#figure out some possible fcs

[nytb]

Flying Private

Being a public figure came with a price – little to no privacy, secrecy, crazy paparazzi – it seamed to be a nightmare, but hidden in-between it’s flaws Alexia found some perks.

The Catalan star’s crazy schedule didn’t help her private life, love life out of the window – for now – Alexia focused on her public appearances, helping women’s football grow.

Trip to Paris here, quick appearance in Rome, little interview in London – Alexia was everywhere.

Behind the scenes, a key piece of the puzzle; Y/N Y/L/N. Joan Laporta’s loyal pilot. They had grown close over the years and when Joan became Fc Barcelona’s president – for a second time – he invited Y/N on the journey.

And so it began, Y/N flew all Barcelona players to every corner in the world; preseason in the USA, basketball games here, European football matches there. Y/N was crucial for Fc Barcelona to keep everyone’s public appearances up while allowing them to get the optimal rest before crucial games.

With Y/N’s little vacation possibilities, Laporta offered the pilot a compromise – whenever the plane was land-bound Y/N was able to do as she pleased. The possibility to travel all over the world, stay at the best hotels, eat the best food; it was Y/N’s dream job.

Unluckily for Y/N, the latest trip to Madrid came with a personal compromise; Y/N had to step in and replace a security member’s role.

All plans out the window now, the loyal pilot followed orders to a T – shadowing the Catalan star during the three day trip, keeping an eye out during meals, making sure that whenever Alexia sneaked out she returned safe and sound.

That night the midfielder’s annoyance at the lack of personal space was noticeable – add that she was in a foul mood and you get an explosive combination; and explode she did. Now safe and sound at the hotel, both Alexia and Y/N were at the bar. The pilot kept a safe distance from the midfielder.

“Is shadowing people like you’re a lost puppy a habit of yours or have you reserved it only for me?” Alexia asked as she approached the pilot, annoyance in her tone.

“I see that your evening has calmed down – for now at least – I will leave you with the remaining security team.” Y/N replied, pointing to the two security guards of the hotel, downing the rest of her drink she added “And seen as how you’re in a foul mood, I will take this opportunity to go and get my well deserved rest in”

The indifference that radiated off of Y/N’s voice was palpable, many people would describe it as cocky – arrogant even – but Alexia found it intriguing.

The Catalan star grew accustomed to everyone treating her a certain way; admiration and love in their voices whenever someone approached her, but Y/N? The pilot treated Alexia like she was any other Joe in the world.

Sitting at the bar now, the midfielder was dumbfounded – watching how the pilot walked away, not even looking back once – she was bamboozled.

Replaying the interaction over and over, Alexia was stuck looking for ways to get back in the good graces of the pilot. The midfielder knew she had to apologize for her bad behavior.

Early in the morning, Alexia made her way to one of Spain’s most famous bakeries: El Riojano. Getting some delicious Spanish pastries, among them Y/N’s favorite: ensaimada, a mallorcan specialty. Alexia made her way back to the hotel – crossing path with the pilot at reception, Y/N didn’t say a word.

Later on, as everyone boarded the private jet headed back to Barcelona, Alexia carefully placed the paper bag filled with pastries on the seat closest to the cabin. At first, Y/N looked at the bag from afar but as she made her way to the front of the plane, she inspected it – looking for it’s owner.

“Is this anybodies?” The pilot asked, looking around a sneaky Putellas popped her head up “I got those for you, a little gift to make up for my behavior yesterday” the midfielder sneaked a cheeky smile in.

For the first time, Y/N didn’t display indifference towards the Barcelona star “Thank you, they are my favorite” the pilot stated to which, very quietly – as Y/N made her way to the cabin – the midfielder whispered “I know”

And thus a tradition was born. During the season, Alexia would go out of her way to purchase Y/N’s favorite pastries, placing them on the seat closest to the cabin. It was their little ritual.

One morning – on one of Fc Barcelona Femenis champions league trips – the team discretely inspected Alexia’s delivery.

“What was that about?” Pati asked, taking the seat besides the Catalan midfielder “What was what?” Alexia played it cool, but her face spoke louder. The midfielder was blushing, looking everywhere but into Patri’s eyes.

