and semi final” Partri corrects her.

“and it was Camp Nou. Wembley is nothing compared to Camp Nou” you tell the goalkeeper.

Your Barcelona team mates cheer as they remember the the memory, the day you all made history and then broke your own record and made history again.

After the warm up you sat in you locker as you read a text from Alexia that simply wished you luck. The shortness worried you, this is the beginning you think, this is her closing off and pushing you away.

“Any words from the captain?” You hear Sandra ask.

You turn your phone off and look towards Irene but when you look around the room you see everyone’s eyes on you, Irene standing in front of you holding out the armband.

“Well captain” she places the band around you arm “Got anything you would like tell the team?”

You can tell by the faces around you that this was planned.

“I don’t think” you try to talk you way out of the armband. Up until this point you have always being a metaphorical captain, only taking the armband when one of the other captains were subbed off.

“You deserve this. Don’t insult yourself by not taking it” 

You give a pep talk, one of your best if you do say so yourself.

You stand in the tunnel, proudly sporting your new accessory. Your debut as captain is a Euros final and you  didn’t have her there to see it.

As if you are thinking out loud, Sandra places her hand on your shoulder “She’ll be proud of you no matter where she is watching from” 

You don’t have time to respond as the referee and linesmen begin the walk to the pitch.

After the line up and the coin toss you take you place on the pitch. You pull the 14 on the front of you shirt to your lips, kissing it just as you have every other game. You look to the family section and see the empty seat that was reserved for Alexia. The world has been cruel to her in the past few weeks but you really hoped to cheer her up today, you know that you can still do that but it isn’t the same. 

90 minutes later, the referee blows her whistle for the final time of the tournament. You’ve done it, Spain have done it, they have beaten France 3-1 thus earning the title of European champions.

You fall to the floor, all the strength you have been channeling since day one is gone. You lay on the pitch, face down in your hands. Sobs racking your body as you let your head catch up with your heart. All the hurt you have felt during the Euros, the feeling of letting Alexia down by choosing to remain with team. The fact that you have finally won a trophy with Spain and she isn’t by you side when it happens. 

The concept of time fails you, the world around you fading as you lay their on the pitch with no intention of moving, not until you can compose yourself.

“We did it” 

“We are Champions!” 

You look up to find the Melis with huge grins on their faces.

When they see you face, their expression changes.

“Jorge sent us over, said it is almost time for the presentation and that the captain needs to be front and centre”

“Thanks” you grab both of their hands “We won” you say almost in disbelief.

Mapi hold her hands to her chest, pretending to be offending by your words “Did you ever doubt us”

“Not you guys” you tell them.

“What have I told you about doubting yourself” 

You recognise the voice instantly and the looks on the pair of defenders faces confirm what you already know. You are up on your feet in the blink of an eye, turning to face her.

Alexia.

Words aren’t needed, you just want to hold her, so you do.

Your arms wrap tightly around her waist. Her crutches fall the floor as she knows she is safe in your hold. You bury your head in the crook her neck. 

“Are you mad that I lied?” She asks you.

Truth is Alexia was worried about how you would react to seeing her. Sure, she knew you would be happy but it was a risk. When she told you has wasn’t coming she wasn’t sure if it would ruin the game.

“Under any other circumstance I would be furious. I thought you had hurt yourself more, do you understand how that made me feel?”

“that is a no, right?” She asks still not sure if she is in trouble.

“I could never be mad at you, not when you look like that” 

“I’m not doing anything”

“Exactly” 

Alexia softly slaps your shoulder making sure to keep one hand around your neck for balance.

“Hey! I was being nice, I can be mad at you at if you want”

Alexia rapidly shakes her head.

“That’s what what I thought” you look down her her knee which is currently in a brace “Just to make things clear, you are ok, aren’t you?”

“I am. The doctor has said that I am healing well and I have you to thank for that”

Alexia words catch you off guard, you couldn’t have been less helpful given that you have been in a different country.

“You” she pokes your chest “have motivated every day that we have been apart. The day after you left was really hard, nala couldn’t understand why I wasn’t playing with her so she went in a mood with me and then me and alba got in an argument because she was hovering so she left. Then my mum came round and gave me a letter, one of the many that you left with her. I read it and it was like you were there with me even though you were almost 1,000 miles away”

Alexia moves closer to you, her face inches away from yours. She leans forward and for a brief moment you think she is going to kiss you but at the last minute moves her lips to your ear.

“We are surrounded by cameras and for the first time in a very long time I don’t care. I want this moment to life forever. I am so proud of you Y/N, I know that you have struggled but you never gave up and that is what makes you one of the best, it is why I love you. You inspired the entire team and pushed them to be the best players they can be. If is why you have this” she pulled at the captains armband “and why you deserve to be the first one to lift that trophy”

Alexia pulls away so that she can look you in your eyes.

The words you told her in that very first game play on repeat in her head.

I will win this tournament and I’ll do it for you.

“You kept your promise” 

Once again, she leans forward and when you see her glance at your lips you know exactly what she is going to do.

“The cameras?” You say as you look around, seeing several cameras aimed at the two of you.

“Like I said before, I don’t care. Nothing and no one will stop me from doing this” 

Her lips crash against yours, the world disappearing around you as your mouths move in sync. You are so caught up in the moment that you barely hear the cheering and whistling. You pull away first, knowing that the two of you could do this for hours. 

“The next few days are going to be fun” you say causing the both of you to laugh.

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The last pic, I wheezed, I'm sorry 😭😂 but he's a mood.

Salma calm down😭. But seriously I hope you're fine Wybie. RIP.

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Actors on Actors 

Y/N Belmonte and Pedro Pascal rave about each other's past projects and speak of what to see next for them.

Word count: 2670

A/N: Hi friends! It certainly has be awhile. This is an extra part to my story Love on Tour. This new piece is an insight to her acting and what her future looks like as she speaks with a friend. I chose Pedro Pascal because why not! and because he's great. Also because he's part of the Latinx community :) So please enjoy, I had fun with these. Remember if you want to see something about Bel and Harry just shoot me an ask <3

The Chilean and Mexican duo are one you have not had the pleasure of seeing on your screens, but that changed today (electronic devices for now). When Pascal and Belmonte were placed in the room together, they hugged like family and began chatting like old friends. That's because they were. They met at a party–that's all we got as neither of them could stop laughing long enough to tell the complete story.

Pedro Pascal and Y/N Belmonte got photoshoot ready. Pascal rocked a pastel pink suit that was tailored to him perfectly. While Belmonte wore a loose-fitting velvet green suit that complimented Pascal well. Each photo together ended with a laugh as they worked to make the other laugh. It was clear by how easily our photographer captured their photos how much they enjoyed being in front of the camera. Belmonte stayed behind the scenes cheering on Pascal as he was directed to each new pose. Pascal did the same but went up a notch, going full dad mode, screaming how proud he was and "to work it." It's safe to say these photos will become everyone's favorites.  

Pascal was quick to rave about Y/N Belmonte's acting and how she has a foot in every door for just about everything. Not Marvel, Belmonte was prompt to input. That reigns true, she doesn't say if she's auditioned or if she's been offered a role, but we're all waiting for the day another Latina graces the screen. Salma Hayek and Xochitl Gomez have got it covered, but hey, I'm sure Kevin Feige has a way to get my number if needed. Pascal laughs, stating he'd personally make a new role for her in his series, The Mandalorian. Belmonte assured him she could get her own roles, but she appreciated the offer. 

It was apparent they were big fans of one another. They went back and forth complimenting their latest work but also their earliest. It's easy to say you're a fan, but they clearly have a strong love for each other. 

Belmonte: The Mandalorian was a captivating series because your acting relied heavily on your voice and the emotion you had to convey. We went from a stoic Mando to seeing him care for Grogu as a father would. Going to the ends of different galaxies to protect and save his child. I was in awe because you did stunts and wore big armor, but the impact of you as an actor could be seen in your character. And with a third season coming, I feel honored to see you act. 

Pascal: Stop it. I'm serious. I'm twenty years your elder, and yet I feel that I am learning from you. The grace you hold—I swear you've probably had it all your life. The way you speak of me, I feel that I talk of you whenever I hear your name brought up, and if I'm not in the conversation, then I'll insert myself because I love talking about you with others. 

Pascal: She sings, dances, acts, and directs! What can't she do? 

Belmonte: Knit, it seems. Somehow everything I make ends up too big or too small. 

Pascal: Or has a weird hole somewhere. My sweater is a mix of this royal blue and light pink. 

Belmonte: In my defense, I ran out of yarn. You love it, though!

Pascal: I do. I do. It's made with love. You picked up knitting for your anxiety, right?. 

Belmonte: As much as I love acting, sometimes scenes require so much from me that I need a way to calm down, and focusing on my hands and a pattern is a way I found that helps. 

