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clbrq · 4 months

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I HATE YOU— C. BROCK.

prompt; you and colby have never gotten along. you always bickered and never saw eye to eye. so, when your friendship group plans a trip that he’s invited to—you make it your life’s purpose to keep as far away from him as possible. although, that plan does down the drain when you have to share a room for 2 weeks..

warnings; SMUT, p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of angst and arguing, cursing/swearing, enemies to lovers trope.

“Oh, how fucking great.”

The words fell past his lips faster than your brain could compute what the flight attendant was telling you.

A loud sigh fell past your lips as you thanked her and continued walking to your seat. Colby was slow to follow.

It was bad enough that you were going on a group trip together, let alone having to sit next to each other on a five hour flight. You knew he was in a bad mood regardless due to his lack of sleep, and you knew your presence wasn’t making it any better.

You and Colby have never got along. You don’t know when it started, but you’ve never connected. At the start, you wouldn’t engage much and just stay out of each others way. But now, you fought, a lot. Your friends loved to compare you to a married couple—that really pissed you two off. You don’t really have a reason as to why you dislike Colby so much, you just do. Something about him just irritates you—whether it’s his ridiculous hair, or whining about not having a girlfriend, or how stupid rich he was. And you weren’t sure why Colby didn’t like you, but you didn’t care—the feelings were mutual.

So, when your best friend, Katrina, floated the idea of a group trip a few months ago, you were sparked with excitement. Until you realised Colby would be joining. And even better, the people coming on his trip were couples—besides you and Colby. How fabulous.

As you got comfortable in your window seat, you gazed out it with a comfortable smile on your face—trying to ignore the shuffles and huffs of annoyance from beside you.

“Do you wanna take up anymore room?”

Turning your head to face him, a smirk formed on your face as you locked eyes with him, “Yeah, sure.” You teased, pushing your legs out next to his.

With a harsh kick, Colby moved your legs back to under your seat, grabbing his headphones and placing them in his ears, “Don’t talk to me for the entire flight.” He stated, shutting his eyes and leaning his head back against the chair.

“Finally, something smart coming out of your mouth.” You mumbled, turning back to face the window.

The flight was peaceful, you got up once to go to the bathroom—having to disturb Colby which only lead to a small argument. Mixed with having to ignore the dirty looks he shot you when you returned to your seat.

“How was it?” Katrina asked, slinging her carry-on bag over her shoulder as you exited the plane.

“Take a wild guess.” You spoke sarcastically, raising your eyebrows at her. Katrina chuckled quietly, knowing the answer without you even having to tell her.

The bus ride to the hotel was short—almost everybody dozed off while they waited to arrive. Katrina happily rested her head on your shoulder as she snored, not noticing the way you huffed angrily as you listened to Colby complain about how you awoke him on the flight.

God, he was an ass.

“Alright, this is us.” Sam spoke, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, grabbing Katrina’s arm gently and rocking her awake.

The hotel was beautiful. Large, white pillars rose up from the ground guarding the fancy double doors to the entrance that remained open due to the heat. Surrounding the hotel were trees and plants, paired with colourful flowers—contrasting the white of the walls.

“It’s beautiful.” Colby spoke, admiring the hotel with his ocean, blue eyes.

“I know I am, but thanks anyways, Colbs.” You winked, turning around to shoot him a smug look.

Colby rolled his eyes in irritation, “Don’t flatter yourself. And don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Colbs.”

“God, you’re insufferable.” Colby breathed, shaking his head in annoyance.

“Please, can we have one nice holiday without you guys fighting?” Sam snapped, raising his eyebrows at the two of you.

“Sorry.” You both mumbled in unison, trying to please your friend. But, not enough to slyly shoot each other a dirty look as you entered the hotel.

“Hi, I have four rooms booked under the name Golbach.” Sam smiled sweetly at the receptionist as the rest of the group trailed behind.

“That’s fine, I’ve got it all paid for and set up for you.” She smiled, “So, I’ve got a Corey and Devyn in one room, then a Sam and Katrina in another.” She started handing the couples their room keys, “Then a Jake and Tara, and finally a Y/N and Colby.”

Silence.

“Nope. That’s not happening.” Colby stated, a foul expression on his face.

“Is there a problem?” The receptionist frowned.

“Yeah, we cannot be within two feet of each other without an argument.”

The receptionist laughed, “Oh, I get it. Me and my husband are like that too.”

“No, no, no.” You laughed, “We are not…We will never be…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling like lies were spilling from your lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She chuckled, nervously, “But, unfortunately, in case of an emergency, I cannot change the arrangements of the rooms. I’m so sorry.”

Colby sighed loudly as he pinched the bridge of his nose, you rolled your eyes at his immaturity, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Thank you.”

Grabbing the key card for the room, you wheeled your suitcase towards the room, feeling utter disappointment. You knew your holiday would now be ruined due to Colby. He would be complaining about every little thing you did, and you couldn’t help but bite back.

The room was huge. Large hallway leading up into the living area, with a 60 inch flat screen TV and rectangular coffee table in front of it. Next door rested a modernised and perfectly furnished kitchen with a marble top island in the centre.

You and Colby walked around the room in silence as you observed the beautiful room. As you walked down a small hallway, your heart raced with anxiety as you made it to the bedroom. There was only one room left, meaning that there was only one bedroom. You prayed it was double beds on opposites sides of the room.

Colby strolled slowly behind you as you pushed open the door. Your heart dropped at the sight.

Rose petals in the shape of a heart laid across the double bed, paired with others scattered across the floor leading up to it. In the corner of the room were red balloons in the shape of hearts and “Happy Holiday!” written across them. To push things further, a bottle of Champagne and two glasses rested on a circular table next to the balcony glass doors.

“Well, fuck.” Colby chuckled, “If only they knew.”

“If only they knew what?” You spat, waiting for the insult to hit you.

“That you were such a bitch, they wouldn’t have gone to all this effort.” He smirked, walking over to the bed and playing with the roses.

Ignoring his comment, you trudged towards the Champagne, popping it open and pouring yourself a glass. You sighed happily as the bubbly beverage slipped down your throat—hopefully this would calm your anger.

You and Colby didn’t speak another word the rest of the day. The others had sent a few messages to the group chat discussing dinner later in the evening, but other than that—nothing. Colby relaxed in the living area as you prepared yourself for the dinner. You elegantly did your makeup—your skin looking flawless, and your lips looking pink and plump. You then curled your gorgeous, silky hair, letting it rest comfortably on your chest as you slipped on your dress.

And by God, did you look good.

Your breasts were accentuated perfectly and your ass popped deliciously. You knew you’d get some attention tonight, and you were excited. But maybe not by who you were expecting.

Your heels clicked satisfyingly against the floor as you approached the living area. Colby was sat on the couch, phone in hand, in a suit as he scrolled endlessly. He looked up once to acknowledge your presence, before returning to his phone.

Not long after, his head snapped back towards you, a shocked expression on his face as you adjusted your coat, “What?” You spat.

Colby stared for a few seconds longer before plastering a smirk on his face, “Slutty as always.”

“Fuck you.” You seethed, glaring at him as he sauntered over to you.

“You wish, sweetheart.” He whispered, teasingly tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Pulling your head away from you, you pushed his chest, forcing him back slightly, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Taking a deep breath, you swung open the front door as you walked into the hallway. You could not deal with him tonight, you wanted to have a nice night and not be bothered by his rude remarks. Luckily, your meal with your friends was unbothered by Colby as he sat at the opposite end of the table. Thank God.

“You coming to the club?” Tara questioned as you exited the restaurant.

“Fuck yeah.” You grinned, “I wanna get fucked up tonight.”

“Easy tiger.” Sam chuckled from behind you, “Remember who you’re sharing a room with.”

“What about it?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

Sam shook his head, “Doesn’t matter.” He mumbled, turning around to engage in conversation with the boys.

Weird.

The club was busy tonight. Typical for a Friday night, though. People were everywhere—dancing, drinking and singing. Just like you.

You were 5 drinks deep and you were hammered. The buzz you felt was beyond tipsy—you knew you were a lightweight, but not this bad. Yeah, maybe the fancy dinner had unbelievable portion sizes, but the Vodka here was something else.

As a familiar song began to play, you gasped in excitement as you grasped Katrina and Tara’s arms as you grinned at Devyn in front of you. The music flowed through your body as the rhythm picked up. The beat took over your body as you moved to the music.

You were thoroughly enjoying yourself when a pair of large hands slithered around your waist. A certain brunette asshole strangely made it’s way into your mind as you turned around, but you were, unfortunately, met with a stranger.

“Hey, beautiful.” The tall mousey brunette smirked down at you, “Care to dance?”

Feeling extremely drunk and dangerously cheeky, you agreed. Your hips moving sensually against his as he gripped your waist while you danced. Your eyes wondered over to the bar where your four male friends stood, watching over you and your friends. Your eyes locked with Colby’s and, more specifically, the angry look on his face.

A devilish smirk crept its way up on your lips, an evil idea making its way into your mind. Bending over, you couldn’t help but grind on the strange man behind you, watching as Colby’s face dropped even further at your action.

You ignored the cheers from your friends as you retained the eye contact with Colby as you flipped your hair over your shoulder to glance back at the very obviously aroused man. But, before you could even utter another word, you’re pulled upright and away from the dance floor.

“Dude, what the fuck?” The guy called after you, a confused expression on his face.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Colby growled towards him, shooting him a look of pure rage, one you’d never seen before. His cheeks were pink from the alcohol he’d consumed and the anger that flooded through him.

Colby swivelled back around and pulled you out of the club by your arm, his grip harsh as he did so. He didn’t utter a single word as he pushed you inside the hotel room.

“Colby..” You mumbled in a quiet voice, not knowing what to say.

“Shut up.” He spat, not turning around to face as you as he dragged you inside the bedroom and slamming the door.

“What did you do that—Mmf!” Your words were cut short when you were slammed against the wall.

“Y’know, it’s one thing to constantly be a bitch and piss me off,” Colby started, his arms above your head as he seethed above you, “But it’s another to grind on some fucking prick in front of me like I’m some sort of joke.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You fired back, “It’s not like we’re together, Colby? I can do whatever the fuck I like.”

“Oh, is that right?” Colby laughed, darkly, “No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, no.” He smouldered, “You don’t get to do that around me.”

“And why’s that, Colby? Please, enlighten me, because you sound out of your fucking mind right now.”

Before you knew it, Colby’s lips were smushed against yours in a passionate kiss. You gasped into his mouth as you melted against his lips, your hands resting comfortably on his muscled arms as his laid against your warm neck. Colby grasped the underside of your thighs and pulled you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Colby..” You moaned breathily as his plump lips attacked your neck, “I need you.”

“Of course you do, who wouldn’t?” He teased, pulling your back off the wall and leading you both towards the bed.

“Seriously? You can’t stop being an ass even before we’re about to have sex?”

Colby chuckled from above as you laid in the rose petals beneath you, “You know, if you shut that slutty mouth for once, you’d be so pretty.”

“So I’m not already?” You fired back, shooting him a dirty look as he crawled between your legs.

“Shut up, Y/N.” He ordered, a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

Colby wasted no time in stripping you of your clothes, chucking them on the floor along with his own as he continued to kiss you desperately. As Colby pulled your soaked panties off your legs, his lips slowly made their way down to your exposed breasts—his mouth finding it’s way around your mounds beautifully.

Quiet moans slipped past your lips as his hand trailed down to your core, your breathing quickening as he did so. His nimble fingers found themselves comfortably circling your aching clit, making you feel the smile against his lips as he kissed your neck. Your back arched off the bed in pure pleasure as he slipped a finger inside you, wanting nothing more than to scream out as he curled them upwards to hit your sweet spot.

“Please.” You moaned, grasping his forearm tightly as you scrunched your face up in pleasure.

Soon enough, Colby pushed your legs up and onto his shoulders, his tip teasingly rubbing against your soaked entrance. With a few whines and whimpers of desperation, Colby swiftly pushed his cock deep inside you. As a shocked moan rasped from your throat, he sped up his hips as he rocked his throbbing dick in and out of you.

“Oh, yes, don’t stop!” You sobbed, tears falling past your eyes as he pushed your legs further back to reach deeper inside your slutty pussy.

“Jesus, why didn’t I do this sooner?” He mumbled, his cheeks flared red as he huffed with each thrust.

Colby quickly got bored as he pulled out and flipped you on your stomach, pulling your ass into the air and slipping back into your warm hole. You gripped the bedsheets as he ruthlessly destroyed you from behind, degrading names filling the room as he spoke. You crumbled petals in your fists as you clung onto the bed for life, Colby showing no mercy as he fucked you.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you?” Colby spat, yanking your hair back as your ear met his lips, “You’ve been begging for me to fuck for years now, haven’t you?”

“Yes! yes, yes, Colby. Wanted you for—Aah! for so long.” You blabbered, your throat feeling sore and dry from all the screaming that erupted from it.

“What a good girl—finally.” He praised, letting your hair loose as your head hit the sheets once more, feeling the pleasure build up in your stomach as his fingers deliciously rubbed your clit, “Fuck, I’m close.”

Before you could realise, Colby was cumming deep inside you as your own orgasm hit. His name released itself from your lips countless times as he fucked his load further inside you. As you came down from your high of ecstasy, Colby pulled out of you slowly, falling next to you on the bed.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He mumbled, his eyes staring intensely at the ceiling as he regained his breath, “That was something.”

“It sure was.” You murmured back, feeling a sense of awkwardness fill the air, as you coughed nervously, “I’m gonna go shower.”

But, before you could even move, Colby’s arms slid around your waist and pulled you close to his warm body. A smile rose to your face as he spooned you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“We can get to that later.” He informed you, nuzzling his head into your neck as he closed his eyes, “And don’t worry, we can go back to hating each other in the morning.”

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the-orion-scribe · 5 months

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An essay on Ford and Mabel

To commemorate my 1000th post, I decided to embark on an essay on the limited Ford and Mabel bonding in the show!

Among some of the shortcomings in the show (including Wendy being chaffed as a main character), there aren’t as many moments for Ford and Mabel to bond over, compared to Ford with Dipper. Well, it’s also due to the short runway we have from A Tale of Two Stans to Weirdmageddon, but for rather odd reasons, Ford didn’t get a lot of screentime and often holed up in his own lab. Even Roadside Attraction did not even drop any mention of Ford. As a mutual lamented to me, it’s likely the case of Ford, like Wendy, being another character whom the writers had a purpose for (as the answer to the mystery of Stan and the Portal), but didn’t know how to write outside that purpose.

Of course, some argued that, for plot reasons, this is so that Mabel gets duped by Bill since she didn’t know about the Rift from Ford. Or that Ford just overlooked her when he offered Dipper the apprenticeship. As such, there is a main misconception that Ford didn’t care about Mabel at all compared to Dipper. Or, in some ridiculously extreme cases, that he hates her. While I guess this was extrapolated from what we might have gleaned in the show, I don’t agree with such extreme views.

People forget that Mabel was actually the first twin he interacted with, and it was largely positive. When Mabel stated that his six-fingered handshake was one finger friendlier than normal, Ford laughed and said he liked her. Given how much he was shunned by many others for his extra fingers, it probably warmed him to hear someone saying something positive about his anomaly. It seemed initially set up that Ford and Mabel should get along fabulously. Even Mabel went as far as to knit finger puppets for Ford and while he sounded rather hesitant in Journal 3, we later glimpsed a scene in which both bonded over something similar (a hand turkey).

Which brings me next on Ford’s journal entry about Mabel. (I also noted he interviewed, or wrote about, Mabel before Dipper). His interview with Mabel sounded largely positive given he remarked how he was “instantly charmed” by her “enthusiastic” personality. Ford also considered her as an “odd specimen” (almost certainly a compliment), and also hoped to seek her help to repair his own coat.

I suppose this interview probably shaped some initial impressions for Ford about Mabel. “Overall positive but somewhat ambivalent/not-really-comprehending how she ticks necessarily” is much of how I would define Ford’s attitude toward Mabel - he likes her, but doesn’t especially identify with her because the traits he admires in her are almost inversions of some his own.

At this stage, one could also take that with his remark in Dipper’s initial assessment about how he “possibly takes after Stanley” as Ford initially trying to identify with Mabel the way he ended up identifying with Dipper, such as him enthusiastically commenting about her sweet tooth and hair curls being a Pines trait. Of course, as it turned out in the show and in Journal 3, his perceptions of the twins shifted and he found himself relating more to Dipper especially when he looked back on Dipper’s entries and additions, and the events of Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons.

I have to admit that when I first read this part, I thought he remarks he himself needed further psychological testing and not Mabel. For some light-heartedness, I rather think of it that way, but there’s something deeper in this for the two’s psychological profiles. First off, the tests were flawed, given Rorschach testing blots should be less definitive, but it probably reflected Ford’s possible lack of comfort with ambiguity, and the preoccupation he had with death and destruction for so long. As for Mabel, it shows a certain degree of wilful misinterpretation, trying to see things through a particular positive lens and has a sort of fear of unpleasantness that manifests in a possibly neurotic drive to control reality around her, which finds its ultimate expression in Mabeland.

This is rather important as something I would delve into deeper later on in this essay, which gave Ford an impression that Mabel’s psychology, while odd, was overall positive and not much to be concerned about. He clearly recognized Mabel’s social ability as a valuable skill, and may see her lack of cynicism as something of an asset too, as we later see in The Last Mabelcorn. I suppose Ford neglected to do a deeper dive into her psychology given the fallout we would see in Dipper and Mabel Vs the Future. He might claim to have 12 PHDs, but I doubted one of them is in psychology.

We move on to the Last Mabelcorn, which is where we see Ford interacted more with Mabel and offer a bigger insight into how he feels about her. First, he agreed with Mabel when she stated she was probably “the most pure of heart in the room” and entrusted her with the unicorn mission, even knowing that the unicorns were difficult (and frustrating). As such, he equipped her with Journal 1 and a crossbow for the mission. Obviously this was for her safety, as well as trying to give her as much help as he could regarding unicorns, even though he himself had little success (Ford mentioned of an arm-wrestle with a unicorn in the blacklight edition which I doubted went well). At the end of that episode, he directly told her that she is a good person, even without being aware of the struggles she had gone through with her morality moments prior. And after the episode he even regarded her as an expert on unicorns given she managed to defeat one, and allowed her to write an entry in Journal 3 about unicorns. I needed to note that Mabel was the only person who wrote in Ford’s Journal after Dipper returned Ford the Journals (and before their recovery in Weirdmageddon). This rather showed how much Ford really trusted Mabel, especially when he regarded his Journal as his “important scientific documents”.

Dipper and Mabel vs The Future is more contentious in this regard. We see how plenty of fans often using this episode as proof that Ford doesn’t care about Mabel just because he only asked Dipper to stay in Gravity Falls, and waved off concerns that Mabel would be all alone in California. However, we need to relook some bits of this in context.

Dipper: There’s also Mabel. She’d be all alone in California. Ford: Mabel will be fine on her own. She has a magnetic personality. I watched her become pen pals with the pizza delivery man in the 60 seconds he was at the door.

From this, we can see how Ford cared enough to observe Mabel’s social skills with the pizza delivery guy, plus probably witnessed plenty of instances of Mabel handling herself without Dipper’s help. I guessed that was further underlined by her success in the unicorn adventure, and thus he genuinely believed that Mabel could take being without her brother outside of the summers.

Dipper: Gosh, we’ve never really been apart before. Ford: And isn’t it suffocating? Dipper, can you honestly tell me you never felt like you were meant for something more?

This is another contentious bit, I admit. It sounded like Ford considered Mabel as a stumbling block in Dipper’s future. Well, I concede Ford isn’t perfect. Again, this is one of those times Ford was projecting his issues with Stan onto the younger twins after finding out how similar he thinks Dipper is to him (possibly aggravated probably by Stan blatantly aligning Mabel with himself, ex, telling Dipper that he belongs upstairs with “me and Mabel”). At this point, he was just extremely clueless about the nature of her and Dipper’s relationship, and how it was much healthier than his was with Stan, probably even at that age.

Nevertheless, to say that he didn’t care about Mabel at all is simply a misguided oversimplification. He cared about them both so much. His traumatic experience with his own twin just tainted how he saw the twins’ bond being something that could be potentially suffocating. He did sort of have a point though; Dipper and Mabel couldn’t force each other to stay glued at the hip forever or it could potentially stifle their individual dreams if handled badly. But the twins were only 12 and had a lot of growing up to do together. It wasn’t a great idea to separate the twins at this point, which was something Ford forgot.

Mabel wasn’t forthright about her feelings about leaving Gravity Falls and growing up until she blew up at the end of the episode. We see how she maintained that mask of optimism throughout the show, even when she was worried about the Grunkles’ falling out and the parallels she found between her and her brother back in A Tale of Two Stans. That mask began to slip when she realized growing up wasn’t as great as she thought, and Ford didn’t know how badly Mabel would take it.

Ford thought he was doing Dipper a favor by giving him a head start on his studies. This is probably a bit too charitable of an interpretation, but one could, I suppose, see Ford's “something more” remark as “Dipper more than just half of a set” instead of “implying that Mabel is in some sense inferior than her brother.” As said earlier, he even believed Mabel would be fine and thrive on her own, too. That the two could have reached a compromise if needed.

We can probably conclude that Ford actually did not disregard Mabel or see her as the "inferior twin", but he just found trouble trying to connect with her despite his initial positive impressions. At the same time, due to Mabel's outward outgoing personality, he overestimated Mabel's confidence in being on her own, and also (subconsciously) projected his own issues with Stan on the younger twins. Not to say Ford was a bad person by any means, but he was misguided in some of his assumptions and impressions.

On a tangent, I say the recent fan episode Return to the Bunker tried its best to imagine how Ford and Mabel might go on an adventure together. However, it instead exaggerated too much of his flaws (e.g. his trust issues) and it became more of a Ford bashing episode. Yes, we know Ford isn't perfect by any means, and he might be unfamiliar with interacting with others like Mabel.

Yet, as we also saw from the canon (the show supplemented by Journal 3), he could get along well with Mabel, especially in such a desperate situation like confronting a Shapeshifter (how he dismissed the others' suggestions is really beyond me). We even saw how Ford was willing to give up himself to Bill in WMG when Bill threatened to torture or even kill the kids.

I supposed the writers of that fan episode did read J3 but took the wrong lessons. While definitely an attempt to show Ford's flaws, the episode instead went the other extreme. Ford could sometimes be insensitive (like the remark he made about "suffocating"), but not anti-social or downright unpleasant.

There is definitely potential for more positive Ford and Mabel bonding moments that could further underscore that Mabel could cope well on her own (from what we saw in The Last Mabelcorn). From what @hkthatgffan also told me (and on Reddit), when Lost Legends was coming up, everyone thought, from Hirsch's hint through his emojis, that we might finally get a Ford and Mabel bonding story but instead we got an (admittedly) half-hearted attempt to redeem Mabel from her role in WMG.

I supposed another angle could be Ford and Mabel also coming to terms with their roles, given Ford is partly responsible (and even took some blame himself), and both can overcome the trauma together. I don't doubt these are already concepts being explored in various fanfics and fanarts. And here are some other ideas from Reddit.

Let me end off with some parallel scenes between Ford and Mabel, which show how similar both are. We need to also remember that it's not exactly Dipper-Ford and Mabel-Stan, but rather Dipper and Mabel paralleling each of the Stans in different ways. That is probably another essay for another time.

This essay is written with assistance from @jacky-rubou (who already provided an initial essay for me to work from) and @callipraxia who is able to offer more insights.

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horeformilfs · 3 days

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I have an ask for you. So this can either be with Alcina, Donna, or any of the Dimitrescu daughters.

All I really want is like reader going absolutely ape-shit on some kind of foe. For whatever reason you want. Whether it be Eathan or just some random person trying to hurt her lover. The circumstance is completely up to you.

Oh, and if reader could have some kind of power, plant manipulation, shape-shifting, whatever, that would be loved.

Aaaanyway, thank you very much for even reading this. If you don't like it, just ignore me. No harm done. Have a fabulous day/night, and stay safe!

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I love this idea and made it kinda angsty

I'll Protect You...Because I Love You

Dimitrescu Family x Fem!Reader

TW: Arguing, Drinking, Fighting, Stabbing Blood, Fainting, Ethan Winters being a dick, Death

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In the dimly lit corridors of Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N moved with practiced ease, her footsteps echoing against the ancient stone walls. She had become accustomed to the labyrinthine layout of the castle during her time as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's maid, navigating its sprawling halls with a sense of familiarity that bordered on intimacy.

But Y/N's relationship with Alcina transcended the boundaries of employer and servant. Over the course of eight months, their connection had blossomed into something far deeper—a love that defied the constraints of their disparate stations. Alcina's formidable presence had initially intimidated Y/N, but beneath her regal facade lay a woman of unparalleled complexity, whose icy exterior belied a warmth that Y/N found impossible to resist.

Despite the differences in their status, Y/N and Alcina had forged a bond built on mutual respect and unwavering devotion. In the quiet moments between their duties, they stole fleeting glances and exchanged whispered confessions, their love growing with each passing day.

And it wasn't just Alcina who had captured Y/N's heart; her affection extended to Alcina's three daughters—Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela. Initially wary of their mother's new paramour, the sisters had gradually warmed to Y/N's presence, finding in her a kindred spirit who shared their love for the sprawling grounds of Castle Dimitrescu.

Y/N's connection to the Dimitrescu family ran deeper still, for she harbored a secret that she had kept hidden from Alcina and her daughters—a power as ancient as the castle itself. Y/N possessed the ability of chlorokinesis, the power to manipulate and control plant life with but a thought. It was a gift she had inherited from her ancestors, one that she had honed in secret, fearful of the repercussions should her abilities be discovered.

But despite the challenges they faced, Y/N's love for Alcina remained steadfast, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf them. And as the sun dipped below the horizon and the castle came to life with the flickering of candlelight, Y/N knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, she would face them with unwavering courage, guided by the love that bound her to Alcina and her daughters.

As Y/N approached the door to their shared bedroom, she could sense the tension radiating from within. The air crackled with an uneasy energy, sending a shiver down her spine. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber.

Alcina sat at her vanity, her usually regal posture slumped with frustration. Y/N's heart ached at the sight of her beloved in such turmoil, her concern outweighing any fear that lingered in the air.

"What's wrong, Alcina?" Y/N ventured softly, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the room.

Alcina's response was immediate, her words tumbling forth in a torrent of anger and resentment. "That blasted Miranda! She thinks she can dictate every aspect of our lives, as if we're mere pawns in her game!"

Y/N listened in silence as Alcina ranted, her heart breaking with each word that fell from her lips. But before she could offer solace, Alcina's frustration reached a boiling point, her hands clenching into fists as she unleashed her fury upon the unsuspecting vanity.

The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room, mingling with Alcina's ragged breaths. Y/N moved closer, her instincts urging her to comfort her lover in her time of need.

"Alcina, please," Y/N pleaded, reaching out a trembling hand in a futile attempt to soothe her. "Let me help you."

But Alcina's response was sharp, her eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a chill down Y/N's spine. "Stay back, Y/N! This is none of your concern!"

Y/N recoiled at the venom in Alcina's voice, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a cautious step backwards. The sight of Alcina unsheathing her claws sent a wave of fear coursing through her, the primal instinct to flee warring with her desire to stand by her lover's side.

With a heavy heart, Y/N made her decision, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "I'll leave you alone, Alcina. I... I need some air."

And with that, Y/N turned on her heel and fled the room, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as she made her way downstairs, the weight of Alcina's anger heavy upon her shoulders.

As Y/N entered the dining room, her steps heavy with the weight of her emotions, she failed to notice the three figures huddled together at the far end of the room. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela exchanged concerned glances as they watched Y/N's distant demeanor, their hearts aching at the sight of her pain.

With a shared understanding born of years spent in each other's company, the sisters moved as one, their footsteps silent against the polished floors as they approached their beloved Mămica. Y/N's shoulders sagged with the weight of her burdens, her trembling hands reaching for the crystal decanter of whiskey that stood sentinel upon the table.

The clink of glass echoed through the room as Y/N poured herself a generous measure, her movements mechanical as she downed it in one swift motion. The sisters exchanged worried glances, their concern deepening as they watched a solitary tear slip down Y/N's cheek.

Bela, the eldest of the sisters, stepped forward first, her voice gentle as she addressed Y/N. "Mămica, are you okay?"

Y/N startled at the sound of Bela's voice, her eyes widening in surprise as she met the concerned gazes of the Dimitrescu sisters. She attempted to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered at the edges, her facade crumbling under the weight of her emotions.

"I... I'm fine," Y/N replied, her voice betraying the turmoil raging within her.

But Daniela wasn't convinced, her keen intuition sensing the truth behind Y/N's facade. "Did you and Mamă have a fight?"

Y/N hesitated, her gaze flickering between the three sisters as she struggled to find the words. "Yes, but it's nothing for you to worry about."

Cassandra reached out a hand, her touch gentle as she brushed a stray tear from Y/N's cheek. "You don't have to pretend. We're here for you."

Y/N felt a sense of comfort envelop her as she sank into the plush cushions of the living room couch, Daniela nestled in her lap like a protective shield against the storm raging within her. The warmth of the fire cast flickering shadows across the room, a soothing counterpoint to the turmoil churning in Y/N's mind.

Daniela, ever the embodiment of affection, wrapped her arms around Y/N, seeking solace in the embrace of the woman she regarded as her other mother. Y/N returned the gesture, her touch gentle as she ran her fingers through Daniela's hair, the rhythmic motion a balm to her frayed nerves.

With a deep breath, Daniela ventured to broach the subject that hung heavy in the air. "Mămica, what happened? Why are you so upset?"

Y/N hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of her confession. "It's... it's nothing, darling. Just a disagreement with Mamă."

But Bela, ever perceptive, sensed the gravity of the situation, her gaze piercing as she pressed for answers. "But why did you leave? You always stay with Mamă when she's upset."

Y/N's resolve wavered at Bela's question, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "Because... because Mamă got so angry... her claws came out."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the depths of Alcina's fury. The sisters exchanged shocked glances, their concern for Y/N mingling with a sense of unease at the thought of their mother unleashing her wrath upon the woman they held dear.

"That's... that's never happened before," Cassandra murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Y/N nodded, her own disbelief mirroring that of the Dimitrescu sisters. "I know. That's why... that's why I had to leave."

And as the flames danced in the hearth and the night stretched on before them, Y/N knew that no matter the challenges they faced, they would navigate them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As the warmth of the fire bathed the living room in a soft glow, Y/N found solace in the embrace of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a comforting reminder of the love that bound them together. Cassandra and Bela nestled into Y/N's side, their forms molded against hers as they sought refuge from the storm brewing outside. Meanwhile, Daniela remained perched in Y/N's lap, her attention focused on the book in her hands as she read aloud in a soothing cadence.

But their tranquil moment was shattered by the arrival of Alcina, her footsteps heavy with the weight of her frustration. She swept into the room, her icy gaze fixing on the group gathered before her.

"Why aren't you all in the dining room? Dinner should have been ready by now," Alcina demanded, her tone sharp with irritation.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably under Alcina's gaze, her protective instinct kicking in as she sought to shield the girls from their mother's anger. "We were just spending some time together, Alcina. We'll be there shortly."

Alcina's response was a dismissive roll of her eyes, her frustration palpable as she turned on her heel and made her way to the dining room.

As they sat down to dinner, the atmosphere was thick with tension, the strained silence punctuated only by the clinking of silverware against porcelain. Alcina's mood cast a pall over the table, her brooding silence a stark contrast to the usual lively chatter that filled the air.

The daughters exchanged uneasy glances, their resentment simmering beneath the surface as they grappled with their mother's recent outburst. Y/N's heart ached at the palpable discord, her own frustration mingling with a sense of helplessness in the face of Alcina's wrath.

But amidst the awkwardness and resentment, Y/N found solace in the unwavering support of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a reminder that no matter the challenges they faced, they would weather them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As Y/N raced downstairs, her heart pounded in her chest with each step, adrenaline coursing through her veins at the revelation of Ethan Winters' presence in the castle. She found Alcina in the main hall, her imposing figure a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.

"Alcina, what's happening?" Y/N's voice trembled with urgency as she approached her lover.

Alcina's gaze flickered with a mix of fury and determination as she turned to face Y/N. "Ethan Winters has escaped Heisenberg and infiltrated the castle. But don't worry, I'll deal with him."

Y/N's mind raced with a myriad of emotions, fear and concern warring within her as she processed Alcina's words. "What about the girls, Alcina? Are they safe?"

For a moment, Alcina remained silent, her expression unreadable as she locked eyes with Y/N. In that brief exchange, Y/N sensed the truth—the girls were still in the library, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows.

Without waiting for a response, Y/N broke into a sprint, her feet pounding against the cold stone floors as she raced towards the library. Alcina followed close behind, her presence a reassuring presence in the face of uncertainty.

As Y/N rushed towards the library, her heart pounding with fear and urgency, she flung open the doors, relief flooding her as she laid eyes on the girls, safe and sound within the comforting embrace of books.

"Mămica, Mamă, what's going on?" Daniela's voice cut through the tension, her brow furrowed with confusion.

Before Y/N could respond, a deafening gunshot shattered the tranquility of the room, the sound reverberating off the walls as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Instinctively, Y/N moved to shield Bela, her body tensing in anticipation of impact.

But she was too late.

The bullet struck true, searing pain tearing through Y/N's abdomen as she staggered backward, the force of the impact sending her crashing to the ground. Shock and disbelief painted the faces of Alcina and the girls as they watched in horror, their cries of alarm echoing in the chaos that ensued.

Ethan Winters emerged from the shadows, his presence a menacing reminder of the danger that lurked within the castle walls. Y/N fought through the pain, her voice strained as she addressed him.

"Why are you here, Ethan?" she pleaded, desperation coloring her words.

But Ethan remained silent, his gaze cold and unyielding as he turned his attention to the Dimitrescu sisters and Alcina. Panic surged within Y/N as she watched him advance, her instincts screaming at her to protect her family at all costs.

With a fierce resolve, Y/N pushed herself to her feet, her body protesting with each movement as she positioned herself between Ethan and the ones she loved. "Stay back!" she warned, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and determination.

But Ethan showed no signs of relenting, his gaze locked on his targets with a chilling intensity. With a resigned sigh, Y/N braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, her mind racing with thoughts of how to keep her family safe in the face of overwhelming odds.

As Y/N summoned the vines with her chlorokinesis, her focus shifted solely to protecting Alcina and the girls from the imminent threat of Ethan Winters. The tendrils of greenery twisted and coiled around Ethan, ensnaring him in a tight grip as she launched herself into the fray.

The girls and Alcina watched in stunned silence as Y/N unleashed her power, their eyes wide with astonishment at the revelation of her hidden abilities. The air crackled with energy as Y/N and Ethan clashed, each blow resonating with the weight of their opposing desires.

But despite Y/N's valiant efforts, Ethan proved to be a formidable opponent, his desperation driving him to strike out with renewed ferocity. As he delivered a final, devastating blow, piercing Y/N's abdomen with a merciless stab, a cry of anguish tore through the air.

With the last of her strength, Y/N summoned forth a vine, twisting it around Ethan's neck in a desperate bid for survival. With a sickening snap, his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the threat he posed extinguished in an instant.

Exhausted and wounded, Y/N collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with the effort of her exertions. Alcina and the girls rushed to her side, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief as they surveyed the scene before them.

"Daniela, keep her awake!" Alcina's voice rang out, laced with urgency as she knelt beside Y/N, her hands trembling as she sought to staunch the flow of blood from her wounds.

The youngest Dimitrescu sister nodded frantically, her hands gentle as she cradled Y/N's head in her lap, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stay with us, Mămica. Please, don't leave us."

Y/N's vision blurred as she struggled to remain conscious, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she met Alcina's gaze with unyielding determination. "I'll protect you because... because I love you," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper before darkness claimed her, her body succumbing to the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With tender care, Alcina lifted Y/N into her arms, cradling her gently as she carried her to their room, the girls trailing behind in solemn silence. The journey felt endless, each step a testament to the weight of their collective worries as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

Upon reaching their sanctuary, Alcina laid Y/N upon the bed with infinite gentleness, her touch reverent as she began to tend to her injuries. With practiced precision, she cleaned and dressed Y/N's wounds, her movements deliberate as she worked to ease her lover's pain.

The girls watched with a mixture of awe and concern, their hearts heavy with the realization of Y/N's sacrifice. As Alcina finished her ministrations, they crawled into bed beside Y/N, seeking solace in the warmth of her embrace.

Bela nestled close to Y/N's side, her touch light as a feather as she draped an arm over her, while Cassandra snuggled against her other side, her breaths soft and steady against Y/N's skin. Daniela settled in the crook of Y/N's arm, her presence a soothing balm against the ache of her injuries.

Alcina took a seat in a large chair nearby, her eyes never leaving Y/N's form as she held vigil over her beloved. With a book in hand, she settled in for the long night ahead, the pages offering little distraction from the weight of her worries.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Y/N stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of the Dimitrescu sisters gathered around her bedside, their faces radiant with relief and joy.

"Mămica, you're awake!" Daniela exclaimed, her voice filled with unrestrained delight as she threw her arms around Y/N, her embrace warm and comforting.

Bela and Cassandra echoed their sister's sentiments, their smiles bright as they showered Y/N with affectionate hugs and whispered words of gratitude.

Alcina watched from the foot of the bed, her heart swelling with love and relief at the sight of Y/N awake and alert once more. With a soft smile, she approached Y/N, her gaze tender as she spoke.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Alcina began, her voice laced with sincerity. "For what happened last night, and for the hurtful words I spoke. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make amends and to work on controlling my temper."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude at Alcina's apology, her own forgiveness offered freely as she reached out to take her lover's hand in hers. "Thank you, Alcina. I know we'll get through this together."

With the tension of the previous night lifted, the day unfolded with a sense of newfound peace and harmony. The Dimitrescu family spent the hours together, basking in the warmth of each other's company, the laughter of the girls filling the air with joy.

As they shared meals and shared stories, the bond between them grew stronger, their love for one another shining brightly amidst the shadows of their shared past. And as the day drew to a close, Y/N found solace in the embrace of her family, grateful for the second chance they had been given to cherish the moments they shared together.

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itbmojojoejo · 7 months

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This hellsite is going to die if people keep being so negative and nasty to people all for sharing their creations.

The joy is literally being sucked away bit by bit every week PURELY BECAUSE THE ATMOSPHERE FEELS HOSTILE. And for what? Is it jealously? Is it boredom? Is it because you've decided to have a dislike for certain blogs?

And honestly if its to gatekeep an entire fandom because you want your own thoughts and takes to be the only fanon then well done, you are doing a fabulous job, I know writers/artists/gif makers EVEN READERS that want to create for and enjoy a space that feels unwelcoming so they refuse to do it - and yes I'm included in that.

I am fed up of seeing people getting shit for simply wanting to be apart of fandom. I have already lost mutuals from other fandoms because they have deactivated from petty nasty anons on top of a hostile space and I don't want to see that happen again.

IGNORE/UNFOLLOW/BLOCK - IT IS REALLY THAT SIMPLE. You can even block certain tags you don't want to see. START DOING IT.

#i am pissed off scrolling through my dashboard seeing people getting shit on for no good reason - FUCK OFF WITH IT.

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puffballlofdoom · 3 months

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On "alysmond" and "helaemond"

For some reason, there’s a petty war going on between fierce “helaemond” and “alysmond” stans. Fr, I totally don’t understand why should those ships be mutually exclusive? If “helaemond” actually becomes the show canon, I can totally see Helaena breaking up with her brother-boyfriend after B’n’C. IMO Aemond’s recklessness and long-harbored, ill-concealed hatred for Luke , contributing to Jaehaerys’ tragic death is a reason enough for Hel to stay away from him, never mind how dear the siblings (with benefits) used to be to each other. In this scenario, Aeamond could pursue a relationship with Alys, never mind his previous (more or less romantic) engagement with Helaena…

In addition, if “helaemond” is confirmed, this subplot doesn’t necessary have to be some fabulous love story. I mean the siblings *may* have been getting along with each other pretty well , and I really enjoy the idea of young Aemond having a crush on his big sister. I find it really cute, that’s all. In my opinion teenage Aemond, doubtlessly familiar with the idea of “courtly love” (I’m guessing this concept could exist in the quasi-medieval Westeros), might have enjoyed performing the role of righteous knight, worshipping his “future queen” from afar , as if there was a “secret RPG session”, going on but in his head. Frankly speaking, the young !Knight Aemond and his !Lady Helaena don’t even have to get sexually involved and their “forbidden love” could remain just cute, childish crush, as the time goes by turning into mature friendship, mutual care and understanding. Perhaps older Aemond, driven with his sense of responsibility, would want to become a proprer father figure/ role model for his little nephews and niece? I like to think well-educated, smart Aemond, familiar with the story of Daenys the Dreamer, and keeping his sister company more often than her joke of a husband, found out Hel was a Dragon Dreamer.

On the other hand, we cannot rule out Helaena and Aemond becoming lovers, but IMO such a scenario would be pretty dark. It seems to me it could happened only if the show version of Helaena remained childless after two or three years of marriage (yet again, I am speaking about the show counterpart of the FnB Helaena, who canonically bore the twins about a year after she had wed Aegon) and Aemond started to fear someone like Larys Strong would simply get rid of Hel, so that the WIDOWED crown prince could take another bride. So, Aemond shared his fears with his sister, and the siblings agreed they ought to cuckold Aegon in order to secure Helaena’s position as the future queen, and thusly save her life… It’s possible the righteous prince Aemond , loathing the mere idea of fathering bastards, could have secretly married his sister (it could have been a traditional Valyrian ceremony, which still wouldn’t make the whole situation any romantic). However, even as a “secretly married” couple, who could grow to quite enjoy performing their “conjugal duty”, Aemond and Helaena could remain but “siblings with benefits” (which sounds awful, but given they’re Targaryens, it kinda makes sense) and never develop romantic feelings for each other. In this scenario, they could be still sleeping together after Aegon’s heir had been born, just out of sheer need for comfort, closeness or affection, or simply willing to reduce stress, feel better or have fun. Messed up as Helaena and Aemond seem, they could have perceived sex as yet another form of bonding… Whatever could have been going on between the siblings, their breakup after Jaehaerys’ death appears inevitable.

As far as Aemond’s relationship with Alys is concerned, I wouldn’t call it an overly romantic love story, either. Let’s say it out loud – in spite of her sharp wits, charms and whatnot, Alys was a prisoner of war and even if Aemond had fallen madly in love with her, I would risk saying she wasn’t in the position to truly reciprocate his feelings. Thanks to Alys’ good looks, the prince “generously” spared her life, there’s no two ways about it, BUT however “besotted” Aemond was with Alys, becoming his “war bride” literally meant she was chosen to be a freakin’ sex slave. In my honest opinion, the woman deserved better and I don’t believe she reciprocated his love. Alys certainly was not in the position to fully consent to be the prince’s paramour, although I can totally see Aemond developing genuine romantic feelings for her – however twisted it may sound. It seems to me in the very beginning, it was just about lust, but later on, the prince could have taken to the “witch” because of her personality and even become fascinated with her supernatural powers. Frankly speaking, I am not the fan of the “Alys casting a love spell on Aemond” theory. She might have been using her totally prosy, feminine charms in order to endear the prince to her, and thusly make sure she would be treated as well as she could possibly be under so dire circumstances. And no, I don’t mean Alys was just offering Aemond sexual favors. Intelligent person she no doubt was, the “witch queen” could do her best in order to forge an emotional bond with Aemond, too. For instance listening to what the prince had to say and showing him affection. Paradoxically, learning Aemond’s story could make Alys take to the prince at least a little, since in this scenario, she could realize in spite of coming from different social backgrounds, they shared a bunch of experiences. For instance, earlier in her life, unwed and pregnant Alys, born out of wedlock herself, had been no doubt an outcast – just like Aemond the Kinslayer, having blood of his close relative on his hands. Could it be a reason enough for Alys to start sympathizing with Aemond? Yes, indeed. In addition, the “witch” had lost both her child and their father – even if we are not familiar with the details and the moment she met Aemond Alys was probably over it. If the “helaemond” theory is confirmed, Aemond gets involved with Alys when his first “girlfriend” is also like dead to the world, not to mention the fact his son and/or nephew died gruesome death.

Here, I would like to admit I am not a fan of fetishizing Alys’ age and deeming her a “milf”. The woman was certainly more than just her looks and age. If Aemond had actually loved her – which I find highly probable - there must have been something more than just physical attraction! In addition, in the quasi-medieval world of Ice and Fire, girls in their early teens are considered eligible maidens, so in this universe, it isn’t out of usual for women in their late, if not mid-twenties to become grandmothers! Taking the fact FnB is supposed to be a historical source by a bunch of unreliable narrators, we don’t actually know how old Alys was. If we rule out the ageless witch/ red priestess theory, we could safely assume she was, for instance, in her 40s or 30s, but knowing the Westerosi customs, well, it is still possible she was just a few years older than then-twentyish Aemond. There is also an option Alys didn’t even exist and all the war bride/captor romance was made up by pro-Black maesters and scribes, willing to paint the prince in a negative light. After all making some lowly born wet nurse his wife, Aemond would insult House Baratheon, impudently breaking the pact which had to be sealed with his marriage to Lord Borros’ daughter. You just keep in mind both the Witch Queen and Aemond’s bastard son disappear from the “historical chronicles” shortly after the Dance ends. In addition, stressing Alys’ alleged “old age” could have made him look ridiculous in the eyes of Westerosi readers.

Personally, I prefer to imagine Alys existed, had prophetic skills and played a significant role in Aemond’s life. Perhaps at some point, she even developed some sympathy and twisted fondness for the prince (still her captor and, yes, her rapist) but never had second thoughts about having kept it to herself that Aemond would meet his end in God’s Eye and no one could blame her for it.

To sum up, I think shipping Aemond with Helaena does not automatically make the shipper anti-“alysmond”. In my view, adding one more (for want of a better word) romantic relationship to Aemond’s arc makes sense. It could be an interesting way to show how the character’s attitude towards his love interests and his interactions with them evolve as various experiences are shaping his personality. I would never pit Helaena against Alys. They’re two different women and the fact at some points of their lives, they happened to get involved with the same guy does not make them natural born enemies. In my honest opinion, if the show version of Helaena had a chance to meet Alys (here, I mean my own idea of this character, since we don’t learn much about her from FnB and her show counterpart is still a mystery), they would become… good friends.

#hotd #my rants #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #alys rivers #helaemond #alysmond #aemond x helaena #alys x aemond #alys rivers deserved better #anti helaemond #anti alysmond #fire and blood #my theories #am i lowkey shipping helys

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Alexia Putellas Recommendations

[disclaimer: i did not write any of the stories in these masterlists, full credit goes to the respective authors]

Key: *fluff, **angst, ***smut

* | ** Jealousy or Caring? - one shot This one talk about jealousy and everything who can come out of it, whether it’s little cute reconciliations or a little more complicated repercussions.

*** Jealous Alexia - blurb not technically smut but alexia gets jealous and possessive and well... you can guess the rest

* | ** Reputation - completed? You and your sister Leah Williamson are known for sleeping around. But a move to a new club and meeting Alexia might just change your habits... Part 1 | Part 2

** off limits - incomplete you're dating your sister's best friend and when she finds out, the aftermath is far from pretty. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | ---

*** Tongue Between Your Teeth - ongoing When Alexia lashes out at you after a match, you ask her to prove just how much she trusts you... OR the one in which the reader asks Ale to bottom for her. Part 1 | Part 2

* | ** Bruises, Apologies & Cookies? - oneshot You start to hook up with Alexia, but then you realise you aren't meant to play against one another. Trigger Warnings: injury

* exhaustion - oneshot alexia has a bad day and you're the only one who can make it better

* useless - oneshot mutual pining with a splash of awkward flirting and alba being absolutely done with alexia’s gay panic + ballon d’or fabulousness

* prior engagements - oneshot alexia has gay panic over you

* | ** home to me - oneshot jealous alexia because of a small pr stunt

* get in the fucking blanket fort - oneshot you make a blanket fort

** calm takedowns - oneshot you get an undeserved red card

* all it takes is a bet - oneshot you're not a hugger

* | ** to all the ones who have not been loved before - oneshot you haven't been loved before - at least not in the way you deserve

* broken arm - oneshot you break your arm on international duty and return to your club in a cast, activating your teammates' overprotective mode, but all you want is to be next to your love

* second languages - oneshot you try to teach alexia english

** naïve to think - oneshot you knew alexia still loved you but you were naive enough to think that she loved you the most

* | ** | *** second best - oneshot you were always second best but maybe this one time you’d be first

* | ** new feelings - oneshot a new start with your childhood best friend is just what you need

* vacation love - oneshot The team is waiting in an airport lounge for the plane and the you get really tired but find the chairs uncomfortable so Alexia lets her use her as a pillow

** bad - incomplete Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

** don't you trust me - oneshot you think alexia's cheating on you with jenni

* | ** "who did this to you?" - oneshot you get injured while arresting someone

* | ** only hers - oneshot an interviewer keeps flirting with you and you ignore it but alexia is absolutely fuming

* unexpected events - oneshot you prank alexia by not wearing your engagement ring

* | ** crazy in love - oneshot in which you and alexia do not have the best chemistry, but one night out changes that for you both

* nobody but you - oneshot you and alexia have been best friends for years, but finally one day you confirm to each other how you really feel

* "you're scaring me" - oneshot you prank alexia by ignoring her

** savior complex - oneshot you were Barcelona's big hope after Martens left. Having come from Chelsea, you already had the experience needed to compete in the big leagues, add that to your young age, you had no ceiling, although the party animal lifestyle you led didn't help with team cohesion.

* christmas lights - oneshot Ever since your signing for Fc Barcelona, you had been living in Alexia's apartment. The woman was everything but festive, so when Christmas was around the corner, you took it upon yourself to decorate.

* healthy jealousy - oneshot Albas frequent visits to Y/N's restaurant had them develop a special friendship. As time went on, Alba brought more and more players to eat at the restaurant, making it one of the players hotspots for brunches and post game celebrations. When Fc Barcelona had made it past the Champions league group stage, they went out to celebrate at Y/N's restaurant.

* we back - oneshot where you and Alexia return to football from two entirely different reasons.

** unnamed angst - oneshot alexia breaks up with you to date someone she insisted was just a friend but then she sees you with a friend whom she presumes is your new partner

* | ** "not in front of me" - oneshot your sister and your girlfriend forget your birthday and then they make it worse

* | ** stay put - series Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

* | ** red sweat - oneshot you get injured on the pitch but alexia is on the sidelines Trigger Warnings: injury

* | ** flirt - clingy Part 1 | Part 2

* | ** heat exhaustion - oneshot where you collapse from heat exhaustion on the pitch after a tough match and your girlfriend, alexia is a cute lil worried bean Trigger Warnings: fainting, nausea, brief mention of needles

* | ** you're the one i love - oneshot alexia’s dating you but some offhand comments make you think that she would be better off and happier with jenni

* because of her - oneshot everything you’ve accomplished and done since you met alexia has been because of her

* | ** didn't mean to forget you - oneshot alexia realizes she hasn’t been giving you enough attention. you promise her she’s not a bad girlfriend

* | ** pequeño ángel - oneshot teen reader - you get called up to the national team Trigger Warnings: Vilda 🤮

* | ** waiting room / she'll be the best you ever had if you let her - 2 parts Part 1 | Part 2 Trigger Warnings: Injury

wileys-russo masterlist

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine

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hwaightme · 1 year

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Your fan, Hongjoong (part 1)

(part 2) (your fan ml)

👘 pairing: hongjoong x fashion designer!reader 👘 genre: romance, fluff, mutual pining 👘 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if hongjoong was stanning you 👘 wordcount: 5.5k (help) 👘 warnings/tags: language, radio shows, reader is goth, goth subculture, a bit of mutual pining, seonghwa aries rage, san is sus, jealousy, DRAMA(rama), hongjoong is starstruck, reader has her own fashion house/brand, photoshoots, brand collabs, demon line boutta act up 👘 a/n: Hello fabulous people <3 Here we have, the one, the only, the legendary, Hongjoong next in the Your Fan, ___ series! Thank you so much for your love and support, reblogs, likes, asks and comments all welcome

"So alongside your brilliant songs, you are also well known for having breathtaking performances, with an edge that only ATEEZ can do. Could you elaborate on what exactly goes into creating your unique aesthetic?"

Hongjoong looked around the studio. Him and Yunho, being the resident radio DJs, had been invited onto a show to promote their newest comeback, and talk all things creative arts.

There had been a number of guests before them who he looked up to, from others in the music industry, to visual artists, writers, and designers. This was the way in which he had discovered new changemakers, and got to know those stars he had deemed 'unreachable'. Breathtaking, but there to be admired from a distance.

"I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of the amazing designers and stylists that we work with. Really, without them none of this would be possible and ATEEZ would not be the same."

"Definitely, with each stage and comeback, it seems that there is no end to just how much they, and you, can wow the world. Now, there is a particular fashion house that ATEEZ has been collaborating with recently, could you tell us more about that?"

Now that was an interesting direction to steer into. This was very new on the horizon for ATEEZ, and few media had covered this so far. Hongjoong perked up, forgetting the tranquility that he had to normally adopt for such shows, instead letting himself bask in the rays of his passions.

More specifically, your brand. He had known of its existence, thanks to a serendipitous selection by his stylist, before he had even figured out who the brain behind the art was. He discovered the connection entirely by accident - through this radio show.

You had come in for an interview, much like Hongjoong and Yunho, and sat in one of these seats, telling your story. This same man who was asking them questions, had conversed with you. This appearance was like Hongjoong's little moment to connect with his unreachable star.

You were notoriously elusive, so public appearances were few and far between, and this explained why he had initially not even associated you and the brand together. But as it turned out, that had been the point. The lore was strong in this one.

You had explained during the show that you felt no need for your personal image to be connected to the brand itself, as the garments and those who wore them were the real imagemakers. You had also shown a deep understanding of the subcultures from which you took inspiration and, yourself, followed, diving into legends who had pioneered their popularisation over the decades. In all honestly, that had him hooked, and left him wanting to learn more about how your mind worked.

"Ah yes, more than happy! ARNURI is a brand that we only recently started working with, and could not be more happy. The brand has a world view and prides itself on destroying boundaries in fashion. There is no gender, no size, no limit to what can be achieved. It actually takes inspiration from the variety that is within goth subculture and totally redefines what is meant by luxury. I mean, their slogan is 'lead by antithesis' after all."

He had paraphrased your introductory speech from one of your first exhibitions after you had your big break at one of the Fashion Weeks. It had been a solo show, organised outside of any specific season, every detail paying homeage to what had been advertised as 'embracing the darkness of nature'. For this show, you had scouted models among your friends, among the myriad of citizens of Seoul, and used those same city streets as your catwalk.

Maybe the reason why that particular event had spoken to Hongjoong was because it reminded him of the street busking he had done in his early days. The days of when one risked it all for a future that was not guaranteed, simply because they had hope.

Hongjoong could go on, but Yunho's shift to balancing his head on his hand as he rested his eyes on the captain, and batted his eyelids like a Disney princess made him stop abruptly.

Not that the host had noticed.

"Ah yes! And isn't the name, ARNURI, a play on "Our World?"

"Uh, yeah!" caught off-guard by the follow-up since he was trying to telepathically communicated to Yunho to cut whatever he was trying to do out, he stumbled over his words a little. But it was easy enough to settle back in once he thought of the moment KQ management had shared the official communications between the two companies with him.

"So it was quite funny when the brand approached us for this, they actually quoted our song 'New World'. Really if it were up to me I wouldn't even ask for a portfolio at that point."

"Of course you wouldn't..." Yunho whispered, leaning away from the mic so it barely caught, serving like background noise more than anything.

Hongjoong's head snapped in the other member's direction, but he was met with legendary nonchalance. Truly, the epitome of 'it's not awkward unless you make it awkward'. The guy even raised an eyebrow back at him as though Hongjoong was acting out of line.

"That is magnificent, it was meant to be! Maybe there are some ATINY in the company!"

"Oh we wish!" Yunho interjected, a chuckle escaping him as he glanced in Hongjoong's direction.

"Well, we are very much looking forward to seeing more of these fantastic designs, and the photoshoot that ATEEZ will be doing with ARNURI! Maybe you will be able to create some items together? Can ATINY hope for a new line in the future?"

"Hah, I do enjoy altering clothing and really letting creativity run free, but I am looking forward to the learning-".

"Oh yeah, Hongjoong has been a fan of the brand for quite some time, so finding out that we are now working together is a dream come true!"

Hongjoong lowered his eyes and let his fingers flitter across the table in front of him. There went his opportunity to be all slick and cool. Or was he over-reacting? Again, Yunho was unreadable.

The host then quickly rounded off that segment of the discussion, and cut to an ATEEZ song break, in honour of the guests.

Confirming that the mics were indeed off and he wasn't about to cuss out the entire nation, Hongjoong turned to his 6'1'' headache and hissed:

"Let's keep this about ATEEZ, shall we?"

"Why so serious, bro? Don't you like ARNURI?"

That, he did. The problem was that it was no longer just ARNURI he liked. To borrow some fandom-speak, he had abandoned the 'casual fan' territory, and had found himself quite a few clothing items and accessories-deep, and with a bias.

And since he would rather have Yeosang feeding him sour candy than revealing that he liked ARNURI more than he probably should, any joke in that direction was like an arrow that he felt the desperate need to dodge.

"Yeah, of course I do. I mean, we are working with them right?"

"Riiiight. And you are wearing their jacket. That you literally do not let anyone touch."

"What? I like clothes."

"And you keep said jacket in a plastic bag from the dry cleaner's because suddenly you are Seonghwa two point oh."

"Is that not... normal?"

"Rich to ask for a person who spray paints shoes in the living room at three in the morning."

"Hey I ventilate."

"BY TURNING ON THE EXHAUST VENT IN THE KITCHEN?"

"Shh, Yunho, we good. We can discuss this later-"

"Oh no I like your discomfort shawty talk to me."

Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose. This kid with his surprise attacks. Before he could think of a way to get himself out of the hole he dug, the host was suddenly showing that they had thirty seconds before going live. So he settled for:

"We'll continue this conversation later."

"And I chose Seonghwa over you."

"Choosing violence... I swear to-"

"And we are back! I hope you, dear listeners, enjoyed the wonderful-"

You paused the podcast. So, your personal assistant was not kidding when she ran into your office, waving her phone side to side as though she was at a concert, saying that Kim Hongjoong knew a lot more about ARNURI than you assumed.

Really sometimes you thought you hired her not for her abilities as a PA, but because she made you feel a tiny bit more sane. But at the same time, you were one in the same - who was listening to the recorded radio broadcast right after she left your office, reduced to a fit of giggles, sitting in total solitude? You.

Quite the contrast to how you normally were - zoned out due to exhaustion, brutal because that was how your business worked, or totally unreachable because 'the vibe was right and you were in a creative flow state'.

But this was how you got that bread. And had taken ARNURI to new heights. You continuously sacrificed yourself for the art.

There had never been another option for you - ever since you were a kid there was only one thing you were interested in, and that was fashion. You were that one kid who shamelessly stole (and wore) her parents' and siblings' clothing, modifying it so that it looked more like you.

You had 're-designed' your school uniform which had nearly led to your suspension. To this day you were confident you had done the right thing remaking the outfit to being pitch black - it was not your fault that the school had no sense of taste and had chosen such a horrid shade of grey.

And aside from becoming the 'adopted child' of some goth clubs in the city, you had crashed fashion show after fashion show to just see how the legends did it. You were taken by the stark contrast between what was classically accepted and popular on the runways versus the enchanting amalgamation of Victorian era dress, New Romantic, punk and new wave.

You had sworn to yourself that if there was one thing you were going to do, it was be one of the designers to fuse the worlds together. So you gave all you had to this dream. You had completed fashion school, worked in Finland to immerse yourself in the nation's vibrant, borderline mainstream goth scene, and had participated in many art exhibitions and avante garde fashion shows to make yourself known.

This was your calling. Your everything. So when you finally managed to get your brand up and running, bringing your vision to South Korea, you were shamelessly promoting it as best you could. Sending samples, contacting influencers, knocking on all the doors until SOMEONE answered.

And that someone turned out to be a stylist at KQ Entertainment, working with a group called ATEEZ. After a few exchanges on Instagram, they had agreed to use a couple of items, and let the media do the promotional magic.

You were desperate, having not had much success in the country due to difficulty in finding early adopters of the brand, so you agreed.

Turned out it was a much better investment than you had initially thought. A few members had sported ARNURI wear for a fansign, and pictures from the event FLEW around the internet. Eventually, the clothing was discovered, and your site started getting more and more hits.

You assumed it was just a fluke, but that fluke turned into one of the members, who you learned to be Kim Hongjoong, starting to make regular appearances in ARNURI, especially when it was evident that he had the final say in what to wear - airport looks, more casual events... black-clad, supporting you more than he could imagine.

Inadvertently, he had turned into a motivation for you. He had given you the hope that you could reach the stars if you so desired, and so you began to build up.

Season after season, you worked tirelessly, and eventually broke into Seoul Fashion Week. Your daring showcase of your 'ANTITHESIS' collection had gathered a large audience, and soon enough, you had to step into the spotlight, and reveal your identity.

You could remember it as clear as day, 'She Sells Sanctuary' by The Cult roaring in the background as you stepped out, every bit ARNURI, an overnight neo-goth sensation.

As your brand got bigger and bigger, and you were now leading a business of nearly 100 people strong, you had to become colder and more distant. It was a sort of self-preservation, since fashion was not an industry where one could escape criticism and blatant slander, especially when your primary goal was to be yourself.

But that one idol. The one who had agreed to wear your brand, and then continued to do so voluntarily, Kim Hongjoong, still remained special to you. He was your quiet encouragement.

So when you heard from your marketing and communications team that they had scouted out an opportunity to work with ATEEZ, you gave them the green light almost instantly, and much to their surprise, participated in crafting out the perfect proposal.

And when you received an agreement and contracts in response, you needed to excuse yourself and locked yourself in your studio, letting yourself squeal. Just a bit. And then walked back out - she is beauty she is grace.

The first stage of the collaboration was going to be a nice and simple photoshoot. You said simple but you were running around the building like a headless chicken making sure everything was ready.

It was going to be for a new line, 'PHANTASMOS', an ode to phantasmagoria, horror theatre and the portrayal of all things fantastic, strange and ghoulish. And who would be a better group of models than ATEEZ?

As the day approached, Hongjoong was becoming considerably more nervous, and that was only exacerbated by the announcement that you personally would be attending the shoot.

He did not want to come across as a fool of some sort, wanted to be a serious leader, really leave the impression that he meant business. To him, you were elegance itself, a tranquil beauty in black, and he wanted to match that to the best of his ability.

Which was exactly why he had turned his and Seonghwa's dorm into a fabric skip, with shirts, trousers, t-shirts... all of his prized possessions were strewn around the perimeter and occupied nearly every inch of the floor. Hell, even his customised Doc Martens were lying miserably on his bed.

Just as he was contemplating between a blazer with lines of safety pins as decal on the lapels or a classic leather jacket with more zippers than ways his children could annoy him, Seonghwa returned from his trip to the LEGO store.

Hongjoong had never seen every single stage of grief flash across a person's face in one second. But there it was. He gave the eldest member a sheepish grin, subconsciously cowering away closer to the windows - as far away from the evidently not too pleased Seonghwa.

"Kim. Hong. Joong. What kind of fuckery is this?"

"Oh. OH! Amy Winehouse! Yes, big fan, that's uh, that's Me & Mr. Jones right?"

"I will use you as a broom stick Joong."

"Look I just got carried-"

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? PLEASE LET ME KEEP AT LEAST SOME OF MY NERVE CELLS!"

"What's happening- oh Joongie is in trouble~" Mingi poked his head in through the door, making it look as though it was the Teletubbies sun floating above Seonghwa's shoulder.

Hongjoong really wished he could laugh. He really did. But he was afraid he was about to be forced to eat the starship that his roommate bought.

So much for trying to be 'chic' and impressing you. Now he had the goal of making it to the shoot in one piece.

"Mingi. Exit. Now." Seonghwa commanded, jaw clenched, which made the younger member quite literally bolt, slamming the door so hard that the items that were hanging on the stuck-on hooks slid off and fell behind Seonghwa.

There was a mass meeting audible right outside of the room, and a very distinct seagull laugh penetrated the walls. Hongjoong cursed his bad timing. Had he only started early, maybe he would have had time to shove at least some of the items under the bunk so it didn't look too bad.

"Right. You know what. I am zen. I am the calmest of the calm. You take care of others, I take care of you. Right? Now. Wait, you know what I need to just-"

Seonghwa picked up a large pillow off one of the beds, eyed it, looked at Hongjoong once more, and then PUNCHED it with blinding rage, sending it flying right back into the bed.

"Okay now I am fine. Care to explain when you were planning to sort this shit out?"

There was another wave of mumbles outside, to which Seonghwa responded by making the door fly open and shouting out "we are having a VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION."

Before closing the door entirely, a quiet comment from Yeosang could be overheard: "they're getting divorced in there," leading to some giggles, and pitter-patter of footsteps away from the door. They probably just chose a slightly different location to camp and snoop.

Hongjoong decided to sink into one of the clothes piles, motioning for Seonghwa to take a seat next to him. He was in a dilemma, unsure of what sort of explanation would be the most effective for Seonghwa. So he just settled for the truth.

"You know the shoot that we are going to do?" he began, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes, I do. What, is the aesthetic landfill-chic?" Seonghwa motioned at the explosion over the room.

"No, not at all! Don't even. You have seen the clothing, right?"

"Of course, I wore ARNURI before. Must say, very flattering. And fashionable. That one overcoat made me feel like a vampire prince."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, but chose not to comment on that. Seonghwa was Seonghwa, he had his own agenda and his own interpretations.

"Right, so... well, you know I have a lot of ARNURI stuff? It's not just that... I have um... sort of become a... fan? Of the designer? L/N Y/N? She is just... her vision... her style is just... yeah she is great."

"Oh my gosh my boy Kim Hongjoong actually wants to meet someone outside of ATEEZ, this is legendary, I should post this on Universe."

"What in the- hey I meet people! And don't you dare"

"When, mister 'I don't really have many friends' and literally getting jealous over me talking to Minho from Stray Kids?"

"Hey, being a best friend is a responsibility, and you are my best friend!"

"Oh wait... I get it... I don't think you are aiming for friendship here... isn't that right?" a grin started spreading over Seonghwa's face as he looked like he discovered a new planet.

"I am just a fan of hers! Don't twist this!"

"Sure... okay now I get... this," he gave a judgmental side eye to the pile of sweaters that had made their home right by his display cabinet. "You are like a middle schooler before a first date, I swear. This is definitely because she's going to be there, right?"

"You know what? Yes, yes it is. And I might not have had my growth spurt yet but I am not a middle schooler." Hongjoong said, standing up as straight as possible, putting his hands on his hips.

"That's exactly what an angsty middle schooler would say." Seonghwa looked him up and down, stifling a laugh.

"You are on a power trip aren't you?"

"Hell yeah I am, and I will be for the entire shoot and beyond."

"Park Seonghwa why you do this to ME?"

"If you don't want the others to get the details I have an offer."

This made Hongjoong stop on his tracks and retract his 'leader card'. He did not want to lose face in front of the 'teezer crew entirely, so keeping this information in confidence was enticing.

"Yes?"

"First off, clean your shit. And second, I get that spot on the dresser for the Imperial All Terrain Armoured Transport model I've been hunting down."

"First, deal. Second, say that one more fucking time dude I dare you."

"IMPERIAL ALL TERRAIN ARMOURED TRANSPORT, ALSO KNOWN AS THE AT-AT WALKER, IS A FOUR-LEGGED TRANSPORT AND COMBAT VEHICLE USED BY THE IMPERIAL GROUND FO-"

"Did you legit memorise Wikipedia or something?"

"May the force be with you, bitch. Now you clean, I will go chill outside so I don't have an aneurysm because of how you do it. And by the way, I'd pick the leather jacket if I were you. Classic, timeless and looks good."

"Thank you man, you are the best."

"I know, now impress me with how you can make this room spotless."

And with that, Seonghwa left Hongjoong alone in the room. From what he could hear, there was a circus outside, with the other members having gathered around, interrogating about what had just unfolded. but Seonghwa was keeping his word, for now at least. He knew that he did not have to try too hard, since Hongjoong would probably expose himself as soon as he were to see you anyways.

And Seonghwa was more than right. The next day, when ATEEZ arrived to the studio, Hongjoong was very jittery. Alert to any and all people and sounds, he was looking around as if he was expecting someone - well he definitely was. As soon as they stepped into the ARNURI office, he was convinced that you could be around any corner.

The other members were beginning to catch on that this hyung was acting odd, to the point where Yeosang commented on Hongjoong looking like he was playing Alien Isolation in real life. The reference flew right over the leader's head, but he tried his best to tone his Pink Panther-style snooping down.

And instead focus on the many photos that decorated the walls of your house of fashion. Memories of particularly memorable parts of a show, awards, red carpet events... club nights, themed evenings, collaborations... this was your life. Right there, immortalised in tasteful monochrome.

The boys were in awe of the refined interior - strictly monochromatic, any accents in the otherwise white rooms and corridors were done using the colour black. Although it was not a rule by any means (in fact, you encouraged being as daring as one wanted), the majority of ARNURI employees were clad in the colour, fitting right into the brand and the aesthetics.

They were led up a couple of flights of stairs, and as they were making their way down one corridor, Hongjoong began to catch snippets of lively conversation, the occasional staff gliding a clothing rack past them or across the hallway, and... shouts of 'yes ma'am'?

Initially he was confused, but as they were getting closer to the photo studio, it clicked in his head: you were in there. Who else could be referred to as ma'am?

"Hey, Hongjoong, I think we are -actually- meant to... walk in the hall to do the shoot." Jongho walked up behind the leader, fake whispering, causing a round of chuckles from the other members. The only member who was not as smiley (except Hongjoong himself, that is) was Seonghwa, and it was because Hongjoong not so little infatuation was old news to him, and the room had been cleaned to a very satisfying level, much to his surprise.

"Woah no way, Jongho, that's insane. I was sure that this was a new technique or something..." Yunho piped in, glancing at Hongjoong, lips curling up.

He had a couple of sneaking suspicions about Hongjoong's behaviour whenever ARNURI, or more specifically the founder and lead designer, were mentioned or he was given the chance to gush about it.

The radio appearance was the closest to a confirmation that he could get - Hongjoong getting shy over being a big fan... what a sight to see. But seeing the post-discussion silent conversations between the two eldest members, and some signal exchanges while they were driving up to the venue really sealed the deal. There was something really fun going on with Hongjoong, and Yunho needed the deets.

For research purposes. And who was he to pass up on a ship in the making?

Finally, their manager, after finishing up a conversation with some of the relationship management staff from ARNURI, who had greeted them, decided to speed up the process and usher the kids in.

To soothe his nerves, Hongjoong picked at a bracelet he had selected for completing his 'first meeting and first impression' look. He had worn it many times over, and had even taken it with him on tour before, so it was a little ball of positive energy for him.

But nothing could prepare or prevent the Error that Hongjoong.exe experienced as he finally saw you in your element.

There was something spellbinding about the way you looked. Head to toe in your own creations, you were wearing an onyx-hued Victorian era inspired suit, matched with military boots that had immaculate metal detailing.

He could not stop staring, even if it could be perceived as rude, or too forward. There you were.

"Oh, guys, man down, man down, our captain's overboard~" Wooyoung taunted, shouldering San and Yeosang who were on either side of him.

It really was a sight to behold. Hongjoong, entirely captivated as you stood in the middle of the photo studio, guiding the entire room like a conductor would lead an orchestra.

He ignored the youngers' attempts to get his attention, much to their utter disbelief and resulting giddiness. If there was a definition of starstruck. This was it.

You appeared to have a pulse on EVERYTHING, down to the tiniest details, pointing out that there was a very specific prop missing, adjusting accessories, exchanging one scarf for another. It was the most organised chaos that Hongjoong had ever seen, and he was amazed at how you could keep it under control.

The star he had deemed unreachable was right there. Right in front of him.

"Joongie, I think you can leave your drooling until after the shoot. You don't want your makeup ruined."

"Oh Hwa is this how it is?" he looked at his friend in disbelief.

"I think you exposed yourself enough, no?"

"Ew, Hongjoong come on don't traumatise your wife." Wooyoung was not giving up on his mission to annoy Hongjoong into early retirement.

"GUYS please don't embarrass me-"

"Oh so you admit it?" San questioned, smirking like the devil.

"Admit what?"

"That you are doing some shady shit."

"Where did this even come from, San."

"So the studio then, no wonder you come back from there at like four in the morning."

"You guys are making me lose brain cells that I need to get instructions from the photographer." Yeosang deadpanned, nodding towards the set.

"I don't even want to begin imagining what sort of things you are thinking about, but I can assure you I will annihilate you if you start kindergarten season here." Hongjoong threatened but it fell short as Mingi grinned and joined in the ambush:

"Say 'aye' if you think this minion is invested into this shoot." the way he said it almost sounded like an innuendo, making Hongjoong scowl.

The most deafening collection of 'ayes' resounded around Hongjoong, and caused you to shift your focus to the newly arrived group. He noticed your expression soften, shoulders roll a little further back as you ambled towards them, the thuds of your boots setting his heart's pace.

"Ah good morning to you all! It is such a pleasure to be working with you. Did I make you wait for long?"

"Not at all, the pleasure is all ours." Hongjoong forced out, pushing the snickering members out of his sphere of attention.

"Great, well it is wonderful to finally meet you, I am L/N Y/N, the mad scientist behind ARNURI!"

"Very much the same here, Miss-"

"We'll be working closely enough to be informal, no?" you interjected before Hongjoong could call you by your last name.

Your allure was more powerful than he had hypothesised, to the point where some of the other members, more specifically San and Seonghwa, could not look away from you either - it seemed that you had the energy for attracting demons. The way you carried yourself, poised and courteous, demanded nothing less than respect.

At the same time, there was nothing demure about you. If anything, you resembled a cat that was ready to pounce any moment. As though there was a coil within you, permanently tense and even slightly dangerous. But that was thrilling.

Hongjoong cleared his throat, and corrected himself, "Yes, of course, sorry, Y/N. Shall we do the official greeting or-"

"Let's keep things personal for now, and once my lovely colleagues are done with the final checks, we can get started with eight makes one team." you winked, and suggested, quoting the greeting.

It was beyond entertaining for Wooyoung to see just how putty-like Hongjoong had become in your presence. He was just playing by your rules at this point, without questioning them. But it was understandable, who wouldn't get weak when their type was right in front of them and said 'let's keep things personal'?

"Well then let me be proper, I am San!" whilst you were exchanging words with Hongjoong, the member had time to slip from where he originally stood, and was now almost right in front of you, beaming.

Hongjoong chortled, but at the same time wanted to kick his fellow member in the shins because of the interception. What was his game here exactly?

Ever so politely, you greeted San back, not giving away that you were interested in continuing your chat with Hongjoong. It was second nature to you to blend one interaction into another without revealing any preferences - otherwise you would have a lot more enemies in the industry.

Then you simply proceeded to greet each ATEEZ member separately, your attention shifting entirely each time. You had a way of making people feel like, for even if just a moment, they were your universe.

It came from your tendency of seeing people both as perfect canvases, and as living works of art. You enjoyed the challenge that working off a person gave you, and this was mainly why you wanted to give each ATEEZ member a final once over - to see whether what you had planned was even right.

Each member gave you a unique impression, ranging from mischievous to shy to strictly professional. Seeing as you had never actively followed their activities, aside from their leader's, you were fascinated by the dynamic they were displaying, taking note for who you wanted to see in the camera together, and maybe even matching in some accessories.

Hongjoong was nearly holding his breath as he saw you reading ATEEZ like an open book. You were scanning everyone in the way he had seen renowned critics do while inspecting models on the runway. A Mona Lisa smile, and conclusions no one would know except yourself.

When it was finally his turn, he said his name as brightly as possible, faltering only towards the end as your eyes locked. He swore his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. It did not last long though, as you glanced down, and appeared to be incredibly happy because of something you spotted.

San was taking a particular interest in this silent mental tango, intently following your every move, while Wooyoung cupped his hand around his friend's ear and whispered.

"The bracelet."

"Ah, yes, it's uhm, should I say yours?"

"I guess so! It is from the limited edition MEDUSA collection. It suits you well. And the condition is impeccable though it's been what, a couple of years?"

"It's very precious to me, I try to take good care of it."

Seonghwa pursed his lips, the chaos of their dorm room clouding his vision. He imagined that you probably would go ballistic if you were to ever see clothing being treated in that way. Though Hongjoong did have separate storage for accessories and jewelry - that much was true.

"That means a lot. Thank you-" you turned as someone called out for you, alerting that everything was ready to go, "it's time, gentlemen, let's get this party started!"

As you clasped your hands together and moved away to join the lead photographer, allowing stylists to guide the group away and begin working their magic, San peered at Hongjoong once more.

When he made sure everyone else was out of earshot, he placed a hand on the captain's shoulder, and muttered:

"If you don't ask her out, I will. No hierarchy on this battle field."

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I went to the anarchist/abolitionist healthcare conference this weekend, and it was really a beautiful experience that I don't even have words for. Being able to share resources, knowledge, dreams, and joy together with other people invested in this work was so special, and I gained a ton of hope by seeing the many ways that other people are actively engaged in resisting these fucked up systems and building care into our communities. I gave a presentation about psych abolition, talked about resistance within the psych ward, and got a standing ovation from a room filled with 50 people, many of whom were mental health professionals looking to build solidarity. I legitimately almost cried because of being to have that experience with my mad comrades. I met so many beautiful crazy people who intimately understand what it means to survive as a mad person, and just gained so much knowledge from people actively putting their abolitionist values into practice. I want to share a few of my favorite resources that I became aware of at this conference, and I'll make another post later with some of my key takeaways.

Mutual Aid Self/Social Therapy: This is a support framework designed by one of my friends that provides an intentional structure for providing therapetuic support within communities, especially organizing communities where there's a lot of burnout. It offers so many resources for skills training to allow anyone, whether you have a background in emotional support or not, to set this up within your community. The framework is purposefully not hierarchial or transactional, and allows for actually addressing people's material conditions as well as providing space for emotional processing.

Of Unsound Mind: Incredible archive and research on psychiatric history. Mostly focused around America, but also has some info on other countries. The author of the website will be coming out with a book later this year, which I think is mostly going to be about the Trieste, Basaglia, and that history of psych resistance in Italy.

Power makes us Sick: Collective that focuses on autonomous healthcare and emotional support, especially in terms of autonomous trans healthcare. Has some fabulous zines and resources.

A Corpse among Corpses: Incredible documentary about asylum graveyards in the Midwest and the trade of graverobbing for experimentation in medical schools, and how this connects to settler colonialism, slavery, eugenics, and modern gentrification. Really do want to emphasize a trigger warning for genocide, eugenics, medical violence, self harm, antiblack racism, instituionalization, and lots of discussion of death. I talked a lot with the filmmakers, and really appreciated their care and intent in making this film as a way of bearing witness rather than exploiting atrocity in the name of art, but do want to be very clear that this film is incredibly heavy to watch and might be something worth doing with other people. It was deeply impactful for me, and made me tear up many times.

The Living Museum: Through transforming the old Creedmoor hospital grounds into a musuem and workspace for current patients to showcase their art, this space celebrates psychiatric resistance, transformation, struggle, and joy. I really want to go visit and share in that space, as it seems just so fucking cool. It seems like you might need to contact directly to schedule a visit.

Cahoots Crisis Response Model: This is one model for crisi intervention teams that respond instead of police. They are not perfect, still have some enagement with police, but are an interesting example of how to try to implement these types of programs. Since theyv'e been around for 25 years, they have a lot of knoweldeg and could be a good first group to reach out to if you're trying to create this in your community.

Overall this whole weekend was a beautiful example of how to put our values into practice, and really just wanted to share these projects with you all!

#personal #psych abolition #mad liberation #mad pride #antipsychiatry #mad studies #mental illness #neurodivergence #okay to reblog!

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worm-in-a-trenchcoat · 3 months

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TODAY WAS SO FRICKING AWESOME!!!

I went as Ghoulia today, and Garret came over to ME and ask to take a picture with me! I almost cried 😭. Later I bought Scarily Ever After Clawdeen (one of my grails) and got her signed!

I met so many cool MH cosplayers (including the cutest Frankie cosplayer ever omg), and I met some mutuals from TikTok! I was alone at the con today and they let me tag along with them for the rest of the day (we ended up staying until the literal very end of the con lol)!

Having people to hang out with really made today so much more fun and less overwhelming for me, I had such a great time!

We entered the “Freaky Fashion Show” as a group and won the “Freaky Fabulous” award. We had to split it five ways (a Draculaura cosplayer joined us for the contest) and I took the pencil since none of the other prizes would fit in my suitcase anyway lol.

The mututals I met!! They were so nice and we had so much fun together! And they’re cosplays were so amazing!!!

I’ll probably make a couple more posts with more pics because tumblr will only let me post so many pictures at once, so sorry I’m advance if it gets kind of spammy 😭

#monster high #comic con #cosplay #monster high cosplay

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wutheringcaterpillar · 3 months

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I’ll Be Your Girl

summary: You find yourself at a club, trying to be more out-going and more social than you usually were. Only to see your crush from high school there, still unable to work up the courage to approach her. She takes matters into her own hands, wanting to see the real you, and confessing her mutual feelings.

warnings: Girl!cock, introverted!reader, bathroom sex, smut, unprotected sex, possible breeding kink, friends to lovers

The room was packed with people dancing, and grinding on each other while the music blared extremely loudly, smoke billowing through the crowd.

Some would consider it dangerous for an innocent, attractive woman like yourself to be going to a party in the middle of the city, no friends or significant others to watch over you but that was what you wanted.

All your life you’d been a shut in, an introvert who liked to spend time in her room with your cats, often reading endless romance books and finding yourself fantasizing about a girl you had a crush on in school. Masturbating to the thought of her nude body pressed against yours, her cock pulsating around your lips, imagining every position she could fuck you in. No one would have guessed you thought such inappropriate things. You were very quiet in school, the polar opposite of Kitten as she’d like to be called. That was all the more reason to avoid confessing your long term feelings for her, she wouldn’t want to be with someone so quiet and shy, so you thought. You’d known her in school and had seen her out quite a few times since then, the crush had never gone away but you never worked up the courage to do anything about it. Twenty one years old and still unable to act upon your deep feelings for her.

As the room became to hot for you, the liquor souring your mood, you decided to go step out for a smoke until you stopped abruptly, noticing who was standing by the door, chatting with a couple of strangers looking like she was having the time of her life as she always did.

That was when she turned, nearly taking the breath out of you, eyes connecting in a heated gaze.

Butterflies formed in your stomach as your cheeks began to heat, your mouth dropping open subtly in disbelief that Patricia was here.

You felt like a school girl hiding from her crush that you considered to be way out of your league, causing you to blush and turn away from her, sipping on your drink as if nothing happened hoping she wouldn’t walk over to you.

“Darling! Look at you! You look fabulous!” Her hand settled on your shoulder, goosebumps forming instantly on your delicate, untouched skin.

Her eyes graze down your outfit, the leather crop top holding in your petite cleavage, roaming down your sides to your hips held snuggly in the matching short skit that barely held your ass in.

“My, my I haven’t seen you in so long.. curious, curious, ever so curious. What have you been doing, I haven’t seen you in years! We must catch up! Come!” She was still staring down your body with a lustful gaze not being able to control her own prodding thoughts of what the sight of you without them on would look like, perhaps her head buried between your thighs in your sweet heat.

You felt as if a cat had caught your tongue. She tugged on your arm forcing you to follow her over to the bar, clearly not taking no for answer. Maybe this was the push you needed along with a bit of liquid courage.

After she had bought you a few rounds of shots, the liquor was really kicking in your blood stream.

In her own way, she was glowing, radiating a sense of natural beauty. Your eyes stared at the way her lashes were curled, how the minimal eyeliner really brought out her blue eyes. Her glossed lips looking plump, and enticing as she glanced over at the crowd.

She looked beautiful, eccentric, and you couldn’t help but think sexy, she didn’t even have to try. Even when she walked it was with confidence, her heels on the leather boots she was wearing clicking against the floor, her hips swaying with each step, as she guided you out onto the dancefloor.

A sexy, rhythmic song began to play and she finally started to see you come out of your enclosed, scared little shell. She watched in amusement, her eyes fixated on every inch of you, the way your flipped your hair so carelessly, smiling and dancing at if there was no one else in the room. She was completely hypnotized by every part of you. She began to regret not spending more time with you in school and came to the conclusion she couldn’t let you get away from her.

Holding out her hand, you worked in his arms, grinding against her crotch when she caught you in his arms.

“Look at you! How can you lack such confidence! Youre not just cute like a little dove, but you’re hot! You don’t notice all these skeeves staring at you?” Turning around, all the men that were staring whipped their heads around away from you, Kitten rolling her eyes at their stupidity and arrogance.

Her hand fell behind your thigh, just under your ass cheek as her eyes protruded into yours, her blue eyes that made your heart feel like it was about to explode each time.

Shrugging, you giggled, still dancing not missing a beat as you finally felt like you were having fun for once in your life.

“I guess I always felt like I was holding out for someone that would never want me. I never stood a chance with the woman I was in love with now here I am, dancing with her in a way I’ve only dreamt of. Besides Im not much to look at.” She was almost too stunned to speak, how didn’t she notice? How could she be so oblivious to the fact you were in love with her. Maybe she should’ve known from the stolen glances she’d caught you in, or how your cheeks never failed to heat up when you turned away from her.

Grabbing both sides of your cheeks, she forced to look deep within her transparent ocean eyes, so you knew she wasn’t lying with what she was about to say.

“Listen to me my oblivious, darling face. I’ve always thought you were cute, adorable, hot, sexy all of those words. Moreso, I just always thought I was out-there for you. That I’d be bad for you, look at me, my life’s a mess.” Her eyes held back tears, her hands shaking slightly on your cheeks, gulping nervously, and feeling awful for not telling you her feelings earlier.

You wanted to kiss her right then and there, but a part of you needed privacy even the slightest bit.

“Kitten. Let’s get out of here. Right now.”

“I have a better idea.” Her eyes spoke mischievously, pulling your arm, as you willfully followed her like a lost puppy. Within seconds she was pushing you into the bathroom stall, her lips colliding with yours instantly, her tongue exploring every inch, tasting the sweet amaretto liqour.

Your eyes opened like they needed to see her kissing you to know it was really happening. In that moment, all worry, all insecurities just completely washed out of you.

Her lips taking the breath out of you, shock and clarity resting gently within you.

The liquor settling within your veins, causing your vision to become blurry, faintly hearing the sound of other girls coming into the bathroom, yet you didn’t seem to care, too caught up in the moment.

Spreading your thin laced panties to the side, kitten bit down on her plump lips when she felt just how soaked you were from her. You groaned loudly when you felt her fingers enter inside your aching walls, desperately grinding against her touch.

Her digits curled inside of you, knowing she found that sweet spot of yours almost too easily as you nearly crumbled in her arms from thr overwhelming feeling of pleasure. You had never felt like this before, you felt delirious staring down, watching her fingers pump in and out of you agonizingly slow.

“Kitten, more. More kitten please!” She smirked, unbuttoning her pants, her hardened cock popping up against her chest in anticipation. She thought it was adorable how easy she had pushed you over the edge, the way your chest was rising up and down from how needy you were for her.

You lifted your leg, allowing easier access for her before aggressively pulling her back onto your lips, wanting to taste her again and again like your favorite dessert resonating on your tongue.

“Are you sure sweetie?” You nodded, biting down on your lip in anticipation and eagerness.

That was all the reassurance she needed before aligning herself with your succulency that was completely dripping for her, the sight flaring her eyelids.

Your eyes stayed fixated on the length of her cock and how thick it was just as she thrusted up gently into your core. For your first time, the alcohol was subsiding the pain, surely something you’d regret later. She watched your facial expressions intently, wanting to ensure she wasn’t hurting you and you were enjoying it.

“Kitten if you don’t shove that glorious cock in me, I’m going to do it myself, respectfully.” Giggling at your feistiness, she thrusted up all the way, the feeling of your tight walls cushioning her lengthy member causing her eyes to roll back as she gasped at your tightness.

“Holy fuck princess. Feel so good!” Wrapping your arms behind your neck, diving into her lips once more, you began to bounce on her cock, her hands cupping your ass cheeks to hold you up.

Every grind, every movement feeling so melodious, bringing harmony to your veins as your tongues battled for dominance desperately wanting to feel every part of each other.

Her cock slid in and out of you, disappearing every other second with each moment, her balls simultaneously slapping up against your wetness.

Your hands roamed to the top of the stall, leaving your body on complete display for her and her only.

Not being able to resist her lips latched onto your nipple, sucking relentlessly, causing you to squeal in pleasure.

“Kitten!”

“Does my pretty girl like feeling so full?” She batted her eyelashes up at you playfully, knowing full well what she was doing. Pushing yourself off the wall, you sat her down on the toilet curving you hips to the same rhythm she was pumping in and out of you vigorously.

“Oh!” The sudden change taking her by surprise. Your thighs were trembling, your head nuzzled into her warm neck breathing in her scent. You’d never felt so full in your life, she was fucking the literal breath out of you. Slamming her hips, fucking you like a rabbit, hearing and feeling your muffled, high pitched moans, sounding like music to her ears.

“Do you want me to cum in you baby?”

“Mhm… please, please, please!” God that sound of your voice cracking from desperation sent Kitten over the edge, much like she was doing to that divine pussy of yours.

Your walls were clenching down on her, she’d be damned if she was going to get off without a handful of your boobs.

She watched as you rode out your high, in a momentus, fucked out haze, your eyes remaining on her as you completely broke down, every point of your body trembling from her cock, feeling that plump head rub over the tainted, sweet spot in the middle of your core, over and over again.

“Kitten I- I’m gonna-“ She herself was also moaning, her eyes rotating up and down between your face and your breasts. What she would do to fall asleep right in between them every night.

Arching your back, you moaned loudly, your body beginning to shake when an unexplainable, extraordinary orgasm took over every part of your body.

The sight of your mouth agape, the sweat between your boobs, and how messy your hair was, looking like a fucked out mess had her not being able to hold back any longer, her seed shooting up into you as she held you down, thrusting as deep into your superior pussy as she could.

If it weren’t for the music, the people outside dancing would have definitely heard if not the whole neighborhood.

You collapsed against her chest trying to catch your breath, her hands roamed your back, swiftly rubbing your sensitive skin gently.

Getting off of her after a few moments, you fixed your attire, Kitten helping you of course, only to realize you wanted more than just sex and maybe she did too.

“Give me a call if you ever get lonely. I’m only one ring away, y’know!” Her lips smashed against yours one more time, engulfing her tongue ever so slightly into your mouth. Your thighs trembled, your mind in a whirlwind at what had just taken place. You felt as if you needed to do it again to believe it really happened.

Excusing herself from the stall, you leaned your head back against the door, biting your lip, staring up at the ceiling in a crazed disbelief.

Having no patience, you pulled out your phone finally having an ounce of courage to take the next step, you were done waiting around.

“Would you want to go on a date friday?”

Feeling her phone vibrating, she opened it impatiently, her hopes and dreams coming true when she saw it was you. She couldn’t stop herself from blushing down at her phone knowing she had possibly found the love of her life. She couldn’t help but think that maybe this would’ve happened sooner if one of you had taken the initiative.

“That sounds lovely my dear. Can’t wait! Xoxo, your dear Kitten.”

#Kitten #kitten braden #kitten braden x reader #Kitten braden x you #Breakfast on pluto #ranaewrites #Spotify

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gagmewitha-spork · 1 year

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Useless (Alexia Putellas x reader)

Warnings: just a whole lot of pining and really bad flirting

Description: Mutual pining with a splash of awkward flirting and alba being absolutely done with alexia’s gay panic. Plus ballon d’or fabulousness.

Notes: this ended up a lot longer than originally planned and I’m not sure I absolutely love it but actually writing my brain ideas down is so hard, I also haven’t properly proof read this so there might be some mistakes :)

Word count: 3660

As had been the occurrence for a while now, Alexia found herself unable to take her eyes off of you.

You and Alexia had been friends for years now, ever since you had joined Barcelona from your home club of Juventus 4 years ago, but she had never seen you as anything other than a friend. You had both been in relationships when you met, so she had never even considered it, but something had changed recently. Her relationship had fallen apart and ended over a series of months towards the end of last year, and yours had ended merely weeks later after you’d taken a trip home for Christmas and returned a newly single woman.

Her crush on you grew slowly, so slow that she hadn’t even noticed it at first, but recently you’d been spending a lot more time together, due to you both recovering from injuries, her with her ACL and you with a broken ankle you had picked up during the euros, and with that time she found herself appreciating all the little things about you that she’d never consciously noticed before.

You were currently doing pull ups, hanging from a bar on the opposite side of the room to where she sat, supposedly doing an upper-body workout herself, but instead of continuing her reps with the bar that sat on the frame in front of her, she found herself appreciating how the muscles in your back moved as you pulled and lowered yourself up and down on the bar.

“Your pining is painful”, a voice appears next to her, causing her to look away from you towards the source. She finds Mapi standing there, her arms folded.

“I’m not pining”, Alexia insisted. She only receives a pointed look in return before she moves out of the way, allowing Mapi to take a seat and start her own workout.

“You should ask her to be your date to the ballon d’or ceremony”, Mapi tells her, continuing her attempts at convincing her friend to ask you out, as she had been for the last few weeks since she had realised Alexia liked you.

“You should concentrate on your workout”, Alexia says in return. Mapi shakes her head and continues her workout, pressing the barbell up and down above her chest, “She’s already going anyway, it would be weird if I asked her that”, Alexia continued, obviously stuck thinking about what her blonde friend had suggested, causing Mapi to laugh and shake her head to herself a little.

Alexia doesn’t see this however, because she’s back to watching as you drop to the ground, catching your balance on one leg, as your left is still in a boot, before you lift you tank top up to wipe the sweat from your face. As your top is lifted, your abs are on full display and Alexia’s mind plunges so far into the gutter she has to take a breath and force herself to look away. Mapi catches this and as Alexia’s eyes fall onto her in their rushed attempt at looking anywhere but you, she takes a breath to say something but is cut off before she can.

“Don’t”, Alexia says, causing Mapi to laugh again.

“I didn’t”, she argues, holding her hands up in defence, “you are absolutely useless though”, she says and immediately braces for impact as Alexia smacks the side of her head lightly, telling her to shut up.

As the gym session goes on, Mapi manages to refrain from teasing Alexia too much more, though it’s difficult considering how often she catches her staring across the room at you. Eventually you all finish up your workouts and head home for the evening.

Once home you sort out your things for tomorrows trip to Paris before getting an early night to ensure you’re well rested.

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You laughed as you sat with the other Barca Ballon D’or nominee’s on the bus to the airport the following morning. Lucy was trying to teach Alexia some French that she could say during her acceptance speech, though Alexia was still convinced she wouldn’t win, which you thought was absolutely ridiculous, of course she would win, she was Alexia Putellas.

You were smiling to yourself as Alexia told Lucy she should just make the speech herself.

“So you like my sister right?”, Alba says quietly from where she sat beside you. Your head snaps in her direction, before your eyes quickly flick to Alexia to make sure she didn’t hear.

“What?”, you say, laughing breathily in an attempt to convince the younger Putellas sister her assumption was wrong.

“You’ve spent the whole journey so far only watching Ale”, Alba points out, you can feel the heat rising on your cheeks but shake your head.

“I haven’t”, you deny, glancing around again to ensure no one else had heard any of your conversation. Luckily for you they all seemed far too interested in the French and English lessons Alexia was currently receiving from Lucy.

Thankfully enough Alba decides to drop the subject there, though not before giving you a knowing look. You spend the rest of the journey purposely avoiding spending longer than a few seconds looking towards Alexia, instead deciding that your hands, phone, the table, literally anything else was more interesting to look at. Alba only took your blatant avoidance of looking towards her sister as confirmation that her theory was right.

——

Now in the hotel getting ready you stand in front of a long mirror looking over your outfit whilst you waited for everyone else to emerge from their rooms and meet to take pictures before heading off. You wore a dark green oversized suit jacket, with matching high waisted trousers, paired with a black bralette. On your feet you wear the medical boot still on your left foot, while on the right you wear a simple black leather platformed sandal. You wiped your hands down on your jacket, both to smooth it out for the umpteenth time and to wipe the sweat that kept gathering on your palms.

You take a deep breath, sighing slightly as you glance down at the boot and try to steady yourself, you hated events like this, standing to get pictures taken for your mum was bad enough, having hundreds of people demanding you gave them your attention and best smile was your worst nightmare.

Alexia made her way down the hallway, pausing as she catches sight of you looking at yourself in the mirror. She smiles at herself as she appreciates how incredible you looked, but frowns a little when she realises how nervous you also looked.

Before she can consider making a move to talk to you Alba appears beside her, slapping her on the back lightly and making her jump a little.

“Come on Ale, stop staring, you’re not going to get the girl if you don’t actually speak to her”, Alba says with a teasing smile on her lips before she heads on towards where you were stood, gaining your attention as she approaches you.

Alexia sighs heavily and follows after her.

“Hola y/n”, Alba says as she approaches you, “you look amazing, don’t you think Ale”, she tells you, glancing back over her shoulder towards Alexia who’s eyes widen as she realises what her sister is attempting to do.

“Sí, you look beautiful, bellissima”, Alexia agrees, using your native language as her eyes rake over your body, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to maybe try and flirt a little.

Though it obviously goes right over your head, as all you do is look down at the boot on your left leg, pointing at it as you say, “yeah well I’m sure I’d look better if I didn’t have to wear this thing”.

Alexia exchanges eye contact with her sister in a silent plea for her to help in some way, Alba only tilts her head back towards you, urging Alexia to continue her attempts at flirting, even if she did think they were rather pathetic.

“I think you make it work”, she tries again, and Alba physically facepalms herself.

Before you can reply and Alexia can make any further attempt at flirting with you, more people started appearing and soon enough you were all being ushered together for group photos of varying combinations, then you were being guided out of the hotel and towards the minibus that would take you to the venue.

You climb into the bus, sitting towards the back and Alexia manages to manoeuvre herself past everyone else so she can take the seat closest to you before anyone else gets there first.

As the bus sets off she shuffles herself a little closer to you, leaning in slightly in order to keep your conversation quiet.

“I meant it earlier”, she states, causing you to glance at her with a slightly questioning look, “you look beautiful”, she smiles at you as she notices the slight blush that creeps up your cheeks, “I think you’d look beautiful in anything to be honest”.

“Have you seen yourself?”, you question her, still seemingly not really picking up on her attempts at flirting, making Alexia sigh quietly, though thankfully you don’t pick up on that either.

Giving up she decides to just enter into normal conversation, distracting herself and hopefully you as well from the nerves she could feel building as the bus edged closer and closer to the venue.

As the bus arrived and everyone started making their way off, you place you hand quickly onto Alexia’s thigh, causing her to freeze, looking from your hand to you and back before settling on your face. You smile softly at her.

“Grazie Alexia”, you thank her sincerely.

“For what?”, she asks confused at you sudden gratitude.

“For the distraction”, you tell her, “I really needed it, I hate these things”, you gesture out towards all the commotion outside. Alexia finds herself stuck for words, still hyper aware of your hand resting on her thigh and before she can gather her thoughts enough to form a reply you squeeze her thigh lightly before removing your hand and pointing towards the door of the bus, “we should probably go”.

It still takes a few seconds for her to register what you’re saying before she makes a move to follow everyone else out onto the red carpet, “right, yes, we should go”, she mutters, mostly to herself as she shuffles her way out of the bus.

As soon as you both emerge you’re hit by the noise and lights, all of it overwhelming you slightly as you take a breath.

“It’ll be over soon”, Alexia tells you as she steps up beside you, she gives you a light smile before she gets ushered forwards.

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Alexia was right, the red carpet was over quickly, though it still felt like it dragged at times.

Now, you were sat watching the ceremony take place, and it was getting closer and closer to the time they’d be announcing the winner of the women’s Ballon D’or.

When they call out Alexia’s name, you feel the warmth of pride spread out from your chest as you look across at her from where you’re seated a few seats down. She makes her way onto the stage and you can tell she’s nervous, but as usual she speaks with such poise and professionalism that you doubt many people can tell aside from those who know her well.

Eventually the ceremony is over and you gather with the rest of the Barca players, plus Alexia’s family and the staff that were organising the bunch of you. You are gradually ushered back out of the hall and down some corridors to a room where you’re asked to sit and wait while Alexia finishes off some interviews.

You’re sitting a little away from the group just scrolling through your phone when someone comes and sits next to you, causing you to look up. As you do you come face to face with Alba, and just from the look on her face you can tell exactly what she’s going to try and talk about.

“So you and my sister”, she starts.

“Alba please”, you beg her to stop.

“Y/n”, she says, “you need to make the first move”, she states, jumping straight to the point.

“Alba”, you sigh.

She continues, “she’s been making pathetic attempts at flirting with you all day”, she informs you.

“She hasn’t”, you insist, “why would she?”

“Because she likes you”, Alba exclaims quietly, getting a little exasperated as you’re clearly just as useless as her sister is, “dios mío, how can both of you be so useless?”, she questions, “why wouldn’t she like you?”

“Because she’s Alexia and I’m just me”, you tell the younger Putellas, “she just won her second ballon d’or and I’m just-“, you’re cut off.

“Don’t say you’re just you again because you’re not”, Alba tells you off, “or you are, but that’s exactly why she likes you, because you’re you”.

Before your conversation can go any further the doors open and you’re all called back out to join Alexia and the men’s players to take photos with them and their awards.

You make eye contact with Alexia as you make your way out, but quickly look away as you immediately remember your conversation with her sister merely minutes earlier.

Alexia frowns as you look away from her, she hadn’t managed to see you before she’d been whisked off after the ceremony to do interviews and take pictures and talk to god knows how many people about how happy she was to win and how her recovery was going and so on and so on. All she wanted to do was talk to you, she wasn’t sure what had caused her change of mind necessarily, whether it was the burst of confidence from the winning high she was on, or just the string of failed flirting attempts she’d had today, but at some point she’d decided that she was just going to tell you how she felt.

Though that’s easier said than done, especially since it was currently impossible to find any time to get you alone. The two of you had managed to have a brief conversation whilst getting pictures taken, where you had congratulated her, and told her you knew she was going to win, to which she just rolled her eyes.

As time kept ticking by, Alexia could feel her burst of confidence dwindle, and the more time that passed the less sure she was about telling you how she felt.

You were currently on your way back to the hotel, before you were going to head to the airport to fly back to Barcelona. Alexia had again tried to find her way to the seat next to you on the bus, but had been held up talking with someone who had been congratulating her and by the time she got there you were already seated between Frido and Lucy, deep in conversation about something. She tried to keep the look of disappointment off her face as she took a free seat towards the front of the bus, sighing lightly as she was finally able to breath after all the madness of the last couple of hours.

While at the hotel Alexia again was taken away to do some more interviews, while the rest of you managed to find some time to get changed into some comfy travel clothes, so it wasn’t until you were actually at the airport that everything seemed to settle down a little.

You were all waiting until you could go through security so had a brief moment to sit down and Alexia immediately decided that this was her moment. If she left it any longer she would chicken out and be back to her pathetic attempts at flirting with you.

She looked around to see where you were sat, but couldn’t find you, her heart dropped slightly as she semi-frantically started trying to spot where you’d gone, whilst also trying to not draw any attention to what she was doing.

“She went to the bathroom”, Alba tells her.

“What?”, Alexia replies.

“Y/n, she went to the bathroom”, her sister repeats, pointing towards the door labelled with a symbol of a woman not too far away. Alexia immediately heads in that direction as Alba calls out, “please don’t be pathetic!”, after her.

Alexia bursts through the doorway to find you drying your hands, her sudden arrival causes your head to snap in her direction as you stare at her a little confused.

Alexia is frozen briefly, is she really going to do this? You had gotten changed, into a pair of black Nike sweats and a simple white cropped tank top. It was what you had travelled in earlier that day, and Alexia again found herself appreciating your love for crop tops.

“Are you ok?”, you ask her, as she had yet to do anything other than stare at you.

“You look really good”, she said dumbly, and she would have facepalmed herself if she didn’t think it would make her look even more stupid in front of you.

“Um…thanks”, you mumble, looking down at your outfit before glancing back at her, “this coming from the girl still wearing a literal ball gown”, you gesture towards her outfit.

Alexia laughs a little, “you really can pull that boot off in anything”, what is happening? Alexia questions herself, where had all her confidence gone? The confidence that had her bursting in here only seconds earlier, why was she suddenly back to making useless attempts at flirting with you in the hopes that you would maybe notice that’s what she was doing, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something”, she says, finally getting herself together and pulling out the shreds of confidence she had left.

“Ok”, you say and turn to face her fully, wiping the last traces of water from your hands onto you sweats. Or maybe it was just actual sweat on your palms, as seeing Alexia still in her outfit from the ceremony was doing things to you that you would not like to admit aloud.

“Ok, here it goes”, Alexia says, quietly psyching herself up a bit, she was suddenly wishing she’d actually put some thought into what she would say when it came down to this moment, “do you like me?”, she questions, though immediately regrets it as your face drops.

You fall into panic mode straight away at her question, had she figured out you liked her? Had Alba told her? Either way she was clearly about to shut you down right in this airport bathroom.

“I-“, you start as you try to form some sort of excuse or explanation in your head, some way to talk yourself out of this.

“That came out wrong”, Alexia tries to change what she said, “lo siento, I didn’t mean, ugh”, she does actually slap her palm onto her forehead now as she tries to think of a better way to say it.

“No no, I’m sorry”, you tell her, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to”, you stutter over your words, “I mean it’s not, I’m not in love with you or anything, I’m sorry if it’s weird, it’s fine, you don’t have to say anything, it’s fine, I’ll get over it”, you say everything so quickly Alexia can barely understand what you’re saying, but she definitely catches the last bit, and as you go to make your way past her and out of the door she’d come through only moments before, she lightly grabs your arm causing you to stop and look at her.

“I hope you don’t”, she tells you, “I hope you don’t get over it”, she repeats when you only give her a puzzled look.

“Alexia”, you say cautiously, looking up into her eyes.

“I really like you y/n”, she says quietly, “and I really hope you don’t get over it”, she repeats for a third time, just to be sure you understand her.

You suddenly become very aware of your own breathing, it seems heavy, but also so shallow you’re surprised you’re still standing. Alexia’s hand is still resting on your arm and you become hyper aware of how soft and warm her skin feels against your own. You also become aware of the fact that you haven’t said anything, or moved.

“Kiss me”, you say in a sudden burst of confidence, though you have no idea where it came from.

Alexia doesn’t need to be told twice as she moves her hand from your arm along with her other up to hold your face and she leans in and places her lips to yours.

As her lips move gently against yours, you place your hands on her hips and push her back against the sinks lightly. As cheesy as it sounds, the kiss is everything you had dreamed of and more, her lips were soft and moved perfectly over yours. One of her hands moved into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to her.

The sudden sound of a door opening causes the two of you to pull away, glancing towards the door, before realising that it was somewhere outside the room you were in. You both laugh slightly, pressing your foreheads together.

“I can’t believe our first kiss was in an airport bathroom, whilst you’re wearing a ball gown”, you chuckle at the situation you found yourself in.

“Can I take you out?”, Alexia asks, “when we get home?”.

You lean in again, placing another kiss to her lips, pulling away before she could respond too much, “I thought you’d never ask”, you smile.

“You thought I was about to tell you I didn’t like you like that”, she teases you about your recent outburst of panic.

You roll your eyes at her but place one more kiss to her lips, “yeah, I’m never going to get over that”.

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