“Feeling shy?” Mapi mocked her captain.

This was new for everyone – Alexia included. Usually, she was the bold, direct type; but with Y/N she forgot how to act. Luckily for the midfielder, Y/N was oblivious to the mocking – and as she made her way to the cabin – the pilot picked the little paper bag up, taking one of the ensaimada out and straight into her mouth it went. Sending Alexia a thank you head-nod as she greeted the co-pilot.

It all made sense now.

“OMG” Pina was shocked “You’re sleeping with our pilot??” the mini Putellas asked, the rest of the team waited anxiously for an answer.

“It’s not like that” Alexia defended her situation “I – I just”

Mapi came in like a bolder, mockingly nudging at her captain’s arm “She might have done her ACL in, but girly is still out here scoring” the defender joked.

“Shhhh” Putellas was embarrassed, not wanting Y/N to hear any of the teams shenanigans – for however true they were – she distracted them.

“Yeah yeah… maybe it would be best” Paños stepped in “We wouldn’t want the pilot to be distracted” she further mocked.

Part 2

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[awfcspencer]

Photo Shoot || alexia putellas x reader

alexia putellas x photographer!reader

prompt:

warnings: none!

From the first moment your hands touched a camera lens, you immediately fell in love with it. You received your first camera on your 10th birthday and immediately went around and began taking pictures of your cake, your guest, and even the presents you had already opened. For you, taking pictures became more than a hobby, it became your safe space, your own little world. You loved being a photographer so much that you made a career out of it, becoming very renounced and sought after to take companies’ pictures. Your usual subjects consisted of models or brands, but one day you got a call to photograph something a bit different.

“Hello?” you said as you answered your phone, taking a slight break from the shoot you were currently working on.

“Hello! Is this Y/N?”

“This is her, yes.”

“Great! Listen, we have seen some of your work and would love to have you come shoot a few of our players for our upcoming football season.” The man on the phone says.

Thinking about it for a few seconds, as it was something you had never really done before, you said, “Okay, yeah I think that is something I could do, but just one question, who is this?”

“Oh I am so sorry, I never introduced myself. This is Jonatan and I am the coach here at FC Barcelona Femeni.” he quickly says.

After figuring out the small details about when and where, he eventually hangs up and you open instagram to see what exactly you were getting into. You decently knew football but never really paid deep attention. Upon doing a deep dive on their social media, one particular player stood out to you, Alexia Putellas.

She was not only incredibly talented, winning almost every award possible and taking the football world by storm, but she was also incredibly beautiful. Tanned, perfect skin with toned muscles and pink hair that complemented her eyes, she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous.

The next few weeks go by quickly and suddenly you were on your way to do the photoshoot. The plan was to shoot the girls at Camp Nou and doing a few single shots for each player in their full kit.

After entering the massive stadium, you were initially amazed at the architecture and the Barcelona memorabilia spread across. You were ushered towards the pitch and began unloading some of your equipment to began shooting.

Stood on the pitch and passing around the football, Mapi and Alexia noticed your arrival.

“Who is that and how do I get to know her on a personal level?” Mapi asks, mouth parted slightly, taking in your appearance.

Alexia was unaware you had arrived and looked over after Mapi had spoke, “I would assume the photographer for today, seeing as she has a massive camera and setting up a tripod.” Alexia eyes found yours. She noticed you were slightly shorter than her, dressed in a casual outfit that was slightly revealing on your upper torso, and hair in a low bun that showed off your defined neck and collarbone.

Mapi went to hit Alexia on the shoulder after her incredibly sarcastic comment but quickly noticed how Alexia was quite literally sent into a trance looking at you.

“Close your mouth Ale, you might catch a few stray flies.” Mapi claps back as she makes her way over to you.

Suddenly aware of the player approaching you, you look up to see Maria Pilar Leon, or at least you were pretty sure it was her after your social media stalking, reaching her hand out towards you.

“Hi, I am Mapi” she smiles.

“Hello, Y/N” you reply back and shake her hand. “I am almost ready to begin, I just need to change my lens real quick” you tell her.

You notice Alexia hiding behind Mapi, a sort of wave of nervousness over her. “I am Alexia” she says in a low voice, almost whispering.