Pascal: It's important to look after ourselves. It might seem odd, but I agree. I can't knit, but it works for you. Just sitting in silence can go a long way. 

Belmonte: Self-care is underappreciated. Oscar taught me this fantastic breathing technique, which works wonders. 

Pascal: Speaking of, we share a common friend.

Belmonte: Oscar Isaac. 

Pascal: He's just marvelous and unforgettable. 

Belmonte: So funny. Always has me in tears, that man. I miss him.

Pascal: Moon Knight, that was brilliant. 

Belmonte: I was in awe. I knew he was great, but he just shined. I love his duality as an actor, taking on a role and making it his own. Marvel for going in a different direction of storytelling. Very beautiful.

Pascal: I visited him on set.

Belmonte: Me Too! 

Pascal: Not that Marvel knows.

Belmonte: I was never there. 

Pascal: We should have dinner or lunch or anything together.

Belmonte: I'm living in London now when I'm not busy filming, so if you or Oscar offer a guest room, I'm there.

Pascal: You're family. The door is always open. 

Belmonte: Pedro, I will cry. Stop.

Pescal: You are, pequeña.

Belmonte: I remember you invited me to a family barbeque, and I showed up with my chicken salad even though you specifically said not to bring anything. I was like, I can not show up empty-handed, and I know everyone raves over this dish I make. 

Pascal: My family raved about the dish for ages. They still do. Think a cousin of mine proposed that night. 

Belmonte: He did. He cried when his mother said no because he was only ten. I felt at home when I walked into your family, and I'll always be grateful because your family treated me as one of them.

Pascal: That is because you are part of the family. Remember when you introduced me to your boyfriend, I think he was scared.

Belmonte: H was nervous. I hyped you up so much, only for you to tease him for not bringing you some of his nail polish or sweaters. 

Pascal: It's nice. I will never say no to gifts. 

Belmonte: He was so red. I hadn't seen him blush that much since when we first started dating. 

Pascal: I did receive a package, though, with lots of his items. I was pleased. 

Belmonte: H asked me for your address, and I told him he didn't have to, that you were only joking, but he assured me he wanted to. A gift, he said, for being so kind to him and always looking out for me.

Pascal: I'm glad he didn't listen to you. 

Belmonte: He usually does. 

Pascal: Do people know who you're dating? Or is this just ominous?

Belmonte: People know, I'm assuming, and if they don't, I'm sure they'll just google it.

Pascal: Good old google.

Belmonte: Should we go back to speaking about your movies and shows? I've got lots to say.

Pascal: As do I. 

I feel your work speaks for itself. You're booked and busy, and I'm in awe of you. 

Belmonte: Pedro—

Pascal: No en serio. The rolls you take range differently, and you make them each your own. For example, you worked with a dialect coach in Queen Gambit's because of your accent and learned Russian. That's not easily done. You learn from those around you and treat everyone with the utmost respect. A testament that you're someone who surrounds herself with good people. 

Belmonte: I'm not crying, but if I were, that would be totally okay. I appreciate that; I really do. I admire you. I love seeing you on the big screen. That Hispanic culture is being represented. You're also very loved by the fans and the ladies. 

Your IMDb speaks for itself. You take rolls that don't fit any mold, which is fantastic. In Wonder Women 1984, you got to play a villain, but he was also a father. The duality you showed for the two greatest needs he was searching for were apparent, and that film ending speaks for itself. 

Pascal: Each character comes to life as soon as that camera rolls, and I just want to honor our writers and team. 

Belmonte: When I work on new projects, I always enjoy speaking with the screenwriter because I want to see their character's vision and what more I can do to make that a possibility. 

Pascal: I'll speak on this briefly because I can go on forever if you let me, and I know you won't, but your show, The Dance of Life, was one of the best. Taking that chance on a script that was based entirely on grief and allowing you the opportunity to put everything you have in there only made you better as an actor. I remember recommending the show for Oscar to watch, and he called me in the middle of the night, cursing my name for showing him the show. It's how Y/N met Oscar, actually.  

Belmonte: That show was healing in the strangest of ways. I'm no stranger to grief, and it wasn't until I experienced it did I realize that it's not linear or has specific rules one has to follow. I was allowed to bring that into the set and spoke with the writers and teams about what worked and didn't. To have them listen and appreciate what I was saying reminded me of the importance of this story. One of my proudest works to this day still.

Pascal: As did the world because that earned you your very first Emmy at twenty-three, making you the youngest to receive the award. 

Belmonte: You say that like a proud dad. 

Pascal: I am. Not your dad, but proud. I took you under my wing, and I'm here to support you in whatever way, knowing your life story. I feel like I'm repeating myself, but I'm very proud. 

Belmonte: That means–that means the world. For so long, I thought this industry would swallow me whole and felt that I'd have no support, but the support I have found is endless, and I'm grateful. This role opened many doors for me, and I will forever be thankful. 

Pascal: Are there any roles you miss? 

Belmonte: I don't miss the characters, but the crew. I feel like I make friends everywhere I go. For example, Alex is a costume designer I met on the set of my second film, and now I'm the godmother to his child. Frances was the head of engineering, and we meet up for coffee every time I'm in Atlanta. Helene is a beautiful friend who always helps at her daughter's bakery when she's not on set as a personal assistant. Taking the time and getting to know the crew makes for a great and safe work environment. 

Pascal: Remembering names and something about them is a joy because you see them for months on end, so of course, you want to remember them. It's essential that we're all on the same team. 

Belmonte: My mum always told me that kindness is given freely, but respect is earned. 

Pascal: Wise words. Mothers do seem to know best. 

Belmonte: Very true. H's mother is someone I go to for a chat sometimes when I need that extra support or unbiased view because I know she'll tell it to me straight. I'm thankful for that. 

Pascal: I'm glad you have that. If she ever gets sick of you, give my mother a call.

Belmonte: Doubt it, but good to keep in mind if she's ever too busy for me. 

Pascal: As if. I drop everything I'm doing when you call. 

Belmonte: Even when you're reading a script. 

Pascal: Even then, it means you're saving me from work. How do you practice remembering the script? I feel like my methods have changed over the years. 

Belmonte: I'll read the entire script when it's given to me, and then I'll go back adding notes for myself or others sometimes. When I first started, I'd memorized the entire script, and being so young, I felt like I had so much to prove. Knowing the script helped, of course, but knowing line for line doesn't allow for that element of not knowing what's coming to get yourself in your character's mindset. Now I just practice with others, and it seems to work well. My boyfriend practices with me. 

Pascal: Does it go well?

Belmonte: Nope. He is the sweetest. He's also an actor, got two films under his belt and two to be released this year, but I feel he's genuine in his acting, which isn't bad. Not at all, just that he acts with his heart on his sleeve. He allows himself to wear his character's emotion authentically because he hasn't differentiated the difference just yet. He is not good at lying, which is why his work is so excellent because he's giving himself away. 

Pascal: He's genuine. That's amazing; I will take notes when I see his films. 

Belmonte: He's a beautiful actor, but it's clear we have different styles. 

Pascal: Don't worry, this is just his side job. This field is yours, always has been.

Belmonte: Pedro! It's not even that. I hope he continues auditioning because he has so much potential, and I want everyone to see it as well. 

Pascal: He'd be perfect for a RomCom. 

Belmonte: He'd love that. 

Pascal: You'd love it. 

Belmonte: A true joy that would be.

Pascal: Cast him and you as the leading love interests. I'll be your father. 

Belmonte: And Oscar? 

Pascal: Your other father or a weirdly involved uncle. I don't know, we'll write him in somehow.

Belmonte: Someone, please begin with the script. 

Pascal: Contact our managers, please! Once it's ready, we're on board. 

Belmonte: You're wrapping up filming The Last of Us soon. 

Pascal: I am. It's been a great experience. The cast and crew I've had the privilege of working with had become family. It's important because you spent so much time with them and now we're all saying goodbye. I hope to see them soon or even work with them again.

Belmonte: Do you have something lined up next, or take a break and see what happens? 

Pascal: Roles aren't falling in my lap, Y/N. 

Belmonte: What!? No–

Pascal: Era una broma. Relajate. 

(It was a joke. Just relax.)

Belmonte: Pedro, I will call your mother after this. 

Pascal: No, I do like taking breaks. Sometimes I have something lined up, but this was over a year-long production. It's a series I am really proud of, and I feel like I deserve a break. You seem to go year-round. What were you working on early this year?

Belmonte: Foe in Australia with Paul Mescal, with whom I've had the pleasure of working. Finishing up the last few days of The White Lotus. 

Pascal: See what I mean, booked and busy. But you like it, I presume?

Belmonte: I love it. I love the go go go moments, but I have come to realize that I do need breaks in there. My boyfriend was a big help in developing that. I love having a reason to slow down because work is not everything at the end of the day. 

Pascal: He's got a fabulous job. 

Belmonte: It's something unique. We'll get you out to a show, promise. 

Pascal: The most important news dropped, I feel, was you being announced as Princess Irulan in the sequel of Dune. 

Belmonte: It was…it was very competitive. I thought I wouldn't get it. I was sure the call would not come, and to my shock, not to Viola, my manager; she was smug, stating she knew I was perfect for the role. We're set to begin filming at the end of summer. So I'm glad to look forward to that.

Pascal: The waiting is scary, I understand, but congratulations. The cast is already so excellent, so adding you on feels perfect. 

Belmonte: Everyone is kind, sent welcoming messages, and called me. I already feel very welcomed and am excited for what is to come. 

Pascal: What will you do now? 

Belmonte: Now? Get some lunch. My boyfriend is picking me up, you're welcome to join. We can practice his Spanish some more. 

Pascal: Well, I can't say no to that. 

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[star0mania]

Avatar: Way of Water OCs

OC 1:

{General Information}

"Kiri, leave Spider alone."

Name: Cameron "Robin" Hawkins

Name Meaning:Cameron- a hill resortRobin- a birdHawkins- Son of Hawkins idk

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Sexuality: Pansexual

D.O.B: 16th, April, 2155

Personality:-Carefree-Entertaining-Humorous-Kind-Caring-Honest-Creative-Stubborn-Spirit-like-Protective 

Likes: -Adventures

-Friends

-his pet -flying on his banshee -telling stories to the kids in the camp -Jokes

-Annoying his  sister

-helping  his mother

Dislikes:-Enemies-friends getting hurt-His necklace getting destroyed-Losing his mother and sister, the same way he lost his father -People who can't take  a  joke

Appearance:

Voice Claim:(Teen) Chad Meeks Martin  (Mason Gooding)(child) Seth Clearwater (Booboo Stewart)

Role: The Humorous bitch :D

{Features} "I'm not that tall-"

Height: (Human) 6'5 (Pandoran) 8'6

Weight: -TBA-

Tattoos: -Little white dots on  his face down  to his nose, cheeks and top  lip

Piercings:  -Ear-piercing 

Accessories:

-Seashell necklace he made with his father 

Clothes:

Weapon:a AVR-30  machine gunBow and  arrow

Clan: Metkayina Clan

{Relationships}

Father: Mouse Hawkins relationship: 10/10 Alive Voice claim: Adam Sandler 

Mother: Bonnie Hawkins relationship: 9/10 Alive Voice Claim: Salma Hayek 

Little Sister: Kira Hawkins relationship:  8/10 Alive Voice Claim: Isabela Merced

Friends: -Jake Sully -Neytiri -Kiri -Neteyam -Lo'ak

-Tuktiri -Kiara -Spider

etc.

Love Interest: Miles "Spider' Socorro

Relationship with the love interest: -TBA-

Relationship trope:Star-crossed lovers

Kids: N/A

Backstory: {WIP}

{Pets}

Banshee- Rori (male) (alive)

Oc 2:

{General Information} "My duty is to protect the clan. Even if it costs me my life"

Name: Kiara

Name Meaning:-Kiara:  Light, Clear, Kind

Gender: Female

Age: 14-15

Sexuality: Straight

D.O.B: 8th, May, 2156

Species:Pandoran

Personality:-Straightforward-Stubborn-Kind-Caring-Bossy-Honest-Sassy-Protective-Gets annoyed easily  

-Patient    

Likes: -Hunting -Caring for her sister -Friends -Protecting the clan -hanging out with Lo'ak

-Hanging with her pets

Dislikes: -Enemies -Backstabbers -waking up -seeming like she's useless -Losing her sister

Appearance:

Voice Claim: (teen) Claire Nunez- Trollhunters  (Lexi  Medrano) (child)  Nala- The Lion  King 1995 (Niketa  Calme-Harris)

Role: The Warrior

{Features} "Are you crazy? There's no way I  like him"

Height: 7'5

Weight: -TBA-

Tattoos: -Little lines and seashell on her forehead -A star on  her  left wrist

Piercings:-Ear-piercing  

Accessories: -A seashell necklace her mother made her

Clothes:

Weapon: -A wooden spear -A homemade bow and arrow

{Relationships}

Father: relationship:Deceasedvoice claim: Joseph Quinn

Mother: Mayninarelationship:Deceasedvoice claim: Sophia Carson

Sister: Juniper  relationship:  10/10 Alive Voice claim: Raegen Revord

Friends:

-Jake Sully

-Neytiri-Kiri-Neteyam-Lo'ak-Tuktiri-Robin-Spideretc.

Love Interest: Lo'ak

Relationship with the love interest: -TBA-

Relationship trope: Opposites attract 

Kids: N/A

Backstory: {WIP}

{Pets} Banshee- Randi (female) Direhorse- Earth (male)

#avatar: way of water #Ocs #Spider x OC #Lo'ak x OC

[the-wanderer16]

The last game for the team before going into international break.

Here's a little de-brief of today's match:

1. Happy to see the kids (Salma, Pina and Brugts) in the Barça XI. I think the kids need more playing time and the senior players really needed their rest.

2. Great intensity in the first half from our midfields. We kept adding on the intensity which creates waves of pressure to the opponent. This is what we were lacking in the previous match against Levante.

3. Disappointed for Caro being shut down by the Alt Madrid defenders. I can feel her frustration across the screen but her skills on the ball is world class. 🪄

4. A bit of a penalty scare after getting the first goal. Was it a right move from Bronze on that tackle; I'm a little 50-50 on that move. Lucy certainly is slower and will not be able to catch up with the Alt Madrid striker, but it was a very close call between a penalty inside or outside the box and especially without VAR, all the decisions are made by the Referee. In this case, we were lucky the penalty was given outside.

5. Greatly appreciate our very tall 'dummy' wall (Patri, Ingrid, Irene and Lucy). The shot from the opponent had the right angle but not the height. From the player's view she'd have real difficulty to gauge the curve if she wants to shoot the ball beyond the wall we built in front.

6. Again some poor decisions from the referee today. That was definitely a foul on Ingrid at the 58th sec from the opponent striker. If she had successfully scored and awarded that goal, I cannot imagine how angry and upset Ingrid would be. (Just curious, do the Liga F referees have very powerful backing in the RFEF? Seems like whenever players speaks up about them it always backfires instead.)

7. Great subs from Jona at the 62nd to add in Vicky and Mariona. This helps rotate the midfield and get some fresh legs in the box.

8. I just want to appreciate our defending work today by the midfields and back four. We were calm, collected and technical and never once fumbled even when the opponent was in our box.

9. Instead of focusing on the scoreline, I want to point out once again the team have proven that why they are top in the league table. Today's match was certainly well thought out and shows that every mistakes made or all the downsides in any games, the team comes together to acknowledge and fix them.

I am very happy with the result and enjoy the game thoroughly. I was worried for Ingrid's nose for a moment (they have to stop attacking her nose, this girl's face card cannot have a broken nose on it.)

I wish the team all the best in the upcoming international break and pray for them to stay safe in all games played 😉

#barcelona femeni #fcb femini #ingrid engen

[awesomefringey]

Do you think all this pressure and backlash is going to force Harry out? Like he’ll have to admit he’s gay/bi for it all to calm down?

No nonnie. I don’t think so.

For now, I’m waiting for those people who loved to get associated to Harry, by telling the most ridiculous stories about how he is their closest friend, held their baby, did crosswords with their grandma, saved their dog from drowning, taught their kids their first words or whatever, or those who profit beyond off of him to come forward and say something in favor of him.

Where are you all? Miley Cyrus, Nick Kroll, Ben Winston, Salma Hayek, Julie Bowen, James Corden, Lizzo, Courtney Cox, Olivia Wilde, Anthony Pham…?

Because no surprise but there’s radio silence mostly…

#ask

[wosobronze]

I do think the general mood towards Lucy’s play has been improving tbh. I think they are realising her strengths and being less critical than at the start of the season. Just throwing that out there. I actually went to the el Classico game on Sunday (it was amazing) and the fans there were literally so supportive of her and cheering every great defensive and attacking thing she did. Like really positive support. I know she had a great game on Sunday but it was so nice to see the people wearing her shirts too (saw quite a few wearing her shirt). I think twitter isn’t representative of the fans who go to games is all I’d say I’d that makes people feel better. Her friendship with Salma is super cute too. Also a man who looked in his id say mid 70’s was wearing a Walsh shirt and it was just so nice to see.

yeah, some of the haters are still very loud but overall i feel it’s calmed down a lot and i do see a lot more praise. agree, it’s important to remember that the twitter watchers aren’t the majority whatsoever and so many barça fans do love her! there’s always so many pre/post match videos where you can hear fans shouting “lucyyy” and many wearing her jersey!

omg that’s so cool you went to el clasico and glad you had a great time! was the atmosphere as good as it looks on tv, i bet it was amazing?!

