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Part 2
Summary: Whilst hiding from your ex in a new city you meet your rather strange neighbour. Now with a strange artifact bound to you, you must rely on his help as well as his flat mates?
Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, eventual Jake Lockely too
Tag list: @blackholegladiator
Translations: Tonto del culo - Dumbass
pairing: sam obisanya x female reader
summary: Working for AFC Richmond as head of PR wasn’t where you would have saw yourself 3 years after graduating university but by the ways of the universe, and the help of Keeley Jones, it’s where you found yourself. Being in a new environment of loud, sweaty, and cocky men definitely wasn’t your cup of tea but amidst the rambunctious group you found yourself stealing glances at number 24. If only you noticed that he was also stealing glances at you.
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ryan and the professor were enchanted to meet each other btw if you even care
they so were
looking forward to a brand new season full of love and friendship
Summary: You’re a new up and coming actress. At your first awards show, you run into your celebrity crush, Jason Sudeikis. Trying to navigate the bond you form with him while both juggling your respective careers proves to be quite the task with some unexpected twists along the way.
A/N: In the interest of full disclosure, the series is going to get dark. I promise I will give fair warning when those chapters come up. For now, we’re just setting it all up.
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The fact that you’ve managed to make it through all the flashing lights and shouts of reporters without tripping on your own feet could only be classified as a miracle.
Stopping just on the outskirts of the grand hall, looking out onto the crowd, you still find it amazing that you are actually considered part of this group. You had grown accustomed to being home, performing on a fairly small stage, you still hadn’t grown accustomed to this.
Being a part of a debut film that turned out to be a major success is still something you are marveling at. Standing at the precipice of this huge event, overlooking a sea of celebrities that you’ve admired for so many years, you feel like you’re dreaming.
You fidget with the bracelet around your wrist, a nervous habit you seemed to have developed over the years. Glancing down at your own attire, it suddenly occurs to you that these pictures will ultimately be on the internet tomorrow for everyone and their mothers to critique your gown of choice. Oh God. Am I going to end up on one of those worst dressed lists?
You try to shake the thought from your mind, one of the best and worst things about the internet is that it moves so fast that even if people hate your outfit, they’ll only be talking about it for a day and then something else will bump you out of the headlines.
When you readjust and look back out into the crowd, you spot the profile of Jason Sudeikis up ahead and your breath hitches in your throat. You were staring, you knew this, but you couldn’t help it. He was laughing; a full genuine laugh that you couldn’t help but crack a smile at. You couldn’t see who he was with because of the crowd but he was clearly in good company.
As fairytale-esque as it sounds, it felt like his laughter somehow cut through all the noise of the crowd and reached your ears. Since there was a pretty respectable distance between the two of you, you figured you could get away with checking him out from here. His suit looked impeccable and the body within was also looking pretty great from where you were standing.
Whatever stylist helped pick out this outfit for him tonight deserved a raise. They put in the work and it was definitely paying off.
In all of your daydreaming, you have neglected to notice that his gaze has now turned in your direction and if you didn’t know better, you would say he is looking directly at you. It seems he has caught you red-handed.
Oh shit. Is it too late to turn back around and go home? By your most liberal of calculations, if you turn back now and start burrowing into the ground from embarrassment you could be in China before midnight.
During all of this, you notice that Jason is still maintaining eye contact with you and suddenly breathing doesn’t seem to be possible for you anymore. He dips his head down towards the person he was speaking with and against your better judgment, he seems to be weaving his way through the crowd and making his way directly to you.
You are briefly pulled away from Jason to see Brett Goldstein’s head pop around the corner to follow Jason’s progress and, it seems, to follow right behind him but he’s pulled away by someone else wanting to speak with him.
Jason seems to naturally part the crowd. He’s already closed the majority of the distance between the two of you. Jesus. You’ve thought about this so many times, wondering what it would be like to be in the same space as him.
Suddenly, he’s there, holding his hand out. Your brain seems to be moving three beats behind as you try to process what’s happening. “Hello.”
Thankfully, you manage to recover. “Hi, Mr. Sudeikis.”
He’s quick to amend, “Oh please, you can just call me Jason. I don’t remember the last time anyone called me Mr. Sudeikis.”
“Right. Okay. Jason.” You say it almost slowly and awkwardly, testing the name out on your tongue. You figured you should try to rectify the immense amount of staring you were doing so you, rather lamely, spilled out, “I was just… admiring your suit. You know - it’s really nice and it looks great on you.” Oh god. That hole to China is looking pretty good right about now.
If he notices your embarrassment (and honestly, how could he not?) He doesn't say anything. He seems to take it all in stride, which you’re thankful for.
“Brett is actually the one that was insisting I come over. I’m sure he’ll find a way to introduce himself as soon as he can break free. Couldn’t miss out on a chance to congratulate you on your nomination tonight. Brett and I both really loved the film! It was incredible.”
You’ve grown so accustomed to promoting the film over the last several months that your responses at this point are ready on autopilot. At least this conversation topic puts you back on familiar ground instead of you making a fool out of yourself in front of this incredibly gorgeous man. “I really owe it all to the writers, you know? The script is what makes it incredible, I’m just glad I got to participate.”
He looks down, fidgeting with his own fingers, you let your gaze glide down and admire them for a moment until he speaks again, “there’s even some rumors of a sequel…” he trails off, leaving it open for you.
You decide to play coy about the whole affair. “Oh, I’ll guess we’ll just have to see.. that does sound like it would be nice.”
He peers around you and suddenly asks, “So, no date tonight?”
Dear God. Was this really happening?
There was no current man in your life as it just so happened, but that certainly didn’t stop the media outlets from trying to stir something up regardless. The two main male co-stars, Andrew Garfield and Will Poulter had certainly been linked to you many times throughout the project. While you bonded with them both incredibly well and built a close friendship over the course of several months, there was no romantic element there - despite how many articles the Daily Mail wrote about the matter.
You smiled at Jason, “Oh, I’m sure Andrew and Will are around here somewhere making the rounds with dates of their own but I have no one special to ask and my mom couldn’t make it out here in time to be my plus one. So, it would appear that I’m flying solo tonight.”
Surely, all the camera flashes were going to head because you could have sworn that you saw Jason’s smile grow just a little more upon hearing that you were unattached for the evening.
You almost manage to block out the noise and chaos of the rest of the night until Brett finally makes his way to the both of you, clapping his hand on Jason’s shoulder. Glancing back and forth between the two of you, he jokes, “Well then, what have we decided to name the first born?”
Jason shakes his head lightly and chuckles at Brett’s antics while your eyes seem to have doubled in size at his comment. Brett seems undeterred, however, holding his hand out to you to introduce himself. “Hello, lovely to meet you. I’m sure Jason has already gushed that we are massive fans. We both loved All Your Monsters. Great fucking film.”
“Thank You!” You manage to squeak out while reaching out to shake his hand.
He smiles at you and fuck it is charming. “I guess this is your first big award ceremony? Take a deep breath, you’ll be alright.”
He turns his attention to Jason, “Jesus Christ. Have you at least offered the lady a drink?”
Jason lets out a small laugh, “No, Brett. I hadn’t gotten that far yet.” He reaches his hand up to run his hair over his facial hair, a motion that you’ve come to recognize after seeing it countless times in interviews over the years.
Brett takes a quick scan around the room before nodding his head off to the side, “Plenty of time before they shuffle us off to our seats if you’d like to do it now.”
They both look over at you and you nod in agreement. Lord knows you could certainly use alcohol right about now. Jason holds his arm out to you to help lead you to the bar. The floor is particularly slick and your shoes were not agreeing with the material. (Plus it gave you an excuse to touch him and you certainly weren’t going to turn that down).
Your nervousness for the event had risen once again. When your outfit was being put together, there were many discussions back and forth that the height of the heels or the length of the dress wouldn’t be a problem since the majority of the event was going to be seated anyway. However, the walk up the building and the massive ballroom at the entryway were clearly not taken into consideration when this design was taking place. Honestly, fuck winning an award at this point - your only goal was to not eat shit up the stairs.
Brett and Jason had altered their stride to prevent you from having to run to keep up with them. How nice it must be to be six feet tall with legs that go one for miles! That thought causes your mind to drift to Jason’s lower half in the suit he’s wearing and before you know it - you’re at the bar. Brett and Jason whispering between themselves over drinks.
You take a moment to graze over the mass of people - many of which you’ve only ever seen when there’s a screen in between them and yourself.
“What would you like?” Jason’s voice is in your ear, and you feel the light flutter of his fingers on your forearm. It takes you a couple seconds to snap back to reality. “With my nerves? I could really use a shot right now. Do they really encourage you to drink before these things?”
Brett replies, “Yeah. But the real fun doesn’t happen until the after-party.”
Right, the after-party. You’d never been to an after-party before and it occurs to you now that this probably would have been a good thing to talk about with your manager. Did you need some special VIP access to go to that? You assume Brett and Jason are going, would it be too forward for you to ask to join them?
God, the lighting is doing wonders for the both of them - Damn you and your weakness for tall men with low voices. “Hmm.. after-party? Sounds like trouble.”
You hear your name being called and you turn to see Will grinning widely at you while weaving his way in your direction.
Jason greets Will before you even have time to blink. “Some friend you are! Poor Brett and I had to introduce ourselves to your co-star here.”
Will laughs at his greeting before shooting a rather pointed look towards you. “Hey, I’m just happy that someone actually managed to snag her. Once she told me she wasn’t bringing a date, I suspected she wasn’t going to show up at all. She still hasn’t gotten the hang of crowds.”
Jason passes you the shot you requested and Brett chuckles at Will. “It seems that something caught her eye before she could dart away.”
Your blush crept up again - apparently no one at this event is going to let you live down the fact that you’ve spent the evening checking Jason out. Will gives you a questioning look, raising his eyebrows at you and you sheepishly shrug in response and swig back the shot in your hands. You were probably going to need more of these to get through the evening. An intercom informs everyone that the show will be starting momentarily and a flurry of people are rushing past making their way to their designated seats.
“I believe we’re seated next to each other! Come on.” Will gestures toward you but Jason manages to snag your hand one last time before Will whisks you away. “I hope you’ll be around afterwards?”
You smile and nod at him, quickly waving your goodbyes to both him and Brett, following along at Will’s heels to your seats.
“Andrew has already found our seats, apparently we’re right up front.” He nods down towards your hands. “That shot helping your nerves at all?”
You make a feeble attempt to turn back and see if you can still see Jason at the bar, but the sea of people obstructing your view is too much for you to be able to tell for sure. “Yeah… Wouldn’t have hurt to ask for another one though.” You murmur.
Will is suddenly stopping in front of you - the auditorium laid out in front of you and lord, is it beautiful.
He gently pulls your hand forward through an opening in the crowd, making his way through the vast number of seats towards your spot in the front. You're delighted to see that Will has brought his sister along as his date for the evening. You met her over the course of the film and the press tours and the two of you have managed to form quite a bond.
You try to peer your head to see who is seated next to Andrew, but her back is faced toward you and it’s hard to get a good look. When he stands to give you a hug, you sneak your head to find, not a date, but his publicist sitting next to him.
Since there are assigned seats at this event, everyone is bustling to land in their designated spots. You wonder briefly where Jason and Brett have been placed, you seem to have lost them in the shuffle of making your way up to the front.
There is a call for a five minute warning and a brief flicker of the lights and you begin to turn your head to take in everyone around you. You’re sure you look something akin to an over-excited child but it is your first awards show. Could they really blame you?
You spot Brett first, two rows behind you, you shoot him a small wave. He nods and returns the greeting before he knowingly tilts his head and nods across the aisle. You spin around trying to make out exactly where he was gesturing. You spot Jason on the end of an aisle, also two rows behind you. He seems to be fairly deep in talk with Brendan Hunt, his hands get more and more animated as he speaks.
You don’t get a chance to catch his eye before Will is gently grabbing your wrist to pull you towards your seat. “There will be plenty of commercial breaks for you to lust over him, along with every other girl in the universe. Talk to me! I haven’t seen you in weeks, you know.”
Jo, his sister, leans over “It’s been two weeks, drama queen. Leave the poor girl alone.”
You smile at her and turn your attention toward Will. “I missed you too! And I am not lusting, thank you very much.”
He rolls his eyes, clearly not buying it. His sister jumps in again. “Even if she is, so what?” She’s single. She’s hot. She’s earned the right to lust. Who are we lusting after anyway?”
You subtly point your way back to where Jason is sitting. You don’t think he could make out your point from here but you still don’t want any chances of being too obvious.
Jo turns her head back, catching sight of him. “Ah. I admire your taste.” She giggles at you.
Will suddenly speaks up, “Ew.”
You both whip your heads towards him, Jo rolling her eyes at her brother. “We’re ignoring you now. It’s girl talk time.”
You lean into her side and nod your head over to Andrew. “No date for him tonight?”
She leans in closer to you to whisper, “Will and I begged him not to bring her.”
“You’re telling me that he was actually considering bringing her?” Your eyes widen in surprise.
Jo sighs and nods but before you can dig in more, the lights are going down. You settle back into your seat and lean back over to Will. “Hey, I really wasn’t lying earlier when I said I missed you too, you know.”
He grins at you, “Yeah, I know. Love You.”
You playfully pinch his cheek. “Love you too. Dork.”
The first half seems to fly by, which you weren’t expecting. The atmosphere was totally different from watching it from home.
At the sign of an upcoming commercial break, with the lights going up, everyone seems to be rising from their seats to find friends and mingle. There were actually a number of people making their way up to your little group in the front. To be fair, most of them seem to be stopping by to see Andrew and Will but there were a few coming up specifically to you as well, which was jarring to say the least. You were waiting to see if Jason or Brett would slide their way back over but they never did. You suppose you shouldn’t be too surprised though, they were both very popular in this crowd and you were sure they were getting bombarded with people of their own.
You fiddle with your bracelet again in the midst of the crowd, nerves crawling their way through your stomach. The music swells again signaling everyone to get back in their seats.
This cycle continues and you're surprised to find that during the next commercial break, a stream of actors that you adore make their way over to congratulate you on the film and commend you on your work. You’re growing increasingly grateful for that shot you took earlier, taking the nerves out of your conversations.
But you can’t relax too much quite yet since your category is up next. You’ve resigned yourself to accepting that you’re not going to win. You’re up against seasoned professionals whose talent is leaps and bounds above yours. You just want to get this section over - rip it off like a bandaid and then maybe go find Brett and Jason.
You watch with interest as they show clips from each film from all your nominees. Once your own scene comes up, you watch with a sense of detachment. Your mind wanders to whether or not there truly will be a sequel and if they would ask you back for it. You would be lying if you said you weren’t hoping for it. You really did love this role.
You’re pulled out of thoughts by a bright light and a camera. Right, the reaction shot. Give them a pleasant smile before they move on to the next woman.
It takes you a moment to realize that they aren’t moving on. Will is laughing beside you and prodding you to stand up.
Oh god, did you win? You didn’t even hear them announce it.
The nerves are back in full force.You stand and glance at the two sets of stairs, remembering the floor and these heels. Don’t fall. Don’t fall. God, who designed this place?
Will leans forward from his chair to gently push you toward the stairs since you seem to be too starstruck to move, which elicits some chuckles from the people around you. Andrew stands up and gives you his hand which you happily accept making your way up the stairs. Once you make it to the stage, an award is thrust in your hands and you stare down at it while you are ushered to the microphone in the center.
“Oh, wow.” you blink down at the trophy in your hand and a laugh bubbles out of you at the absurdity of this entire evening. You feel like you’re floating outside of your own body right now, How is this real life? The award is heavier than you were expecting.
“Man, I bet my mom is regretting not coming as my date now.” You say this more to yourself than anyone else, a round of laughter comes from the crowd in front of you. “This award really isn’t for me, it’s for everyone that worked so tirelessly on our film. Our producers, the director, the cast and crew. Will and Andrew, thank you for being the best costars a girl could ask for. Every decision I’ve made since the age of 14 has been in the interest of one day wanting to make movies and I am deeply indebted to every member of our team that put forth incredible, time consuming work to make that dream possible and every member of the board that voted to recognize the talent of that team.”
You nodded at the sign indicating for you to wrap up.
You giggle, “Mom and dad, I’ll let you fight over who gets to hold the trophy first the next time I come home. Thank you.”
You turn to be led offstage and are met with a flurry of motion behind the curtain. Interviewers were all over, wanting to get word with each performer after their win.
“It isn’t going to bite, you know.”
You whip your head around to find… Brett. He had been a presenter for the evening which you guess explains his presence back here.
“Oh, I know. I’m actually waiting for it to melt in my hands and then I’ll violently awaken from my dream.” You quip at him, not missing all the surrounding cameras that are surely catching every angle of this interaction.
He laughs at you and embraces you in a light hug, his hand hovering over the small of your back. Nodding his head toward the upcoming interviewers and their mics in hand. “Go on, then. There’s food beyond that door there once you get done talking to them.”
The mention of food pulls you back to reality. You are absolutely starving. You do some brief interviews and are led even further backstage where a stagehand directs you to a buffet style table with more food than you’ve ever seen in your life. You pause at the monitor to watch what is happening with the rest of the ceremony. You must have missed the best male lead award while you were being interviewed, you catch the tail end of applause while Brett makes his way back out to present the next award.
You survey the table, grab a napkin and pick up some food for yourself, you try to be careful with what you pick out, you haven’t always been the most graceful person and you’re sure your costume designer would not be thrilled at the sight of a stain on your dress.
You make your way towards the end of the table, working your trophy into the crook of your elbow as you attempt to pick up a flute of champagne. You felt ridiculous and you were sure you looked equally insane.
“Need a hand?” A soft touch grazes your shoulder and you jump slightly at the sound of Jason’s voice. You look down to see him holding a similar award in his hand, He won best actor and you missed it.
Jason motions in a way to indicate that he is going to grab your award to allow you the opportunity to pick up a glass. “Congratulations by the way.”
You nod your head down at his own award, “Congratulations to you too.”
Knocking your own drink back you remember your manners, “Oh - Here would you like one too?” looking at him to see both awards in his hands.
You place your food down to grab him a flute of champagne as he works his own award into the crook of his arm, taking the glass from your hand. He raises the glass to toast you.
Interviewers make their way to Jason and you sneak out of the way, not wanting to be caught on camera stuffing your face. The cameramen seem to take notice of the two awards in Jason’s grasp and raise their eyebrows, one camera pans wide to include you in the moment while you are mid sip. Great. You’re sure that will be a glamorous picture making its rounds on the internet tomorrow morning.
Jason takes it all in stride, no stranger to these types of events. “Oh, you know, what can I say? Can’t resist a lady in need of a hand.”
God, how does he not know how many women of the world are swooning over him right now?
The interviewers and cameramen seemed satisfied to move on to the number of other performers milling around backstage. Best Film has been announced and the night seems to be winding down, Jason reaches out and grabs your empty glass, you can’t help but note the feeling of his fingertips grazing over you as he grabs the glass. He disposes of both of your glasses at the end of the table where everyone seems to be sitting their discarded glasses from the evening.
Brett rejoins both of you, taking note of both awards still in Jason’s hands. “Careful there, love. If you don’t keep an eye on him, he will try to take both of those home with him.”
You laugh at him, “If he does, I believe he will have to fight my mother for it. She’ll probably be more upset than me, if I’m being honest.” you hold your hands up in surrender as jason rolls his eyes and reaches out to hand you back your trophy. You nod at him, “Thanks.”
Jason navigates his hand to your back. “Shall we take you back to your costars?” The two men are off again, guiding you through the crowd. You spot Jo at the side stage door and she waves her hand in an attempt to get your attention. She holds up your clutch. Thank god she thought to grab it from the crook of your seat after going onstage. Bless that woman.
Jo manages to scurry over to you, handing off your clutch. She shoots knowing eyes back and forth between you and Jason and you giggle at her. “You better fill me in on everything later.”
You roll your eyes, “There’s not much to fill - we only just met.”
Will makes his way over to the both of you. Gesturing down to your award, he says, “Are you going to carry that around with you to the after parties?”
Your eyes widen at him. “Parties? Plural? How late are we going to be staying out?” Which only elicits a laugh.
You take a moment to briefly pull your phone from your clutch to see an onslaught of calls and messages. You lock your phone back and decide to filter through all of them later when you can really give them your full attention.
Before you can put your phone back into your clutch, Brett makes his way to you. “May I?” He holds his hands out and glances down at your phone. You’re so charmed by him that you don’t question handing it over.
You watch as he swiftly types something into your phone and hands it back to you with a wink, “For future reference.” He sends a text to the new number he has programmed into your phone. “This way we can make sure that we will all run into each other again tonight.” He looks over to a small group that has formed around their seats, waiting for Jason and Brett to join with interest. Both he and Jason nod towards the group and Brett adds, “I believe we are being summoned.”
They depart and Will is quick to fill the empty space. Clapping his hands eagerly, he looks between you, Andrew and his sister. “So, where are we going first?”
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Will is determined to take the lead guiding you through the chaos that is award show after parties; Andrew has broken apart from the group and you and Jo share a glance with each other knowing that he is probably sneaking out to call her.
Will leads the three of you to your table and you turn your attention to your phone, grazing through the messages from friends and family. You snap a couple pictures to send off to people. Jo orders drinks for Will as you notice that he has already made his way to the dance floor. You order a drink of your own and place your phone down on the table, turning towards Jo.
Pointing to her brother, “Should we join him?”
She laughs at his antics. “Maybe later. He’s in full force tonight. With those dance moves, if we get too close he might take out an eye.”
Your phone rumbles on the tabletop and you both glance down at it. The word GOLDSTEIN flashing up on the screen. She swoops her hand down and picks up your phone, answering the call.
“Hello?” She sneaks a glance over to you, “Why, yes she is sitting right here. Yes… We’re at their table already… Ok.” She hangs up and glances your way, wiggling her eyebrows at you, “Those boys are really enamored with you, you know.”
“What?” You ask, surely she must be mistaken.
The server returns with your drinks and you make an attempt at a half-stand to wave down Will to signal to him that his drink is here. When you rise, however, you are met with Jason and Brett making their way towards you.
Jason seems to make it to you first, “Hello, again.” he flashes you a gorgeous smile.
“Hi.”
Will makes his way back over to the table, plucking the glass off the tabletop. Brett settles in next to Jo, introducing himself. Will comes over, slinging his arm around your shoulder, looking between Jason and you. “I gotta tell you, Sudeikis, I’m glad she ran into you tonight. Huge fangirl, this one. When we weren’t filming she was gabbing on and on about how much she loves your work.”
Jason looks over at you, giving you a surprised glance, “...Really?”
You shoot daggers in Will’s direction. “Well, I won’t deny I’m a fan, but I don’t think I was that embarrassing about it, right Will?”
Will sends you a sheepish look. “Right, sorry.” looking back towards Jason he says, “My apologies, she only loves you a totally normal amount.” With that, he’s back on the dance floor again.
“I’m so sorry about that..” You trail off, not really sure where to go from here.
Jason shrugs it off, “No need. I appreciate the appreciation. The feeling is certainly mutual.”
The rest of the night powers on in a blur of dancing, conversation, photos, meetings with celebrities you never dreamed you would get a chance to meet. Jason removes his suit jacket as the night goes on and you have to order another shot at the sight of him.
At some godforsaken hour, everyone seems to agree to call it a night. Once you make it back, lying in bed, thankful to finally be free of your heels and off your feet, you scroll through your phone, looking at all the additional contacts you’ve made through the night.
You send a photo of your trophy to your parents, safe and sound on your bedside table, proving to them that you didn’t lose it through all the festivities of the night.
You halt your scrolling and hover over Jason’s name. You’re not entirely sure when he even got the chance to do so, but at some point in the evening, Jason had managed to add his own phone number into your contact list, along with a contact photo, with the one little tendril falling down over his forehead.
You’re sure that sleep will be difficult to come by but eventually, as it always does, even on nights when you think it’s impossible, sleep finds its way to you anyway.
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The hotel phone is shrieking loudly in your ear, jolting you awake. You pick it up, answering while still half asleep.
“Hello?” you mumble.
You immediately recognize the voice of your agent, Todd, on the other end of the line. “Good morning sunshine! Long night? Did you have a good time?” sounding way too chipper for this hour of the morning. Knowing your agent, he’s probably downing his fourth cup of coffee as he speaks.
You stretch in bed, taking a peak at the clock. “Oh Jesus, Todd. It’s only 7 AM, Can’t I sleep in a little bit more?” You’re sure this isn’t going to happen though, even if Todd were to hang up right now. Once you wake up, you can’t get back to sleep.
“I’m calling from the lobby - I have something I want to show you. You have until I finish reading this article and then I will be up there.” He hangs up and you lift yourself out of bed, preparing yourself for his arrival.
Putting the finishing touches on trying to make yourself appear more awake, you hear a knock on the door, darting up through the peephole, you spot Todd, with a steaming cup of coffee in hand, bless him.
Opening the door, you scoop the cup from his hands. “You’re a godsend.” you say, taking a gulp of the drink in your hands.
He steps into the doorway, looking you up and down. “Well, you seem to be the same girl I’ve worked with these past few months.”
Rolling your eyes at his antics, “Todd, it’s one award.”
“I know but you made quite the impression last night it seems. He holds up a stack of papers and magazines. “I wasn’t sure how much you had seen on the internet, so I bought a few for you to check out. The clip of Will having to practically push you on stage is being talked about quite a bit.”
He takes to unfolding the publications, reading the headlines to you. “Blushing breakout star steals our hearts at first big event!”
He tosses the article your way and you’re just starting to read it when he interrupts again. “However, this one is my favorite: “Costar Competition: Sudeikis Vs. Goldstein; who will win the heart of Hollywood’s newest headliner?”
He dives into a dramatic reading of the article, you grab his arm and stop it from wildly swinging around so you can get a look at the article in question. There’s the pictures of you backstage with Brett and Jason, taking up the page. “Good lord, this made it to the presses quickly.”
He reaches over and picks up your trophy from your bedside table, locking it in your room’s safe. “You should probably get prepared for more attention.”
“Should I warn them? I should warn them, right?”
You open your phone to see Jason’s silly contact photo and smile at yourself, drafting a text to him first.
I hope this doesn’t wake you.
Todd chuckles at you. “I’m sure they already know or they’re going to as soon as they wake up today.”
You continue your message to Jason, If you haven’t seen it already, we made the papers. I’m so sorry! You snap a picture of the article laid out before him and attach it to your message.
You don’t have to wait long before a text from Jason lights up your screen.
No apology needed. You didn’t wake me, been up for a couple hours with the kids. I saw the headlines, they picked some lovely photos - you were stunning in that dress.
You re-read through the message twice, trying to calm your beating heart. Another message pops up.
I hate that we got so interrupted last night with everything going on. If you’d like, we could try again over lunch tomorrow?
Oh, you would like very much. You show the message to Todd, confirming with him that your schedule is free. Thankfully, it is.
Todd guides you to your waiting car, driving you to the set of the latest press interview you are doing with Will today.
You spot Will sitting there, reading through the article about Jason and Brett and scurry towards him, hugging him from behind, albeit a bit awkwardly, since he is sitting and you’re standing. You work your head into the crook of his shoulder and read along with him. “Good Morning!”
Will laughs at you, turning his head and giving you a kiss on the temple. “Hi. "How much sleep did you manage to squeeze out last night?”
You shrug, “About two hours.”
Sitting in your own chair next to him, he continues, “You were keeping pace with us while drinking last night. How’s your head?”
“Eh, I probably should have stopped drinking sooner but I’ve definitely felt worse.”
“By the way, Jo has requested that I inform you that the two of you are going house hunting soon. We don’t want you hotel hopping so much.”
You sigh, “I get it, but I don’t know what projects are coming down the pipe. Does it really make sense to put down roots somewhere with all the traveling?”
Wil throws his hands up in surrender, “Hey, that’s entirely up to you. I was just told to deliver the message.”
Your phone buzzes with an incoming message and you see it’s from Brett.
Quite the article, I’ve gotten the chance to read through it in between filming. It was great meeting you last night. Are you staying in town long?
About a week, you guess. Although with the promotional tour for All Your Monsters coming to close, that could always change. You tell him this and then your phone lights up again, this time with a message from Jason.
Can’t wait to see you for lunch tomorrow. Dress for comfort!
You smile down at your phone, not only are you going out with Jason Sudeikis tomorrow, but he can’t wait to see you tomorrow? What is this life?
You look over to see Will still entranced with the article. “I hate that Jason and Brett have been pulled into this.” you murmur.
Will looks at you, “That’s how it works. You have to work to ensure that you have a private element to your life. Just because you’re in the public eye, doesn’t mean the public gets free access to every part of your life.”
Todd enters the room, interrupting your conversation. “Do you have a plan for tomorrow? Do you know where you’re meeting? Do I need to order a car?”
Will excitedly jumps into the conversation, “Oh, what’s happening tomorrow? Fill me in!”
You explain the latest developments of your plans with Jason to Will and he tries and fails to suppress a grin. “Sure sounds like a date to me.” He waves the magazine between the two of you. “I bet the press will be salivating to get pictures of that.” You start to smile again and Will doesn’t let it pass without comment, “God, you’re already completely smitten with the man aren’t you? God, I pity every man hoping to win your heart, now that you’ve met him in the flesh, none of the rest of us will be able to compete!”
You roll your eyes at him. How many men could there really be out there hoping to win your heart?
When your masters placement gets screwed, you end up at the only place available: AFC Richmond.
The only downside— you know fuck all about football.
Or: you mistake Roy Kent as the caretaker on the first day, and you and Roy haven’t stopped thinking about each other since.
Warnings: swearing, eventual smut, emotional themes.
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I lOVE THIS STORY SO FUCKING MUCH
Everyone should read this- it’s a fuCKing masterpiece <333
“What the fuck is a whippet?”
Rebecca stared at Roy as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s a dog very similar to a greyhound, but smaller,” she explained simply. “And it’s the official mascot of W.F.C. Richmond.”
Roy, Beard, and Nate sat across from Rebecca, who was flanked by a very excited Keeley. Nate’s expression was wide-eyed and intrigued, while Beard looked pleased and almost proud as he listened to Rebecca’s news. Roy, on the other hand, sat there with his brow furrowed and arms crossed.
Not that the manager’s body and facial language deterred Rebecca; on the contrary, she was far too used to his sulky disposition. However, considering this was a project near and dear to both her and Keeley’s hearts, she had very little patience for his lack of enthusiasm today.
“Where’ll they be playing then?” Roy asked, doing his best to show the support that he knew Rebecca was craving from him. He respected her far too much- both as a boss and a, dare he say, friend- to let her think he didn’t care, not after she and Keeley had done a whole song and dance to present the news to the gaffers: a women’s team. A women’s team for Richmond.
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Things are going fine for Roy Kent. Just fine. He's manager of the Greyhounds, he's sort of friends with Jamie, and he hangs out with his niece every day. Life is easy. But when Keeley and Rebecca come up with the brilliant idea to start a women's team, his world is thrown into chaos. Not only does his club have to now share Nelson Road, but he finds himself butting heads with their American coach, who doesn't seem to like him very much either.
So why can't he stop thinking about her?
Something There, a Roy Kent x Reader series, coming soon!
Honestly just writing this to fulfill my need to see Brett Goldstein play Mr. Darcy
Roy Kent × Fem!Reader
word count : 15.1k a fucking whopper I started writing and couldn’t stop this is the longest oneshot I’ve ever written in my life
summary : the 5 times Phoebe got dropped off at your house and the 5 times Roy realised he was in love with you.
content warning : tooth rotting fluff with the whole Kent family line, a little angst if you squint really really hard, allusions to smut towards the end but non actually written, me calling Roy’s sister Molly but I can’t remember where I first saw it, no use of yn.
a/n : if you want to see a spin off based on any part of this please dot because writing this has broke my writers block!!!! I’d love to write some more Roy <;33
1. the first time
It had taken Roy about 15 seconds to decide he was going to drop Phoebe off with you.
Chapter 1- Superstar
Chapter 2- Call It What You Want
Chapter 3- Gold Rush
Chapter 4- Delicate
Chapter 5- Paris
Chapter 6- Sweet Nothing
Chapter 7- Cruel Summer
Chapter 8- All Too Well
Chapter 8- All Too Well (Roy’s Version)
Chapter 9- How You Get the Girl
Chapter 10- Coming Soon!
alright ted girlies listen up!! if he’s going back to kansas next week i’m gonna need allll the angst with a happy ending fics, kay?
Pairing: Ted Lasso x fem!reader
Summary: under the employment of one trent crimm at afc richmond, you are the second American hire and only female journalist at the club starting to make headlines following the head coach being the first.
Warnings: cursing
WC: 980
Author's note: This is really my first multi part fic so be gentle!
"Why does AFC Richmond keep hiring Americans when it is on the brink of relegation?"
Ted stares at the article in dismay and then looks at your desk from the window. He gets up and shuts down his laptop, making his way to your office. You hear his gentle knocking on the glass. your eyes brimmed with tears and your head in your hands as you reread the words "hiring Americans" and "relegation".
"Uhm, come in, Ted!" you say, blinking away your tears.
"I saw the email, I’m awful sorry about that," he said.
"No it’s fine; you know how the journalists are here, especially at The Sun."
"Yeah. So hot-headed," he joked
Chapter One: A Chance Meeting
Plot: Fresh off a sudden sacking, Y/n unexpectedly encounters salvation in the form of the kindness of two strangers. (Takes place between s2 and s3)
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: language
A/N: Hihellowelcome. I had no intention to write anything for Ted Lasso, but this idea came to me as a migraine-induced dream and I figured I’d give it a go. I’ll leave it up for a day or so to see if anyone’s remotely interested and if so, I’ll do a full series.
I’m tagging it under the characters who will play central parts in the series, so no one come for me if I’m “tagging it wrong.” If anybody wants to be added to the (potential) taglist, just drop a comment.
Seriously, I don’t know what this is. I’m just following the Writing Fairy where she takes me. Enjoy!
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There was no better place to be sad than at a bar.
Y/n swirled her second glass of white wine, watching the liquid spin and bubble slightly. She was in that comfortable space of numbness where the alcohol was mixing with her sorrow and diluting it enough that she didn’t know one from the other. Though she suspected that she felt she could have three more glasses and it still wouldn’t fully take away the pain.
This was the third job - the third job - she’d been fired from in the last two years. Where one might start to question if they were the problem, Y/n didn’t have to venture there. Either the companies had faced budget cuts and her position had been deemed unnecessary or they’d gone under. This time it was the latter. She hadn’t felt particularly passionate about the work, but that had never bothered her. Work wasn’t supposed to do anything more than keep the lights on and the fridge stocked.
And yet, at 5:02, as she packed up her bag and readied herself to head home, her boss had called her into his office and told her that her position was being eliminated. The world that had seemingly just settled back down was spinning once again.
Chapter One: A Chance Meeting
Plot: Fresh off a sudden sacking, Y/n unexpectedly encounters salvation in the form of the kindness of two strangers. (Takes place between s2 and s3)
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: language
A/N: Hihellowelcome. I had no intention to write anything for Ted Lasso, but this idea came to me as a migraine-induced dream and I figured I’d give it a go. I’ll leave it up for a day or so to see if anyone’s remotely interested and if so, I’ll do a full series.
I’m tagging it under the characters who will play central parts in the series, so no one come for me if I’m “tagging it wrong.” If anybody wants to be added to the (potential) taglist, just drop a comment.
Seriously, I don’t know what this is. I’m just following the Writing Fairy where she takes me. Enjoy!
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There was no better place to be sad than at a bar.
Y/n swirled her second glass of white wine, watching the liquid spin and bubble slightly. She was in that comfortable space of numbness where the alcohol was mixing with her sorrow and diluting it enough that she didn’t know one from the other. Though she suspected that she felt she could have three more glasses and it still wouldn’t fully take away the pain.
This was the third job - the third job - she’d been fired from in the last two years. Where one might start to question if they were the problem, Y/n didn’t have to venture there. Either the companies had faced budget cuts and her position had been deemed unnecessary or they’d gone under. This time it was the latter. She hadn’t felt particularly passionate about the work, but that had never bothered her. Work wasn’t supposed to do anything more than keep the lights on and the fridge stocked.
And yet, at 5:02, as she packed up her bag and readied herself to head home, her boss had called her into his office and told her that her position was being eliminated. The world that had seemingly just settled back down was spinning once again.
wednesday as anime 🖤🕷️🕸️
History & favourites | moments in time: The Christmas Truce of 1914
Leading up to Christmas 1914, the first-holiday season since the start of the first world war, Pope Benedict XV called for a truce on both sides to celebrate Christmas. This was refused by warring countries however, along the western front there was some short-lived ceasefire and unofficial truces.
On Christmas Eve British and German soldiers sang Christmas carols to one another across enemy lines. On Christmas Day allied forces saw German soldiers leave their trenches and cross no man’s land, fearing this was a trap the allies were sceptical until they saw the Germans were unarmed. The two camps met at No Man’s Land, shook hands, collected their dead, exchanged gifts and there are even reports they played football. This was not the first time there was an unofficial truce but would be one of the lasts.
The Christmas truce happened relatively early in to the war and any attempts at a truce the next year was quashed by officers. Even if officers hadn’t intervened, the hostility between the allied and central powers had grown, too much blood was shed for friendly fraternisation, the old ways of war where chivalry was a custom was over. Europe had entered a new age of warfare.
Is this the closest thing to a miracle in the last 120 years?
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A/N: Taking our weekly break from Percy Hynes White Simping to simp for the OG Percy. Another thing...we are getting close to that time where I do the interest check for a physical copy of the series.
* You watch the silver dagger dig into the pulpy white flesh, the small red seeds glimmer like rubies in the firelight.
* You inspect the carving, before showing Hades.
* “How’s this?”
* He looks away from the pomegranate in his hand, eyeing the cut with a critical gaze.
* “You cut too close to the fruit,” he punctuates the words by tracing the the thin edge. “You need to cut directly in the middle, that way the seeds can be removed easily, but the skin is still firm enough to hold the seeds for whoever consumes them.”
* You nod, cutting the next slice using his advice.
* “That’s much better.” He agrees. He spares a glance across the campfire at the three terrified children who watch your exchange.
* Your grandfather opens his mouth and closes in abruptly, looking back down.
* “Your space time distortion has gotten very nice, how long can you hold it in place for?”
* “About thirty minutes.”
* “That’s very good! I think it might be better than Zagreus at your age.”
* “Don’t try to flatter me, I’m annoyed with you right now.” Grover and Annabeth actually flinch at your brash words. Hades however, cracks a lopsided grin.
* “That makes two, I’m a bit annoyed with you too, here you are with the child of my perpetually-immature younger brother—” Percy flinches at this. “—on a quest to defame your favorite Underworld Daddy.”
* You hate that you immediately know he’s trying to make you laugh, and that you can’t help but crack a grin regardless of the fact.
* “It’s only funny when other people call you that.”
* He hands you a perfectly triangular slice of pomegranate, and you sigh as you accept it with both hands.
* “Truce?” He asks.
* “Truce.” You confirm.
* You pass the cut pomegranate around, watching as they exchange hands.
* You don’t miss their hesitant expressions.
* “You can eat it, that whole thing about the food of the Underworld isn’t true.” You and Hades exchange a glance.
* ‘It’s not true in the way they’re thinking.’
* You’ve seen it of course, that one time by the exit to the Underworld, and another as a pomegranate pastry. Both times Hades seemed horrified.
* The fruit of the underworld. The one that binds you to the domain.
* Grover is the first to take a tentative bite, you assume only because he couldn’t resist the temptation any longer.
* “This is the best pomegranate I’ve ever had.” He whispers with starstruck eyes.
* “The Underworld is famous for our pomegranates.” Hades nods, you can practically see his ego swell five times bigger in his chest.
* ‘The old man is as proud of his pomegranates as he is of his children.’
* You find yourself with a burst of pride as well when Annabeth and Percy share a pleased expression as they chew thoughtfully.
* ‘Our pomegranates are quite tasty.’
* “Well don’t fill up on fruit,” in true Underworld fashion Hades begins to unload his picnic basket, uncovering five solid gold plates and sets of utensils.
* Percy and Annabeth hold the plates gingerly, blinking.
* “Is this real gold?” Percy whispers.
* “Smells like gold.” Grover adds with a loud sniff.
* “I think this is the most money I’ve ever held in my hands.”
* You and Hades try not to make a big deal of it, but you see an embarrassed pink flush over his neck as his mouth sets into a hard line.
* It’s extravagant no doubt, but it’s nothing compared to the spoils of war both Athena and Poseidon take in ever year.
* ‘Here we are going through all this trouble on a quest for Percy’s Dad and the kid’s never even seen a chest full of treasure.’
* You’re starting to like Poseidon even less.
* Hades pulls out bowls of soup, four different types of sandwiches wrapped in parchment, an entire tub of hummus and pita bread, and marinated olives and feta.
* As the kids dig into the food you feel a warm flicker in your chest, a small smile curling onto your mouth when you see them eating well.
* ‘I think I’m starting to see why our family’s love language is food.’
* It’s only after the first plate has been cleared that you bring up the reason you called him:
* “So what’s the deal with the lightning bolt?” The clink of cutlery comes to a stop and Hades releases a heavy sigh.
* “Where do I start?”
* “Start with why you sent furies after us.”
* This gets you another long sigh.
* “As you know, Zeus’s lightning bolt has been stolen,” that’s old news. “And my helm of darkness was stolen, likely by a demi-god—“
* “Percy did you steal Hades' Helm of Darkness?”
* “O-of course not!”
* “He says he didn’t take it.”
* “I suspected as much, the boy can’t even steal a slice of pizza from his step-fathers poker party.”
* Percy sits up a little straighter at the comment.
* “You know about Gabe?”
* Hades looks up, unblinking as he says: “I know everything child.”
* ‘Eating the fruit of the Underworld will do that to you.’
* Hades had whispered to you, once or twice, about the horrors of the early world. They were muted words spoken on the River bank as another boat came in, for some death came peacefully—for others it was a shock.
* He had seen it all, one daughter sacrificed by a king forhonor. Mortals killed by the gods for amusement or to derive more offerings.
* And he would watch it all, knowing he could do nothing more than greet them with opens arms and promise them peace.
* Percy sweats under his gaze, as if he can feel the weight these words and all the ones to come before. Before Hades can antagonize him any more than he already unintentionally has, you say:
* “So both your helm and Zeus’s lightning bolt were stolen, likely during the winter solstice—”
* “I’m still partially convinced he just lost it in his closet or miscounted, he has over fifty of them.”
* “—Zeus thinks Percy, acting for Poseidon, stole his bolt, and up until a moment ago you believed he stole your Helm of Darkness. No matter how you slice it, Poseidon’s at the disadvantage.”
* ‘Which means he’s probably being framed.’
* Hades seems to have the same thought.
* “Who has it out for Poseidon?”
* Hades scoffs.
* “He’s a king, who doesn’t have it out for him?”
* “Let’s start with the other gods.”
* “Athena’s still cross with him.”
* Annabeth stiffens ar the mention of her mother.
* “Can’t blame her, I'm a little cross with him too.” Now Percy is the one that stiffens.
* “As am I, but we set differences aside for family.” Hades sighs. “Let’s look at it from a different angle, despite our differences, we three almost always fight on the same side for most political issues.”
* “But now because of mistrust the United front has crumbled. So the questions becomes, who stands to benefit from that division.”
* Hades rewards your deduction with a thick piece of baklava and a smile.
* “I think…I think it’s a big red flag that all signs are blatantly pointing to Poseidon being a victim of circumstance.” All gazes immediately snap to Annabeth, her stormy grey eyes searching for the answer.
* “That’s an apt deduction, it could very well be misdirection to take away from the real issue at hand.”
* Annabeth’s pink flush at the validation and for the first time you wonder how little kindness she’s seen in her life to be moved by such shallow validation.
* Thunder crackles in the distance, and you have a sigh, feeling weaker than you should.
* ‘We’re almost out of time.’
* Hades eyebrows wrinkle together, before you can tell him that it’s fine—you’re probably just having a minor depressive episode, he pulls out a silver flask from his coat and presses the mouth to your lips.
* “Drink.”
* You oblige, tasting the sweet taste of your father’s slightly burnt chocolate chip cookies.
* He lets you drink the nectar longer than you anticipated, when he draws the flask away you feel more alert than you have in weeks.
* It’s like the mental static in your brain has finally lifted and you’re seeing the world in HD.
* “Have you been ill lately?”
* ‘I’ve just been a little tired.’
* “They’ve been sick for weeks sir!” Annabeth announces.
* ‘Jesus Annie.’
* You’re about to say no you’re not sick just a little off when Percy pipes in—
* “It’s like they’re always tired, they spend most days asleep.”
* “A-and they hardly ever eat on time, if at all L-lord Hades.” Grover stammers.
* You’d be annoyed at how closely they’ve been watching you if it wasn’t a sign that they cared.
* Hades raises an eyebrow, as if to say: “Is this true.” You sigh.
* “I’ve been a little tired lately.” You admit.
* Hades presses his hand against your forehead, frowning.
* “I’ll call Persephone and see what she knows…if I had to guess I’d say your powers are growing faster than your mortal body can handle.”
* It’s a scary thought, to think you’re like a shooting star contained in human flesh.
* “For now take this,” Hades presses the flask into your hands.
* “I already have a flask of nectar—”
* “The nectar you get at that god forsaken camp is watered down, same with the ambrosia.”
* ‘Is that out of safety or out of fear that if we had too much we might becomes gods.’
* “Take liberal sips of nectar as you need.” You nod, putting it in the pocket of your Jean jacket.
* “Do you children need accommodations for the night?”
* Before the others can answer you shake your head.
* “It’s just one night, besides I think it would be pretty suspicious if we suddenly got put up in The Plaza.”
* Hades frowns but nods.
* “Is there anything else I can do?”
* You look to Percy, who seems a little shy in the presence of a king, you give him an encouraging smile and a gentle nod at Hades.
* “Do you have my mother?”
* Hades tilts his head for a moment, a puzzled expression crossing his face before recognition dawns.
* “Oh Sally? She’s fine, she’s been teaching Zagreus how to make Risotto and helping Melinoe with the clerical work in tower 54, I think she’s quite happy.”
* “O-oh…that’s good.” The syllables fall out of Percy’s mouth limply. “Can I see her then?”
* “I’m afraid not child, I won’t be returning her until I get my helm back. Best of luck, tap if you need anything (Y/N)!”
* Before you can say that’s hardly fair—he doesn’t even care about the thing, you saw it used as a bowl for pita bread on a picnic once— he disappears in a puff of smoke.
* As soon as he does the space time distortion field fades, and you’re back in the clearing, the campfire crackling beside you.
* They look at you with blank expressions, and you sigh, resting a hand on Grover and Percy’s shoulders.
* “You all go to sleep, I’ll keep first watch.”
* The nectar Hades gave you has you feeling 110% and since you’ve been feeling about 40% these days, it’s a pretty big improvement.
* Annabeth falls asleep immediately, using a pile of leaves and her backpack for a pillow.
* Grover hums a few tunes on his pan-flute but conks out shortly afterwards.
* ‘And then there were two.’
* “You don’t want to sleep?” Percy’s face is illuminated by the flicker of fire light.
* “I’m not tired—” he’s broken off by a yawn stuttering past his lips. The action tugs a laugh from you.
* “Since you're not tired…” Your hand wraps around a stick, nudging the blistering wood in the campfire. “What do you want to talk about?”
* Percy’s ears burn in a hue richer than the campfire.
* “Did you know?” He asks, and you tilt your head to the side. “That Poseidon is my dad, did you know?” He reiterates.
* The silence stretches for a moment too long.
* “I might have.” You admit in a whisper. You can see the fics intent in his eyes, though you can’t determine for what; for not saying something when you knew? For knowing who his father is before he did? For knowing his entire future, misfortune and all, and still staying quiet?
* ‘Maybe it’s all of the above.’
* “I haven’t met him you know, the Underworld headquarters building has a bunch of dorky portraits…”
* “So I look like him?”
* You nod slowly, biting the inside of your cheek.
* There’s an awkward moment of silence.
* What must it be like to hear that you look like your absentee father? So much so that someone who’s never met them, only seen pictures, could still tell that you were their child?
* “I always thought I looked like my mom.” His voice sounds dejected, confused even.
* ‘What do I say to a kid who’s entire life’s meaning has suddenly changed?’
* “I used to think I looked like my mom too.”
* Percy’s eyebrows thread together.
* “You don’t look much like Hades though.”
* Now it’s your turn for your eyebrows to furrow.
* “Of course I don’t.” You look like your dad, everyone knows that.
* ‘Oh, right, he thinks Hades is my dad.’
* “If it helps—despite your lineage—your mom raised you, not Poseidon…that counts for something.”
* Percy’s mouth quirks up in a lopsided smile.
* “Thanks.”
* ‘He’s just a kid and already he’s been through so much.’
* You make lighthearted chit chat—or at least you think it’s lighthearted chit chat.
* “How many gods have you met?”
* You have to count on your fingers.
* “Nine, and one titan.”
* “Which one?”
* “Hecate.”
* “How were they?
* “Honestly? A little overwhelming.”
* You’d met them only once, on Circe’s beach. They’d come in like the wealthy older sibling of a parent, bringing extravagant gifts and stories, switching from feminine to masculine presentation every handful of minutes.
* “Don’t worry, knowing you, you’ll probably meet a handful as well before the year is over, we should start a tracker.”
* You’re not sure when you fall asleep, just that it comes to you slowly, then all at once.
* You hear Percy and Grover murmur to each other, something about pollution and gods, as your eyes close.
* When you open your eyes you’re in a dark chamber with walls built of stone. There’s something that looks like an altar in the center, a thin tree sprouts in the middle, branches lush with leaves, and on the lowest branch, just within your reach is a single ripe fruit.
* You turn, your jean jacket swaying with you as you face a large door. It’s at least fifty feet tall.
* ‘It looks Titan-sized.’
* No sooner have you had the thought that a ‘thump’ comes from the other side of the door, the lock rattling. You stumble back as the hammering becomes more insistent, falling to the floor. When you look up, you see the door parted slightly, an eye the color of space staring back at you.
* “Let. Me. Out.”
* You wake up with a gasp, still in a half-asleep daze. You feel the ground pressed against your back, take a deep breath, and remember you’re in the woods with friends.
* ‘I’m okay.’
* You feel two small taps on your shoulder then your chest, a blurry white puff coming into view. There’s a sniff, then a tentative lick to your cheek.
* You stifle a laugh, your thumbs caressing the toy poodle's cheeks, their pink collar jingling.
* “Well hello gorgeous, what are you doing here?”
* The poodle leans into your touch somewhere a few feet away you hear Annabeth hiss: “See, why can’t you be like that?”
* “I’m sorry I’m not a dog-lover.” Percy hisses back.
* “So what’s the deal with the dog?” You ask, cradling the poodle in your arms as you sit up.
* “The dog is our ticket to the west.” Grover nods.
* You nod, hearing gentle bickering once again, taking a deep breath.
* ‘I’m okay, it was just a dream.’ You remind yourself, but you feel a chill at the memory. ‘Just a dream.’
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I was thinking about the death note musical and how it just had such a simple and smart adaptation ending…like it’s pretty well agreed that the second half of Death Note is weaker, so the fact they have Ryuk just kill Light because he knows it will be boring with now that L’s gone is pretty funny, but also fits in pretty well with Ryuk’s general ‘only after something entertaining’ idea.. But I think it was especially clever the fact they set it up so it seemed like it was Light killing Rem that crossed the line for Ryuk. That the play had them sort of hanging out at the beginning, and Ryuk shows concern when Rem sacrifices herself and tries to talk her out of it. It seems like he thought of her as a friend, and mildly cared about her, but the fact Light would kill a death god not only sends off alarm bells, so this kid isn’t worth it anymore. Light was very much hoist by his own petard still, thinking he could just kill off a god and not get any consequences. He didn’t consider that Ryuk might have feelings about it.
It doesn’t change anything fundamental about Ryuk or what he represents in the manga- he’s still uncaring towards humans, still a neutral tempatation, he just has depth.
But mostly I like it as a change because it means someone actually gives a shit about Rem, whereas in the manga she dies alone and unmourned, and in the long run only bought Misa a couple extra years. Here, someone cares, and her death matters beyond being a device for Light to win. Here, she actually succeeds in protecting Misa permanently (since in the musical, Light dies before Misa regains her memories, so she’s fine, actually.) The musical is more explicit about Rem’s feelings for Misa romantic (and treats them with a LOT more weight that the original did), so Light actually getting direct comeuppance for laughing at her feelings for Misa leaves less of a bad taste too.
And the original mangaka would have never made that choice though because it would meant empathizing with and caring about a female character and her feelings for another woman. So you know. Adaptations can be good.
You are not, and it’s actually pretty good. Enjoy if you want!
