#is the title based on the greatest showman?? yes. yes it is
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A Million Dreams
Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
Summary: He didn’t believe he could be so taken with her, taken with such a lady of the ton. If only she were to stay in London, stay with him.
Word Count: 3.3k
Prompts: 21. “You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”
80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
Warnings: fluff, angst, heartbreak (still has a happy ending I promise!)
A/N: okay so, for the prompts, I loosely followed the first one (aka didn’t use it word for word lol sorry) so.... anywayyyyyy.... enjoy?
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Courting came so easily to him, he realized. Benedict Bridgerton didn’t anticipate the possibility of courting this season, but when his eyes met with the ever elusive Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), he was smitten. Something in his gut was telling him to go over to her, to ask for a dance, to charm her off her feet. Never had he felt like this, especially at any event of the season, no, it was something purely chemical—magical, even. He couldn’t explain the draw to her—perhaps it was how her laugh that filled the room, or how her smile made him feel as if he were flying—regardless, he felt the attraction all the same and needed to do something about it.
A dance, that was all it took. Unbeknownst to him at the time, but she was just as easily bewitched by Mr. Bridgerton, something about the way he looked at her—about how his presence made her feel—she knew it was something worth exploring, worth humoring.
The exploration led a courtship spanning over a few months, both parties involved equally relishing in its success. Not only had Benedict Bridgerton found a person to whom he could share everything with but how freeing it felt to open oneself to another without the fear of rejection or humiliation. She became his greatest supporter, instantly falling in love with his artistic endeavors and passions. Never once did she complain about sitting for a drawing, no matter how long she had to stay still and listen to his gentle suggestions and poses.
He had fallen in love. He knew this for a fact and within the short months of their courtship, Benedict knew that she was exactly who he needed to have beside him for the rest of his life. He was on the precipice of proposing, knowing in his heart of hearts that she was likely to say yes.
So he charmed her into a promenade, a sweet walk in her family’s garden just as the sun begun to set, the scent of roses and wildflowers enveloped their senses.
“It’s a beautiful night,” (Y/N) smiled lightly, her face rather tight.
Benedict nodded quietly, reaching out for her hand. She took it without any hesitation. They both continued to walk, to enjoy the silence of the dusk and the rhythms of the night coming in like the tide.
“My dearest,” Benedict broke their silence, “I wanted to talk to you.”
“And I you,” (Y/N) said, gripping his hand even tighter.
“Is that so?” Benedict teased. “I suppose it is quite convenient that we are alone in the gardens, isn’t it?”
“It is…” she trailed off, her eyes wandering to the rather impressive statue her mother had commissioned for the garden not too long ago. Cupid, how terribly poetic.
Benedict felt her hand loosen on his, his brows furrowing slightly. “Is everything alright?”
She simply shook her head and sat down, conveniently on a nearby stone bench.
“Please,” Benedict kneeled before her, his hands atop her own, resting on her lap. “What ever could be troubling you?”
“My father,” (Y/N) said, her voice wavering, “do you remember him sharing about his mining endeavors?”
Benedict nodded once, firmly.
“His partners have come across a new place to mine,” she sighed, eyes pointed at their joined hands, “it is said to be rather prosperous, a worthy investment.”
“That,” he said, “that’s wonderful, my love. Your father must be elated at the prospects.” Her demeanor didn’t change, there was more to the story—hesitance practically swallowing her whole. “Why... why would that bring you down so terribly?”
She took a deep breath—to compose herself, in fear of letting tears overwhelm her.
“The mine is in the Americas.”
Oh.
“Oh,” Benedict’s hands nearly fell from her lap, knowing full well what his love was implying with the news. “So… that means…?”
“We are to move by the end of the week,” (Y/N) sniffled, pressing a gloved hand to her nose. “Father is already there and awaiting our arrival. Mama, my brothers and I are to meet him as soon as we dock.”
“You’re—(Y/N), you cannot leave,” Benedict rose quickly from the ground, “your life is in London, your life is here.”
“Benedict…”
“Your father simply cannot make you go,” he started to pace, “you are supposed to stay here, stay with me.”
(Y/N) deflated in her seat, posture becoming what easily her governess would have scolded her for. “My love, it is not as if I want to leave London—to leave you.”
“Then don’t,” Benedict said simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He clawed at his jacket pocket, hand diving into the inner lining. “I had planned on doing this tonight regardless,” he sunk back down onto his knee—one this time—his fingers prying open the rather small box, “but it seems time is of the essence and… well?”
“Benedict,” she was speechless, her heart had leapt to her throat, tears already spilling down her face.
“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I wish to spend the rest of my life with you, if you would let me,” Benedict—now feeling the tears well in his eyes—gasped for air, “we can stay in London—together—and build a life with one another.”
“I-I can’t—”
“We can elope,” he said quickly, rising back to his feet, pulling her up with him, “take a trip to Scotland and be back by the end of the week—wedded and happy.”
(Y/N) shook her head wildly. “No, Benedict, you misunderstand,” her eyes met his, “I can’t marry you—elopement or not—I simply have to go, my family…”
“You cannot marry me or you do not wish to marry me?” Benedict asked, his voice nearly broken.
“There is nothing more that I would do,” she said, raising a hand to meet his cheek, “than to marry you, Benedict Bridgerton. I love you, truly and wholly, I do, but my brothers need me—need their elder sister. My mother…” she sighed, hand sliding down to his chest. “She would be crushed, I do not think she’d fair well with my absence all the way across the sea—”
“Then I shall come with you,” his hand met hers once again, “I will follow you to the Americas, we can start our new life there.”
“No.”
“I…” he was taken aback, “no? You do not wish—”
“As I cannot be parted from my family, you certainly cannot be parted from yours,” (Y/N) said slowly, insuring her words were taken only in the most sincere of regards. “You also cannot just abandon the academy, Benedict. You spent so much time getting accepted—to build and learn your craft, you can’t just give up and run away with me.”
“But I would,” he said, his voice firm, “I would give up everything—everything—to be with you.”
“And that is simply something I cannot ask of you,” she shook her head, “as placated and happy as we would be, the guilt—heavens the guilt—would consume me, Benedict,” a tear rolled down her cheek. “Holding you back from greatness, it would be too much for me to bear.”
“That is not your call to make, my love,” he tried to reason, “if I am to live a life with you, I would never regret it, not even for a moment. You could never hold me back.”
Gently, oh-so-gently, she rose to her toes, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. It was sweet and light, the calm before the storm.
A goodbye.
“I’m leaving, Benedict,” (Y/N) said, a finality to her tone, a sternness to her words, “and I will miss you with everything I am and everything that I will be.”
Her hand left his chest, sliding completely off his form. She tried not to look him in the eye, knowing if she were to do that, she would fall apart at the seams.
He knew that she was right, of course, she usually was. He simply couldn’t leave his family, uproot his life and move to an unstable and unknown way of living across the ocean, worlds apart from the people he cared about most. Benedict couldn’t make her stay, he knew that much.
But she couldn’t stop him from waiting.
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The salty sea air made her sick. After far too long on yet another boat—even though she swore to herself to never travel such a distance again—she had arrived back to England. It had been well over a year since she had traveled in the rather untrusting transportation across the water, so to finally step foot on dry land—on her homeland—was reassuring.
Something was nagging in her heart, a hope, perhaps. She had tried to keep in correspondence with Benedict, hoping to still have a piece of him all the way across the sea, but he never sent her as much as a note back. In total, she sent fourteen letters, each more lovely than the last. It was no surprise that he refused to respond—she had broken his heart, after all, but she persisted.
Thankfully, a few dear friends of the ton had kept her up to date—as much as one can, of course—with everything and anything that had happened in town. Sometimes they would include the elusive Lady Whistledown in their letters, just to keep things fresh. Normally though, they would keep tabs on Benedict, whether (Y/N) had asked them to or not.
So, thanks to her new knowledge and forced invitation by her dear friend she had been staying with, Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was standing in the back of the room, awaiting the unveiling of Benedict’s latest works of art. He had become somewhat of a notable name in the ton—something she knew he could always achieve—and this was his first true gallery. Granted, it was held at Bridgerton House, so the gallery wasn’t known for being spacious, but it was impressive nonetheless.
How she managed to arrive at Bridgerton House without any sort of announcement or acknowledgement is beyond her knowledge or comprehension, but it was a good chance to be the first to let Benedict know she had returned. He was mere steps away, tucked into a small room off to the side, eyes fixed on a singular landscape, everyone seemingly enjoying the party elsewhere instead of congratulating the man of the evening.
He hadn’t changed since she had seen him last—save for the sideburns, he had grown them slightly, she noticed—but it had only been a little over a year, a drastic physical change was a bit foolish to be prepared for. But, it comforted her to know that Benedict Bridgerton was the same man she left all that time ago.
She could only hope his heart held the same impression.
A quick deep breath and a shaky sigh, she stepped forward. “Benedict.”
His face dropped, his mouth slightly agape, his piercing eyes meeting hers for the first time in a long time—a sight he truly never anticipated to see again. “(Y/N).”
(Y/N) wanted to run right into his arms, feel his embrace as she welcomed him again, but something seemed off.
“I-It’s good to see you,” (Y/N) managed to squeak out, pressed firmly to her spot on the floor.
“How…?”
“Father has found great success in the mines,” (Y/N) started, inching closer to him, “so I managed to convince my parents to allow me to return to London unaccompanied.”
Benedict’s eyes flicked to her hands—wrung with anxiety—searching for something intently.
“And your husband has allowed this…?"
(Y/N) allowed a small smile to curl her lips. “I am not yet wed,” she moved her left hand—so that is what he was searching for. “I came here on my own volition.”
“Your parents would have never allowed you to come alone,” Benedict shook his head, “you’re an unwed lady—”
“Perhaps I snuck off, then,” (Y/N) said, waving her hand, “regardless of how I came to be here this evening, I’m here, Benedict.” She had managed to step nearly to his side, looking directly up into his stare. “I came back.”
“You did,” he let out a shallow breath, “you came back…”
“Are you in disbelief?”
“I am,” Benedict laughed humorlessly, “I nearly mourned your departure on every passing day since you left, only for you to be standing in front of me,” his hand reached out to graze her cheek—to prove she was real and she was there.
“I came back for you, Benedict,” tears were welling in her eyes, she had held them back for so long, “should you have me, of course.”
“I…” he sighed, posture deflating, “I wish it were that easy, (Y/N).”
“I am not sure I understand?”
“You left,” his tone was pointed, “a-and you wanted nothing to do with me—”
“Nothing to do with you?” (Y/N) raised her voice. “Are you mad? I wanted nothing more than to stay and be with you, Benedict. It just…” she ground her teeth, “wasn’t in the cards.”
“And yet you cannot just show up—announced I might add—and expect me to just willfully forget all of the anguish I had suffered in your absence,” Benedict’s voice was firm, he was serious.
“It is foolish of me,” (Y/N) nodded, “I will admit my faults in that regard, but if I could have stayed—”
“I proposed to you, (Y/N),” Benedict said sharply, “I lowered myself to one knee and bore my heart out to you that night.” She stood silently, unsure of how to respond. “My God, I even begged you to elope with me,” he laughed, “if you truly wanted to stay and be wed, you had every opportunity to do such a thing.”
“That is unfair and you know it,” she sneered, “I couldn’t just leave my family—to go and elope with an artist.”
Immediately did she want to take her words back, shove them down to the depths of regret and anguish—but it was far too late for that. The damage had been done, Benedict’s face taking the toll, the brunt of the turmoil.
“Yes,” he said cooly, face unchanging, “I am an artist, a successful one, too.” Benedict dug one hand into his pocket, the other flying wildly to his side—gesturing to the landscape beside them. “Unless, you couldn’t tell.”
“Benedict, you know I didn’t mean that—”
“You were gone, for a year, thousands of miles away from me—from London,” Benedict sneered, his tone downright hurtful. “You had all of the space in the world to figure out what you wanted and yet you come to my home to insult my craft? The very craft you did nothing but support?”
“You’re right!” She had enough, reaching her breaking point. “I did have all the space in the world—the universe! Because of that space, Benedict,” she flailed a finger in his face, “I realized what I wanted and I was hellbent on working for it!”
“And whatever,” he said cooly, pushing her finger out of his face, “could that be?”
“You, Benedict. You are what I want.”
Benedict blinked once. Twice. He stayed silent, watching carefully as her chest heaved with every deep breath she took, she was serious. He turned on his heels, facing the lavish landscape he had been admiring earlier.
“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, you know,” Benedict nodded to the painting, “for this and practically the entire gallery.”
She looked at the canvas carefully—it was a beautiful rendition of a garden, the sunset practically glowing against the blues and deep hues of the foliage. It had looked just as if it were a normal garden of the ton, but something was nagging at her, a familiar feeling. It wasn’t until her eyes locked into the statue in the far right side—Cupid—that she realized what exactly this piece was. Where exactly this piece was.
“This is… my garden.”
“The day you left.”
“It’s lovely,” she hummed, her heart somewhere between deflating or dropping, “the sunset… it looks just like it did.”
“It was hard for me to forget,” Benedict nodded, “the name of the piece, do you wish to hear it?”
“That depends,” (Y/N) looked to him, “will it hurt me further?”
“I called it ‘Love and Loss’,” he continued, “no matter how many times I recalled that evening, how many times I was angry or disappointed in how things left off, I still longed for you. Mourned your loss, wishing you to return.”
“A-and the love?” (Y/N) squeaked out.
“Well,” Benedict laughed lightly, “I hardly think it is impossible to imagine that I loved you—that I still love you.”
“You still love me?” Her voice was hopeful, suddenly feeling as if she were walking on air.
Benedict enveloped her hands with his own. “Of course I do, I never stopped.”
“But you said that you mourned—”
“And I did,” he said curtly, “but even when one mourns, it does not mean that the love was entirely lost, my dear.” Benedict ran his thumb carefully over the back of her hand, tracing small circles as he went. “But you made your way back to London, back to me, even if you had done so without your parents knowledge or consent,” he pointed his brow, a trademark smirk enveloped his lips.
“I did,” she smiled, “how foolish of me it was to believe that I could continue my life without Benedict Bridgerton in it.”
“We are all known to be foolish at times,” Benedict nodded. She slapped him playfully.
“This is the part where you disagree and profusely tell me that I am not a fool!”
“But that would be a lie,” he mused, “because it was quite foolish to leave a man such as myself behind, I do believe I am quite the catch, would you not agree?”
“You are quite full of yourself Benedict Bridgerton,” (Y/N) smirked.
“But you love me for it,” his smile softened, “do you not?”
“I do,” she hummed, feeling herself grow closer into his touch. “I love you for everything that you are, everything that you will be.”
“So… it is suffice to say that you love me?”
“I…” a rolling laughter escaped her lips. “Is that not what I just said?”
Benedict leaned down, closer to her, inching his way into her personal space. “But my dear, after a year of a deafening silence and lack of your presence, I do think I deserve to hear it once more.”
“I love you,” (Y/N) said, pressing her forehead against his own. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
In an instant, Benedict closed the gap between the two, pressing his lips against her own. It felt like the entire weight of the world was sealed in this kiss, and in a way, it was. After a year apart—separated by an ocean and familial duties—the two souls found their way back to one another, destined to reconnect, to love again.
“I want to take you up on your offer,” (Y/N) said, hesitantly pulling away from Benedict’s embrace.
“My offer?”
“To marry,” she smiled lightly, “I do think my parents would find solace in knowing that while their daughter did flee the country and new home without their knowledge, she had a husband to take care of her in their absence.”
“A husband, you say?” Benedict grinned.
“Yes, I do suppose you know where I could find one?”
“I’m afraid I wouldn’t find you a husband here in such short notice,” Benedict hummed, tapping his foot lightly. “Not here, anyway.”
Her eyes landed on his expectantly, a glimmer of hope residing.
“But I suppose if we were to travel to Scotland, we could solve this issue rather quickly,” he nearly rubbed his chin in thought—a rather jesting gesture. “Do you not agree?”
“I do,” her left hand gripped his, holding it firmly, “I agree wholeheartedly.”
#benedict bridgerton x reader#benedict bridgerton#bridgerton#bridgerton x reader#reader insert#is the title based on the greatest showman?? yes. yes it is#will i be changing it?#no. no I will not#ah so anyway... this hurt#but it's okay!! they good#they're probably living it up happily ever after and all that jazz#am i posting this on fourth of july and the reader moved to america?#ironic innit?
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WELCOME HOME AUS
Henlo Henlo!
I have a few Welcome Home Aus in mind, and 1 is in the making already! But i have a few here so i just have to blurt it out so i wont forget about them 😭
WH SHOWMAN AU:
• This au is basically Welcome Home mixed with my absolutely favorite show! The Greatest Showman! I will have to remake the plot, but the jist of the lore is there but i do have to add some or edit some.
WELCOME HOME DAYCARE (ANIMATRONIC AU) :
• Besically a FNAF take on Welcome Home! The crew will be animatronics of Welcome Home Daycare!
WH DIAMOND AU:
• Yes by the title of this au, Its a Steven Universe Welcome Home au! I will change some of the plot from the steven universe, i will base some of the lore from the show since it was my inspiration to this au.
WH DESSERT AU:
• Its just Basically like a desert version of the crew! Think of it like Cookie Run Kingdom! Its still the original WH, its just that they are all desserts!
WH CORRUPT/E̶̜̒̓̄͊̈́͘R̸̡̗͓̗̈́́̂̋̀̅̕R̶̺̳̙̀O̵̺̙̗̼̟̓̎̇͋̿́̚̕̕̚͜R̷̡̞͓͙͕̝͙̯̆̇̄͛͘̚̚͝AU: Forgotten Memories
• Ę̶̜͖͇̘̹̒̓̄͊̈́͘R̸̡̗͓̗̈́́̂̋̀̅̕R̶̺̳̙̀O̵̺̙̗̼̟̓̎̇͋̿́̚̕̕̚͜R̷̡̞͓͙͕̝͙̯̆̇̄͛͘̚̚͝....ʀᴇʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ..
Weird..what happened there.. Oh well!
This au is a little different from the rest..While the others will have ocs of mine included, this one has an specific oc that will be very dear to me. Basically a little protion of RL me will be in my oc.
The original WH but with a little twist- WH is a puppet show, but what if someone came before them? Can the crew save them? Or will it slowly cosume all of them or will they be able to find them and solve the problem of the mysterious glitching area, their little community has.
WH BOOK OF LIFE AU:
• Basically the WH cast as he character in Book of life. I already have planned who wally would be.
Either Manolo or A Male Version of La Muerte 😭💕
(UPDATE: I made a few edits in some of the AU's, especially the titles so if you see some differences, that means I changed it :>)
#welcome home oc#welcome home au#welcome home puppet show#welcome home fanart#wally welcome home#wally x oc#wally darling x reader#welcome home art#wally darling welcome home#wh wally#welcome home headcanons#wally#welcome home
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🦋 Hi, I'm Charlie! This is my art blog! I also have a main (secreterces-charlie), a turtle blog (teenagemutantninjatrauma) and a somewhat DST oriented blog that is more like a second main (charlie-charlie-yes-i-am-here).
🦋 I mostly post Don't Starve and TMNT art right now, as well as attempts at original stuff :)
🦋 I do commissions! If you'd like to learn more about those, head on over to here 👉 https://secreterces5.carrd.co
🦋 I also have a ToyHouse for all my OCs and sonas and whatnot, because I keep making more, unfortunately!
⭐ General organization tags! ⭐
#🌹 charlie's art ;; #🌹 oc art ;; #🌹 self art ;; #🌹 charlie's animations
#🌹 chareblog ;; #🌹 my friends' art! ;; #🌹 other people's ocs
⭐ Ongoing stuff! ⭐
🌹 2k3 separated AU - a TMNT 2003 Separated AU! Mikey is a Timestress, Leo is a Foot Ninja, and Donnie is missing entirely. Raph, after growing up with only his dad, decides to try and find his brothers!
🌹 Revolution Radio AU - a fic I'm writing on AO3! The 2003 ninja turtles start a radio broadcast!
🌹 AHC AU - art for the Actions Have Consequences AU, co-written with @/violetvulpini on AO3, about president Bishop accidentally adopting Cody Jones and the Dark Turtles after the Fast Forward season.
🌹 Clone Zixx Theory - art operating on my headcanon that Zixx is a Bishop clone. Mostly made this tag for adding context to my art, not gonna lie.
🌹 TCAJ - To Catch a Jackdaw, a to-be-published original story of mine about different worlds intertwining and causing magical events of catastrophic proportions. Currently involving characters Aran, Flip and Iotash.
🌹 the haters club - a roleplay inspired scenario between me and a friend where several no-longer-human people team up to be racist against monsters who literally did nothing to them. they make each other worse and are besties. Currently consisting of DST Charlie, TMNT Stockman and Bishop, and TOH Belos (and Lilith, kinda?)
🌹 Survivor Charlie AU - a Don't Starve AU where Charlie is somehow dethroned and now one of the Survivors!
🌹 Magician Interview! - small DST snippets of Charlie and Maxwell's life before... well, before.
Graveyard of unlikely-to-be-elaborated-upon-right-now AUs under the cut 👍
🌹 Spider Queen Charlie AU - Maxlie but they're cannibalistic spider hybrids
🌹 DST pirates AU - Maxwell is a somewhat struggling pirate captain. Wilson Higgsbury never wanted to be a pirate but ends up having to work with one anyways. They seek out the pirate queen for help, but unfortunately, there is relationship drama involved.
🌹 Understarve AU - An Undertale AU of Don't Starve Together. Wilson Higgsbury, a human, loses his way and wanders into a world of monsters. Maxwell and Charlie are plant monsters, studying magic to hopefully one day free monsterkind.
🌹 Spilled Beans AU - A Don't Starve AU where Maxwell tells Charlie everything. They are doomed, either way.
🌹 Stolen Blessing AU - Philza Minecraft is an angel committing crimes. It doesn't work out great for him.
🌹 The Sun Can't Stop Us AU - An Apritello Rise of the TMNT AU based on the Greatest Showman movie where Donnie is an acrobat and April falls in love with him.
🌹 UDOA AU - Unwanted, Dead or Alive! A Fast Forward AU in which somehow, Leo is the only ninja turtle left standing as his family goes missing and their disappearance is pinned on him. With the help from the Dark Turtles, he now has to clear his name and find his family, all the while looking for the true culprit behind this and bonding with his kind-of-sort-of brothers.
🌹 Old Man Mikey AU - The year is 2275, and you have just graduated under your master with the title of chūnin. "Who will be my new master, though, sensei?" you inquire, unable to contain your curiosity. Your sensei names a person that you frankly didn't even think was real. "The Ancient One, of course." (Or, Mikey became the Ancient One long after Fast Forward.)
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The Interview: Part One
Title: The Interview - A Luke x Reader One Shot
Words: 3,177
Summary: Y/N gets to interview Sunset Curve when they finally go on tour near where she lives.
TW: None
Author’s notes: Ok… the interview part is kind of inspired by a glorious evening when myself and a friend got to interview our favourite band just before a gig. I was much clumsier that Y/N and made a complete fool of myself on more than one occasion, but it seemed to have worked because they loved the interview – or so they told us.
I hope you like it. I’m not 100% with it, but didn’t want to drag it out for the hell of it. This is set in the UK, so spellings may be a little different.
(credit @nikascott)
The first time you heard Now or Never, you knew there was something special about Sunset Curve. Their lyrics and the beats of their pop rock tracks made you feel amazing and you couldn’t help but dance every time you heard them.
You spent all your time online anyway, so you decided to set up a Sunset Curve fan account. You didn’t expect much to come out of it due to bein in the UK while they were based in the US. But you religiously shared photos of the guys, wrote funny articles about them after speaking to people who’d been to their shows. Shared credited photos from gigs which soon got you respect from the fans and you began to build up a following.
You managed to fit running the account single handed, fitting it in between being at university studying for your degree in media and working part time. You’re not in it for the recognition, you just want to show your appreciation for a band you love.
Your best friend, Carrie, doesn’t get it. She doesn’t understand how you can spend so much time expelling energy on four guys you’re never going to meet, but she indulges you because you also run one for her band, Dirty Candi. Your friend and the rest of her group are insanely talented, and even though they’re not a genre you tend to listen to, you support them because that’s what friends do.
It’s been a year since you’d first heard Now or Never and since you set up the account. You’ve amassed over ten thousand followers, most of whom are also in the UK, when you get your first band member follow. Bobby Wilson, the rhythm guitarist likes a post you shared about him and promptly follows you. You get constant likes from him and sometimes the odd comment. Your followers go insane but you manage to keep calm, ish.
The second follow is Alex, the drummer. This time you do go a bit crazy, because he’s adorable and you can’t help be a little in love with him.
It takes less than a day after Alex’s follow before the bassist, Reggie to follow you and send your notifications into overdrive by commenting on a ton of posts. You scream into a pillow on your bed because it’s 2 a.m. and you don’t want to wake Carrie up.
The one follow you’re waiting for doesn’t come. Luke Patterson, the lead singer and your favourite member hasn’t joined his bandmates, and while you never expected it, you’re more than a little upset by the fact.
“Honey, he’s like a Rockstar. He’s got more important things to do than follow fan accounts online.” Carrie was right, but it still stung a bit.
“I know, but…”
“Y/N, sweetie. I adore you, but you need to let it go. I don’t want you working yourself up over this, please. Why don’t we have a girlie night, just the two of us? We’ll watch cheesy films, eat junk food, and sing bad karaoke. No phones.”
“I love you, do you know that?” I told her.
“How could you not?” She flicked her pastel pink hair over her shoulder with a laugh before going to prepare snacks while I got the lounge ready for an evening of lazing around.
:: ::
Halfway through The Greatest Showman, Carrie falls asleep, so after you cover her over with a blanket, you pull your phone out of the box she hid it in and scroll through social media.
|Hey, @SunsetCurveFansUK did you see this??
Included in the message is a link to the official Sunset Curve account. You click on it and there’s a note from the band. Announcing a UK tour. You begin to hyperventilate as you try and prevent yourself from screaming out loud, but it doesn’t work and you let out a loud squeak, waking Carrie up.
“What’s wrong? Y/N, are you okay?” She sounds worried, so you shove your phone at her, unable to speak. “Oh, wow. This is cool. Start saving because I know you’re gonna want to go to every show.”
“Yes, yes I will.” Getting to your feet, you do a crazy dance around the small lounge of your apartment, making Carrie laugh. You only realise at the last minute that she’s recording you. “Don’t you dare post that online.” You warn her.
“Too late, sweetie. It’s already on my story and I tagged the band.”
“I hate you. Worst friend ever, I think I’ll advertise for a new one.” You grumble, making her laugh as you settle down on the couch to catch up on everything you’ve missed online.
:: ::
When tickets go on sale, you’re disappointed they guys are only doing four dates in the UK, but you buy yourself a ticket to all of them. Sadly, they don’t offer up any VIP tickets because they’re running contests for fans to win them for each show. Their tour manager, Trevor – who also happens to Bobby’s dad – has messaged your account asking if you’d like the opportunity to interview the band as a thank you for all the work you’d put into promoting them.
“Oh my God, Y/N. You’re gonna meet the band, your favourite band.” Carrie is grinning, happy for you as you stare at the message on your phone screen in disbelief. “Are you going to reply?”
“I… er… what is going on?” You stare over at your best friend who’s grinning widely at you. “This is a joke, right? Someone’s pulling the ultimate prank on me, aren’t they?”
“Y/N, look. For over a year, you’ve been pimping out those guys like crazy. You’ve increased their fan base here, which has made them want to tour here, and now they’re offering you this amazing opportunity. Take it and run with it, You deserve it.”
At her words, you reopen the message and reply to Trevor, saying you’d be honoured to do the interview. Then you freak out.
:: ::
The night of the first show and you’re hovering outside the venue waiting for Trevor to come and meet you once the guys finish their sound check. You can faintly hear the strains of Now or Never, and you get goosebumps. Thankful you’re nowhere near where the queue to get in is growing longer and longer, you start to pace outside the door. It suddenly opens outwards, making you jump, and Trevor’s head appears before behind it.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah, hi.” You hold out a hand for him to shake, surprising him and yourself with how composed your voice sounds. He shakes your hand and then motions for you to enter the venue.
“Great to meet you. The guys all love your account.”
“That’s amazing to hear.” You make conversation as you follow Trevor through a maze of narrow corridors.
“Are you ready?” He asks as you approach a closed door. You can’t help but hesitate, making him look back at you in worry. “Hey, are you gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, it’s all just a bit… overwhelming.”
“Look, they’re great guys, as normal as they come. There’s no need to feel nervous around them.” He smiles at you and pushes open the door, gesturing for you to enter. “Guys, this is Y/N from the UK fan account. Go easy on her, okay?” Once you’re fully inside the room, Trevor leaves and closes the door behind you.
“Hey,” Reggie speaks first as they all stand up. You shake hands and instantly feel at ease. “We all love your account, it’s very honest.” He’s clearly referring to your review of their last album where you openly said you weren’t a huge fan of a couple of the songs. It was an integrity you were determined to have on the account. You didn’t want to be seen as the type to blow smoke up their asses just because you were a fan.
“Thanks. I love running it. It keeps me busy and out of trouble, apparently.” You laugh as you pull a fold-up tripod out of your bag and set it up to record the guys for your account. “Do you mind if I film the interview?”
“Go ahead.” Alex waves his hand for you to continue. Once you’re set up, you pull out your journal with your questions written in.
“Hey, Luke. That looks like your journal.” Bobby comments, making the lead singer smile. So far, he hasn’t said much and it’s putting you on edge. Especially as he’s the only band member who hasn’t followed your account. Maybe he hates what you’ve done online. Trying to ignore the doubt, you press record on the video and start to ask the questions.
“My final two questions were submitted as part of a contest I put out to my followers. First up from Ellie is ‘if you could give the others a tattoo, what would it be and where?” As you’d hoped, the response to this question is all four of them bursting into laughter as Reggie’s face lights up.
“I pick Luke and would definitely get my face across his back.” You laugh at his enthusiasm. “Maybe if I get him drunk enough, I could at least get my name somewhere.
“Dude, there is no way I will ever have your name, any of your names, tattooed on me.” Luke grinned at them. “I’d probably get Bobby a dick, on his forehead. Just because it would be hilarious.”
You know Bobby is known as a bit of a womaniser and you’ve heard rumblings in the fandom that he’s slept with fans after shows, but you keep quiet as the guys laugh. Bobby picks a rainbow for Alex and Alex picks a cowboy hat for Reggie.
“Okay, the final question is from Sarah and her son Henry. ‘If the zombie apocalypse hit, who would be the first to die.”
“Reggie.” Three out of the four spoke in unison making the bassist pout and you laugh.
“But, we’d try our best to save him.” Alex pipes up, smiling at his friend. “We’d at least try to stick together, but if it’s a choice between me and them, I’m picking me every time.”
“That’s me finished,” you stop the recording. “Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to sit with me. I really appreciate it.”
All four guys reassure you it’s been their pleasure and that they enjoyed the interview which pleases you as it took you almost six weeks to think of questions that they hadn’t been asked hundreds of times before.
“I’ll leave you guys to get ready for the show. I need a drink.” You stand after packing everything away and move toward the door to leave.
“Hey, Y/N.” Reggie’s voice calling your name makes you turn back to face them. “We put together a little goodie bag of merch for you as a thank you for all the work you’ve done in helping promote us here in the UK.”
“Oh, you didn’t need to do that.” You’re blown away and speechless. “I do it because I enjoy it.”
“And it keeps you out of trouble?” Bobby winks at you. Unsure how to react, you smile a little, positive it looks more like a grimace. You take the overflowing bag and clutch it in your hand.
“Hey, we need a selfie.” Alex says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You suddenly find yourself between him and Luke, Alex’s arm slung over your shoulder and Luke’s hand resting on your waist. All you can feel is the head from his hand as you look at the camera Alex is holding out in front of you. Once he’s done, you take a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of Luke before stepping away.
Another round of thank yous and you leave the room and close the door behind you. Then realise you have no idea which way to go.
“Hey, you okay?” Luke’s voice makes you jump.
“Yeah, I just can’t remember the way out.” You’re embarrassed to admit, but you have to meet up with Carrie in the queue. She’d finally agreed to come to at least one of the shows with you, but only one.
“It’s a bit of a maze, here’ I’ll show you the way.” Luke falls into step beside you, his shoulder brushing yours in the narrow space.
“Thanks, you don’t need to do that.”
“It’s no problem, I’m on a drink run for the guys anyway, and the bar’s this way.” He shrugged, his shoulder once again brushing against yours.
“Well, thanks again. And for doing the interview, I hope it wasn’t too much of a chore.”
“Nah, it was fun. I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure what it was gonna be like at first, but you had some great questions.”
Silence fell and you start to feel awkward walking through the venue with a guy you’d crushed on from afar for well over a year. Eventually, the maze of corridors opened out into an area you recognised.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you later, at the show I mean.” You feel like a complete idiot.
“Yeah, it should be a great show.” You give Luke a small wave and make your way towards the door where a member of the security gets ready to let you out.
“Y/N?” Luke calls out. You turn to look at him. “Do you want a drink?”
Stunned, you kind of freeze to the spot you’re standing in. After a moment, Luke mumbles something and turns to walk away.
“That would be great.” You call out, knowing Carrie would kill you if you said no. You return to Luke’s side and follow him into the space that would soon be filled with fans. The stage was set up with their instruments and you can’t help the shiver of excitement that goes through you.
“Are you cold?” Luke asks.
“No, I just had a chill.” Before you finish speaking, he’s pulled off the flannel shirt he’s wearing and handing it to you. “Honestly, there’s no need. I’ll be fine.”
“Y/N, take the damn shirt. It’s cold in here and you’re in a tank top.” He insists with a laugh.
“God, you’re pushy.” You snap at him playfully as you take the shirt and slide it on. It’s still warm from him wearing it and you resist the urge to bury your nose in it.
“What do you want to drink?”
“Just a beer is fine.” You pull some money out of your purse, but he waves it away as he hands over a card to the bartender.
As you take a sip of cold beer, your phone chirps with Carrie’s ringtone.
“Sorry, I have to take this.” You pull your phone out as Luke asks the bar tender to take three of the bottles to the rest of the band. “Hello?”
“Where are you? The doors are opening soon.” Carrie’s voice is almost drown out by the noise around her.
“I’m just finishing up, I’ll be out soon.”
“Was Luke as dreamy as-”
“I’ll be out as soon as I can. Bye.” You cut her off, worried Luke will hear her question and shove your phone away again. “Sorry, my friend’s in the queue. I really should get out there.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.” You go to put your almost full bottle of beer on the bar. “Take that with you. You can’t waste good beer.” You laugh and slide the bottle into the sleeve of Luke’s shirt to hide it from the security staff as the two of you walk over to the door. “Hey, it was nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, you too.” The two of you lock eyes for a few minutes before you remember Carrie. “I… I better go. Break a leg tonight.”
Before he can answer, you’re outside with the door slamming closed behind you. You take a deep breath to try and calm your racing heart as you walk around the building to find Carrie.
:: ::
“Where did that come from?” She asks, pointing to the shirt, as soon as you join her. You look around to make sure no one’s listening. You don’t want to be overheard.
“It’s Luke’s.” You whisper, laughing as her eyes widen in shock. Even more when you pull the bottle of beer out from the sleeve and take a long drink from it.
“When we get inside, you are telling me everything. But especially how you came out of an interview with the lead singer’s clothes on.”
Before you can answer, a cheer goes up near the front of the queue as the doors open and security begin letting the fans in.
Slowly, as tickets are checked, the queue moves forward and you’re finally at the front. The security guy recognises you and gives you a smile as he lets you and Carrie inside.
The first stop is the cloakroom so you can check in your bag and the goodie bag the guys gave you after the interview. Then Carrie drags you to the bar and starts pumping you for answers.
“How did the interview go? What took so long? Why did you come out wearing Luke’s shirt and carrying a beer?”
“Woah, slow down.” You order a couple of shots for the two of you from the bartender who served Luke earlier. He waves away your money, explaining you’ve been added to the bar tab the guys have running to your surprise and Carrie’s giggles. “The interview went really well. The guys responded so well to my questions and I took a selfie with them. Oh, shit. The photo’s on Alex’s phone.”
“Oh, really?” Carrie raises an eyebrow at you.
“Do you want me to tell you or not?” You move away from the bar so no one can overhear you. When you’re certain you have some privacy, you fill her in on what happened after the interview ended.
“Holy shit, Y/N/ I think you’re in with a chance there.”
“Carrie, no. He’s a bonafide Rockstar, who lives like thousands of miles away. I’m a student from London. Don’t get carried away. He was just being friendly.”
“Oh, sure. Because all rockstars offer their shirts to fans and buy them a beer.” She looks at you, a weird look in her eye as she orders another round of drinks. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Trevor the tour manager walking toward you.
“Hey, Y/N. I was asked to give you this.” He hands you a slip of paper before melting away through the crowd toward the stage.
“What is it?” Carrie askes as you unfold it. Written in the hardest writing you’ve ever had to decipher is,
Meet me backstage after the show? Luke.
You don’t know what to think, but Carrie crows like a damn rooster, attracting attention from other fans around you.
“Just being friendly, huh?” She hip bumps you, “I’m coming with you to the other shows, I need to see this unfold with my very own eyes.
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The Greatest Show
Rewrite The Stars
A new series- all chapters are based on each song from ‘The Greatest Showman’
Characters belong to Pixelberry except MC - Amber Smith-Beaumont and Brett Parker
Warnings: Swearing, slight smut
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*****
“Riley!”
“Who the fuck is this? Put Amber back on.”
“It’s me, Liam.” There was silence on the other end of the phone, as well as silence surrounding Liam.
“Ri?”
You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide. But I can't have you. We're bound to break and my hands are tied.
“I don’t know anyone called Liam. I’m sorry, can you put Amber back on the phone please.” Amber now realising that Liam was the man who broke her friend’s heart changed her perspective about him. Damien gave out a sly laugh after piecing the pieces of the jigsaw together.
“So Riley was the commoner. This does complicate things.” He said as he smirked at Bastien. Leo gulped as the others whispered about Liam and Olivia’s relationship- wondering what this would mean for the two of them. Sneaking away, he needed to distract the Duchess before all hell broke loose.
“Riley. You know exactly who I am. Don’t lie to yourself.”
“Listen arsehole! I don’t know you. I don’t want to know you! Put my friend back on the phone or I’m coming to Cordonia.” Liam smirked, knowing she’d put her foot right in it.
“No one mentioned anything about Cordonia. So do tell me, how to do you know about a little unheard Mediterranean country. Amber said she was in Canada to her ex.”
“Fuck you Liam!”
“You’ve already done that, those few days in New York. Correct me if I’m wrong?” Hearing her sigh, Amber was shocked that Riley hadn’t hung up yet.
“Liam pass me the phone back, before I commit treason. Ri, I’ll ring ya back. I need to have words with a certain ‘fucker’.” Liam looked disgusted at Amber, tightening his grip on the phone- Drake shot him a look, making him realise that he should quit whilst he was ahead.
“Amber I’m off to work. I’m working the early shift tomorrow I’ll ring you back on this number tomorrow afternoon my time. I love you.”
“Love you too.” Hanging up, she noticed Damien and Bastien trying to hold in their laughter.
“How could you do that to Riley? To Liv? I thought Leo was the playboy prince?”
“Amber you don’t understand, I love Olivia. I fell in love with Riley too. You can’t exactly criticise me- you was in a relationship and having sex with Drake.” Drake felt her tense up, “Amber leave it. Please. We can go back up to my room.”
“Difference between you and I PRINCE Liam, is that my ‘boyfriend’ hurt me beyond words. I know how you can instantly fall in love, I have with Drake. But I dumped Bretts sorry ass before sleeping with Drake. You don’t know half of what happened once you left do you?” Shaking her head, she felt like she was going to be stuck in the middle of a love triangle. Riley was her closest friend, but Olivia had also claimed that title during her time in Cordonia.
“I don’t know what? Go on Lady Amber, do tell me.”
“No Liam, it’s in the past - if you don’t love Olivia don’t string her along. Don’t string Riley along either- she will kick ya ass Prince or not. I’m going to bed. Damien is there anything else you need to say?”
“No Amber, I’ll talk to you tomorrow about what we are going to do. Meet me around say ten?” Amber nodded.
“Amber, I’ll meet you in your room. I need to calm Liam down.”
“Okay.” Kissing her on her cheek, he focused his gaze onto his best friend.
“Come for a drink Li.” Passing his friend a scotch, his eyebrows raised- hoping his friend would confide in him. Ever since they were children, they had always told each other everything and anything.
“What’s up Drake? I have a ball to get back to.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? I thought we were best friends? What about Olivia? I know I don’t particularly like her- but come on Liam. How could you do that to them both?”
“I didn’t mean to fall in love with two women, Drake. With Riley it was different. I can’t explain. She’s beautiful. I’ve got a picture of us at the Statue of Liberty - every so often I’d look at it. Then I realised that it wasn’t meant to be. I look at how you and Amber have instantly clicked, how you are clearly falling in love with each other. I’m so confused Drake.” Showing Drake the photo, it did show Liam looking happier than ever.
“Is that why you was ‘snappy’ when you returned from New York? Because of her? You blamed it on the stress of becoming the crown prince and going through the social season.”
“Of course it was. I couldn’t confess the true reasoning. My father hates Olivia, imagine if I told him that I’d also fallen in love with a commoner. I’d be sending him into an early grave.”
“Li, you’re going to be the King. You are going to be making decisions for the rest of your life. But before you become King, you need to decide where your heart really lies. Like Amber said, don’t string them both along.”
“What has she done to you Drake? You’ve turned into a softy.”
“She unexpectedly came into my life. I’ve enjoyed spending time with her. I’m falling in love with her Li. For the first time in my life, I can see a future with someone.” She unexpectedly came into my life. I’ve enjoyed spending time with her. I’m falling in love with her. Drakes words were exactly how Liam felt about Riley.
“Do you think I could sneak away without anyone noticing?”
“What?”
“Leo owes me. He can cover for me for the regatta tomorrow.”
“Cover for you?”
“I’m going to go to New York now. Can you ask Leo to step in, say I’m sick?”
*****
Amber slowly walked towards her room, before being grabbed by someone. Ready to punch the person, she stopped just in time.
“Your majesty.” Amber curtsied, as he bowed back to her.
“Lady Amber. Where are you going?”
“To my room. Why do you ask?”
“I’ll escort you there. I would like a few words in private.” Fuck he’s going to ask why I haven’t stuck to our agreement about ‘wooing’ Liam. Amber nodded, just to be polite. Really she was just wanting to spend time with Drake and ring Riley off the landline in her room. Arriving at her room, she allowed Constantine in. Offering him a scotch, he nodded and thanked her.
“So it has come to my attention that you are in a secret relationship with Drake. Is this true?” Gulping she felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Her mother always brought her up to be truthful. He couldn’t exactly throw her out of the country now knowing the truth about her father.
“Myself and Drake are close. Yes that is true. Why?” Constantine knew she wasn’t telling the full truth.
“I don’t mind you having a relationship with him. There is a typical Cordonian marriage agreement. If you marry my son, you can still be in a relationship with him.”
“With all due respect your majesty, I wouldn’t worry about Liam marrying Duchess Olivia.” Seeing his eyes widen, she instantly regretted what she had just said. Shit Olivia is going to kill me.
“So you have stuck to our agreement then?”
“Not quite, no. He is in love with someone. As well as Olivia.” Fuck, I’m totally dead now. Shut up Amber! Maybe Leo should have sutured my lips together.
“Do I know this person?”
“No.”
“Thank you for this information Lady Amber, I shall speak to my son at the regatta tomorrow regarding this. You look more and more like your mother every time I see you. I was very fond of your mother. As we all were. Is she well?”
“My mother and father are well yes.” Constantine looked at her confused. He knew Barthelemy was her father- but he had passed away. As for the man who everyone believed to be her father, he had also passed away. “I speak to my Mom on the phone every so often. When I found out the truth that ‘uncle’ Barthelemy was my father- I rung her immediately. Countess Madeleine lied to me, she told me that Jackson was my father.”
“Excuse me, but you know about Barthelemy being your father? Amber, he passed away.”
“That’s what you all think. He ran off to the states to marry my mother. They are both very much alive and well. Only myself, Maxwell and Bertrand know the truth. Well you also know now. Bertrand was disgusted when they wed, it was Bertrand who decided it was for the best for him to fake his death. To avoid any scandals. To not cause a poor reputation for House Beaumont.” Constantine knew Amber was being sincere, truthful. He believed Barthelemy was one of his closest friends- he was now frustrated that he couldn’t confide in him.
“Do you have your mother and father’s address, I’d like to visit them both.”
“No, I don’t. I’m sorry. I rarely speak on the phone to them. When I did ring her, I was going to ask her to meet me when I returned to New York. I wanted them both to answer questions I have.”
“Lady Amber, you will always have a home here- as do they. You don’t have to return back to New York. I’ll leave you to get some sleep. See you at the regatta tomorrow.” Amber nodded and smiled softly at the King before he left.
****
Drake scrutinised the ballroom for Leo, not finding him anywhere he headed straight to the princes quarters. Knowing Liam would potentially throw him in a cell if he didn’t ask Leo to cover for him. About to knock on the door, he heard voices- Leo and Olivia. The voices soon became louder, more like moaning. The crashing noises echoing through the walls. Drake’s eyes widened- Leo and Olivia? Fuck. Deciding to just find Leo in the morning, he needed to see Amber.
*****
“Leo, someone is going to notice that we have disappeared.”
“As I said, Liam is distracted with; Bastien, a private detective, Amber and Drake. Amber’s ex has caused some trouble, if Liam is a good king to be - he will be a while discussing how they are going to prevent Ambers ex from doing anything further. You’ve never been this timid before.” Kissing her neck, his hands roamed her body. Olivia abruptly pushed him away.
“That’s because before the social season began, you was the crown prince not Liam. He loves me. He’s choosing me.”
“Liv, he’s been sleeping with an American behind your back.”
“I already know Leo, she’s called Riley. He has a photo of the two of them on his phone. He was ringing and texting her all the time. I blocked her number.”
“You sly bitch. Why didn’t you call him out?”
“Because this way I can still have you both. The typical Cordonian marriage arrangement. I love you both.”
“Liv..... What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart. You'd be the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me. No one can say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours tonight...”
“You think it's easy. You think I don't want to run to you. But there are mountains. And there are doors that we can't walk through. I know you're wondering why. Because we're able to be just you and me within these walls. But when we go outside. You're going to wake up and see that it was hopeless after all....”
“If he loves this Riley, you and I can be together. All I want is to fly with you. All I want is to fall with you. So just give me all of you.” You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide.
Leo pinned her against the wall, crashing his lips on to hers. Just think about it Liv, he whispered as he placed kisses along her neck- causing her to throw her head back.
“Just fuck me Leo. I can’t resist you as always.”
*****
Amber rung Riley up, hoping the dive bar was dead as usual and that she’d be able to answer the call.
“Hello?”
“Ri, it’s me.”
“How the fuck are you with him?”
“He’s the Prince of my cousins country. My cousins that are actually my brothers. Riley, Maxwell and Bertrand are nobles. They live in Cordonia not Canada.”
“Oh great....”
“How’s work?”
“Shit. Are you ever coming back? Fucking Liam. I thought I was getting over him. Then bang, he’s there. With you. He has the cheek to ignore my texts then act as if nothing has happened.. he’s still mr fucker, mr fuck face.”
“Riley, I saw how upset he was. I’m not taking his side. I just assumed he was loved up with Olivia, it was a shock.”
“Fuck him. He’s in the past. I’ve got no link to him anymore. Babe I’ve got to go, please come home soon. I need a night out!”
“I am coming home sooner rather than later. I love you Ri.”
Drake opened the door, watching Amber hang up- he had heard the last part of the conversation. His heart instantly broke. Clearing his throat, she noticed she had company.
“Hey, how did it go with Liam?”
“Fine. He’s not feeling too well though. Erm Leo and Olivia are fucking. And now you’re going to leave me.”
“What? Leo and Olivia? Are you kidding? Drake.... I...”
“No I’m not kidding. It’s fine Amber, you don’t need to explain. I knew it wouldn’t last forever. Take care of yourself...” Before Amber could respond, Drake left abruptly. I’m going back to get my things to move here. To be with you.
*****
Liam arrived in New York along with Bastien, not knowing how Riley was going to react if he found her. The SUV parked outside the dive bar- he knew he needed some Dutch courage to talk to the woman who he let down. The two men entered the bar, it was quiet- Riley was sat on the bar as she was that first night she met him. Liam felt as if his heart was skipping beats. She’s still as beautiful as I remember.
“Can we have two scotches please.” Riley looked up, her eyes widened- those eyes locking with hers. The eyes she had become accustomed to all those months ago. Shaking her head, she had hoped that it was her imagination playing tricks on her.
“No. You are barred. Get out.” She snapped at him, all the anger she had kept inside was ready to be released.
“Riley! Serve the gentlemen now!” Her manager shouted at her, before apologising to Liam and Bastien. Looking at the clock it was 9.45am. She still had a few hours before she finished and Daniel would take over. Slamming the drinks on the table, she provided them with a stern look. Turning around, Liam grabbed her wrist- his baby blues pleading with her to just hear him out.
“This is Bastien, my guard. I just want to talk to you Riley. Please.”
“No Liam. What the fuck are you doing here? Is Amber with you?”
“No she isn’t. I’m here to talk to you. Bastien will leave us alone if you’d prefer.”
“Liam, I don’t want to talk. When I wanted to talk, you ignored me out of the blue. I needed to tell you something. But it doesn’t matter now. What we had was a fling. A stupid fling.”
“It wasn’t for me.”
“Liam... you’re a prince, you are marrying someone. It was a fling. I have to work.” Watching her wipe her tears away, he ordered Bastien to pay her manager to let her have the day off. He knew she would refuse to talk to him any further, but it was worth a try.
“Riley, it’s quiet. You may as well go home.” Riley noticed her manager, wink at Bastien. Shaking her head, she knew she would be an idiot refusing to leave work early. But she definitely wasn’t going to entertain Liam. Exiting the bar, she looked over her shoulder. Phew he’s got the hint, he’s gone.
“Riley!” Spoke too soon.
“What? Just leave me alone Liam.”
“I’ve got cronuts.. come back to the hotel I’m staying at. Just to talk. I need closure if you decide to never talk to me again.”
“Liam there’s nothing more to say. Go back to Cordonia. When you left....a month after... I found out.... I was....pregnant. I miscarried. That’s it. End of story. Goodbye Liam.” You don’t know half of what happened once you left do you? Remembering Ambers words, he now realised that was what she was referring to. Remaining silent, he didn’t know how to respond- placing a comforting hand onto her arm, she flinched. Natural instinct was to hold her in his arms as he did all those months ago. Ask her to confirm if the baby was his, even though deep down he knew it was with her explaining about it. Feeling like he had failed her and their child- he regretted losing contact with her. Eventually Liam pulled her towards him, she fell into his embrace- hearing his heartbeat increase, she looked up towards him. Caressing her cheeks, he wiped away the tears from her face- tears beginning to form in his eyes too. They needed to talk, he knew she was stubborn but he was going to make it his aim to attempt her to open up old wounds. Until she did, he didn’t want to return to Cordonia. Resting his forehead against hers, their breathing was now in unison- the need to kiss her, was difficult to resist. Leaning closer, their lips were inches apart.
“Riley!” Creating a larger distance, Riley turned her head. Liam still held on to her waist. He was wondering why her body had become all tense all of a sudden.
“What do you want?” Liam looked between Riley and the stranger, sensing tension- he would protect her even though he had no idea what was happening between the two people in front of him.
“Have you heard from Amber?” Riley looked at Liam, providing sorrow in her eyes. Knowing she had to protect her friend.
“No! So fuck off Brett! Leave us all alone! What are you going to do? Beat me to pulp again, like you did with Daniel. Like you did with Amber all those times?”
#trr#trr choices#trr fan fic#trr the greatest show#drake x mc#liam x riley#amber smith beaumont#liam rhys#drake walker#leo rhys#olivia nevrakis#trr bastien#damien nazario#leo x olivia#riley brooks#trr constantine
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The Other 51 (Drabbles)
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by ireallydowritelikeimrunningoutoftime
Self-made challenge where I write one Drabble (100-500 words) every day for 51 days (or if I forget/didn't have time, two the next day)
Inspired by the Other 51 Challenge (where you write 51 fics over the course of 6 months)
This is just to make sure that I write something, even if it's just a Drabble, every day, because sometimes you're just not in the mood to work on anything (and yes, I put every fandom/ship/relationship/character that I could possibly write about because I'm an overachiever and I got carried away)
If you feel inspired to write a fic based on one of these, just let me know so I can read it, no credit necessary! Oh, and if you want to, leave a request for any one of the fandoms/ships/relationships/characters I put above!
Words: 241, Chapters: 1/51, Language: English
Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Greatest Showman (2017), Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan, In the Heights - Miranda/Hudes
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen, Multi
Characters: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Theodosia Prevost Burr, Theodosia Burr Alston, Philip Hamilton, Aaron Burr, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Teddy Lupin, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Petunia Evans Dursley, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Jason Grace, Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Apollo (Percy Jackson), Phillip Carlyle, Anne Wheeler, P. T. Barnum, Charity Barnum, Lettie Lutz, W. D. Wheeler, Newt Scamander, Newt Scamander's Magical Beasts, Tina Goldstein, Queenie Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski, Evan Hansen, Zoe Murphy, Connor Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen), Usnavi (In the Heights), Vanessa (In the Heights), Benny (In the Heights), Nina Rosario, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Severus Snape
Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Theodosia Burr Alston/Philip Hamilton, Aaron Burr/Theodosia Prevost Burr, Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton & John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton & George Washington, Thomas Jefferson/James Madison, Alexander Hamilton & Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton & Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Theodosia Burr Alston & Philip Hamilton, Aaron Burr & Theodosia Burr Alston, Aaron Burr & Theodosia Prevost Burr, Aaron Burr & Alexander Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton & John Laurens & Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette & Hercules Mulligan, Thomas Jefferson & James Madison, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley, Albus Dumbledore & Harry Potter, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Arthur Weasley & Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin & Nymphadora Tonks, Teddy Lupin & Harry Potter, Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter & Molly Weasley, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley & Harry Potter, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase & Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Nico di Angelo & Will Solace, Jason Grace/Piper McLean, Jason Grace & Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque/Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque & Frank Zhang, Nico di Angelo & Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase & Jason Grace & Percy J. & Hazel Levesque & Piper McLean & Leo Valdez & Frank Zhang, Phillip Carlyle/Anne Wheeler, Phillip Carlyle & Anne Wheeler, Charity Barnum/P. T. Barnum, Charity Barnum & P. T. Barnum, P. T. Barnum & Phillip Carlyle, Phillip Carlyle & Lettie Lutz, Anne Wheeler & W. D. Wheeler, Tina Goldstein/Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein & Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein & Tina Goldstein & Jacob Kowalski & Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein/Jacob Kowalski, Queenie Goldstein & Jacob Kowalski, Jacob Kowalski & Newt Scamander, Albus Dumbledore & Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein & Tina Goldstein, Evan Hansen/Zoe Murphy, Evan Hansen & Zoe Murphy, Connor Murphy & Zoe Murphy, Evan Hansen & Everyone, Usnavi/Vanessa (In the Heights), Usnavi & Vanessa (In the Heights), Abuela Claudia & Usnavi (In the Heights), Benny/Nina Rosario, Benny & Nina Rosario, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Sirius Black & James Potter, Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Luke Castellan & Annabeth Chase & Thalia Grace, Newt Scamander & Newt Scamander's Magical Beasts
Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Feels, Love, Death, Romance, Character Death, Character Study, Angst and Feels, Drabble, Drabble Collection, Wordcount: 100-500, Challenges, Personal Challenge, daily updates, I'm sorry about all the tags, I literally put every ship or character I could possibly write about, feel free to take part in this challenge yourself, if you feel inspired to write a fic feel free to do so, no credit necessary but let me know if you write something based on one I'd love to read it, Canon Era, Canon Universe, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Ficlet, Ficlet Collection, Crack, Fluff and Crack, I'm going to put whatever fandom the Drabble is for as the chapter title, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
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*slams fists on table* MYSTELEON
I knew you wouldnt disappoint! :D tho you already know most of these lmaoo lotsa credit to @herbofoo anyway, i dont remember which of these you came up with but Patchwork wouldnt be the same without your Good Good Content! (And of course thanks for all your patience as i cry about comics lmao)
I’ve lost all shame long since ive started shipping them so brace yourself for the self-indulgent cheese that is Chameleon/Mysterio in my Patchwork verse. (its reallly. really Melodramatic. i gave up all pretense.. also under the cut cuz its long..)
ask meme
Who cooks:
Mysterio! Although Chameleon is objectively The Superior Cook thanks to the long years of being a servant to picky russian nobility BUT exactly because of that, he really doesnt enjoy it, even less when cooking for others and not just himself. So it is usually Beck who prepares meals (that are not bad either, they are just simpler) but as often as they can, they eat out. That said, Cham is very well aware Quentin loves his cooking so sometimes, he makes them something. (Being sick isnt so bad when it means Chammy bringin you a big bowl of hot borscht :)
On the other hand, Cham has quite a sweet tooth which Q notices Fast and decides to learn how to bake. It took more effort and failed tries than it could have, mostly because he got cocky, how hard could this be and just. kept forgetting he put stuff in the oven.. But now he makes quite delicious cookies n cakes which make Dmitri almost tear up because tasty + Quentin baked something Specifically for him??
Who does the laundry and other chores:
Mysterio’s laundry is usually booby trapped so he has to clean it himself and he doesnt even let Cham near it. And he keeps forgetting gadgets in his civvies. Not to mention that again, for the same servant reason, Cham really doesnt enjoy house chores in general, so he usually just gets his own clothes cleaned somewhere else (especially since his fancy suits and even fancier gowns are the highest quality and delicate materials, he doesnt even Know how to clean them..)
As for the rest of the chores, its pretty balanced, although Cham has more of an eye for things that needs to be cleaned up (and Beck already has cooking duties) so he does a tad more.
How many children do they have + Any pets:
In my Patchwork universe there’s a whole Thing about Leon, the Chameleon of the Ultimate universe but I’ve tried to type up a short summary and failed, it’s a long story lmao ^^;; and anyway he isnt exactly their kid, he is just much younger than them and they ended up sorta mentoring him.
However, they have Celavi, the escaped ex-spy beluga.(Yes, it started as a joke based on this post that accidentally grew more and more serious until @herbofoo and me were too attached to let it go) She counts pretty much as their adopted daughter that they both spoil to hell and back, I mean no surprise, she saved Cham’s life once and sometimes, she helps out with heists. (Mostly for the show, you should have SEEN the look on Spider’s face when a beluga splashed him. He is used to humanoid sharks, to Hydroman.. not like. real life beluga that LAUGHS at him) Beck’s voice: “Dont you dare to insult her, SHE IS PERFECT AND FLAWLESS and A GOODNESS INCARNATE!! -she is literally a deserted russian spy that was trained to gather everything that could be used to harm USA-yea, i have a soft spot for those ;)“
She was always surprisingly clever so she never really counted as a “pet” and at one point, she even bonds with a symbiote (together they are Vague, again long story ah ha). They dont talk but have quite some range of vocalisations so communication isnt a problem.
Who’s more dominant:
They both have pretty dominant strong personalities (ok chameleon’s a bit more complicated with that but like.) with big egos who dont like others questioning their superiority. (Of course not at the level of like Doc Ock etc, they are surprisingly flexible and good team players that can be willing to let someone else take the spotlight if they are Nice) But the whole point of their relationship is that neither of them is dominant over the other, they get enough of that literally everywhere else. It’s very reassuring to be so sure that they are on equal footing, cooperating, no hidden nooses around their neck. Especially in their line of work of course!
(Also, for the other interpretation of this question: anythin remotely sexual happens Pretty Late in the story and both of them are somewhere on the ace spectrum so it doesnt happen that often but they are both verses tho Beck bottoms more)
Favorite nonsexual activity:
MOVIES!! Sprawled on the giant comfy couch, closer than technically needed, cuddling and watching old movies with great special effects and/or great actors! Listening to Beck excitedly rant through the most dramatic speech of the story as he explains how the next cliffhanger is done with hydraulics! Focusing so hard on the stars in his eyes and his excited tone and gestures and just the tone of his voice you forgot to listen to the words themselves! Watching Cham’s face flawlessly mimic the faces on the screen in a blink of an eye and secretly guessing which one will he pick next. Feeling his head slowly fall on your shoulder, eyes closed, his mask smooth but not tense, instead just.. peaceful. Slight ping of annoyance, after all, this is A Classic movie dammit, but it’s gone in a second because Mitya hasnt slept since thursday and you are just relieved he is finally getting his rest. Feeling his warmth under your hand on his shoulders and suddenly never ever wanting to get up again.. EHM. anyway
PLANING HEISTS TOGETHER!! and more or less successfully executing them but planning is actually even more fun aside from the Big Reveals and Entrances which are actually harder to coordinate than one would think!
Lots of shobiz/job talk actually, they really enjoy what they do! Lots of people already mentioned that in their hc compilations but i agree, they love goin to see all kinds of movies and plays and performances as well as acting various scenes with one another!
Their favorite place to be together:
NEW YORK CITY BABEYY. Sure they love to travel and see other countries (and cause mayhem there) but.. they love their mess of a city, it’s never the same without the webhead around as well as the bazillion of other heroes n villains bashin each other’s heads.
Any traditions:
Oh so many pop culture references and inside jokes, oh my god. One time, they spent the entire heist (and its planning period) speaking strictly in famous movie lines and titles, Max and other sixers tried to join but didnt last too long :’D
Beck also has a habit of taking pictures of people with Interesting faces or styles he sees and sends them to Cham. Also another fanon classic: together they have a running game, disguising themselves as moderately famous people and the other guessing who..
Their “song”:
‘This is me’ from the Greatest Showman, i just live for the two of them singin it in Cham’s car,off key but fully immersed and living it.
What they do for each other on holidays:
Neither of them are religious but that doesnt stop Beck from going ALL OUT at any opportunity, Sin Six doesn’t do any heists around holidays because you Know he’d make them dress for the occasion or worse, write them themed lines… They still meet for Christmas and Hanukkah and sometimes other holidays too because this is my AU and you can pry festivities-related shenanigans from my cold, cold hands. It’s always at Beck’s place tho because he can turn his hideout into the tackiest holiday-themed showcase but he aint roping them into it.
On the other hand, Cham despises American commercialized holidays in general and Christmas time especially, since it’s not a big thing in Russia and also once again, he has family issues for days. (Although relatively speaking, he is pretty over these, he is not gonna like mope around or anything)
Anyway, what they do for each other is that they try to compromise, Dmitri doesnt sneer at stupid kitsch decorations every 5 minutes and Quentin ..chills a little. :’D To be fair, Beck makes everything fun and having Cham there makes Beck appreciate the details more instead of just goin into BETTER!BIGGER! frenzy.
Where did they go for their honeymoon:
After the fuckin Ages of pinning, when they finally end up together for realsies, they wanted somethin Big and Flashy! (Well Beck wanted and Cham kinda too but also with the option to merge with the crowd unnoticed and take some chill time) Anyway they went on a whole world wide tour! Starting with a luxury cruise, they took their time, lots of crime sprees to plan and execute, lots of local shows to see, lots of dumb heroes to fool, they’re gonna have it all!
Where did they first meet:
Around the time when Cham and Hammerhead had their criminal empire running Fisk to the ground, Otto decided the Sin Six should team up with them for their ressources needed on one heist or something. They agreed but Cham insisted on actually going in the field, it’s been a while since he really stretched his face legs like this and the mafia life was starting to bore him. Doc made him team up with Mysterio much to the fishbowl’s dismay because why do they need another disguise artist?? He is the Master Of Illusions dammit, he can run circles around this guy, what the fuck Otto?? So at the start, he pouts and fumes under his helmet and in general he is his v unpleasant self but… He can’t help but notice that the new guy is a real professional, he even uses Traditional masks, he likes the same movies… And most importantly, he is actually interested in Mysti’s craft, asking questions and even LISTENING to his long winded answers… At one point he even wondered if that X thing was meant as a HOMMAGE to the Y movie, the Six never did that!! (Usually the rest of the sixers dont know the reference, heathens, and when they do, they mock him for it, that he’s copying ideas and mixin them ridiculously. BUT THIS GUY GETS IT!!) So it doesn’t take long for them to hit it off, of course at this point without any real Trust behind it but it’s a start.
(Though Beck does pay a visit to Otto like, buddy pal i know you’ve been planning on manipulating these crimelords to your end somehow and honestly, any other day i’d be down, i actually had a robot prepared for my own backstab but i was thinking they werent that bad and maybe we Could hold our end of the bargain this time and just. leave each other on good terms? Mabye? Obviously it’s purely out of respect for our teammate Kraven since him and Chameleon seem to have some history, nothing more, definitely nothing to do with how bright Cham’s eyes were when i was showing him the back of my stage… )
What do they fight over:
this whole post has been a mountain of cheese but im bringing more! Honestly, goin through my notes on Patchwork, their biggest arguments have always been about.. the other one not taking proper care of himself :’D Or them lashing out because they were scared and worried about the other and they cant stand being so vulnerable while the other pretends it’s not a big deal because they dont know how to handle genuine concern directed at them.
Do they go on vacations, if so where:
GIVE!!! BECK!!!! HIS!!!! ISLAND!!!!!!They actually do have one, it’s where Celavi spends most of the time and they visit her often. But never for too long, neither of them can actually spend too long doing nothing..
#dmitri smerdyakov#mysterio#quentin beck#chameleon#sinister six#marvel#spidey#spider man#hey i got 30 followers here nice! so have some long boring rambles! :D#31 actually wow nice nice !!#patchwork#kao posts
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cheesy feelings at 3am.
hello! so here's the scenario based of chan's recent vlive 👀 (i'll never be able to get over this guys i'm sorry) the title has nothing to do with the actual story it's just because i was feeling cheesy at 3am and decide it to write this sosldkskfskkfsl chan has my whole heart and he's gonna kill me someday i swear 😭💘 ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (also if you want to listen to tenerife sea while reading i think that would be nice 👀) 💞💞💞💞
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so, chan was doing a vlive. it was kind of late at night, but again, when does this men sleeps?! we were at one of the many jyp studios, he was trying to work on a song, but couldn't concentrate, so i suggested him to do a vlive, to talk and just relax a little bit while interacting with his fans. of course i was in the background, just watching his shy smile right before he starts, i couldn't help but laught a little bit at his shyness, he sings in front of thousands of people but can't do a live on his own, it's ironic right? but just one of the many things i love about him.
"what? why are you laughing? there's something on my face?" he asks, turning on his chair to look at me while wiping his cheeks, the smile on my face grew even bigger.
"yes, beauty." i say just to tease him a little bit more.
"well i'm glad you think so, but i knew that already." he sends me a quick smirk before finally turning the thing on and asking me to not make much noise.
i think i should mention that he was wearing his usual all black outfit, bare face and all. gosh how can you be so in love with someone? is that even possible? looking at him right now, hiding his face with his hands as people start to join the live, being his dorky adorable self, my heart was about to explode and it would be all his fault.
"hello. i feel shy already." you know those cartoons where people have heart eyes while looking at someone they love? that was me right now.
he talked for a bit before start listening to music, i cover my mouth to prevent people from hear me laughing as he then starts to jamming to the greatest showman soundtrack, he was obsessed with it lately. we watched together and he cound't stop teasing me because i said i had a crush on zendaya (who doesn't right?!)
"is there anything that you guys wanna recommend to me?" he asked to the viewers, and as he slightly took a glance at me i mumbled "JOHN MAYER!" he coundn't respond but i know he was thinking "AGAIN?!" he recently started to listening because i listen to it a lot, BUT JOHN MAYER IS A GENIUS OK?! YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR THIS!
"rewrite the stars? is that a song?" he says out loud, more to himself than to anyone else, already tiping the title of the song on the computer. watching him in his element always make me think about how lucky i am for founding him in this life, and even more lucky that he wanted to be a part of mine too. the song played trough the speakers, it was kind of an emotional song, "but you're here in my heart, so who can stop me if i decide that you're my destiny?" he was oblivious to me staring at him as he enjoyed the music, but being cheesy as i am i cound't help but relate the lyrics to him, or to us. i was so in love with him, and i was so grateful for that.
"oh, zendaya." he said smirking, and as mentioned previously, i already knew what he was thinking so i just smirked too. if he could i bet he would say "yes guys, my girlfriend has a crush on zendaya."
"i can't sleep very well, so when i work this late at night, i concentrate more." that was something i could say i knew, we both weren't very good at sleeping eight proper hours at night, so, sometimes things like this happens, he can't sleep so he calls me and asks if i'm still awake and we both end up on the jyp building until 2am, life is hard guys, is even harder when you have insomnia. maybe that was one of the things that put us together: the lack of sleep.
"there was a time when i used to only listen to this song, shawn mendes' lost in japan. it's amazing." he gives me another quick glance, and i smile widely. some time ago i spended a couple months in my parents house, it wasn't a really long time, but since we met we used to spend at least a couple days of the week together, watching movies with the other boys, eating some junk food, writing songs, or just simply enjoying each others company, so being away like that, it wasn't so easy. and around that time, this song came out, chan said he listened to it all day while i was gone, that he could relate to lyrics cause he missed me but that the song also gave him a warm feeling.
"everyone in my family is really musical." the smile on his face when he talks about his family is the most beautiful thing i ever seen, his eyes shine so bright and i could stare at it all day.
and then, OF COURSE, someone had to suggest one of my favorite ed sheeran's songs just to break me into pieces.
"i love this song. oh my gosh." i started cringing on the back, like i was saying "COME ON! YOU WANT ME TO CRY RIGHT NOW CHRISTOPHER?"
"this is like my go-to song when i feel really relaxed... and just want to rest." can i kill him?! i can't take this anymore, it was supposed to be just an innocent live for him to chat with the fans but now i'm suffering... and i want some cuddles... while listening to ed sheeran, or while he sings ed sheeran's songs to me 'cause he knows that make me weak and i would do anything for him, that he has my heart in the palm of his hand, that i coud listen to his voice for days and i woudn't complain for even a second, because he is all that i want... all that i could ever ask for...
"cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need, i'm so in love, so in love." he sings a little bit, and then looks directly at me, he is singing to me and i know that, but the people on the other side of the screen don't know that i'm there with him, they can't know, but that's fine, cause i know and that's all that i need.
"stay, isn't great?" he smiles widely.
"if i were to do a cover, i'm curious to know if there's a song that you would recommend for me." and, again, i looked at him as saying "if you don't do a fucking john mayer cover i'll break up with you." then he laughed out loud cause he knew what i was thinking since i always asked him to do one.
"i am having a lot of rest, it's ok. i do have a lot of rest so..." oh ok your liar, we all know you are a workaholic, but it's still sweet that you don't want to make your fans worry. i thought to myself. it's ok, i'll make sure you have some good sleep later.
"bye bye. you guys make me happy too. i'm going to leave now." he said goodbye and turned off, looking a lot more relaxed than he was before. getting up from the chair he comes to me, giving his hand so i could get of off the floor, i take without hesitate. he then hugs me and hide his face on the crook of my neck. i hug him back, he still smells like the coffee we had earlier that day.
"i want some cuddles." he says, kind of sleepy already, all the talking must had made him tired i guess. i smile while taking my hand to his hair.
"oh yeah?" i respond, knowing i couldn't deny him anything while he looked like that. he stares at me, his hand coming to rest on my cheek, a smirk on his lips as he continued.
"yeah... and some kisses too." he gets closer and finally connect our lips, it's a slow kiss, without any rush, like he just want to enjoy the moment, his grip tightening on my waist, he finish the kiss with a soft bite on my lower lip. and i smile in between all that.
"let's take you home then." i say reaching for his hand while intertwining our fingers. and just like that, i couldn't be more happy that i had this amazing, beautiful boy by my side, it was all that i could ever ask for and so much more.
#stray kids#stray kids soft hours#stray kids scenarios#stray kids imagines#stray kids reactions#stray kids chan#bang chan scenarios#bang chan imagines#bang chan#stray kids hyung line#chris bang#cb97#3racha#3racha cb97#stray kids bang chan#stray kids x you#stray kids x reader
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wd wheeler (the greatest showman)
main verse // film and headcanon based.
disclaimer: all information provided is for main verse; may vary depending on verse
BASIC INFORMATION
full name // wyatt david wheeler
nicknames or aliases or titles // wd
age and birthday // 27 ; march 23 1858
home // alexandria, louisana
current location // new york city, new york
pronouns and gender // he/him, agender
occupation // acrobat
language(s) spoken // english
accent // classic lousiana accent
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
faceclaim // Yahya Abdul-Mateen II
hair colour // black
eye colour // brown
height // 6′3
build // wow he’s stroNK
distinguishing features // i mean he’s black in a time where black people were hated so yA KNOW
ADDITIONAL CHARACTERISTICS
physical conditions // n/a
neurological conditions // n/a
sleeping habits // likes to sleep curled up wicked tiny
eating habits // omnivore; eats whatever he can
exercise habits // he’s an acrobat so
emotional stability // fairly stable
sociability // not too social m’dudes
FAMILY
parent(s)// dakarai & matlida okeke
sibling(s) // anne wheeler (half-sibling)
significant other(s) // n/a
child(ren) // n/a
SOCIAL STATUS
financial // wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty
medical // fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged
class or caste // upper / middle / working / slave / unsure
education // qualified / unqualified / studying
BELIEFS
general // some sort of christian
belief in ghosts or spirits // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in an afterlife // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in reincarnation // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in aliens // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in karma // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
religious // orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.
PERSONALITY
mbti // isfj
hogwarts house // hufflepuff
moral alignment // lawful neutral
ROMANTIC / SEXUAL INCLINATIONS
romantic orientation// aromantic
sexual orientation // asexual
polyamorous or monogamous // n/a
PREFERENTIAL TENDENCIES
extroverted / introverted / in between
disorganized / organized / in between
close minded / open-minded / in between
calm / anxious / in between
disagreeable / agreeable / in between
cautious / reckless / in between
patient / impatient / in between
outspoken / reserved / in between
leader / follower / in between
empathetic / unemphatic / in between
optimistic / pessimistic / in between
traditional / modern / in between
hard-working / lazy / in between
cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown
loyal / disloyal / unknown
faithful / unfaithful / unknown
VICES
drinking alcohol // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
smoking // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
other narcotics // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
indulgent food // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
splurge spending // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
gambling // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
violence // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
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Do you use soap or body wash when you shower?
>> lmao I was waiting for #30 so the title would look like an emoticon. :p
Anyway, I use bar soap.
What day of the week is it?
>> Monday.
What does that mean you have to do today?
>> I didn’t have to do anything specific today.
Are you currently in the second story of a building?
>> Third.
Look past your computer screen. What’s in front of you?
>> The plastic drawers with my clothes in them.
Who was the last person you spoke to in person?
>> Sparrow. Or Can Calah. Does that count as “in person”...? :/a
Is there anything written on the shirt you are wearing?
>> No, it’s just an undershirt.
Do you own a tie dyed shirt?
>> No.
Did you make it yourself?
>> ---
Are you currently wearing a belt?
>> No.
How many days is it until Christmas?
>> Six months.
Will it be Christmas before it is your birthday?
>> Well, yes and no.
How much was gas the last time you looked?
>> I don’t know, I don’t buy gas so it isn’t a concern of mine.
Is there someone who would support you no matter what?
>> Probably, yeah. I mean, I don’t know what “no matter what” entails. I don’t expect anyone to support me if I like... murder a bunch of children, or something.
Do you know how to make hemp jewelry?
>> No.
Do you still get carded when you try and buy things you’re old enough to?
>> Yeah. I’m probably going to get carded for a long time because I never look my age.
What was the last movie you saw in theaters?
>> Solo! I loved it.
What was the last movie you watched by yourself?
>> Damn, I don’t remember... oh, was it The Greatest Showman? I think it was that. Also a great movie!
Is there someone you’d drop everything for if you could see them right now?
>> I mean, maybe not drop everything. I don’t want to break my computer lmao I’ll need that for when I get back here!
Do you believe in saving sex for marriage?
>> Hell, no.
Do you think the drinking age in the United States should be lowered to 18?
>> No.
Do you have any relatives who were born in another country?
>> Yeah.
Would you rather visit Iceland for a week or Rome for a day?
>> Iceland for a week. Anywhere for a week is better than anywhere for just a day, what the fuck am I supposed to do with a day? (Also, I just really want to go to Iceland.)
Who was the last person you rode in a vehicle with?
>> Sparrow.
What were you doing at this time yesterday?
>> Probably taking a survey, lmao. Or lookin at tumblr.
Do you believe most people are good people deep down?
>> No, I believe all people are just people -- products of biology, environment, and experience. We judge them based on our own perceptions, but they just are who they are.
Do you tend to hold grudges?
>> No.
Who do you look more like, your dad or your mom?
>> I don’t know.
Do you get along with your parents usually?
>> ---
Are you an optimist?
>> If pressed to choose one, yeah, I’d say I’m an optimist.
What’s the date today?
>> 11 June 2018.
Are you wearing jeans?
>> Nope.
What comes to mind when I say the word ‘pink?’
>> The Victoria’s Secret sub-brand or whatever.
Do you believe in finding the good in people?
>> Not in those words. I just believe in treating people like people, man, whatever.
What was the last thing someone said to you?
>> I don’t remember.
What was the last thing someone asked you?
>> I don’t remember.
Did you sleep alone last night?
>> Physically.
What will you be doing tomorrow around 2:00 p.m.?
>> I don’t know.
Do you tan?
>> I get a little darker if I spend a lot of time in the sun, but otherwise no.
Have you ever spent the night on a rooftop?
>> I don’t think so... although I have like a vague impression that I might have? I’ve done a lot of things in NYC over the time I’ve lived there, and slept in a lot of interesting places, so it’s perfectly likely.
What is the nearest big city to you?
>> Chicago or Detroit.
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The Greatest Showman
Hello people of the universe!
Yesterday I watched “The Greatest Showman” and I thought I share some of my opinions or whatever after it received some not so good critics.
So first of all how dare they?? It’s literally one of the best, most moving films I have watched in recent times and it has a great message (I’ll get to that later). I mean of course it’s not historically correct but it never says anywhere that it is supposed to be. Is it inspired or based on actual events? Yes! Is it supposed to retell the story absolutely accurate? No. That’s not what the movie is about.
Now. Let’s start with the beginning. I like how they start the movie with the end of the story. It is a great way to show that most people always just see the bright side of every story. How every single person always wants to be on top of the world but not many see what it takes to get there. The most glorious stories need time. Wouldn’t there be any difficulties why would it be so interesting to tell this story. Anyways. “Lady’s and Gents this is the moment you’ve been waiting for” is such a good start!?!? The fact that Barnum in the movie never waited but always jumped in action is a nice contrast too.
I don’t know if I am overinterpreting this but at one of his lowest moments he gets an apple from an outsider and idk but it reminded me a lot of a good turn on the snow white and the evil stepmother story. He sees in this moment more humanity on an outcast than in anyone else. He later on remembers that moment and I just really like how they did it.
The dancing on the roof scene is probably one of the most well known scenes from the movie but hear me out. In the way they dance they tell so much about their relationship. Charity literally jumps OF THE ROOF and trust Phineas to catch her. I mean that’s their whole relationship in one movement?!?! She would follow him anywhere and she states so later on but it is the most obvious in that vulnerable moment. And he would literally do anything for her so yeah. The whole choreography is on point like this. Just take how in the beginning Anne is doing the trapez just with her brother and later on as the story evolves and they become more and more a family she gets more involved with the people on the ground and her show is cut loose from the rest of the show but they actually participate in it. You can see that when she lets people on the ground catch her.
And while I am at the musical performances. THE SOUNDTRACK YOU GUYS. It’s perfect. I wasn’t sure how modern music would mix with a historical setting but !?!?!? It was so perfect. I don’t know how they manages to make every song so good that you could listen to it for the rest of your life. Some of my favourites are in no specific order:
1. Never enough… I mean foreshadowing much… A lot of people hate this song because they do not like the character but who cares?!?! It is such a good song and it always reminds me that I should reach for the stars.
2. From now on. UGh you guys. Everytime I get the feeling that I need to dance right now. I need to become a professional dancer and singer in exactly this moment. The end from now on I have to take an extra moment here!! Okay hear me out! He sings “from now on”, which is the title of the song I know BUT Charity (my queen) answers with “However big, however small”, which is not part of this song but of “a million dreams” the song right in the beginning of the movie. It shows their relationship so well in the way that Phineas had to find his way to Charity through all the struggles and realises this in this song while she stated it right in the beginning of the movie thet she would always be there for him. WHAT A POWER MOVE!!
3. The greatest show… I dont even know what to say… What a perfect way to bracket the movie and show the evolution and the passing over of the tradition to the next generation.
4. Come Alive…. Me every morning in bed.
5. The othe side is me screaming bc Troy Bolton sings and dances again. Not just that but its a very good song and I get a whipsplash every time I try to sing both parts.
6. I just realised I was pointing out the whole soundrack. whoops. sorry.
Back to the bar scene from now one. This scene. It just shows how much they became a family in the time they had together. He didn´t give up on him the same way he never gave up on them and always believed in them.
My last point then I am done. The release date was on point. I mean in a time where I feel we are back in a lot of sad and segregated times where being a little bit different is bad this is exactly the celebration of diversity, friendship and love that the cinemas needed. It´s dedicated to the dreamers to the ones that do not feel comfortable in this world because they are here to change it to a better place.
#at this point i´ve seen it three times#tgs#the greatest showman#pt barnum#hugh jackman#anne wheeler#zendaya#zac efron#philip carlyle#movie#i love this movie so much
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On Bridgerton, Underwear Is Crotchless & The Corsets Are Divine
Shonda Rhimes’ Netflix adaptation of Julia Quinn’s historical romance novels, titled Bridgerton, is en route to becoming one of this year’s most memorable TV fashion moments. The series, which premieres on December 25, is essentially a 19th-century version of Rhimes’ long-running show Grey’s Anatomy. Only, instead of scrubs, McSteamy — in this case, Simon Basset, played by Regé-Jean Page — wears a period waistcoat, and Meredith — here, Daphne Bridgerton, played by Phoebe Dynevor — a beaded, empire waist dress with an equally intricate corset underneath. In other words, everyone’s wildly attractive — and incredibly well-dressed.
For the series, Bridgerton costume designer Ellen Mirojnick — who designed looks for Fatal Attraction, Showgirls, The Greatest Showman, and Maleficent: Mistress of Evil — sought out experts in fabric cutting, jewellery, and corset design. “I had to really build a costume house and create everything because there wasn’t anything in the world that would satisfy what we set out to do,” Mirojnick tells Refinery29. And while you’re sure to be wowed by the pastel-coloured gowns and layers and layers of extravagant jewellery featured throughout the season’s eight-episode arc, it’s what’s underneath the dresses that really matters most.
BRIDGERTON PHOEBE DYNEVOR as DAPHNE BRIDGERTON in Costume Department of BRIDGERTON Cr. LIAM DANIEL/NETFLIX © 2020
Like Rhimes’ other shows, including Private Practice, How To Get Away With Murder, and Scandal, sex plays a big role in Bridgerton. It is, after all, based on a pulpy romance novel. Because of that, an equal amount of focus was placed on the characters’ undergarments as the glitzy pieces worn on top of them. One member of Mirojnick’s team was renowned corset maker Mr. Pearl, who was the designer behind Kim Kardashian’s Mugler look from the 2019 Met Gala. “He is magnificent,” says Mirojnick. To remain accurate, Mr. Pearl designed corsets in line with those worn in the early 1800s. (The show is set in the year 1813.)
“Women at that time were corseted women, even though their corsets were far less [intense] than they were in Victorian times,” says Mirojnick. In the early 1800s, women wore half-corsets, similar in length to a longline bra. During the Victorian era, in the mid- to late-1800s, women wore full-length corsets that created an hourglass figure, not unlike the one worn by Kardashian. “Their bosoms were to appear as though they were blossoming. It’s almost like the blossoms of your cheeks — rouged and desirable,” she says of the early 1800s. “The dresses are adorned so that women look beautiful [and catch the eye of a potential husband], but the focus is always on the bosom,” she says.
BRIDGERTON (L to R) NICOLA COUGHLAN as PENELOPE FEATHERINGTON, RUBY BARKER as MARINA THOMPSON and LUKE NEWTON as COLIN BRIDGERTON in episode 101 of BRIDGERTON Cr. LIAM DANIEL/NETFLIX © 2020
To remain true to the time period and give actors a costume that they could move and bend in, Mr. Pearl designed half-corsets for the series. “Of course, a corset will never be truly comfortable,” says Mirojnick. This is something that Nicola Coughlan, who plays Penelope Featherington on the show, confirms: “Taking off a corset at the end of the day just feels incredible. It’s a bra times 10,000. Your ribs are just like, Ah.”
In keeping with the times, Mirojnick also designed bloomers for the women to wear underneath their gowns — which were crotchless back in the day. Yes, crotchless. She goes on to say that, with the exception of corsets, the underwear worn in the time (which also included slips and petticoats) was quite simple compared to the lingerie worn today. “Sexiness came in real-life,” she says.
Though women were supposed to keep hold of their virtue until their wedding night, the fashion at the time was actually designed in a way that made it much easier for women to disrobe quickly — in the throws of passion, for instance — than men. “Men’s pants closed at the sides and had braces to keep them up. Women, however, just had to lift their skirts if they wanted to,” Mirojnick says.
BRIDGERTON (L to R) REG-JEAN PAGE as SIMON BASSET and PHOEBE DYNEVOR as DAPHNE BRIDGERTON in episode 102 of BRIDGERTON Cr. LIAM DANIEL/NETFLIX © 2020
According to Mirojnick, one of her primary goals for the costumes was to transport viewers to another world, one full of lavish parties, extravagant gowns, and, yes, luxury undergarments. “For all of us who love that romance novel type of sexy, Bridgerton allows our imagination to flourish — it transports you into a place that’s really very fun to watch, especially given the bleak times we’re living in,” she says. The designer, who’s worked with Rhimes on a number of different shows, was adamant about keeping with the “sauciness and sexiness” that the famed TV producer is known for. And after watching all eight episodes, one right after another, I can tell you with certainty that there’s no shortage of sauce in Bridgerton. With a wardrobe full of designer corsets and crotchless bloomers, how could there be?
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VULVARINE on tour Presented by Fat Rascal Theatre Company King's Head Theatre June 11 - 6 July 2019 Interview with Robyn Grant, artistic director of Fat Rascal Theatre and performer in Vulvarine ‘Ripping apart comic book Superhero clichés and gender stereotypes … with songs that stand out for their ingenuity, wit and catchiness’ ★★★★★ London Pub Theatres review LPTmagazine: Hi Robyn, The VULVARINE tour is well under way now but we’re delighted that you’re coming back to King’s Head Theatre, with your anarchic musical. As Artistic Director of Fat Rascals are you the genie behind it all? Robyn Grant: We’re thrilled to be returning to the Kings Head! As one of their associate companies it really feels like our London home and we can’t wait for the London audiences to get their teeth into it. As for being the genie I wouldn’t say that at all haha, I have the most fantastic team around me here at Fat Rascal. Our brilliant producer Laura Elmes who is a total power house, my genius co-lyricist Daniel Foxx, our wonderful associate director Siobhan CannonBrownlie and of course our amazing cast and crew. They’re such a joy to work with and make my job very easy indeed. LPT: We imagine the first rehearsals were laugh a minute, but perhaps it had a much more serious intent? RG: We came into the show knowing exactly what we wanted to say. We had a few research days looking at the marvel universe and its lack of female characters, at the tampon tax and everyday sexism, at the pharmaceutical industry, hormonal treatments frequently used on women and the risks they pose. With all of that in our backpacks we dived into the adventure of creating the comedy, the pace and the feel of the show. All of our political elements are an undercurrent, fuel for the fire and made to seep into the audience’s subconscious. From rehearsals forwards its really our job to make people laugh! We all get on so well more often than not rehearsals just feel like playtime and it’s up to poor Siobhan to come and reign us in, tell us to get off each others backs, put the wigs down and do some bloody work. LPT: Allie Munro is electric in her role as the hopeless Bryony Buckle thrust into a Spiderman-esque scenario as Vulvarine, complete with nuclear sea urchins. In the story it’s the result of hormone therapy gone wrong and a well-timed bolt of lightning. What was the hardest part of putting all these elements together? RG: Figuring out the story for this show and creating a sensical and satisfying arc was the hardest part for me. As you say there’s so many elements but we want our work to be fun, fast and accessible. No-one should feel left behind. Allie is a total gift of an actor because whatever you throw at her she’ll take it and make it her own, and also almost translate it for the audience. She’s so relatable, likeable and god damn funny I almost think there’s nothing that girl couldn’t sell. Saviour of womankind? Easy mate. LPT: You’re also acting in the show, playing multiple roles. Could you tell us a bit more about your role as the wittily named Mansplainer? RG: The Mansplainer is Vulvarine’s arch nemesis. He’s a 55 year old evil marine biologist called Keith Herlit who harbours a love of The Greatest Showman and a hatred of womankind. It sounds completely nuts I’m well aware but he is SO much fun to play and one of my favourite parts to date. LPT: There’s no doubt the show has heart, but what’s the break-through scene for you? RG: I love the romantic duet at the show’s climax, ‘The Office Boy and Vulvarine’. It’s a total celebration and pastiche of musical theatre cheese and 80’s rock ballads. There’s a disco ball, there’s dancing fish and there’s some tasty AF harmonies. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to make and the audience always bloody love it, it’s so silly and satisfying. LPT: With the larger than life characters and the catchiness of the songs, have any of your audiences got carried away? RG: Yes they get rowdy and we love it! With our shows we always want the audience to know that they’re welcome to laugh, cheer and whoop. This isn’t a night at the theatre to sit and be silent. It should feel like a party, a celebration; everyone should feel totally empowered and badass at the end. The ladies in Bristol who brought in a bottle of prosecco each and sang along with the finale, we salute you. Equally the gang who were all dressed up as the Mansplainer in Sheffield, fantastic work. LPT: The show is certainly a master class in multi-roling, with a caste of five playing a multiude of roles. What’s the secret to your success? RG: We have a firm (and probably unwarranted) belief that anything can be done and that if it seems impossible, it’s probably a gift. Crowd scenes, flying and manic fast changes; Things can go wrong at any time, the audience are totally in on the joke and that creates an electric atmosphere. We just need them to be on our side, they are very much the other actor in the room and if they’re willing to buy it and laugh, anything can be done! LPT: Have you got a favourite stand out moment in the show yourself? RG: I love the reprise of the title song ‘Vulvarine’, sang by Sonya, the Mansplainer’s wife (Played by Steffan Rizzi). It’s such a great empowering moment of girl power, we’re careering towards the end and DANG, boy can SANG. LPT: This isn’t your first addition to the musical theatre genre, you took TOM AND BUNNY SAVE THE WORLD to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival 2017. That was an equally hilarious take on the Zombie Apocalypse trope so we wondered what else you might have up your sleeve? RG: Well well well, not a white rabbit but an Octowoman! We’re currently working on our new musical ‘Unfortunate’, the untold story of plus-size icon Ursula the Sea Witch. It’s a parody based around Disney’s ‘The Little Mermaid’ and hoo boy are we excited about it. Think sass, sex and suckers. We’ll be taking the show to the Edinburgh fringe festival this summer alongside Vulvarine. LPT: Finally, what do you think is the best thing about bringing the show to King’s Head theatre on this leg of your tour? RG: Fabulous London audiences including Rascal fans old and new, a brilliant space to bring the show to life in and a delightful pub for a summers eve G&T, what more could we want!? THIS SHOW HAS ENDED VULVARINE Presented by Fat Rascal Theatre Company on tour: Komedia Brighton, May 27th – 29th King's Head Theatre June 11 - 6 July 2019 Cast Doncaster, July 10th The Lowry Salford, July 11th – 12th King’s Head box office Bryony Buckle is astoundingly average. Her days are filled with mind numbing office work, thinking about lunch and lusting after Orson Bloom from IT. But following a dose of hormone therapy gone wrong and a well-timed bolt of lightning, Bryony gains superhero abilities and a brand-new persona: Vulvarine, saviour of womankind. Where is all the tampon tax going? Who is The Mansplainer, and what is his evil plan? Grab your tights, your spanx and your most supportive sports bra. It’s hero time. "We came into the show knowing exactly what we wanted to say. We had a few research days looking at the marvel universe and its lack of female characters, at the tampon tax and everyday sexism, at the pharmaceutical industry, hormonal treatments frequently used on women and the risks they pose. With all of that in our backpacks we dived into the adventure of creating the comedy." "Allie is a total gift of an actor because whatever you throw at her she’ll take it and make it her own, and also almost translate it for the audience. She’s so relatable, likeable and god damn funny I almost think there’s nothing that girl couldn’t sell. Saviour of womankind? Easy mate." "This isn’t a night at the theatre to sit and be silent. It should feel like a party, a celebration; everyone should feel totally empowered and badass at the end. The ladies in Bristol who brought in a bottle of prosecco each and sang along with the finale, we salute you. Equally the gang who were all dressed up as the Mansplainer in Sheffield, fantastic work." "We have a firm (and probably unwarranted) belief that anything can be done and that if it seems impossible, it’s probably a gift. Crowd scenes, flying and manic fast changes; Things can go wrong at any time, the audience are totally in on the joke and that creates an electric atmosphere." Share by:
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The Video Game Movie Equivalent Of “Manos: The Hands of Fate” Is A Wonder Boy Adaptation You Had No Idea Existed
Forget the live action Super Mario Bros, forget both live action Street Fighters, and forget every single vehicles that Uwe Boll has helmed: 2010’s Wonder Boy is unquestionably the worst video game movie ever produced. Period. That’s saying a lot, I know.
I was made aware of its existence by Minus World’s Ollie Jameson, who passed along this impressive and entertaining piece of investigative journalism by coolgreat.website, which primarily concentrates on Robin Morningstar, one of two individuals that’s responsible. Who at one point tried to produce a version starring live actors with, of all people, Uwe Boll? And before that, he seemingly produced a flick based upon Chakan the Forever Man, an even more obscure Sega property than Wonder Boy!
But yeah, I’m assuming Ollie gave me the heads up cuz knows of my fondness for video game cinema, along with my affinity for incredibly strange/just plain trash movies. I know it’s cool to be into films that are “so bad it’s good”, but trust me, I’m way deep down in the rabbit hole of bonkers, outsider cinema, which means I also regularly consume (and honestly enjoy) movies that most would consider “so bad it’s really bad”. So my tolerance is exceptionally high for such nonsense, yet even I had a difficult time sitting through the entire thing.
Yes, I’ve watched the entirely of the above. My goal was to produce a detailed review, but honestly… it’s simply not possible. For starters, nothing and I mean nothing makes sense. Which is quite the feat, given that it’s jam packed with plot and characters for a solid hour and a half. Perhaps it’s due to my lack of familiarity with the subject matter, but try as I might, I could not find any real connection between the film and the game it is based upon, from everything I’ve read online, which I believe is Wonder Boy in Monster World? There are a few similarities, but they’re all overshadowed by the vast differences.
Okay, so a film being nothing like the game it’s based upon is hardly groundbreaking. But what if that film based on a game is made on top of an entirely different game?!? Which in this case is Second Life. And that’s the thing: this Wonder Boy adaptation is beyond fascinating, with so many legit oddball aspects that it’s impossible to flat out dismiss. But despite it all, it’s still damn near unwatchable. I think my main take away is how it’s much easier to digest piss poor acting, a confusing story, a plodding pace, and nonsensical editing when it involves real people and not Second Life avatars.
So there’s one other person responsible, who isn’t even cited in the aforementioned write-up: producer/director/animator Lucinda McNary. The best comparison I can make is that she’s essentially the Neil Breen of machinma, for those of you familiar with his work. Alas, I was originally going to title this post "The Video Game Movie Equivalent Of ‘Fateful Findings’ Is A Wonder Boy Adaptation You Had No Idea Existed” but I know that movie’s not quite as well known and I gots to get dem clicks baby. Also, I think anyone can tell that I’m kinda struggling to figure a way to directly discuss the subject… Robin Morningstar/Lucinda McNary’s take on Wonder Boy is just so… something.
Perhaps I should put more effort, cuz I know 99% of you will not watch more than 30 seconds, if that. Though I implore everyone to at least fast-forward to the 59:55 mark and see if you can at least make it till the 1:02:55 mark. Anyhow, moving on…
As noted last time, I’ve got yet another assortment of video game videos to help thin out the backlog. Though this just in, another slice of life from the man behind the greatest video game program in the history of human civilization, aka BitHead1000. I love nothing more than to hear him rant about the idiots he encounters while looking for games at garage sales in Long Island. Though the following also includes anecdotes from his younger days, which has less to do about games and more to do with crabs…
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Time again for another longer vid, and time again for yet another TNT infomercial! This one actually predates the one that was recently discovered two months ago, by a year, which means it might be the very first one produced? Yet that also means its even more rough around the edges, as in Todd isn’t nearly the showman that we would later become, but we all have to start somewhere…
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Not to bring up politics, but like many folks out there, I have rather complicated feelings as it pertains to my homeland, that being the United States of America. Though I have found a video that perfectly illustrates said relationship. Imagine Captain America here as the government as it is today, and myself as Guile (via sndfrosteyneko)…
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Sticking with fighting games, here we have yet another lengthy vid, but one you’ll surely absorb every second of… provided you’re a fan of SNK, gravure idols, and LaserDiscs. Neo Geo Gal's Graffiti centers on the woman of assorted SNK fighters, all being interviewed by none other than Reiko Chiba, who also dresses up as her subjects (who, in turn, tells our host plus the player how to perform special moves and combos). I should have maybe also included Super Sentai to the list; Reiko is best known as being the original Pink Power Ranger (via vgjunk)…
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And finally, I too saw Spider-Man Homecoming and I too loved it a whole lot. The reasons are numerous, though it’s largely due to Batman, I mean the Vulture. Well, Michael Keaton to be exact, and I’ve been waiting ages for the right time to share the following. Alas, it’s now out of date, but that just means it’s time for ULTIMATE MICHEAL KOMBAT….
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wd wheeler (the greatest showman)
main verse // film and headcanon based.
disclaimer: all information provided is for main verse; may vary depending on verse
-future verse
BASIC INFORMATION
full name // wyatt david wheeler
nicknames or aliases or titles // wd
age and birthday // 27 ; march 23 1858
home // alexandria, louisana
current location // new york city, new york
pronouns and gender // he/him, agender
occupation // acrobat
language(s) spoken // english
accent // classic lousiana accent
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
faceclaim // Yahya Abdul-Mateen II
hair colour // black
eye colour // brown
height // 6′3
build // wow he’s stroNK
distinguishing features // i mean he’s black in a time where black people were hated so yA KNOW
ADDITIONAL CHARACTERISTICS
physical conditions // n/a
neurological conditions // n/a
sleeping habits // likes to sleep curled up wicked tiny
eating habits // omnivore; eats whatever he can
exercise habits // he’s an acrobat so
emotional stability // fairly stable
sociability // not too social m’dudes
FAMILY
parent(s)// dakarai & matlida okeke
sibling(s) // anne wheeler (half-sibling)
significant other(s) // n/a
child(ren) // n/a
SOCIAL STATUS
financial // wealthy / moderate / POOR / in poverty
medical // FIT / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged
class or caste // upper / middle / WORKING / slave / unsure
education // QUALIFIED / unqualified / studying
BELIEFS
general // some sort of christian
belief in ghosts or spirits // yes / NO / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in an afterlife // YES / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in reincarnation // yes / NO / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in aliens // yes / NO / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in karma // yes / NO / don’t know / don’t care.
religious // orthodox / LIBERAL / in between / not religious.
PERSONALITY
mbti // isfj
hogwarts house // hufflepuff
moral alignment // lawful neutral
ROMANTIC / SEXUAL INCLINATIONS
romantic orientation// aromantic
sexual orientation // asexual
polyamorous or monogamous // n/a
PREFERENTIAL TENDENCIES
extroverted / INTROVERTED / in between
disorganized / ORGANIZED / in between
CLOSE MINDED / open-minded / in between
CALM / anxious / in between
DISAGREEABLE / agreeable / in between
CAUTIOUS / reckless / in between
PATIENT / impatient / in between
outspoken / RESERVED / in between
leader / FOLLOWER / in between
EMPATHETIC / unemphatic / in between
optimistic / PESSIMISTIC / in between
TRADITIONAL / modern / in between
HARD-WORKING / lazy / in between
CULTURED / un-cultured / in between / unknown
LOYAL / disloyal / unknown
faithful / unfaithful / UNKNOWN
VICES
drinking alcohol // never / SOMETIMES / frequently / to excess.
smoking // NEVER / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
other narcotics // NEVER / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
indulgent food // NEVER / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
splurge spending // NEVER / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
gambling // NEVER / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
violence // never / SOMETIMES / frequently / to excess.
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Wyatt David Wheeler was born in 1858 in Alexandria, Louisiana. His father, Dakarai, was 28 and his mother, Matilda, was 17. He lost his father when he was only 5 years old. He has one half-sister, Anne Lillian Wheeler, born to his mother and their slave master. W.D. was born into slavery alongside his parents; his father Dakarai Okeke, died when he was 5, in 1863.
In 1865, Matilda and her son fled to Madison, Louisiana, when the Civil War ended, after Lincoln was shot, fearing what her master would do now that the messiah of a president was dead. Upon getting settled as a servant, she drew up papers for her children, Anne being born soon after they moved, and legally defined their name as Wheeler so Lea and his family would have no connection to them and couldn’t harm them. When they were old enough, the Wheeler children got odd jobs to help support the family, practicing acrobatics and finding their love of it in their free time in an abandoned theater nearby.
In 1881, Matilda caught ill and was bedridden for a year. Her children worked harder to support her, but all was for naught, as within in a year, in 1882, Matilda died and left her children alone in the world. She died at the age of 41.
Anne suggested that they move to New York to chase their dream of being acrobats since there was no point living in Louisiana anymore with their mother having passed. The two moved to New York City in 1883 and settled into laborious jobs. They joined PT Barnum’s Circus in 1885 and finally achieved their dream.
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The Greatest Show
This Is Me
A new series- all chapters are based on each song from ‘The Greatest Showman’
Characters belong to Pixelberry except MC - Amber Smith-Beaumont- this chapter also includes a Perfect Match/TRR crossover
Warnings: Swearing, sarcasm 😉, smut
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******
Amber ran to her room, wanting to ignore Madeleines malicious attitude- she couldn’t help but wonder if they were lies. When her mother moved away once she reached 18, she often spoke about people in Cordonia- one being the Beaumont’s but the other being Jackson, now known as Jackson Walker- Drakes father.
“Do you miss Cordonia?”
“I miss our family especially Barthelemy. I was also close to a handsome man called Jackson- he was the main kings guard. He was very nice- supportive with anyone, a family man. I heard that he tragically died leaving behind his wife and two children. Amber. I will never stop you from seeing your family. I know the Beaumont’s come here, but if you ever want to go back- that is your choice.”
“No thank you. If the other nobles are like Bertrand, my ass is staying right here in New York.”
Picking up the landline in her room, she dialled the number that she had memorised over the years.
“Hello?”
“Amber! How are you?”
“I need to come home soon. I need answers about my life. Answers about my father.”
“Why?”
“Because I think I’ve slept my brother. Please. I’ll let you know when I’m returning.”
Hanging up she laid back in bed, her mind running overtime. Hearing the knocking at the door- the familiar voices, she remained silent. Ignoring them, she felt rude- but right now she just wanted to be on her own.
Waking up the next morning Amber wanted to believe that last night was just some awful nightmare - seeing the sunshine through the window, she decided to make herself a cup of coffee and sit on the balcony. Opening the doors, she felt that cool Lythikos air. Sparking up the cigarette, she took a long drag.
“Morning. So you’re a social smoker too?”
“Jesus Drake! What are you doing up? Yes I am, when the occasion calls for it - just don’t tell Bertrand.”
“Well that’s what people tend to do in the morning- get up. Hmm, I can’t promise that I won’t tell him.” Turning around to finally face him, she admired his body. Noticing her gawking, and the ash falling off her cig in slow motion- he needed to gain her attention.
“Amber! You’re going to inform Bertrand that you smoke yourself if you burn yourself.”
Shit. Standing up, he walked over to the edge of his balcony.
“Are you okay? We all came up to see you, but you must have been asleep.”
“I’m fine.” Providing him with a half hearted smile, she looked down towards the floor not wanting to elaborate the conversation. “Amber there’s something you should know.”
“Drake, I already know.”
“I don’t think you do. I’m coming over to your room.”
“I’m fine. I don’t want to talk about it or Madeleine. Just go and put some clothes on you’re making me feel cold.” Drake walked back into his room, she was feeling relieved but also slightly disappointed. Before she knew it, he was climbing over the ledge.
“Drake! You’re going to break your neck!”
“Are you going to let me in if I knock on your door?”
“No.”
“Well then, I guess I’m risking breaking my neck.” Amber stood up wondering if he was bluffing, her heart was jumping out of her chest. What would the news headlines be?
Secret love child has affair with her half brother, then is the reasoning behind his sudden death.
Winking at her as he landed on her balcony, she felt as if she could breathe again.
“See. No broken neck. But if I did break it it would be your fault.”
“Oh really? I told you that I didn’t want to talk.”
“Stop being stubborn. Madeleine lied. Your father isn’t who you think he is, but he isn’t my father.”
“How do you know that?”
“Your Uncle Barthelemy is your father. Maxwell hasn’t told Bertrand yet.”
“What? I need to go.”
“Maxwell isn’t here, if that’s where you was going. He’s gone back to Ramsford.”
“Fuck.”
“I’m so sorry. Barthelemy should have been honest with everyone.”
“That’s not the problem....” Drake looked at her puzzled. “If Bertrand and Maxwell suddenly die, Ramsford is mine. Oh god. I can’t be noble. I can’t be a Duchess.” Drake burst out laughing, she reminded him so much of him.
“It’s not funny Drake!”
“Sorry but it is. Maxwell is like an alley cat- he has a hundred lives, I wouldn’t worry too much. Besides you’d be the most beautiful Duchess in Cordonia.” Shit, I want him. Now that he’s told me the truth. We’re not related. Phew! Stop gawking at him Amber.
“I think Olivia would disagree. At least my title would be higher than miss broken nose barbie.”
“Olivia is going to be Queen, she won’t care about the Duchess status any longer. You need to get ready, we’re all due out on the ice in an hour.”
“Great.” She said with a lack of enthusiasm.
“What’s up can’t you skate?”
“Babe, I’d skate circles around you. I’m like a professional figure skater. Don’t believe me you’ll have to come and watch.”
“Any other talents you’d like to confess?”
“Plenty. Apart from showering.”
“Well it’s not hard to have a shower.”
“But I may need some help scrubbing my back.”
“You’ll have to ask someone else. You told me to get dressed remember.”
“That’s a shame. See ya around Drake.” Walking into the bathroom, she purposely left the door open. Drake gulped as he saw her naked, natural instinct led him to follow her.
“Is the water warm enough?”
“Not quite. I thought you was going.”
“I thought you needed help, scrubbing your back.”
“I do. But I think you’re slightly overdressed Mr Walker.” Stepping into the shower, the water was cascading down Ambers body. Feeling his eyes watching her, she wondered what he was thinking. Washing her hair, her eyes closed as she rinsed off the shampoo, before rubbing the shower gel over her body in a seductive manner. Opening her eyes, she turned to see Drake slip off his clothes, and boxers before joining her. Taking the shower gel, he rubbed it in to her back- feeling his erection against her she sighed. Turning to face him, the droplets that did nothing but accentuate his strong frame, glistened down his arms and trickle down his chest. Placing her hands around his neck, she kissed him on the lips. It started as an innocent gentle kiss, before becoming passionate. Their lips melted into one- his tongue slid across her bottom lip, her mouth opened slightly- giving him permission to enter it into her mouth. Their tongues battled against each other as if their life depended on it. His arms gripped around her waist tighter, as he pressed her against the wall. Feeling his hard cock in between her parted legs, she knew she couldn’t hold off any longer. Drake placed kisses along every inch of her body, before sucking and licking one nipple, whilst his other hand squeezed her bottom. “Oh Drake...” hearing her moan his name, he lightly traced her entrance with his fingers before inserting them. His fingers moved rhythmically inside her whilst his thumb circled her clit. Increasing his speed as he pumped her, she couldn’t contain the pleasure. “Enjoying that baby?” “Yes, but it’s your turn now.” Before he knew it, Amber removed his fingers from her, bending down she grabbed his dick and guided it towards her mouth. A moan escaped his lips immediately, leaning himself against the wall, he closed his eyes. “Amber, you.... you’re amazing baby.” Fluttering her eyelashes, she traced her tongue along his long length. Her lips formed a tight grip around the tip of him, taking him deeper with each movement. Drake tangled his calloused hands in her hair, before encouraging her to stop. “I want you Amber, you’re so beautiful.” “I’m all yours handsome.” Guiding his cock towards her entrance; he kissed her. “Turn around, and bend over.” Amber did as he said, before thrusting into her in one movement. Feeling her walls tighten against him, he loved feeling her. Placing his palms flat against the shower wall for extra support, he increased his speed, he loved their instant connection- eventually spilling his hot seed into her. Removing his penis- Amber stood up, turning to face him. They both smiled at each other, holding each other whilst their eyes locked. Sharing one last kiss, they both got out of the shower. Drake towel dried Amber.
“You’re a bad influence, you know that Beaumont?”
“It’s Smith- Beaumont.” She winked at him whilst smirking.
“Whatever, beautiful. Come on, you’ve delayed us enough.”
“Ditto!” Placing a kiss on his cheek, Drake had never felt more happy than this moment in time.
*****
Drake arrived at the frozen lake, usually he wasn’t interested in this activity when they came to Lythikos- however he couldn’t prevent looking at Amber skating. She wasn’t lying when she said she could skate.
“Pick ya jaw up Walker.”
“She told me she could skate, I thought she was lying. She’s really good.”
“Is this the first time in Lythikos that you may actually join in? I mean you’re smiling. I don’t think that any of us have seen you smile this much.” Liam joined in winding the situation up.
“I smile.”
“Barely. Why don’t you go to her for some lessons?”
“No it’s fine. I’m enjoying watching someone outshine Olivia. Besides I’ve spent time with her today.”
“When?” Leo and Liam both asked in unison.
“Just before we came here. I jumped onto her balcony. We talked....”
“And.....” Leo was eager for some new court gossip.
“We had a shower.”
“You mean you had sex in the shower. Jesus Drake. What is this girl doing to you? You’re like a whole new man.”
“Oh this is interesting.”
“What do you want?” The men all snapped at Madeleine. Kiara shortly following behind.
“Both commoners sleeping together, sounds about right. I wonder what would happen if this news was to leak? How could you do that to Kiki, Drake?” Leo noticed Kiara’s face drop, he could see the heartache she was going through. He knew Drake had been honest with her, not leading her on in any way, but Madeleine wasn’t helping the situation.
“How’s the nose? Because I’ll gladly finish Ambers job off!” Leo snapped at his ex fiancée, he hated her with a passion.
“Oh darling. You love me really. You did choose me after all, before you decided to go awol. If your brother had any sense he would pick me too.”
“Heh you wish Countess. I’m going to join Olivia and Amber. You coming Li? Drake?”
They all gathered on the lake, Olivia was annoyed with Amber- secretly wishing she could skate like she did.
“So you weren’t lying then.” Drake said, as he skated up towards her- placing his arms around her waist.
“Why would I lie about that? What is she doing here?”
“Just ignore her. She’s already started. She overheard me talking to Liam and Leo. They all know we’ve slept together. I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t want to know how she responded. She’s horrible. I hate her. Leo had a lucky escape.”
“That he did. I wanted to ask you before, what did Olivia leave us for a surprise?” Smirking at him, she knew his eyes would widen.
“How about you come to my room when we get back to the palace later? And you’ll see. We can Netflix and chill.” Drake laughed, knowing that he was the one who explained to her what that phrase meant. Feeling his cock get harder thinking about it, he couldn’t wait to leave Lythikos.
“It’s a date! I’ll bring whiskey too. Amber, I... I’m starting to fa....”
“Bonjour! Lady Amber I’m impressed with your skating skills. Fantastique.”
“Thank you Lady Kiara.. I can teach you if you’d like?” Drake shot her a look, Amber responded by shrugging her shoulders.
“Merci, but I don’t think I’d be able to do it. If Lady Hana Lee had of joined the social season you’d both be in competition.”
“Maybe. Myself and my best friend Riley always go skating back home. Daniel our other friend always falls over. It’s funny. But the offers still there Lady Kiara. Drake, I’ll see you later. I’m going to talk to princes.” Don’t you dare fucking leave me Amber! Walking away, she laughed at Drake feeling awkward.
“How many times have you slept with her? What does she have that I don’t?”
“For a start she doesn’t constantly speak in a different language all the time. We’ve slept together more than once Kiara, not that it’s any of your business. You need to move on. I’m not interested, I’ve always been honest with you.”
“When she goes back to New York, Maybe you could think about us?” Drake shook his head. “Goodbye Kiara, I’ll see you back at the palace.”
*****
Everyone arrived back at the palace, they were all exhausted after ice skating and skiing. Much to Ambers disappointment, an impromptu ball had been arranged by King Constantine before his favourite event took place the following morning- The Royal regatta.
Drake knocked on Ambers door an hour before the ball was due to take place.
“Hey. You look handsome in your suit.”
“Why aren’t you dressed? I’m surprised Maxwell hasn’t dragged you down to the boutique yet.”
“I’ve got plenty of dresses. He’s still at Ramsford with Bertrand anyway. I want to show you something. Come in.” Drake walked in as Amber locked the door, she asked him to sit on the bed whilst she got dressed in the bathroom.
“Drake Walker? Are you ready?”
“Ready for what? Whatever you’ll wear you’ll look gorgeous.”
“Close your eyes.” Drake did as she asked, hearing her near him- he was intrigued as to why she asked him to do it.
“Open them.”
“Holy shit!” Amber was wearing a silky baby doll lingerie, the bralette showing off her assets- whilst the loose fitting skirt provided easy access for roaming hands.
“What do you think? Liv is one kinky bitch isn’t she?”
“You are going to have to take that off, because if not we aren’t going to make it to the ball.”
“Well we have just under an hour. I’m yours if you want me.”
“You’re killing me here Amber! I can’t resist you.”
“Don’t then. What did you want to say before Kiara interrupted us by the way?”
“I’m starting to fall for you. And you wearing this... god. I’m starting to like Olivia. Come here.” Amber straddled him, feeling his erection rub against her.
“Shall I put Netflix on?” She winked at him. “I’m starting to fall for you too.”
After sleeping with each other again, they both quickly got dressed for the ball. “Would you like to be announced into the ballroom together? Fuck what anyone thinks.”
“I’d love to.” Linking arms, they both walked towards the ballroom. God I’m one lucky bastard having her in my arms.
Sir Drake Walker, Lady Amber Smith-Beaumont
*****
Bastien stood in the corner, people watching. Noticing Drake and Amber together, his usual stern expression changed into a soft smile. Jackson always spoke fondly of Ambers mom to him, and Bastien knew that Jackson would approve of the blossoming romance between the two of them. He was knocked out of his people watching trance, when another guard tapped him on the shoulder.
“Sorry to disturb you, but someone is here demanding to see you and Lady Amber. “
“Is it important? Have you done a security check on this person?”
“No. They said you know of them.”
“Okay, take my place.” Bastien walked out of the ballroom, noticing the man he shook his head smiling.
“What are you doing here?”
“Bast, long time no see. I’m here on business. I need to see Amber Smith- Beaumont.”
*****
Drake left Amber, to go and talk to the men. Kissing her on the cheek, she blushed. “Sneak into my room later, bring that sexy underwear.” “Of course Sir Walker. Only for your eyes.”
Amber spoke to Olivia, before being interrupted by the three witches.
“Well well well, if it isn’t the court whore!” Madeleine snapped, Olivia jumped- becoming panic stricken, paranoid that Maddy was referring to her.
“What do you want? I’ll accept all of your insults Countess. So do carry on. When the sharpest words wanna cut me down. I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out. I am brave, I am bruised. I am who I'm meant to be, this is me. I’m not scared to be seen, I make no apologies. This is me.”
“You think you’re so clever don’t you amber. We don’t want you here. None of us. You’ll soon break down. You need to hide away. Runaway. You don’t belong here. You’re just a freak. A love child.”
“Technically I do belong here! I’m a Beaumont. I’ll be heir to Ramsford if anything happens to my brothers.”
“You’re a slut, like your mother was!” Madeleine screamed, gaining attention from all the guests.
“Another round of bullets hits my skin. Well, fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink in. My mother may have been a ‘slut’, but you don’t know her. Or my father for that matter. You do know they married each other right? Oh no silly me, you didn’t know that gossip did you Maddy?”
“Madeleine leave her alone now!”
“Suddenly the Duchess pipes up, shall we spill your little secret whilst we are at it? You’re both sluts. Neither of you will be queen.” Olivia’s heart began to race ten to the dozen.
“Madeleine enough!” Regina interrupted the women, providing sorrow in her eyes towards Amber and Olivia.
“You are making a scene. Carry on and I will escort you out!”
“Don’t worry your Majesty. I’m leaving anyway. Come on girls.” Amber turned to face Liv, smirking. “High five to my fellow ‘slut’ Olivia.”
“Shut up! She’s just jealous Amber, ignore her.”
“Lady Amber, May I have a word in private please?” Bastien escorted Amber out of the ballroom. Liam, Leo and Drake followed- wondering what was happening.
“Amber, it’s so nice to finally meet you. You are a very hard woman to find.”
“Who are you?”
“I am a private detective. A friend of yours from New York is very concerned about your whereabouts. As far as I can see, you are doing just fine and this has been a waste a time.”
“Who is this friend? What is your name?” Assuming it was Daniel who was concerned about her- she felt guilty not communicating with him before throwing her SIM card away. Beginning to panic, Bastien placed a comforting arm on her shoulder- providing reassurance that she was safe.
“Brett is worried about you. My name is Nazario. Damien Nazario.” Amber began to panic with the mention of his name. Damien noticed fear form in her eyes, she had forgotten all about Brett whilst she was with Drake- now she was wondering if she was in danger.
“Amber. I knew he was full of bullshit when he hired me. I did my research using your surname, and it led me here. Let’s call this a vacation rather than work.”
“He’s going to come after me isn’t he?”
“Not if I can help it. I’ll say I couldn’t find you. I don’t care about the pay packet. I spoke to your friends Daniel and Riley. They confirmed my suspicions about him. From what I’ve heard, he’s an abuser. My dear old friend Bast says you are safe here, you have got family and friends here.”
“As well as enemies. Are Daniel and Riley okay? He hasn’t hurt them has he?”
“No. Riley was very helpful. She is a wonderful young lady. A true friend. She said if he touched her she would and I quote ‘knock him out’. They are worried about you too, maybe give them a call. Riley explained to me how she would travel the world looking for you.”
“Is everything okay?” Liam finally spoke after the men watched the interaction from a distance.
“Ah Prince Liam, it’s so nice to see you again. Not that you knew I was following you in New York.” Damien said, before laughing with Bastien. “When Leo abdicated, the two of you visited the states and refused for Bastien to accompany you, he contacted me to follow the two of you.”
“So you were the mysterious person following us around. I guess it was father who did this to us, and you wonder why I abdicated Li.”
“Yes, the apparent goody two shoes prince had your bad influence rubbed on to him Leo.” Damien smirked.
“What do you mean? He was with me the whole time?”
“That’s what you think. He stayed in New York for a few days, staying in a hotel, sneaking out on dates with a commoner. They even went to the Statue of Liberty late at night. I knew the two of you could never be together Liam, but I could see you cared for each other. The way you both looked at each other, you could have been more secretive if you ask me.”
“Woah Li, you sly dog. What was her name?” Liam remained silent thinking about the one who got away. Ever since he was younger, he knew he had to marry someone with some nobility. But his time in New York, he had fallen in love with the stranger. Leaving her made his heart sink, deep down he did love Olivia too. Once the contact with the stranger abruptly stopped, he had grown to the fact that Olivia would be his Queen. Keeping to the promises- the Million Dreams, that he had originally made with the Duchess.
“Can I borrow someone’s phone please? To ring my friends.” Amber interrupted, Drake held onto to waist and offered her his phone.
“Do you even know their numbers?”
“Yes, they are my best friends. My only friends.” Drake smiled as she dialled the first number. Amber couldn’t hear properly due to the bad line- putting it on loud speaker, she hoped that they would answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe.”
“Amber! Where the hell are you? Brett is looking for you! He’s hired a private detective, I saw him at Liberty the other day, with a blonde in his arms. I was ready to kill him....”
“Brooks calm down. I don’t care about him. I split up with him the other day.”
“You did what? Well why the hell has he hired a private detective?”
“Riley, I honestly don’t know?” Brooks, Riley. It’s her, she’s friends with Amber. Shit.
Riley was covering for her friends Daniel and Amber at work. Amber was in hospital after suffering abuse from her boyfriend- again. Daniel had a date. He practically begged Riley to cover for him, practically crying. Agreeing to do the shift, she was grateful that the bar was quiet. Sat on the bar, scrutinising through her social media- she jumped as the doors open. The man with the piercing blue eyes walked over towards her, she smiled softly at him as she jumped off the bar.
“Hi, what can I get ya?” Liam couldn’t focus, his mouth was open but the words didn’t want to escape from his mouth.
“Hello? Are you okay?” Riley waved her hands in front of the stranger.
“Hello. Sorry. Could I have a scotch please?”
“Sure. Coming up.” She paused. “So you’re not from around here.”
“No. I live in a small Mediterranean country. I was visiting with my brother who has moved away. I told him I was going home, but I’ve fallen in love with the city. I’m not ready to go home just yet there’s so much more to see. I did want to visit the Statue of Liberty”
“I see. Well once you visit New York, you do fall in love with it. Unless your a New Yorker born and bred. It gets a bit tedious after a while. I can show you around if you want? Take you to see her?”
“You’d do that for me? You don’t know me.”
“My friends have ditched me. Well one has. The other one is in hospital yet again, her boyfriends an arsehole. I have no other plans. My names Riley. But at times my friends call me by my surname Brooks.”
“Nice to meet you. My names Liam. Liam Rhys.” As promised Riley called in some favours, and took him to the Statue of Liberty after she had closed up the bar.
“So what do you think?”
“Magnificent. I’ve heard that art has a meaning because of what it makes the viewer feel.....” Riley was in awe of how Liam spoke so freely. “And right now, looking at this view with you, I feel like anything is possible. Thank you for this moment, Riley. This feeling.. this means so much more to me than you could ever know.”
“Liam.....” Riley locked eyes with his, matching baby blues. Liam pulled her closer to him, tilting her chin upwards he gently kissed her on the lips.
Coming out of his trance, he noticed Amber was still on the phone to Riley. Not knowing what had got in to him, he snatched the phone out of her hand.
“Riley!”
“Who the fuck is this? Put Amber back on.”
“It’s me, Liam.”
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