“Y/N” you tell her, sending her a large smile, making Alexia’s cheeks turn a dark shade of red. She was even more beautiful in person than on instagram.

A few more of the Barcelona girls begin to make their way towards you guys, most also introducing themselves and falling into light conversations with each other.

Alexia stayed near you though, asking a few occasional questions, becoming more comfortable than when you first met the football star.

“How did you begin taking photos” she asks.

“I got a camera for my 10th birthday and I kind of fell in love with it. I love using my creativity to create beautiful photos. Seeing the final product after initially looking at it through the lens is really important to me. Finding beauty through photos” you explain to her. Loving how Alexia seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying.

“That is really cool Y/N” Alexia says. She can see the passion when you speak about photography. A small smile appearing on her face in the way your eyes dilate and your face lights up speaking about taking photos.

“Alright girls, I am finished setting up and ready to take photos” you say out but your words fall on deaf ears as most of the girls are all talking together.

“Everyone listen, time to take photos!” Alexia yells out to her team as she notices no one has listened to your request to begin. The girls get together and in their assigned positions in almost seconds.

“Thank you Alexia” you tell her as you send her a gracious smile.

Snapping a few team photos, adjusting a few of the girls occasionally to get the best shots. You need to change the angle of your tripod so you let the girls take a quick break.

“Saw you chatting it up to Y/N” Mapi teases Alexia.

“She is really sweet and passionate, and also incredibly gorgeous” Alexia replies.

“Are you going to make a move?” Mapi asks, hoping Alexia will say yes.

“I don’t even know anything about her Mapi, does she even like women?” Alexia quietly shouts back at her.

Finished changing the angle, you take a few more pictures and now move to individual shots. Having each girl come separately and snapping each one. Although the initial request to shoot the team was a bit out of your realm, the day had gone pretty smooth.

Mapi was up next but before you could begin taking her photos, she asked you, “Y/N do you have a boyfriend?”

Blindsided by the question to fall into a big of a coughing fit as your cheeks turn a dark shade of red. Alexia noticing almost immediately and grabs you a bottle of water and hand it to you. Taking a drink and calming down you say, “Oh I am not interested in men, but a girlfriend, no, I am single” you reply, laughing slightly. Sending Alexia a grin, “Thank you for the water Ale.” Alexia becoming as nervous as she was when you first met her returned the smile.

“Oh okay, was just wondering” Mapi laughs out.

Finishing her shots and a few more of the girls, it was finally Alexia’s turn, the last girl to go.

Behind the camera, Alexia’s beauty was portrayed through the lens. You get a bit caught up in the moment and just stare, mouth becoming a bit dry and the stadium becoming a bit hot.

“You look stunning Ale” you tell her, turning the camera around and showing her one of the photos. Alexia’s heartbeat increases as she hears you give her a nickname. Becoming tongue tied as instead of replying, she grabs your hand to take a closer look at the camera. Alexia’s hand on yours is warm, and you look into her eyes as she is staring at your camera. Noticing your closeness, she steps back and says, “Those look amazing Y/N. You really are a wizard with a camera.”

“You’re so sweet Alexia” you reply.

Since Alexia was the last person to go, you were completely finished and began packing up your belongings.

“Go make a move Alexia, seriously, you seem entirely entranced by her. I have never seen you so nervous to even be near.” Mapi says trying to convince Alexia.

“Mapi, she’s drop dead gorgeous, there is no way she doesn’t have so many woman pining over her. What if I’m not even her type.” Alexia replies, almost trying to convince herself that you wouldn’t want her so she wouldn’t get her heart broken.

Mapi pushes Alexia towards you, simply yelling, “Y/N”.

Looking up hearing your name being yelled and Alexia being pushed by Mapi towards you.

“Hey again, look… um… would you maybe want to get coffee sometime?” she asks, appearing incredibly nervous.

“I was hoping you would ask.” as find a scrap piece of paper, jotting down your number.

You send Alexia a quick wink and gather your things and exit.

Running back towards Mapi, Alexia yells, “I GOT HER NUMBER!!”

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[its-time-to-write]

ugggghhh I love your writing! your style and just voice are outstanding!

could you write something with Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) who are dating (but no one knows) and they are doing a PR thing for England or some ad campaign? And they have to do silly things and show how much they know about each other (like they have known each other since they were in school and have been friends for a while) but then Keeley catches on or something. Sorry if this doesn't make sense, but essentially it is Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) relationship, thank you! <3

✌️😗

you’re a mansion with a view

There’s an insistent knocking on the door. It’s who-the-fuck-knows o’clock Jamie has been inside all day, lights off and dealing with a wicked hangover. The pounding on the door syncs up with the pounding in his head, and he Jamie shuffles to open it so the person on the other side can shut up.

He opens it to find you, mid-knock.

“Put a shirt on, Tartt,” you say as you push past him, grocery bag in hand. Jamie looks down. He’s just in his trousers, and for once he’s grateful that it isn’t the other way around.

“Fucking hell, Killer,” he groans. “Shouldn’t you be at training?”

You shake your head, ignoring the fact that he used your football nickname as opposed to your actual name. “Nope. It’s five. Training’s done for the day.”

Jamie follows you to his kitchen. Why you’re walking around like you own the place, he has no idea.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks. “And how do you know where all my stuff is?”

You tap your head. “Our houses have the same layout. I can see yours from across the street, and noticed you haven’t been out in like, a week. That’s a record for you.”

Jamie rubs his face. “Fucking hell,” he says again. “So why are you here?”

You turn around from the fridge. “Figured you haven’t had a decent meal besides vanilla vodka.” You make a face. “Disgusting. Just because you’re not playing football doesn’t mean you can neglect nutrition, Tartt.”

“I ain’t neglecting my nutrition,” he replies. “Just…” he trails off.

You smirk. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. The great Jamie Tartt, drowning his sorrows in vanilla vodka and becoming a couch potato. You haven’t even had any women ‘round to numb the sting. That’s new.”

You flip on a light to which Jamie groans. You flip it off. “So are you going to put on a shirt, or..?”

“Killer,” Jamie says for the third time, “the fuck are you doing in my house?”

You pretend to be digging in the grocery bag so you don’t have to look at his face.

“Saw your interview,” you reply as nonchalantly as possible. “Thought you might need someone to make sure you haven’t, I don’t know, died.”

Jamie knocks his head against the wall. “Has everyone fucking seen that?” 

You shrug. “Personally, I liked it a lot better than your season of Lust Conquers All. Lot more feeling in that one interview than the whole show, if you ask me.”

“So you saw that,” Jamie comments. This is far too many words for the headache he has.

“Yup.” 

“And you’re still here.”

“Uh huh.”

Jamie is at a loss for words. Everyone else has left him because of that fucking tv show, where he acted like the worst version of himself and didn’t even fucking win.

Doesn’t make sense that you, a midfielder from some women’s FC, would be in his house pulling out real food and making sure he’s alright.

For a moment, Jamie feels bad that he can’t remember what team you play for.

He thinks that this goes beyond neighborly duties. Sure, you live across the street from him and you’ve seen each other at various events, but this is probably the first real conversation you’ve ever had. He has no idea what to make of it.

He asks, “Why do you care?” then immediately cringes at the harsh tone of his voice.

You slam the fridge door harder than you anticipate, making you both jump.

“Because,” you say, then you sigh. 

“Footballer life off the pitch sucks sometimes. I wish someone had checked on me.”

“I ain’t a footballer,” Jamie points out, vaguely remembering something about your name in some less-than-friendly headline.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, Tartt.”

—

Five months later, you’re at some random football pitch in your full kit and far more makeup than you’d wear to a match. 

Some magazine is doing some profile on different footballers, taking photos with different men and women from all kinds of teams together. You’re not sure why you, a midfielder, are here with Tartt, a striker.

You’re not complaining.

“Oi, Tartt,” you call, “how does it feel to be scored on by a girl?”

(The photographer wanted some action shots of you and Jamie playing 1 v 1.)

Jamie scoffs. “My masculinity ain’t fragile, Killer. Just lucky you didn’t break any of my bones.” He says the words carefully, as if they’re unfamiliar to his tongue and he wants to get them just right.

“You know I have a name, right?” you ask, breathing hard. You’ve dribbled the ball back to Jamie and are standing practically forehead to forehead. “Like, a real actual name that you’re allowed to use?”

Jamie grins and drops his voice to a near-whisper, “Oh I know how to use your name, love.”

You shiver, trapped in his gaze for a minute. 

The spell is broken as the photographer shouts, “Alright loves, let’s stage some of you two together.”

You both turn to jog to the sidelines, where she begins posing you. 

“Wow,” she remarks, “you two have great chemistry. Usually I have to tell you footballers to act like you like each other.”

Jamie grins and knocks his shoulder into yours. “Hear that, Killer?” he asks, “She thinks we have good chemistry.”

You roll your eyes and feign annoyance. “Be professional, Tartt.”

The photographer asks, “How long have you known each other?”

You and Jamie say, “Two years,” in perfect unison.

“My goodness,” she laughs, “you two are just in sync today! How’d you meet?” You say, “we’re neighbors,” at the same time Jamie says, “at a party.”

You both look at each other. “We met because we live across the street from each other,” you say.

Jamie shakes his head, “No, we met a week before you moved in at a party.”

“What party?” you ask. “Pretty sure I would’ve remembered meeting you.”

“Nah,” Jamie replies, “You were too busy getting sloshed with your teammates while they all hit on Keeley.” 

You scrunch your nose. “Was I sloshed?”

“Yep,” Jamie says. “Properly. It was the end of the season, so makes sense.”

“Weird,” you reply. “My first memory of you is when you tried to break into my house because you were too busy snogging this model to figure out you were on the wrong side of the street.”

“Oi, it could happen to anyone!” Jamie says defensively.

“Sure,” you laugh. “Happens to me all the time.”

You reach out to steal the football that’s tucked under Jamie’s arm, but he’s too quick for you. 

“Give it!” you say, still laughing.

He holds it above your head. “Give what?” he asks innocently. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You’re jumping and trying to pull his arm down to where you can reach and are almost successful when he tosses it to his other hand.

“No fair!” you cry, “You’re taller than me!”

Jamie grins. “Oh, you want the football then? Maybe try asking nicely.”

You still. “Jamie,” you begin, “could you please give me the football?”

He’s still holding it high above you as he considers. “Hm.” He pretends to think for a moment. “No.” He breaks away from you and kicks it into the goal across the field.

“You can have it now,” he says when he returns. You’re trying so hard to be mad at him, but he has that silly little grin he gets when he’s trying to make you laugh and you just can’t fake a frown.

“Screw you, Tartt,” you laugh.

Jamie raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to reply when he’s cut off by the photographer.

“You two get along really well,” she says. “I think you’d be cute together.”

You blush and Jamie says, “I fucking hope so. She’s my girlfriend. Oi, d’you want a picture of us kissing?”

“No she doesn’t,” you say.

“Yes she does,” Jamie says. “We’re fucking adorable, babe. Football’s power couple. Behind Posh and Becks, of course,” he says as an afterthought. 

“Fine,” you say, “One. Then I’m getting that football and your ass is grass, Tartt.”

Jamie grins. “Fine by me, love.”

He leans in to kiss you but you pull away at the last second, sprinting toward the football still under the goalposts. Did he really think you were going to play fair?

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[tsimvkas]

daylight #02 | it’s nice to have a friend

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS BESTIES 🎅🏻🤍 i wanna start saying that i don’t know the christmas’ tradition in england very well since im latina and there’s a hell of a difference but i tried my best. thank you so much for your patience, im already a really slow writer but some things have been making me even slower and i apologise for that 🫶🏻 hope you enjoy it xx

word count: 5.1k | series masterlist | masterlist

content: bsf!mason, fluffy, pregnancy

<- previous chapter

You’ve always dreamed about a pretty family of your own, a pregnancy shared with your loved one, both of you discovering this new world together, sharing the fears and the excitement. things about

But since you told Walker about your real pregnancy, you thought it would be a grey and sad nine months. Not even in your best dreams this pregnancy would be full of joy and happiness, and then, since you told Mason about you felt warm and bright again.

Mason had to go back to London the same day due to his hectic routine, but he assured he would do his best to visit you often, besides making you promise you would reach out to his mom if you ever needed anything and for some reason your parents couldn’t help you.

After he left, you instantly called your favourite girl. Sarah showed up at your front door in five minutes, always so curious — but also so supportive.

You told her everything, from the moment you took the first test to when Mason left your house. She scolded you, saying you should’ve told her the moment you found out, but immediately giving you a hug.

Now she goes to your house almost everyday and Mason tries his best to call you every night. Then, she accompanied you to do your blood test that same week, where you found out you were already one month pregnant.

Your mom already bought the baby’s first body and you saw your dad looking for mini Portsmouth FC jerseys. They’re always asking you how you’ve been feeling, and even though she tried to be discreet you know your mom is paying more attention to you.

It’s good to know you have so many people to count on.

They were also all there when you went to your first ultrasound, when you were seven weeks pregnant. It was a horrific experience.

You knew the first one is different, what they call transvaginal ultrasound, but you weren’t exactly prepared for it. You're only twenty, after all. In that moment, you realised you’re actually still your dad’s baby.

Your doctor was rude and inappropriate. He kept asking where the father was, if you knew what a condom is and he wouldn’t even look at your face. Your dad took you out of the doctor’s office before you could lay down on the stretcher.

Two weeks later, you still haven’t taken the exam, and that’s why Mason has been on the phone with you for the past ten minutes, convincing you to do it.

“You need to take the exam, Y/N. It’s important to monitor the pregnancy from month one.” his voice sounded understanding but also severe.

“I know. It’s just… the first doctor was so rude with me and I already hate going to hospitals so now I’m just trying to postpone it as much as possible”

Mason sighed, having been told what happened by your dad.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to break his jaw and make him swallow his own tongue, but I can come over to your next appointment” his words made you smile. You really like how protective Mason is, how his voice changes when he’s mad.

“You don’t need to. My dad will be at home-”

“So it’ll be me and your dad” he interrupted you. “I wanna go, see how it works”

“Fine” you chuckled. “I’ll make an appointment for mid-week then”

“Good” Mason hummed, his sleepy voice making you giggle. Suddenly, he changed the subject. “Are you still a Chelsea fan? I mean-”

You thought it was a weird question, but it didn’t take you long to figure out why he was asking you this.

“You play for Chelsea, don’t you?” you asked back.

After a few minutes in silence, Mason sighed.

“But he used to play for Chelsea too” he murmured, sounding insecure.

You felt like throwing up at the mention of Walker, and your heart ached with how sad Mason sounded at the idea of you now hating his club.

Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to fill your voice with reassurance. To make him feel safe.

“Which team do you play for, Mason?”

“Chelsea” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

“Then I’m a Chelsea fan” you reassured him. “You are my best friend. Whichever the club you chose to play for, I’ll be there in the stands for you”

“Good” he chuckled, relief overflowing through his voice. “That’s good, ‘cause I might have bought her something”

For a few seconds, you got confused about what he was saying since sleepy Mason didn't bother saying whatever is on his mind. Then you remembered that, besides you and him there’s only one person he could be talking about.

“Her?” you asked again, not thinking about your baby as a girl or a boy yet. You don’t even know what you want, since both options seem so incredibly great.

“It’s a girl” he said confidently. “I can feel it”

“How?”

“I don’t know, I just want her to be” he giggled, yawning. “I wanna be a girl’s dad”

Your heart skipped a beat. In the time you took to answer, Mason was already knocked out.

—

“Something weird happened” you started to tell Sarah, but suddenly you wanted to keep Mason’s words to yourself.

“What?” she looked at you. She was at your house, as always since you got pregnant, when your father told you he was ready, so Sarah decided to come with you to your appointment.

“Uhm- nothing” you tried to change her attention. “Mason is coming today”

“Of course he is” she smirked. “Daddy duties, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart pounded with her words.

“Stop! Don’t you dare say something like this in front of him” you pointed a finger to her face.

It was Sarah’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Fine, we can’t let Mase know you have a crush on him since you’re twelve” she teased you. “At least I’ll get to be your baby’s favourite aunt since they won’t call him uncle if he’s mommy’s boyfriend”

“Oh shut up, Sarah” you slapped the back of her head. “Mason is my best friend, just like you”

“That’s why you told me first instead of calling someone who lives in another city?”

“Shut up” you felt your cheeks warm, and she laughed at you.

“Oh, look who’s here! We were talking about you, Mase!” Sarah got up and you froze.

Mason kissed her cheek before hugging you tight.

“What about me could be that interesting for you two to talk about?” he raised an eyebrow at you, and you looked at Sarah with widened eyes.

“Your new haircut” she lied and Mason looked at her, confused.

“But I haven’t-”

“Y/N?” the doctor called, and you thanked the universe before following her.

When Mason was about to follow you, Sarah held his arm.

“You’ll enter the doctor’s office with her?”

“Can’t I?”

“You know… that it’s like… they’ll check the baby through where the baby comes out” she tried to explain, miming.

“Oh, that’s it? I’ll- I’ll just ask her if she wants me to stay here”

“So you still wanna go inside, uh?” Sarah teased him. Teasing is her specialty.

“Stop, it’s not like that. I told her I’d be here to protect her, after what happened with the last one” Mason explained, but he couldn’t hide his red cheeks.

“Cute. But ‘it’s not like that’ doesn’t work with me, Mase. I know you booth” Sarah hummed.

When you put your head out of the doctor's office to call them Sarah quickly entered, leaving Mason standing in front of the door.

“Do you want me to stay outside?” he awkwardly asked you.

“Why would I?”

“Sarah told me that the exam is pretty intimate”

“It’s ok. You can close your eyes” you shrugged, taking him by hand. “C’mon, you’re here to be my bodyguard”

Mason giggled, but followed you inside. Knowing your best friend would be there with you, your dad decided to come back to work after dropping you and Sarah, since he would lose the day, so it was only the three of you.

You honestly think it’s really funny how he loves and respects Mason to the point he would let him witness his own grandson’s first ultrasound, saying “I’ll stay for the next one” before leaving. It sounds a bit crazy when you think about it.

When your doctor, a woman in her thirties, explained the whole procedure to you, you changed into a hospital gown and laid on the stretcher. Sarah was sitting next to you, in the chair they usually leave there for the father, and Mason stayed on the other side of the stretcher, with his eyes closed since you came back from the bathroom.

Your doctor prepared the equipment, warning you she was about to start the exam. You felt the initial discomfort and squeezed Sarah’s hand instantly looking for Mason’s, receiving a gentle squeeze back. From his angle he couldn’t actually see you exposed, but he was being so cute with his eyes closed so you left it like that.

While you listened to new information about your baby, you felt your heart grow fonder. For a moment, you also felt guilty that your parents weren’t the first ones to experience this moment with you, but your mother couldn’t due to work and you’re pretty sure your father isn’t ready to realise his daughter is a grown woman now.

When Sarah whispered ‘are you okay?’ after noticing your tears, you knew that for some reason they were the right ones to be with you in this exact moment.

“Yeah, I’m just happy” you smiled at her. “Mase, look at the screen”

“I can’t. My eyes are closed” he murmured seriously, making you giggle.

“You can open them, don’t worry” Sarah reassured him, laying her head beside yours.

Mason opened his eyes reluctantly and they widened when he found the monitor.

“Is that her?” he giggled before pouting. “Oh, so tiny. Y/N, you’re baking the tiniest pie in the world”

“Silly” you muttered, your cheeks hurting for how wide you were smiling. Mason searched for your eyes, his cheeks turning red when he saw you were already looking at him. You could see how emotional the moment was for him, nodding so he would know you appreciated his presence.

When the doctor talked to you again and everybody’s attention was on her, Mason whipped his eyes.

—

“You should come visit me” Mason rubbed your belly, drawing gentle circles. “I mean… you could stay with me and our families could come to Christmas and then to New Year’s”

The pair of you were laid on your bed with Sarah whilst your mother was downstairs, preparing dinner. Everything was perfect with your new doctor, and now you are excited for your next appointments, to see your belly growing.

“Why would you want that?” you teased, knowing he just misses being around his closest friends.

“I feel like I’m missing your belly bump” he pouted, just like a kid. “You’re almost four months pregnant and I only saw you like… five times since you told me”

“Yeah, Sarah is already claiming she’ll be the baby’s favourite” you giggled, leaving the rest of your friend's words out. Sarah shrugged and Mason poked his tongue out, like a child. “You know there’s still five more months, right? But I would love to, Mase”

“Good, ‘cause I might need a little help to put up my Christmas tree” he laughed, and you felt his chest vibrating. “And I have a lot of presents for her”

“You’re so confident that it’s a girl”

“I know it is” he shrugged.

“Thank you for the invitation, Mason” Sarah messed up with him, taking his hand off of you so she could caress your belly too.

“Don’t be dramatic. I said ‘our families can join us for Christmas’, so you’re included” he rolled his eyes, hitting her hand.

“But you’re inviting Y/N to spend weeks at yours” she playfully pouted, taking his hand off again. Mason huffed in annoyance.

“You see her everyday, don’t be selfish”

“Fine. You wanna be alone with her, got it. She’s all yours”

Mason shrugged and hummed in content when Sarah finally let his hand where it was. You stayed silent, without knowing how to read his action. Two minutes later, your mom called you all for dinner.

—

Mason picked you up two weeks before Christmas, to spend some time in London before the holidays, and you think you could never thank him enough for that. You were four months pregnant now, the crazy hormones and morning sickness getting the best of you, and even though you love your mom, she was slightly suffocating you over the past weeks.

You need fresh air and distractions, things London can give you.

You slept during the whole drive, knocked out by a medicine for your sickness. Mason drove in silence, humming a few songs and checking on you every so often.

Since you were still sleeping when he parked in front of his house, he took your things inside and settled them in the guest room before coming back to gently wake you.

After the initial confusion, you held his hand and Mason helped you get out of the car, slowly guiding you to the front door.

“You had a good nap?” he teased you, opening the front door for you and giggling when your cheeks turned red.

“Sorry for leaving you on your own”

“Watching you sleep is quite peaceful, don’t worry” he poked your cheek, closing the door behind you. “Welcome to my place”

You looked around. It’s a cosy place, even though from the outside you could already tell that Mason’s house is huge. He recently moved and this is the first time you’re visiting this one, so you were surprised with how different it is from the other one.

But, at the same time, something felt weird. Your eyes were immediately burning with tears when you pictured him alone in his living room, wandering around the house, cooking by himself.

“It’s so big” you pouted, turning to face him. “And you live here alone. You sleep alone and eat alone and when you finish training you come back to an empty house”

Mason was smiling when you turned to him, frowning in confusion when he saw you started to cry.

“It’s the life I chose, baby. Don’t need to cry, it’s not that bad. My family is always visiting and I have teammates coming over every week. And you’re here now. You can stay as long as you want” he stroked your cheeks. “Sarah can stay after the holidays, you can enjoy the capital together”

You were still pouting, fat and hot tears spilling down your face. It felt weird to cry for something you would usually not feel so affected by.

Not even your emotions were yours anymore?

“I think I need a cuddle” you whimpered. Mason giggled, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard, before letting your stuff near the door and guide you to his living room. “Don’t laugh”

“Sorry” he laughed again, sitting on his couch and pulling you closer. “You’re just too cute”

You sat beside him, resting your face on his shoulder and sighing when he wrapped his arms around yours.

“Being pregnant sucks sometimes” you vented. “I keep crying and feeling sick and crying more”

“I’m sorry pookie. I don’t think there’s anything I can do to help you, but I’ll always be here to cuddle you, yeah?” he kissed your forehead.

You hugged him tighter, chuckling when he laid on the sofa bringing you with him. After a few minutes like this, you tickled his waist.

“So, where’s your Christmas tree?”

“About that…” Mason chuckled, burying his nose in your hair.

—

Four hours later, you were finally at his house again after a whole afternoon looking for the perfect tree.

Mason wanted to choose the first he saw, but you decided to do things properly. His family would come and you wanted them to be proud of their boy, living alone and with a decent tree.

And then you needed to buy Christmas lights and ornaments.

“What do you mean, they don’t come with the tree?” