#idek WHAT this is tbh

[samkerrworshipper]

las 15.

mapi leon x reader, alexia putellas x reader (platonic)

warnings: the spanish federation ick

erm look at me posting something 😮 anyways enjoy haha i kinda hate it but need to feed yall somehow

“You need to be aware of the consequences of what could happen if you sign this document.”

You stared down at the mahogany surface of your lawyers desk, it was dark, sanded, smooth and shiny. Contemporary, but it also looked old, like a heirloom. It distracted your from the non stop drawl.

“I don’t care, I’m signing it.”

Your eyes travelled along the surface, lookinbg at the different waves of wood and the way that the dark colours marbled together.

“The RFEF could come for you, they could try and take your license. You might not compete at the world cup, the press will come for you, Vilda will come for you, Barca could reduce your playing time, it could be the end of your career. There are other negatives.”

You’ve thought about all of them of course, how could you not?

“I’ve already said it, I don’t care. Let them come for me, let them do whatever they want. I am done with it all. Fourteen other players have signed it, no? I will be the fifteenth and that is final.”

You weren’t a big fan of your lawyer, he was old and money oriented. He also didn’t have your best interest in mind, his sole focus was earning you as much money as possible, which had been fine up until today.

“So what? You plan to be the best in the world and never play international football again? This will ruin your career, it will put an end to the Ballon D’or campaign, it will change things for you, you can’t just do this because your girlfriend does it as well, this will be detrimental for you.”

The wood grooved at the edges, flattening out and curving so the edges weren’t too sharp.

“I refuse to stand by and submit myself to abuse. That’s what happens every time I go to that place, every time I go to camp I submit myself to abuse, torture, horrific conditions. The fact that you would even dare imply that I would do this for anybody but myself is preposterous. I am better than the condition I am being subkmitted to, I deserve better than to be objectified and treated as if I am dirt on that man’s shoe and I refuse to be treated as such. I have standards for myself and the people around me and I refuse to live by these for much longer. I’ll draft up the letter, I’ll send it to you for editing purposes and once your done you will send it to the RFEF, consequences be damned. You should be glad that I lasted two more windows then everyone else, honestly I’m ashamed that I didn’t do this earlier, but I’m ready to take a stand with everybody else now. I don’t want to play in a World Cup if it means this is how I will live my life.”

You looked up at your lawyer, hoping the fire burning in your soul was reflective in your eyes.

“This is a bad decision, you are thinking with your heart and not your head, this is unlike you.”

You pulled your eyes from the mahogany, standing up from your seat slowly.

“No, I’m thinking with my own interests, not yours, not my managers, not my bank accounts. I’m thinking with my mental health, my emotional health and my physical health. For the first time in my life I am taking time to focus on myself, so tyeah maybe it’s unlike me, but I’d like to think this might be the a better version of me, I’ll email you my letter, all you havr to do is forward it, if it’s such a struggle don’t even bother reading it, I don’t care what you have to say, I’m legally obligated to make you aware of any contractual issues so here I am. Give a fuck, don’t give a fuck, it doesn’t change anything for me, I’ve made my decision and nothing or nobody will make me change my mind.”

You didn’t wait around to hear what he planned to say in rebuttal, exiting the stuffy office as quickly as your legs would allow.

You made it to your car before you felt the tears flooding down your face. Even now, even after you’d tried to speak out you still felt like you were being silenced, like nothing had changed. That’s why you were doing what you were doing, why you knew this was what you needed to do. It didn’t make it any easier though, knowing that no matter what choices you made, even if they were for the good of you there were still going to be people around you who condemned them.

You were supposed to be at training, but you’d taken the day of to finalise all this bullshit. It was frustrating, knowing that the choices you were making for the good of yourself could end up being harmful to your career in a multitude of ways, it was all so fucking hard.

Everybody was at training, and yet here you were balling your eyes out in the carpark of your stupid fucking lawyers office.

If you hadn’t hit rock bottom at the last camp, the this was it, this was your final straw.

It was all too much, you’d been holding out for too long, but the mixture of the other 14 girls refusing to come back and Alexia’s injury had been enough of a motivation for Vilda to try and ruin your life. It had started with extra training after your sessions, then sessions in the mornings, then separating you from the rest of the team, limiting your diet, gym sessions, changing your schedules to everybody elses, punishing you for nothing, treating you like you were a slave to the Spanish Women’s team.

You were the best midfielder they had, excluding Alexia, and she was hurt, you were the scapegoat for the team, you were responsible for the wins and the reason for the losses.

You knew that with your leave, somebody else would end up taking your role, probably Aitana who was far to young to deal with that kind of pain, and you felt bad, you felt more guilty than you thought possible, but you couldnt do it for any longer, you couldn’t act like it wasn’t killing you on the inside for every second that you spent away with those people.

You hated it, you hated feeling like nothing, you hated feeling worthless, you hated living your life like it was pointless, you couldn’t do it for any longer, not when you were giving up every single part of yourself to keep yourself together.

You couldn’t stay how you were, crying in the drivers seat of your car milling over the memories of your last camp, you needed to leave, needed to go somewhere, needed to talk somebody.

Before you really knew what you were doing you’d started driving, letting the tears drip onto your lap and the steering wheel as you frantically drove your way through the city.

You couldn’t be alone, but you also couldn’t handle all the eyes of your teammates, so you drove to the one other place that you could think of where you hoped somebody would be.

You tried your hardest to wipe the tears from your face, but they kept falling, the sleeve of your shirt getting damper by the second as you tried to wipe up the evidence of your breakdown. It was useless, and eventually you gave up, stepping out of your car and ducking your head as you walked towards the lift and navigated your way through the apartment building.

The person you were looking for didn’t answer the door, instead you were put face to face with Olga.

“Hola chica, Ale didn’t tell me she was expecting visitors.”

You bit down on your lip, tapping your foot against the floor as you peeked around Olga, searching for the person you were seeking out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t tell her, I can go home, I know she’s been busy with her rehab, I don’t even know how I ended up here.”

Olga tugged at your arm before you could spit anything else out, tugging you through the door and closing it from behind you.

“Nonsense chica, you’re very welcome here, Alexia is sitting out on the balcony doing her exercises, she’ll be more than happy to have your company, just head on through, your always welcome here.”

You nodded at Olga, smiling at her as much as you could with your lip still stuck between your teeth.

“Thank you, thank you so much, I really appreciate.”

You tried to ignore the tears that were still dripping down your face, it didn’t feel like you were crying, even though you were, it more felt like you were shedding a layer of yourself, the layer that was holding all of the trauma that you’d been holding in, like it was your way of getting rid of it all.

Alexia’s apartment was meticulously clean as ever, but you spotted her out in the sun easily.

She was standing outside, in a pose similar to ones you did in your yoga sessions.

She looked at peace, like she was calm, like she was serene, the complete polar opposite to how you felt and you really didn’t want to burden her with your problems, but you were here now anyways.

You tiptoed over to the glass sliding door, pushing it open, causing Alexia’s head to peak up at you. She looks at you with curiosity, but doesn;t move, instead her head nods you towards one of the outdoor lounges beside her, which you beeline for.

She stays in her position as she addresses you.

“The appointment with your lawyer didn’t go well then?”

You did a double take as you stared at Alexia, shocked at the information she’d somehow managed to obtain.

“You don’t take me for a idiota do you? Mapi told me you had a appointment you were keeping quiet about this morning, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out who it must have been with, considering recent events. Although your girlfriend wasn’t smart enough to work it out herself.”

Alexia stayed in her stretch, looking at you as if to prompt you to tell her more.

“Yes, I had a appointment with my lawyer, Alexia.”

Alexia smirked to herself, she was one of the most obersvanet people you knew, nothing got by her, you weren’t all that surprised to find out that this hadn’t.

“You’ll be joining the group then?”

You hadn’t really comes to terms with it, let alone saying it out loud.

“That’s the plan, should be official by tomorrow.”

Tears were still dripping down your face, you couldn’t find yourself caring though.

“Good for you. You deserve better, we all deserve better, may we all hopefully make a change.”

Alexia wasn’t officially a part of the movement, but she was everyway besides a signature as equally involved as everybody else.

“It just feels like i’m letting the team down, that I’m letting everyone down.”

Alexia nodded at you, finally coming out of her stretch and walking over to sit down next to you.

“You’re doing what’s good for you chica, your doing something that is going to make you happier, that is going to make your life better. Nobody else matters beyond that, trust me.”

Alexia looked at you, like she was genuinely struggling to help you out in the moment. She had been your mentor at Barca for forever, you seeked out her advice more than anybody elses, especially in this moment.

“I don’t know how to do it anymore, it’s like he was trying to ruin my fucking life, like his whole purpose for everyday was to make my life a living hell, and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t walk around camp acting like it was fine, I couldn’t smile at cameras and talk to the press and tell them about how great I was feeling when it was all lies, all I wanted to do was leave, or sleep, or die, all because of his and his staff. They were hardly feeding me, hardly letting me sleep, hardly giving me a break and expecting me to perform at the same level as everybody else, if not better. I just couldn’t do it anymore Ale, it was too much.”

Alexia’s arm placed itself on your knee, squeezing your covered skin.

“You shouldn’t have to, you needed to leave and you did, you made the right decision chica, you made a impossible decision that will make your life 100 times easier, it doesn’t make you weak, it makes you so incredibly brave for being able to identify that you were being treated wrongly and that you needed to remove yourself from that space.”

The tears kept falling, your pants were slowly becoming soaked with the raw emotion.

“Mapi did it because of the abuse, because she had a legitimate reason, I’m leaving because they worked me a little bit harder than everybody else, it feels like I’m overreacting.”

You could feel Alexia rolling her eyes from beside you.

“Really? Has Mapi told you that?”

Mapi had told you that you deserved the world, you deserved everything you wanted, you deserved to be treated like a queen, not how the RFEF was treating you. She’d told you the decision was yours, that she would support you no matter what you did, but she’d also told you that after every camp you came back with a little bit less of yourself, that Vilda was stripping parts of you away to use at his mercy.

“It’s not the same thing, Patri, Pina, Mapi, they all have good reasons, they’ve all been hurt, Vilda is just trying to make me better, trying to make me worthy.”

Alexia’s hand squeezed tighter.

“You’re lying to yourself and you know it. As long as he is in charge, you aren’t going to get treated how you deserve, none of us are. We’ve all paid our dues, yet they don’t give a shit, they break us all down until we’ve got nothing left to give. They broke me down until I did my acl, if you hadn’t of left they would have done the same to you. It’s nonstop, even if it isn’t the same kind of abuse as Mapi, it’s still abuse, they still rip out every part of you in the process. Each time you come back you have less of yourself to offer, but they keep taking, and taking, they make us feel nothing. It’s a waste, it’s a waste of the wonderful life we’ve all been gifted. We deserve to be happy, we deserve to be free of the pain.”

You nodded your head, you’d been avoiding telling Mapi about all of this. You were conscious that she was still working through a lot of her own trauma, and you didn’t want to reopen scars that were only just beginning to heal.

“I don’t know what to do Ale, I sign the papers, I write the letters and I’m taking a stand, I’m trying to make a change. I stay, I wreck it all, but I keep my career. It feels like I’m at a crossroads with myself, and I can’t talk about it weith Maps because god forbid shes already been through enough with her own struggle through it all, she doesn’t need me on top of that.”

Alexia stood back up, getting back onto her mat and pushing herself into another stretch, all whilst she maintained eye contact with you.

“Mapi’s talked to you about her struggles, si? She’s burdening you with her own problems, yet it doesn’t feel that way, because you love her and you’d do anything to make her pain less. I guarantee she’d feel the exact same way. You’ve been through a lot, none of us will ever be able to completely comprehend what you’ve been through, but if you started talking to your loved ones about it we’d be able to support you better. Or a therapist, I know Barca has been giving you sessions, but I mean a real psychologist, not just a person who tells you that you need a day off. You need somebody to help you, to actually make you feel like you deserve better than how they treated you, because I know that you know that but I don’t think you really believe it.”

The tears were slowly coming to a standstill, slipping less frequently down your face as Alexia talked to you.

“I don’t want to make her hurt any more than she already has.”

Alexia just looked at you, with that double eyebrow raise and little crinkle in her forehead.

“If you think that Maria wouldn’t do anything for you, even if it meant sucking every single inch of pain from your body and putting it into hers, she would do it and she would do it with a smile on her face. Her whole world, her whole solar system revolves around you and she’d want you to talk to her about this. She knows better than anybody else what you’re experiencing, she’s literally been where you are, so why not talk to her about it?”

It was true, for as long as Mapi and you had been together she’d tried to fix every single thing, she would do anything to make you feel better, this didn’t feel the same though.

“She deserves to live in a world where Vilda, where the RFEF, don’t affect her anymore. She signed the petition, she’s cleaned her hands of it all, and I should have done it with her, but I didn’t. I chose to keep playing for the benefit of my career, because I was greedy and decided that a Ballon D’or and any kind of accolade I was a shot at was more important then taking a stand and I hate it. I hate that now that I’ve won things that suddenly it’s all hit me that I don’t like what’s been happening, and I don’t want to support it. Mapi doesn’t deserve to go through it a second time, all because I was greedy.”

Alexia switched sides on her stretch, the sun was radiating off of her olive skin and her blonde hair, she looked ethereal.

“Have you told her anything about it?”

Alexia was frowning, like she was shocked by your actions.

“She knows that I was struggling at camp, she told me I was welcome to talk to her. After the last one she knew something had changed, she told me she was worried and I shook her off, because I thought she was being overprotective, but she was right, she had reason to be worried, I wasn’t okay. I’m not okay, i don’t know how to process it all.”

Alexia nodded.

“Go home, tell her what’s happening, see what she says, I think it’ll be a lot better than whatever you’ve thought up. Mapi has been my bestfriend for years, she’s dated my sister, she’s dated my friends and I can confidently tell you that she loves you more than any of them, you’re her do or die, all she’ll want to do is support you, please just go and talk to her.”

Alexia looked at you with such conviction and honesty that you couldn’t find it in you to try and fight her on the topic.

“Thank you Ale, I needed this, I needed to talk to somebody, needed to feel less crazy.”

Alexia did one last stretch before standing up, pulling you into a tight hug before you could pull away.

“You’re not crazy chica, you’re going through a very real, very hard time, and you deserve to have the people around you show you how much they love you.”

Alexia let go of you, shoving you back towards the door.

“Go talk to your girl, and sign those papers, and be happy, enjoy life, enjoy peace. You deserve it, chica.”

You nodded into Alexia’s shoulder, letting go of her and slipping back into her apartment, leaving her to get back to her stretching.

You shivered when you spotted Mapi’s car already parked in her spot. You knew you’d be cutting it close with getting home earlier then her, but you’d held a silent hope that you would be the first home. You hesitated to exit your car, scared of what the inside of your apartment held. You weren’t scared so much, more a little bit tentative of the conversation that you were about to have, knowing that it could majorly impact your relationship. In your heart, you knew that Mapi would love you no matter what, but it didn’t calm the nerves inside of you as you pulled your keys from the ignition, pulled out the papers that your lawyer had given you and exited your car.

The whole walk from your car, to the elevator and then down the hallway to your apartment had your heart thrumming inside of your chest. Your hands were quite literally shaking as you pushed your key into the door.

You toed your shoes off at the door, slotting them down beside the door before slowly walking your way through the entrance. It wasn’t hard to find Mapi, she was right in front of you, sitting down at the island bench, patting Bagheera and eating a post training salad. You knew that there was one meant for you still sitting on the shelf of your fridge, from when the two of you had meal planned yesterday. She looked so undisturbed, with the afternoon light coming in through the gaps in the blinds and the general silence that you were about to break.

You announce yourself by slinging your bag down against the wall, a loud enough noise that seems to wake Mapi from her happy daze.

She smiles as soon as her eyes set on you and it only makes the weight in your gut feel ten times heavier and the pain in your heart ten times worse.

You wanted to turn around and walk right back out the door you’d just walked through, but you couldn’t, not with the way that Mapi looked at you, like her whole day had been made by your appearance.

“Hola bebita, how was your meeting?”

Mapi’s smiling ear to ear, quite literally, you swear you can see every single one of her teeth. It had hurt you to lie to Mapi about where you were going today, telling her that you’d had a crucial appointment with your manager about some media things, it wasn’t a direct lie. You had met with your manager, instead of it being positive though, it had been quite the opposite.

You didn’t have any words to reiterate to Mapi, so instead you just picked up the papers that were tucked away in your hands and placed them down on the island infront of her.

Mapi looked at you with confusion for a few seconds.

“Just read them, you’ll understand it more once you have.”

Mapi didn’t hesitate, picking up the first piece of paper and scanning over it, before moving onto the second, then the third and so on, till she’d made it through the entire stack.

You stood anxiously on your toes the whole time, balancing from one foot to the other as you contemplated how Mapi was going to reply to this sudden change.

When she did finish, she looked up at you, a lot of questions hidden behind her curious eyes.

“I’m resigning, or requesting they don’t call me up. I don’t want to play for a federation that doesn’t care about me. I’m sorry I didn’t do it earlier, but I wasn’t ready and I’m sorry I’m bother you with it now but I’m also sorry I didn’t tell you about it earlier, I met with my lawyer for the first time today to sign the documents and write my statement. If it all goes to plan then they should be out in the next week. I don’t want to do it anymore, I can’t do it anymore, I’m sorry.”

Mapi blinked a few times, like you’d just blindsided her completely, and you figured you had.

“I didn’t even really know it was happening until after last camp, and I just realised that I was so exhausted and so tired and so sick of it all that I couldn’t do it again. I should have done it earlier, I should have been a part of it all from the start but I was scared and I still am scared Maps. This is supposed to be my job, I’m supposed to be grateful for the opportunities I’m given and yet I feel like I’m a fraud and I’m lying when I say that because I’m not grateful and I’m not happy and I can’t do it anymore, I just can’t. I’ve been praying every night that I get injured, so that I get a break like Ale, and I don’t want to feel like that anymore.”

Mapi just stood up and pulled you into her arms, silencing the rambling and making you realise that you were now crying again.

She slowly led you towards the couch, bringing you into her arms as you tried to take control of yourself.

It felt like every piece of anguish, every piece of fear, every piece of internal hatred was slowly being pulled from your body and it felt so good, like you were somehow being healed.

Mapi wiated until you were coherent enough, until you felt more resurfaced, and less like the bloodn was rushing through your ears and every though of self-doubt was spirally through the different ridges of your brain.

“Princesa, you’ve made this decision for you, si? Not because of me, not because of anybody else, because you believe this is best for you?”

You nodded into her chest, enjoying the feeling of your own skin pressed directly to hers.

“I’m sick of them making me feel this way Maps, I don’t like it, I don’t think it’s right.”

Mapi’s body was surrounding you, her scent, her feel, her everything, and it was all you’d needed today, everything that Alexia had assured you would make you feel better.

Mapi’s salad was forgotten on the counter.

Bagheera was somewhere else.

It was just the two of you, just the two of you to face everything.

“We’re put into boxes, as women, men try to make us be everything and yet nothing. It’s not right, we’re expected to be as good as the men, but we have to behave eloquently, say our pleases and thank yous and never be ungrateful for the piss poor conditions we put up with. We’re supposed to be passionate, but we’re not allowed to over react in any way. We can only underperform, not overperform. There are no expectations for us, because we’re women and we’re supposed to be worse than the men, but they’re are also so many expectations for us to meet. It’s okay for you to be done with that, there is nothing wrong with you saying no to constantly being abused. You’re not a fraud bebita and I’m here for you no matter what. You’re my girlfriend first, a person second and a soccer player last. It doesn’t matter, none of it matters, you matter, you’re feelings and how you feel is what matters.”

Mapi’s hand pulled your head from her neck, her lips connecting with your forehead with ease.

“I’m not doing it anymore Maps. I want to be strong, I want to say no. I want to be a part of the right side of history. I don’t want to sit around pretending everything’s fine when it’s not fine. It’s nowhere near fine and until there is a change it won’t be.”

Mapi nodded, pressing a series of kisses to your forehead.

“Then we’ll work it out, you’ll keep me in the loop and we’ll figure it out together, no more hiding these big feelings from me. We’ll go and see our therapists and take soe time off and do whatever you need to feel safe and happy, because what matters is you, nobody else, si?”

You nodded your head once again, enjoying the same smile that her face was covered in. her lips migrated down to your cheeks, pressing kisses to the rosiest parts, pushing the tears away.

“I’ve got you bebita, we’ve got each other, we’re going to be fine, we all are.”

[dykes4timrand]

“i’m too smart to join a cult i’d be fine” you’re too smart for the evil amulet to corrupt you too. the amulet loves you, my liege, put on the amulet

[earththings]

[realmythsmoved]

I've been thinking lately and I think if they do end up putting Eloise with Philip (in the Bridgerton show), I'll definitely be ignoring it. Not simply because he is A Man, and Eloise is more into women and nonbinary people, but also because:

To end up with him, Eloise's entire personality and worldview has to change. The only thing is, I like her personality and worldview the way it is. She is right and she should say it lol.

Eloise is frightened, no petrified of giving birth. Especially for the time period she's in, that's a fair thing to fear, I think. Heck, I never want to give birth and I live in modern times. And I never have either. I think Eloise is the same.

Furthermore, I don't think Eloise cares for children too much. She doesn't hate them, and if a partner wanted children, she would always be kind to them etc. But I don't see her as a very maternal woman. And that's okay.

Eloise also wants to be with someone who is her intellectual equal. Who challenges her, surprises her, makes her think about the world in a different way. Now, I could be wrong, but I don't see Philip doing any of that.

Eloise (as her face tag 'my rebellion is not a costume' states) is not going through a phase. She has genuine criticisms and notices the problems of the society in which she lives. To end up with a Man, not only a Man but one who doesn't add anything to her life except give her more work, would contradict that, IMO anyway. Not saying that women dating men can't be feminists. Of course not, that's silly. But what I am saying is that Eloise would only be attracted to a man who IS her true equal. Who isn't just more of the same. Who would respect her as she is. And I just don't see Philip doing any of that. Maybe the show will surprise me, but idk. In addition, as I said above, El doesn't ever want to give birth (and in the books she does), isn't largely fond of children (and Philip already has them). For their relationship to work, El would have to sacrifice a lot, while Philip wouldn't. And that is exactly the kind of thing that Eloise has an issue with. If the relationship was more equal, she wouldn't mind. But it wouldn't be. And personally, I don't want that for her.

(Trigger warning: rape) I haven't read the books yet, but I've heard that Philip is kinda rapey towards Marina in the books, and I don't want that for Eloise. Not saying he would ever harm her, idk. But she would never want to be with a man who would harm any woman, no matter her feelings towards them.

TLDR version: Show!Eloise would have to change and sacrifice a lot for her book relationship to still work. And personally, I don't think I would find that a compelling character arc. And I think Eloise deserves one. She also deserves to be with someone who truly challenges her, surprises her, improves her life. Not saying relationships don't require sacrifices, they do, but they do on both sides. Not just one. Eloise and Philip, from what I've heard, is NOT that. It's Eloise sacrificing and Philip gets off easy. It's not fair imo. And it's not the ending I want for such a strong woman. She deserves better.

My Eloise, therefore, will likely not be following canon if that is indeed her endgame in the show. That doesn't mean I won't RP Philip and Eloise, I'm sure RPers can have an interesting take on the character. But I'm much more interested in developing ships with women and nonbinary characters in the Bridgerton universe, for Eloise. Or maybe RPing with a Theo. (I liked him, sue me. At least he's her intellectual equal and challenges her.)

[effervescentdragon]

piarles + second chances 🌻

He skips the universes like he used to skip the stones in the river behind his house in France. One by one with no pauses and no thought of slipping and falling into the river and being taken away.

If the universe hasn't washed him away by now, well. It can go fuck itself.

Pierre didn't ask for this. For any of this. He doesn't even really know what's happened. The technical explanation is complicated and long winded, at least when Sebastian gives it, so Pierre doesn't even bother remembering it. It's enough to know that everything went to Hell, and that there was no turning back.

George simplified it for him one night.

"It's like - imagine a tower built out of cards, yeah? So every universe is a card, and those universes touch. Not all of them, not the same ones, but they're all cards from the same deck. And so what happened was that someone pulled one of the bottom cards and..." and here George trailed off, because there was no need for him to go on. It was a pretty clear picture.

This George was pretty, too. The George from his universe was pretty too, but he didn't have the scars on his back that this George did. George never offered an explanation, and Pierre didn't ask.

They almost fucked that night, him and George. They were drinking, and the lights were low, and the world was ending and they kissed, but George's face was smooth and he didn't have dimples, and Pierre couldn't. He just couldn't, and George couldn't either, because the name on his lips when they separated wasn't Pierre.

"We are sending you to Gamma-Delta-Pi," Sebastian says and Pierre chuckles.

"Like American sorority, non?"

George butts in. "Actually, if it's for boys, it's a fraternity. Sorority is for girls."

Sebastian and Pierre roll their eyes simultanously. "Alright, alright, Mister Know-It-All," Sebastian continues. "Pierre, get in, asess the situation, and get out. This one is on the border of the Gamma Quadrant, and we don't want to have any more nasty surprises."

"You mean like the flesh-eating monster world we found last time?" Pierre asks cheerfully. "I would like to avoid that, too. Though the scar makes me very popular with the ladies."

He leers at Seb, who indulges him with a small smile. "Just go, Gasly," he says, and Pierre straps in and checks if he has his knife, and then the lights start flashing and he's gone.

There are no ladies. They all know it, because they are all in the same boat here. They've all lost everything that mattered to them, and are now living outside of time and space, in the liminal spaces between universes, collecting strays.

They're all the only ones who survived the collapses of their worlds. They are all the only ones left.

Pierre keeps his eyes open as he travels through the wormhole. Sebastian was the one who found him, stepping out of a wormhole just like this one as Pierre's world ended. Sebastian was the one who dragged him away from the race track and the body in red racing suit Pierre was clutching, his face a grimace of perfect, horrible understanding. Sebastian was the one who dragged him away as the vebomous clouds overtook the sky, and the last thing Pierre saw of his world was the darkness swallowing Spa-Francorchamps.

It had to be Spa. Of course it had to be Spa.

George was already there when Pierre arrived, as were some of the others. They were all different, much different than Pierre remembered them to be. None of them, bar Sebastian, were racing drivers in their original universes. Pierre knows that's what hurts him the most.

No. He shakes his head. That's a lie, but don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't. Don't you dare.

The wormhole tightens, and stretches, and spits him out. He's distracted enough nkt to land on his feet, and falls down on his knees.

When he opens his eyes, he's in Suzuka.

He almost throws up. There's cars piled up against each other right in front of him, a chain crash like the one he barely avoided in another life. There's a McLaren, and a Mercedes, and a Red Bull, and a Ferrari at the end of the row.

Pierre doesn't think. He runs.

There's smoke coming out of the cars and the sky above it too dark even for a monsoon season and Pierre can't see a thing properly, but he doesn't care.

"Not again," he mutters as he tears at the halo, determined to get the unmoving body from the cockpit. "Not again, please God, not again, not again, not -"

"Pear?" Charles' voice is weak. He coughs, and it's the most beautiful sound Pierre has heard in a long time. "How - am I dead?"

Pierre sobs a laugh and undoes Charles' belt. "No, calamar, you're okay. You're going to be okay."

Pierre can't see Charles properly under the helmet, but he knows his best friend. "But - I must be dead," Charles says, and there's fear and confusion and profound sadness in his voice. He lifts his arms nonetheless and lets Pierre pull him out.

"Why," Pierre asks distractedly, trying to ascertain Charles' state and keep an eye on the rapidly approaching darkness. "Why do you think that?"

Charles' leg is broken, Pierre thinks, because he yelps in pain when he tries to step on it. Pierre grabs him around the waist and throws Charles' arm around his shoulders, holding him up. He glances at the sky. The darkness is eating the grandstands, and they have to go.

"Because," Charles starts to say, and then gets frustrated and starts fiddling with his helmet. Pierre should drag him away, but he has to - h3 has to see. Charles takes the helmet off, pulling the balaclava with it, and when he turns to Pierre, his heart almost stops. It's him. It's really him.

Charles' hazy eyes are flitting all over Pierre's face, and there's sweat on his face, and he looks awful, and he looks more beautiful than Pierre remembers him being.

"Because," he says, and his voice is shaking, "you died in Spa."

Pierre chokes back a sob. He raises his hand and puts his palm on Charles' cheek, presses his thumb where he knows Charles' dimple to be.

"No," he whispers as the sky above them darkens. "No, mon amour."

A tear falls out of the corner of Charles' eye, and Pierre wipes it away.

"You did," he says, and holds Charles close, and activates the transporter.

[glendover]

“They will pay for the things they have done.”

Goncharov (1973)

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Baby Harry: Pop, can I have ice-cream?

James: Of course, Bambi, I’ll go get you one!

*five minutes later*

James: HARRY COME LOOK AT THIS IT’S AWESOME COME OVER HERE NOW WE NEED TO-

Baby Harry: *sighs* Moo’y, Pa’foo’, Pop is doing it again!

Remus: James, take care of your son-

Sirius: OH MY MERLIN MOONY, HAZZA COME LOOK OVER HERE WHAT JAMES FOUND- PRONGSLETTE GET OVER HERE-

Baby Harry: *walks over* *pulls his father’s sleeve* Pop, you need to stop, what did we say about this?

Remus: *wipes away a tear* I need to go get Lily.

[infernaleikon]

Why the fruck do i keep listening to midnight rain and think about Obikin?

sksksksk i had to go find the song tbh

anyway! yeah, i can see why you're thinking about obikin. made me think of them in a modern au setting kinda where anakin is a singer-songwriter maybe and he becomes a breakout star and rises in popularity quickly, and it's all so thrilling and dazzling, and people love his music, his lyrics, love him, and he's just riding that high. it's everything he's been dreaming of.

and i'm thinking he's in a relationship with obi-wan before it all happens. obi-wan is a singer too, but he doesn't have any stardom ambitions though, he likes to keep it small and intimate, likes to play in smaller clubs and cozy settings because he doesn't like the glamour and hypervisibility of big popularity. he's turned down big agents before.

he's incredibly proud and happy when anakin gets his breakthrough because he knows how desperately anakin's wanted it and how hard he worked for it. and anakin wants to share it with obi-wan. so much. he wants to work with him, he wants to take him with him everywhere he goes, wants to show him off, wants to be with him and go big with him.

except obi-wan doesn't want that. he doesn't mind anakin's popularity, but he doesn't want to be dragged into it. he doesn't want to be in the spotlight, doesn't want to keep dodging calls and proposals and paparazzi and interview requests, doesn't want to have to keep justifying why he doesn't want to go big with his music (anakin's talked publicly about how his boyfriend is an amazing musician too and ofc people find obi-wan and his music). but anakin is so happy with all the adoration and attention he receives. they start fighting over it more and more because anakin keeps trying to pull obi-wan into the limelight with him while obi-wan keeps rebuffing him until obi-wan eventually decides to break up with him.

he does it because he doesn't want to stand in anakin's way and thinks it makes it easier for him to further pursue his musical career without having obi-wan by his side as a dead weight who can't give him what he wants.

anakin ofc takes the breakup as a rejection of everything that is him. he tells himself obi-wan is begrudging his success; that obi-wan secretly also aspires to be widely popular and is frustrated that anakin got everything he wanted; that he's just too afraid to go after it.

anakin writes a bunch of songs about the breakup. they're angry and sharp and fans go wild over them because omg what happened between these two?? there are wild speculations about it naturally, and anakin is flippant and arrogant about it publicly while obi-wan dodges all attempts that try to get him to talk about it (or anything else).

a couple of years pass. anakin's remains famous and popular and dazzling, and obi-wan follows his career. he's happy that anakin's music is so well received, that he's even won awards for it, but it always accompanied by a deep, deep ache. some days he misses anakin so much it's like a physical hurt.

meanwhile anakin also keeps tabs on obi-wan, despite himself. he finds a video of obi-wan playing at café that's been recorded by a fan, and he looks so good, he's laughing as he talks to the patrons before the song, and the track is so beautiful, obi-wan looks so gorgeous singing, that anakin slaps his laptop shut and almost tosses it across the room because the pain and anger eats at him with renewed vigour. he digs up some old songs, ones he's written after the breakup, the soft and achey ones, the ones he poured his pain and despair into, the wistful ones. anakin falls down a hole and spends days reworking and refining them, and when his manager hears them, they convince anakin to record them. it turns into a whole album. it's still uniquely anakin but it's different from his previous albums, it's much more vulnerable, there's a depth to it that wasn't there before, it's real and raw, and anakin tries to back out of releasing it because he's too afraid to expose himself like that. but the album becomes a huge success. he wins several awards for it, and he's so proud and at the same time utterly heartbroken because essentially, obi-wan gave him this success.

(fans speculate who the songs are about because it's been years since the breakup. some immediately link it to obi-wan, others believe it to be one of anakin's more recent hook-ups.)

obi-wan listens to the whole album as he sits in his living room. he breathes through the ache and the yearning and wonders what made anakin write these songs. it's been years after all. and the first songs were less than pleasant for obi-wan. he almost texts anakin about it. he comes really close to it. he has the message typed out, he's two glasses of wine in on an empty stomach, and he feels petty enough, but he deletes it and lets it go.

anakin half expects obi-wan to react to it in some way. he gets frustrated and irritated and embarrassed when he doesn't.

obi-wan does, however, perform a song that he wrote together with anakin and has never played before. it's a banger. people love it. videos of obi-wan singing it blaze through social media, and anakin takes a significant amount of damage when he sees it. because. what does that mean???? obi-wan is singing their song. after anakin released what he dubbed his "obi-wan albumn" in his head. but he hasn't responded to the album at all.

anakin can't stop thinking about it. which is how he ends up at one of obi-wan's sets. he bundles up and disguises himself so nobody recognizes him, and he sits through obi-wan performing, closes his eyes and listens to his voice, lets the lyrics wash over him, and realizes that a lot of his songs are about anakin. they're much more subtle but anakin knows him, knows the things obi-wan sings about, and something clicks for him.

he waits until the set is over, until there aren't any more people occupying obi-wan, before he approaches him. they both freeze when they lock eyes. they haven't seen each other in years but it somehow feels like no time has passed and like it's been an eternity all at the same time. obi-wan packs up in silence and anakin trails him wordlessly until they're in the alley behind the location.

"you're singing about us," anakin says accusatorily, and almost feels stupid that these are the first words out. "you're singing about me."

"you're doing it too," obi-wan answers as he crosses his arms over his chest, defensive. he eyes anakin warily thinking anakin is here to call him out, pick a fight, sue him maybe, he's not quite sure.

except anakin gets all up in his space and there's wonder and yearning and hope in his eyes, and he's still so hauntingly beautiful it takes obi-wan's breath away. it makes his chest tight with how much he still wants anakin, and it's even worse what with how close they are right now.

"i can't believe you're singing about me," anakin says in a hushed tone.

obi-wan smiles a bit self-deprecatingly, even as he sways closer to anakin, too. "i never stopped singing about you."

"i never stopped singing about you, too," anakin admits. and then he fists his hands into obi-wan's shirt and kisses him.

that's how they get their heads out of their asses. of course they have a reunion fuck in the alley.

this got away from me oops, sorry, anon!

[dieubius]

uhhh. bruce wayne modelling gig. have a good day 🥰

[redroom-rainbowguts]

Legend has it when you squeeze a clown's organs they honk

[slightlyplant]

his father’s son

[hwanwooyoung]

[240505] Inkigayo :: Maestro :: Vernon

[t4transsexual]

first time talking about smth not trans/t4t related on here but yall are really fuckin awful to aro/ace ppl. like i see like "u cant identify as asexual until ur 18 its an inappropriate sexuality for a child to have" and its like ok thats just like homophobia/transphobia again. u just made queerphobia again. do you know how many times i heard that its weird for me to identify as trans "so young" (i was 16)? and like "u cant identify as aro/ace if ur traumatized cause what if its just the trauma" ok and what if trauma with men made a girl a lesbian? you just made homophobia again. and dont even get me started on "WELL WHAT IF THERES AN AROMANTIC HETEROSEXUAL CIS MAN WHO WANTS TO BE QUEER" and oh yeah im sure youre so scared of "predator men" invading your spaces sike u just made transphobia again. like at what point will we as queer people stop attacking our queer siblings and collaborate as a community to create meaningful change? at what point?

[daiwild]

may i request a lil squip bmc

oh yeah, this guy. the squid

[lostsowly]

Yukimiya and Nagi Barou x Tokimitsu shippers??? My random crack ship I mentioned once is backed up by canon crack content?? Official crack ship?? LMAO??? What even is happening with the additional time this season???

S2E4 Additional time spoilers in case you missed it

[alukaforyou]

if nardo was a kdrama, this would be the mads photoshoot for 1st look / dazed / w korea to promo the hashimada vote episode.