[jess-p-edits]

Artflow’s take on: The Hour of Magic main characters

Snippet from Ch. 20:

The group continued on through dusk-soaked trees. Conversation slowed as the oppressive effects of the weald grew and tensions rose. Even the most amicable chatter only served to emphasize the growing distortion of senses. Even when shielded, one naturally resisted raising one’s voice the deeper they went into in an abyssal weald. 

As much as Jaisse had wished to soothe the group’s unease, she found herself shooting an arm out.

“What is it, Warden?” Salma asked.

Jaisse’s eyes were fixed on movement roughly twenty yards in front of them. A long, massive creature with dark hazel fur was coiled around a half fallen tree. It nearly blended with the forest, and had it not moved, she might never have spotted it. She felt the tension leave her shoulders when it shifted once more, and two downy paws hung down.

“It’s a stoat,” Jaisse said in a voice of calm, finding herself smiling as she watched the elongated weasel stretch out, basking in the small pinpricks of daylight as if it had been lying in a warm sun spot. 

“That’s the biggest stoat I’ve ever seen!” Godric hissed. “Is it a monster?!”

“Technically, yes. I think this one is just big. Most monsters with weasel ancestors are either really big, really fast, or both. I’ve never heard of one attacking humans.”

“There are monsters that don’t attack?” Godric breathed. 

“During the Hour, animals utilized magic purely on instinct. Most of them merely willed better chances at survival. That doesn’t always translate as being more dangerous.”

“It’s kind of cute,” Fahad said as Salma was already sketching it.

“It kind of is,” Godric chuckled. “Commander, are you seeing this?”

Jaisse turned to see Krieve had gone still, frown heavy, recoiled in the saddle. His horse’s ears were back, mirroring the unease of its rider. Krieve did a stiff double take when he noted the eyes of the group on him. “Yes, that’s….that sure is something.”

Hour of Magic Tag List:

@aschlindartroom​ @schmallisoon​ @avrablake​ @bloodlessheirbyjacques​ @creationinspiration​, @magefaery​, @tryingtimi​ , @muddshadow​ 

#Blorbo Blursday #wip: hom #I never realized Artflow has sliders now so yes I made Jaisse look as pissy as humanly possible. #Krieve's hair is a lil' more salt and pepper but this is tolerable. #Jaisse and Krieve's expressions are 90% what they look like with each other ch 3-28 #I also tried to make Salma and Fahad more twinny but I ended up liking them as they were here. #Twunk Godric was deliberate

[karamacrisk]

꒰ KIDNAPPED ꒱

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

Present day Tijuana Mexico

"So you liked the idea of being kidnapped by a man you knew who was involved in a cartel all because of your parents 'ways?" The journalist stared at Rosario bewildered on why everyone would plan their kidnapping of her.

"Yes I did. Man I don't understand why my parents wanted me to marry an abusive man and move to a completely different country leaving everything I know. I wasn't going to let this happen and I knew about Rafa and his ways but to me it was better than being married to Ryan." Rosario explained smoking her cigarette in her hand. The journalist was still not certain what to think but she agreed to her head.

"That's why I'm here." Rosario grinned.

Years before

“¿Estás loco? ¡Chicas, no podéis hacer eso!” Salma whispered yelled at her. Rosario was explaining her and Sofia’s wild plan to Salma. It was already organized and if it goes well nothing bad would come out of this.

“No, no estoy loco. Sofía y yo haremos esto esta noche.” Rosario clarified smiling at herself in the mirror. Salma shook her head and stood up snatching the brush away from Rosario.

“You can’t get involved with a man like that. I thought you were just kidding at the wedding not being serious with that.” Salma shouted the irritation was clear with Rosario’s face. She knew it wasn’t the easiest thing to understand, but she couldn’t take another day with Ryan or living this new life.

“Salma. I know I love you now you’re being paranoid. I can’t take another day with Ryan learning how to speak another language. I can’t even move away from home to start a different chapter. And I’m not planning on getting involved in the business either is Sofia. We’re just going to see Rafa not becoming his drug lord wife or something like that. I’m not ever going to do that so please calm down and understand where my situation is coming.” Rosario smiled holding on to Salma’s hand. Salma sighed and looked away nodding her head. She wanted to support her best friend in any way as possible regardless of how this kidnapping was going to turn out.

“But you only promise to come see me?” Salma laughed handing the lipstick back to Rosario who jumped up and down in excitement. Nothing was wonderful than having your best friend by your side supporting every step in you.

“Of course Salma. Promise you won’t tell anyone especially the police or my parents?” Rosario whispered quietly so that her parents don’t hear their conversation.

“I won’t tell anyone. I can’t believe you’re getting kidnapped by some narco that we just met.” Salma chuckled handing a cigarette to Rosario. She couldn’t believe it all she had to do was dressed up nice for the Christmas party and act all happy with Ryan until Rafa came in to “kidnap” them.

“Me either. But I’m definitely gonna be fine and finally free for the time of my life.” Rosario smoked her cigarette falling back into bed. It felt like her and Sofia got everything under control. She was finally getting ready to make her own decision.

“I can’t wait to see your face on the news looking all gorgeous while the handsome narco named Rafa is terrible who steal two sisters from a Christmas party.” The two best friends burst into laughter. Rosario couldn’t help but filled thrilled for tonight but also nervous knowing that anything bad could’ve happened. But again Rosario was all about taking chances which came to her future.

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Later that night

Rosario’s hands were shaky carrying her glass of champagne. She couldn’t believe she would be doing this for the first time since her sister brought up the plan she was having second thoughts. Was she really ready to just go for it? She was never the rebellious type and now she was doing the worst thing she could ever do to her parents. She knew her father would try his hardest to get his two daughters back but she knew it was either pretend kidnapping or having to marry and live with Ryan for the rest of her life.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Ryan spoke turning up to face Rosario. She faked a smile and nodded her head. She didn’t have any interest in the kids singing Christmas carols all she cared about what was going to happen.

“Are you feeling okay?” Ryan pulled her away from her family to speak in private. Rosario looked at him and then to the door where Sofia stood next to her suitor where her parents wanted to marry.

“I’m okay.” Rosario answered sipping on her tequila.

“Come here and give me a kiss.” Ryan smirked leaning down to kiss Rosario. She turned away and laughed before walking off. There was no way she would kiss him tonight and she was more comfortable being rebellious in front of her parents since it didn’t matter.

“I think I heard Sofia calling my name. I better go check to see what she wants.” Rosario lied walking over to Sofia who was already making her way downstairs.

“We need to talk.” Rosario grabbed Sofia’s hand as the choir kids began to make their way inside the house.

“What is it?” Sofia asked glancing over at her parents who stared curiously at their two daughters.

“You’re sure you want to do this? Because once we do our names will be in the media especially on the news. And not to mention Rafa are you okay with him?” Rosario whispered to Sofia.

“I brought this plan up so of course I’m ready to do this. I can’t take this anymore with you having to move away with Ryan. And Rafa is gonna help us by doing us a favor since I love him.” Sofia responded shaking the red wine in her glass.

“Okay good. It’s almost time just keep doing what you’re doing.” Rosario said walking off to where her parents remained. Sofia stood there thinking for a second. She knew that going along with the kidnapping was practically a crime and for that reason it made her feel nervous.

“Come here Rosario.” Ryan shouted across the room. She nodded her head walking back into the room where children laughed and played, the adults conversed one another, and where Rosario and Sofia kept a secret about what was going to happen to tonight.

“California is a beautiful state. You’re going to love it, it had a lot of beaches and amazing cities that we can go to.” Ryan was talking to Rosario who was clearly out of boredom. She didn’t give a damn about anything that he was saying it was all meaningless to her but finally to Rosario’s surprise a gunshot was heard throughout the entire house. Even through Rosario knew the kidnapping was going to be something crazy like the sound of the gunshot still scared her. She hurried down to her knees looking over at Sofia who smiled at her. They had to use the little to no acting skills they had to pull this properly.

“On the floor motherfuckers! On the floor are you deaf?!” Cuco shouted. Rosario didn’t recognize who he was but assumed it had to be one of Rafa’s men. She stayed put seeing all the other people screaming in fear she felt remorseful for the children but knew this had to happen tonight.

“Head down!” Rafa yelled pointing his gun. Rosario instantly recognized his voice and felt a sense of relief.

“Get down!”

“You have no idea who you are fucking with. Do you know who I’am?” Rosario and Sofia’s father stood up to confront Rafa knowing he had authority. Rosario rolled her eyes hearing her dad say such ridiculous things.

“An old man who can’t sing for shit! Get on the ground motherfucker! Let the ruling class trample! Long live…the prole…the prole-”

“Long live the revolution!” Rafa yelled pointing at his gun at the ceiling. He was determined to pull this kidnapping off with some honor.

“Look man I don’t know what you’re planning on doing. This man will bring you guys down if you try to do something.” Ryan lifted his hands up standing up to defy Rafa. Rosario shook her head at how much of an idiot Ryan was she never felt more thankful that she was leaving him. Rafa stared intensely at Ryan placing his gun at his head. Ryan swallowed the gulp in his throat and got down on his knees obeying Rafa’s orders.

“Maldito americano que no sabe hablar español.” Rafa spat on Ryan who was trembling in fear. Rosario nearly laughed but remained in the act of being a terrified innocent girl who knew nothing about what was going on.

Rafa then moved to Sofia placing his gun to her head it was all part of the act but it still made Rosario feel a bit nervous. Seeing a gun placed at your sibling’s head wasn’t something you saw everyday but she understood Rafa had it under control.

“Stand up.” Rafa urged.

“No!” Sofia shouted. Rosario watched as Cuco walked over to her and did the same thing. She felt anxious hearing the gun against her head but stayed calm knowing that she needed to act frightened so she could leave and that this kidnapping would go 100 percent smoothly.

“You get up too.” Cuco ordered Rosario glancing at Rafa who then continued to record Sofia.

“No no!” Sofia yelled.

“You get the fuck up!” Cuco then pulled Rosario up as she started to kick and scream.

“Mom, dad!” The two sisters called out for their parents who were sobbing on the ground while carrying their daughters backs.

“Let her down!” Ryan yelled grieving with anger on his face. Rosario wished she could flip him off but instead she continued screaming and kicking Cuco like she was supposed to do.

“Sofia and Rosario! Don’t take them! Please don’t take them!” Their father pleaded following them out the door. For a minute Rosario felt extremely guilty for causing this pain to her mother and father but then she remembered how they pretty much controlled her life like she was a little kid.

“Rosario! Sofia! Don’t take them please!” Their mother and father ran out of the house as Rafa and Cuco shoved them into a car. Sofia and Rosario looked back at their parents and pretended as they were bawling their eyes out and were scared for their lives.

“Mom! Dad! Help us!” Rosario and Sofia both yelled banging on the car seat seeing their parents hit the car trying to take them out, but it was no used since the car soon sped off leaving their parents horrified by what had happened.

“It’s “proletariat” idiot. You were supposed to kick the Christmas tree.” Sofia leaned back grinning over Rafa. Rosario then pulled out a cigarette. Sofia and Rafa then started to make out causing Rosario to roll her eyes. Did she actually did something that was insane she thought to herself? It didn’t feel real to her at all.

“¿No crees que merezco un puto premio por ese acto?” Rosario chuckle smoking her cigarette in peace without having to worry about her parents screaming at her and Ryan talking too damn much. It felt like she was truly in a place where she could be herself without the fear and judgment with everyone around her.

“Hiciste una maravilla.” Sofia laughed smiling at her sister. Rosario looked out the car window admiring the night sky. Everything about this turned out better than she expected it to be. She knew her parents would do anything to get their two daughters back but Rosario was more determined to never return to that lifestyle ever again no matter what they planned to do.

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Weeks went by as the news of Rosario and Sofia Conesa’s kidnapping blew up all over Mexico’s news channels. Everybody questioned where the hell the two sisters could be not understanding why Rafa would do something this foolish. Kidnapping two wealthy girls was not a great image for him or anyone else involved in the Guadalajara cartel. As promised Salma kept her promise to keep quiet even though the urge to confess everything was heavy on her mind but she would never do that to her best friend.

While all the mess was going on Rosario was having the time of her life. Rafa owned a large mansion and unlike the one Rosario and Sofia had lived in this one actually included freedom and enjoyment. Although it could be uncomfortable for Rosario to be around Sofia and Rafa she was more than pleased to be free and independent. She spent her whole days by the pool drinking and smoking cigarettes ignoring the flirtatious comments by Rafa’s men. For once she felt like an adult doing her own thing and not everything her parents wanted her to do.

“That’s not fucking good.” Rosario watched the news about her and Sofia’s whereabouts sipping on a glass of wine. Sofia then proceeded to walked over to her grabbing the remote from the sofa changing the channel. Rafa then walked behind her to wrapped his arms around Sofia’s waist to take her upstairs to his bedroom room. Rosario laughed and made her way to the backyard where she could relax next to the pool. She laid down appreciating the warm sun that hit her body and felt more calm than ever. Even with everything going on in her life, she seemed glad to be here. Anybody would think she would be begging to go home after a day but Rosario didn’t ever want to leave from here and would absolutely to do anything to stay away from her parents and Ryan.

As she laid in the hot sun the sounds of footsteps approached. Miguel Ángel took off his sunglasses confused watching Rosario near the pool. Rosario quickly sat up pulling off her sunglasses and only stayed quiet. She recognized him and was a bit worried that he had bad news. Miguel Ángel on the other hand thought Rosario looked familiar and then remembered that she had been the strange woman that accidentally bumped into him at Rodolfo’s wedding.

“Disculpe.” Rosario cleared her throat awkwardly walking past Miguel. She knew him coming over to Rafa’s house was not good and she suspected that something was going on. Rosario made her way inside seeing Rafa make his way out of the door to speak to Miguel Ángel.

“Sofia. I think I heard them talking about us. What if we had to go back home?” Rosario told Sofia who was busy pouring two glasses for her and Rafa.

“Don’t be paranoid. Rafa will figure something out. We’re Bonnie and Cyde we have each other’s backs no matter what.” Sofia giggled handing Rosario a glass. Rosario glared at her younger sister and wondered what the hell was she talking about. She didn’t care to know about what her sister and Rafa did with their free time right now she wanted real explanation.

“Sofia this is serious it’s not about the little games that you play with Rafa. I can’t go back home to mom and dad. You know that they will send me to California with Ryan once I step through that door. But you don’t get it because you’re living your Bonnie and Cyde fairytale with Rafa. At least mom and dad want you to marry the person that lives here!” Rosario shouted walking off. Sofia then proceeded to follow her but Rosario made her to the guest room she slept in and slammed the door.

Pacing around the room, she kept deliberating whether or not she would go through what she was supposed to. Thinking about going back to Ryan was something she couldn’t do. She knew once she returned home her parents would hurry to marry her off so she could be protected in the United States and the thought of it made her scream. Mexico was her home and she was going to do anything to stay away from her parents and Ryan even it meant doing something completely risky once again.

“Rafa wants talk to downstairs. He says it’s important.” Cuco knocked on Rosario’s door waiting for her to come out. Once she didn’t respond he came in without permission at all witnessing Rosario hurrying to change into decent some clothes.

“¡Sal de aquí, joder!” Rosario yelled shoving Cuco out of the room. She sighed putting on her blouse adjusting her earrings and necklace before shortly walking out ignoring Cuco’s apologies. She rushed down the stairs to see Rafa and Sofia having a conversation that didn’t looked too encouraging and upbeat like they usually were. She brushed the hair out of her face to took a deep breath and made her way downstairs.

“Rosario.” Sofia sighed running towards Rosario to hug her.

“Your father is threatening to expose the poster. The two of you need to go back home.” Rafa announced the news Rosario had threaded to hear. In the back of her mind, she knew it was likely to happen since her father would do anything to get his daughters back but she didn’t wanted it to be true. She couldn’t go back home but she knew if her sister followed up with the plan it would cause many problems between Rosario and the cartel.

She knew that was the reason Miguel Ángel had made an unexpected visit. And she also knew her and Sofia didn’t get back to her parents, her father would follow through with his threat and release everything about the cartel and the Guadalajara cartel didn’t need or want that.

“Rosario, are you even listening? We have to go back at least tonight. I’m sorry.” Sofia placed her hand in Rosario’s shoulder and made her way upstairs.

Rosario stood there in deep thoughts glancing up at Rafa who had his head held up high. He knew that she had something on her mind something that was not good but couldn’t pinpoint it so all he did was walked away from her leaving only her and Rosario’s about her.

“Do you need help to pack your bags-”

“No Cuco I’ll be fine.” And with that Rosario ran upstairs to Sofia’s room about to do something incredibly risky and could turn out regrettable in the future.

“Rosario what’s wrong?” Sofia chuckled seeing the face in Rosario. Realizing it wasn’t a joke Sofia quickly closed the door and pulled her to the large bed that was placed in the middle of the room. Rosario was silent and that concerned Sofia.

“I’m planning on running away. I’m not going back home.” Rosario confessed immediately regretting doing so. What if Sofia told Rafa? There were so many things that could result from her confessing such a thing.

“Are you insane? You have to go back Rafa even explained right in front of you that dad will be expose the cartel if we don’t go back home. You can’t run away you can get killed for that.” Sofia explained in a hush tone for nobody to hear their conversation. Rosario understood that this was dangerous, but she knew that life was all about difficult decisions like this.

“I know. But if I go back I’m going to be sent to California and I don’t want that. I know my life will be in danger, but I trust I’m going to be fine so please help me.” Rosario begged. Sofia turned away and nodded her head.

“Okay how will you do it?” Sofia asked. Rosario had been thinking of this sort unsure plan of herself. She hadn’t figured everything out but she had a basic idea of what she was going to do.

“I need you to distract Rafa. Just tell him that you want to spend one last night with him. I know it’s hard having to do this because I know you care for him. But please do this for me.” Rosario explained hoping it wouldn’t be too hard Sofia to do so. She knew that her younger sister liked Rafa and noticed that they fit together.

“Okay. I will do it. But promise me you will call once you arrive wherever you’re planning on going. And please be careful Rosario I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” Sofia said hugging Rosario. The two of them knew that this was not a good idea, and messing with a poster could potentially be the worst decision Rosario would ever make but she told herself that it would all be worth it til the end.

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Later that night

As planned Sofia had distracted Rafa while Rosario got everything she needed. Despite the amount of guilt and anxiety she had, Sofia was determined to have her sister’s plan to be successful, or else she would be able to forgive herself.

While this was happening, Rosario prepared everything she needed to leave. It wasn’t much since she didn’t take anything from her home when the fake kidnapping had occurred but she managed to get some money from Sofia and other simple necessities. All she needed to do now was the tricky part and that was the tricky part and that was passed by Rafa’s men without too much trouble. She noted how they all seemed to guard the entire house but she learned what she needed to do.

“Voy a ir a nadar a la piscina. Necesito tiempo para relajarme.” Rosario notified Cuco who seemed very skeptical of her actions. One small mistake she hadn’t realized was that she hadn’t wore clothes that wasn’t meant for swimming.

“Es demasiado tarde para nadar.” He argued, but Rosario insisted that she must go swimming in the pool before she goes back home. Finally, after the consent of begging, Cuco allows her to have the privacy she then waits until he’s out of her way.

“I’ll be back.” Rosario zipped her red sweater and checked around her surroundings carefully. She then did the most daring thing she’s ever done in the life and that was flee Rafa’s large mansion to run away to know where. It was very cold but the wind felt calming against Rosario’s face and she felt like everything was gonna be alright. Although the thought of not seeing Sofia that much hurt her she knew she would try something out. As she kept running she decided to make one last trip before getting on the nearest bus. She stopped at a nearest gas station and headed to the telephone booth to call her best friend Salma.

“Hello?”

“Salma, it’s me I’m running away I can’t go back with my parents they are going to ruin my life. I’m going to find a way to visit you and-” But before Rosario could finish her phone call she was picked up from behind and felt something strange that covered her face up. She kicked and screamed not understanding what the hell was going on. She was panicking. Was she going to be murdered right here as Salma could hear her screams for help?

“She’s coming with us. Put her inside the car.” Rafa ordered.

“Rafa what are you doing?! Let me go!”

“Rosario what’s going on?!” Salma shouted through the telephone but was disconnected once Rafa stepped on the phone the call instantly coming to an end.

“Wonderful.” Was all she heard voices she didn’t recognize that’s when she knew she was completely screwed.

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 THE RIB PAGE 

Look for it May 3: Catching Fire: The story of Anita Pallenberg. Scarlett Johansson is her voice from an unpublished memoir. 

***** 

The 96th Oscars happened! Kimmel did a great job. It felt calm and relaxed. Da’vine Joy Randolph got herself an Oscar. The usual suspects won everything with Poor Things and Oppenheimer doing quite well. Emma Stone was great in Poor Things but I was so routing for Lily Gladstone. American Fiction won best adapted screenplay. I was so happy that War is Over won and it was great to see Sean Ono Lennon and he asked the audience to yell Happy Mothers Day to Yoko!! Just about the best part of the night. Zone of interest won best International pic and it came with a controversial speech. My best dressed were Zendaya and Lily Gladstone. Other bests were Rita Moreno, Jodie Foster, Billie Eilish, Ke Huy Quan, Greta Gerwig, Florence Pugh, Issa Rae, Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos, Kirsten Dunst and Jessie Plemons, Charlize Theron, Mary Steenburgen, Jeffrey Wright, Mark Ruffalo, Tantoo Cardinal and Lupita Nyongo. America Ferrera and Brendan Fraser’s wife were like shiny book ends and I loved it. Emily Blunt and Margot Robbie looked stressed and uncomfortable. Melissa Rivers thought there was not a lot of structure on the red carpet. I disagree, thought there were too many. She was right about the ties, though.. More ties. It is not always cool with open collars. There was a lot of fabric being pulled along behind on this carpet. ** Many changed for the Vanity fair afterparty. Waiting in line to get into the party there were some more best dressed like Lindsay Lohan, Salma Hayek and Emily Blunt. ** Toward the end of the show, Scary Clown 45 weighed in and Kimmel against advice had to comment with, “Isn’t it past your jail time?”. There are now t-shirts and mugs with the line. 

***** 

Dr. Dre and Martha Reeves got their star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. ** Missionary is Dr. Dre and Snoop back after 30 years with an answer to Doggy Style. 

***** 

We are really going backwards this summer with Ghostbusters and Beetlejuice. But, I guess Retro will be the word of the season cuz they will probably be big! 

***** 

Clerks III just made me bawl my eyes out. - Tyler Lappin 

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There is a new kickoff rule in the NFL. The kicker’s teammates will now line up at the opponents 40- yard line. 

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Suffs on Broadway looks awesome with Hillary Clinton producing. 

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Jonathon Haidt is out with a book called The Anxious Generation. It is filled with alarming statistics about the smart phone age. The rewiring angle is so true. This is why I don’t have a smart phone. We must pay attention to the depression, anxiety and suicide in the world. 

***** 

The Will and Jada Pinkett Smith family charity is shutting down. Revenue has dropped drastically in the past couple of years. Journalists are looking into their donations and some are a mystery. They gave to Rebecoming and they can’t seem to be found. Smith tax info will be released soon. 

***** 

Can’t wait for Ezra with Bobby Cannavale, Robert DeNiro, Vera Farmiga, Rose Byrne and Whoopi Goldberg. Tony Goldwyn is directing. 

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There is no point in giving a gift unless one also treasures it oneself. - Madam Colette 

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RFK Jr. has chosen Nicole Shanahan as his VP. 

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Summer Blizzard flavors are here: Picnic Peach Cobbler, Ultimate Cookie and Peanut Butter cookie dough party. ** Cherry dip is back at DQ. 

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Are you creating more terrorists than you are killing? - Donald Rumsfeld 

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The British board of film classification changed the Mary Poppins and Ratatouille rating from U to PG.  

***** 

Banksy has new artwork in London that seems to be a message of environmentalism.  

***** 

Tommy is back on Broadway. 

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Krispy Kreme is coming to McDonald’s. 

***** 

The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service is tightening restrictions on imports of African elephants. 

***** 

Tori Spelling filed for divorce from Dean McDermott. 

***** 

The Black Crowes have a new album with Happiness Bastards. 

***** 

Jennifer Ehles character on Law and Order: Organized Crime is so fuckin’ good that she needs to be a regular or have her own spin off. How about Law and Order: Small Town!! I have lived in enough small towns to know that they can compete with the big city on scandal and secrets. 

***** 

Look for the Power of the heart tribute to Lou Reed CD on April 19.  Artists will include Keith Richards, Lucinda Williams, Rufus Wainwright, Roseanne Cash, Angel Olsen, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts and Rickie Lee Jones. 

***** 

Warner Brothers has sidelined Coyote Vs. Acme. The movie that Will Forte calls, “incredible”, is complete. The film with Forte and John Cena has been left on the shelf for tax purposes? Ugh! 

***** 

Why does Biden get so much shit for Afghanistan? This was Trump’s baby and Biden just carried out the time frame. I mean, they always so conveniently forget. 

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So.. The Chinese are bringing their own countrymen over here and forcing them to work on U.S. pot farms?? Why is our world filled with such heartless greed? There should be no angst involved with the weed industry. 

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Joseph Cuffari is under investigation for failing to notify congress of missing secret service text messages from Jan. 6, deleting text and a settlement with a former employee. He claims he isn’t being investigated and that he is a whistleblower. LIES! They deny deny, they create their own truths. WTF? ** Why does the one Trump judge not seem to really understand the Presidential Records Act? 

***** 

Spiritual Narcissist? What a label. 

***** 

Oregon decriminalized illicit drugs 3 years ago but are rethinking things. Unfortunately, fentanyl use has exploded which brought OD’s. The state decided to recriminalize possession last month. The bill encourages authority to refer people to treatment, though. 

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The Feds are considering changing marijuana’s place in the controlled substance act list.  

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The Eagles trial ended with a thud. Three men were charged with trying to sell stolen notes about Hotel California. Mid trial, the judge dismissed the charges after new evidence that had been withheld surfaced. Ed Sanders obtained the notes legally as he was writing a never released book about the group. 

***** 

Days alert: Greg Vaughan was hospitalized after severe altitude sickness while on vaca. ** Bring back Jen Lilley!! ** I didn’t think I would miss Nicole but I think I will. Please let the powers that be work this out. ** I miss Justin and Bonnie!** I caught a GH the other day. I hadn’t seen it in years but it seems that so many of the characters look alike. On Days, there is a lot of individuality. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. ** Is Sammy on her way home?? 

***** 

The Daytime Emmy’s are set for June 7. 

***** 

Tennessee is discussing the “Chemtrail bill”. The sponsor says that the bill only applies to geoengineering. Some environmentalists say it is conspiracy theory nonsense. Chemtrails is a conspiracy theory related to the lines of vapor coming from jet planes. The bill says that intentional injection release or dispersion by any means, of chemicals, chemical compounds, substances, or apparatus within the borders of this state into the atmosphere with the express purpose of affecting temperature, weather, or the intensity of the sunlight is prohibited.” The bill passed the Tennessee senate. ** This almost seems like a direct response to Biden’s measure of instructing the office of science and technology to work with NASA on research of climate intervention. 

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The Republicans against Trump campaign have put together $50 mil to support the 30% or so of their party. ** Recent studies have shown there is a growing distance between young people in this country. There are more and more young men that identify as republican and more and more young women that call themselves democrats. Mixed political marriage may be a thing of the past. An older group of women call themselves, “the wives of the deplorables.”  

***** 

The Ruth Bader Ginsburg women of leadership Award which last year went to Streisand has suddenly changed. The organization that gives the award, the Dwight Opperman Foundation, shortened the name to the Leadership award. The recipients are Elon Musk, Rupert Murdoch, Sly Stallone, Martha Stewart and Michael Milken. Ginsburg’s family and Streisand say they do not support those choices. The Justice’s family has no affiliation with and does not endorse these awards. - Ruth’s daughter Jane. 

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SCOTUS refused to hear the former New Mexico county official, Covy Griffin case. The Cowboy for Trump was ordered to step down from the Otero Co. Board of commissioners after he breached the Capital grounds and was convicted. It is the first time an elected official was removed from office for rebellion against the U.S. since the Civil War. 

***** 

Happy Gilmore 2? Yes, Please! 

***** 

A new prehistoric bird was discovered in China. Imparavis Attenboroughi or Attenborough’s strange bird existed 120 million years ago. It is one of the few in early cretaceous to have no teeth. 

***** 

Of course, the classified doc report from Robert Hur was shady. Hur reported about Biden being a sympathetic, well- meaning elderly man. What? The “confusion” he seemed to refer to was a mix up of a few dates which I think we could all be guilty of. The report tells us that Biden remembered many stories with no problem. In fact, Hur seemed impressed with how solid Biden’s recall was. He has a great memory. ** You appear to have a photographic memory with understanding and recall. - Robert Hur 

***** 

Why does Corey Reynolds not have a pile of Emmy’s?? He just gets better. He is sheer perfection on Resident Alien. Love him!!! 

***** 

The Pope told Ukraine to stop fighting. What? 

***** 

Biden has approved air drops of aid into Gaza. Air drops are the most expensive and least effective way to help. Hey Israel: Stop blocking aid to Gaza! He whispered at the SOTU that Netanyahu will have a “come to Jesus moment.” BTW, State of the Union was awesome. Weak? Confused? I don’t think so. He was wired! Let’s hear more about 3% inflation, low unemployment, the chips act and see the real faces of abortion and IVF restrictions. And so glad that he mentioned the Freedom to vote act. And why did MTG look like a Wal Mart greeter? And why is she shying away from questions about her space lasers? And why is she so rude when others are talking? No manners whatsoever, it was as if she was raised by well, wolves would have done a better job. And Mike Johnson looks so unpleasant. Why does he seem to hate some of us? We haven’t done anything to him. Let’s be proud of America and all that it is and can be. And why do some take credit for an infrastructure bill they voted against? I am so glad that Biden mentioned that. I have been saying that for months. And why won’t people applaud for the education of children? I understand the usual party in charge applauds and the other side sits on their hands but c’mon!! **Steven Nikoui was arrested for shouting at Biden. He and others say, “ Biden never honored those killed at the Abbygate in Kabul. Last year, the President put out a statement mourning the lives of the service members and civilians killed in the horrific terrorist attack. **  George Santos was there. Can’t seem to truly get rid of him. He says that he will run again as an independent. Clarence Thomas was not there. I see the big guns are really starting to speak out. Max Brooks gave us all a great list to appreciate all that Biden has done for this country. He compares the President to FDR. There are policies in place that will benefit us for many years to come. It is time to quit fucking around. I am sure we will see more and more humans with actual brains make their case. ** Some voters say the Biden administration is just nothing. What? Infrastructure? Ever improving economy?  Sustainable energy? We will see the residual effects of all this administration has done for years. Nothing? 

***** 

Rebuttal: What a joke! If some had not heard of Katie Britt before, they sure have now. Republican woman in the kitchen is sort of the perfect statement on the conservatives. She told a specific, horrific sex trafficking story to make Biden look bad. The story took place in Mexico and was during the Bush administration. ** Katie Britt is so bad that she couldn’t be in one of my movies. -Tom Arnold ** Well, that Katie Britt experience was.. Experimental. - Michael Steele ** I guess Katie Britt just failed her VP audition. Godawful! -Roger Stone ** Sen. Katie Britt says that sexual assault is the worst thing that can happen to a woman while encouraging Americans to vote for a convicted sexual predator. - Shannon Watts 

***** 

Marjorie Taylor Greene filed a motion to oust Mike Johnson, but will she pull the trigger? 

***** 

Marjorie Taylor Greene: America’s most embarrassing cousin. - Bill Maher ** She is the true white trash of our country. ** It’s St. Patrick’s Day when Lauren Boebert jerks off a leprechaun. - Bill Maher ** Maher fired CAA after 20 years. ** Not sure what to think about Kara Swisher but she did call out Maher on his Elon crush. 

***** 

Did I see Nicholas Braun as Andy Kaufman for the SNL movie?? 

***** 

When I saw an ad for the new horror, Immaculate, I was sure that it was an Agnes of God remake. 

***** 

We celebrated the NAACP Image Awards. My best dressed were Kerry Washington, Keke Palmer, Sheryl Lee Ralph, Andra Day, Ava Duverney and Misty Copeland. Winners included Victoria Monet, Brandee Younger, Mike Epps, Quinta Brunson and Colman Domingo.  New Edition was put in the Hall of Fame and Usher was entertainer of the year. 

***** 

There is a Waltons cookbook in the works!!!!!!! 

***** 

I usually have a pretty good annoyance with tv ads but I so loved this Wal Mart/ Dino ad. So cute! 

***** 

Kamala Harris toured a Planned Parenthood clinic. Goos for you, VP. 

***** 

Tony Goldwyn had big shoes to fill when he replaced Sam Waterston on Law and Order but it is a perfect fit. 

***** 

History is full of the errors of states and Princes. -Ben Franklin 

***** 

10 years after the water crisis in Michigan, Flint residents have got $0 of the $626.25 mil fund for the lead in their water. Lawyers have gotten their $47.9 mil. 

***** 

Nikki Haley is out. She did take Vermont.  Jason Palmer is out. He did beat Biden in American Samoa. Bloomberg won that territory in 2020. Dean Phillips is out. 

***** 

Rupert Murdoch is engaged to Elena Zhukova.  

***** 

Gov. Abbott in Texas and those crazies have taken over Eagle Pass and the citizens living there are not too happy about it. A local Republican rep says “wetback” for the cameras and does not think twice. 

***** 

Mark Robinson is running for N. Carolina Gov. He is proudly anti- homosexual, trans, Beyonce (satanic), Martin Luther King (communist), Parkland school shooting victims (spoiled little bastards). Yikes! 

***** 

The USPS has unveiled their new Betty Ford stamp which goes on sale April 15 for 68 cents. Looking forward to the Dungeons and Dragon stamps which have no release date yet. 

***** 

An independent investigator cleared Police in the Uvalde shooting. 

***** 

New Jersey’s Jose Uribe pled guilty to 7 charges including conspiracy to commit bribery, wire fraud, obstruction of justice and tax evasion.  It is alleged that he gave Sen. Bob Menendez’s wife a car. He could face 95 years but is cooperating. The indictment says the Senator helped Uribe by trying to persuade prosecutors to go easy on associates. ** Sen Bob Menendez and his wife Nadine have been charged with obstructing justice. 

***** 

In the fake elector plot, Kenneth Chesebro pled guilty in Georgia’s RICO case. People seem to think this can’t happen here but here it is. Stop screwing over your fellow citizens!! ** Hate democracy?? Love dictators?? If ya’ll want to be in Russia so bad, GOI!!!! They have the system that the red hats seem to want. Don’t turn America into Russia, go there! Reagan must be rolling over in his grave. **  

***** 

Chuck Schumer asked for new leadership in Israel.  

***** 

Two men pled guilty to shooting and killing 3 wild donkeys with AR- style rifles in the Mojave Desert. They will be sentenced in July. 

***** 

Sexual assault news: Former Mormon Bishop, John Goodrich, was arrested on felony child sex abuse charges. ** Oh Yeong Su was convicted of sexual misconduct. 

***** 

Tik Tok ban? Is it wrong? What does Jeff Yass have to do with all this? After he visited Trump, suddenly Trump wants Tik Tok to stay.  

***** 

Archeologists in Egypt found the top half of a statue of Ramses II. The bottom was found in 1930. 

***** 

Australia grew the biggest blueberry ever at 20.4 grams. 

***** 

Pierce Brosnan pled guilty to trespassing off of a Yellowstone trail. He was fined $1,500.00. 

***** 

The RNC has elected Michael Whatley and Lara Trump as the new leaders. Some are calling it a mob like takeover. The first thing they did was to lay off most of the staff. They are told to reapply. They also ended the minority outreach program. ** They say the Trump legal bills come to about $230 thou a day.  The money has to come from somewhere and Lara Trump vowed to use the RNC money for her father –in- law. The down ballet races need to fend for themselves because if they defend and save the head of the snake, they will all be alright, I guess.?  

***** 

Kari Lake did not contest her statements in a defamation lawsuit in Arizona. She seems to just want to leave it behind her. 

Some say that Trump should have a VP apprentice. Tulsi Gabbard is in the mix as a VP pick. Her Father, Mike Gabbard is one of the longest serving Dem Senators in the Hawaii legislature. He established the non- profit, ‘Stop promoting Homosexuality.’ Tulsi worked for the anti-LGBTQ organization. So, of course, Trump is interested. She has played both sides, just like him. 

***** 

The laughing stock of the country does not have enough lawsuits so he sued George Stephanopoulos for defamation.  

***** 

Rep. Mike Gallagher of Wisconsin will step down in April, ahead of the end of his term in January. This will bring the house Republicans to a 1 point difference with the Dems. Gallagher introduced the bill to ban Tik Tok. 

***** 

Robert Telles, former Clark Co. Public administrator in Vegas is on trial for killing reporter Jeff German. The trial was postponed as they wait for the State Supreme Court to decide if German’s cell phone and computer were protected from disclosure. 

***** 

Princess Kate has cancer. The Press finally shut up about it. 

***** 

Rod Blagojevich tried to reverse a ban on his return to public life. Every shady character will try it now, thanks to Scary Clown. “No. Just go.”- Judge Seeger 

***** 

Sandy Hook never happened. They’re all actors. - Aaron Rodgers** This is a possibility for VP, along with Jesse Ventura for RFK Jr. I guess this all we need to know. 

***** 

CVS and Walgreens now have Federal certification to dispense mifepristone for medical abortions. It is rolling out in Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New York, Pennsylvania, California and Illinois. 

***** 

Alaia Baldwin Aronow was arrested in Georgia for simple assault, simple battery, battery and criminal trespassing. This included throwing a used tampon at a female staff member. This happened just after Father Stephen Baldwin posted a message asking for prayers for his other daughter, Haley and her hubby Justin Bieber. 

***** 

Former WWE wrestler, Billy Jack Haynes was charged with murder in his wife’s death. 

***** 

The DOJ is giving a full investigation to Boeing. 

***** 

Dr. Phil has a new network, Merit Street Media and will host Dr. Phil Primetime.  

***** 

Reporter Steve Baker was arrested by the FBI and charged with knowingly entering or remaining in any restricted building or grounds without lawful authority. He was also charged with disorderly and disruptive conduct in a restricted building or grounds, disorderly conduct in a capitol building and parading, demonstration or picketing in a Capitol building. 

***** 

Regular church goers have dropped to under 50%. What other ways can we get together as a community? 

***** 

Why is Alabama’s murder rate 3 times higher that NY? And why do conservatives always talk about crime in NY? 

***** 

France has made an abortion a constitutional right. 

***** 

Liberty University will pay $ 14 million in fines for ‘failure to disclose information’ about crimes on campus and treatment of sexual assault survivors under the Clery act. The facility put itself out there as one of the safest. LIES!! Many sexual assault victims were scared to report and when they did, victims were blamed. The University acknowledged incorrect statistical reports and often warnings and emergency notifications were not sent. The schools net assets are $3.5 billion. Liberty settled a lawsuit in 2022 by 12 women on the unsafe environment and mishandling cases of sexual assault. 3 years ago, Falwell Jr. And the U have filed lawsuits against each other. 

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Trump hates leap year. He thinks it is a woke plot to make black history month longer. -Bill Maher ** Isn’t it strange that they always talk about Trump and the working class. We all know it is the prejudice, the racist faction that support him. ** The Republican agenda is 800 pages long. They speak about downsize and change but their 800 pages makes it clear that it is business as usual. The main difference is that they promise to fire hundreds of government employees. The Heritage Foundation is signing up loyalists at rallies to take their place. This country would become a Trump enterprise and we all know how well his businesses are run. ** Scary Clown 45 is taking credit for a 2014 Veterans bill that Obama signed. He also claimed that leaders in ISIS call him, “your highness.” ** Traitor + President= Tresident.  

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Brian Butler is the 20 -year Trump employee that is giving testimony in the documents case.  He claims they were moving boxes as the Feds were looking for them. ** Word is that there may be less Trump rallies as they use all the $ for lawyers. ** The hush money trial was delayed because of new evidence. Manhattan asked for this a year ago and just now got it. ** A California Judge has recommended disbarring John Eastman, a Trump lawyer that challenged the 2020 election results. 

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Police in Mississippi who called themselves the Goon Squad were sentenced. In 2023 the group beat, shocked and sexually assaulted 2 black men for hours. One of the men was shot but they survived. 3 of the 6 also pled guilty to a separate incident. The Sheriff of Rankin County has a $400mil lawsuit against him for failure to properly train the officers. 

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James Carville is at it again. He tells us that Trump literally stinks. Is that why they are drawn to him. Are these just a bunch of stinky minions? 

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133 people were killed in a Moscow Concert Hall and ISIS took credit for it.  

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Will Trent just gets better!! 

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So, NBC hires the election denier, Ronna McDaniel and then fires her after the other talking heads freak out. Figures it is NBC. Why is it always NBC?  

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Fani Willis will stay on the case in Georgia. Her acquaintance is off the case. 

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Will the Supreme Court give Presidents complete immunity? What will Biden do with the power? 

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Kyrsten Sinema won’t run for reelection. 

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Trump is a snake oil salesperson. If they were having his (Biden) wake and it was him V. Trump and he was being given last rites, I would still vote for Joe Biden. - Mark Cuban 

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Trump: He’s so fucking stupid. He’s a fucking moron. - Robert DeNiro 

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We need a better education system in this country since people can’t seem to see what is real. RFK Jr. and Trump yell about the truth all the time and they seem to be the biggest liars I have ever seen. ** Scary Clown 45 won the golf club championship and the senior club champion. He is amazing. 

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Red Bull Racing boss, Christian Horner was investigated after accusations of misconduct. He was cleared but things seem to keep escalating. Team members are threatening to leave and leaked e mails of inappropriate behavior. 

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The Freaky Friday sequel is on the way. 

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Oprah told the world that Steadman eats Octopus and Okra every morning.  

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Elon Musk was interviewed for Don Lemon’s new show and then Musk cancelled it .** Musk seems worried about AI being too woke. ** Musk and his right -wing cohorts now seem to think there is a Haitian cannibal invasion. 

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The pillow guy is begging for 100% of your money.  

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R.I.P. David Culhane, Iris Apfel, Moscow concert hall victims, Janice Burgess, Amnon Weinstein, Thomas Stafford, Martin Greenfield, Rockford stabbing victims, Dorie Ladner, Peter Anthony Morgan, Kenneth Mitchell, Micheline Presle, Akira Toriyama, Ohio tornado vicims, Byron Janis, David Seidler, Dan Wakefield, David Breashears, Richard Serra, Marjorie Perloff, Francis Scott Key bridge collapse victims, Jerry Foley, Max Hardy, Steve Harley, Michael Culver, Roni Stoneman, Bud E.S. Lamareaux III, Richard Truly, Jim Beard, Malachy McCourt, Eric Carmen, Robyn Bernard, David Mixner, M. Emmet Walsh and Steve Lawrence.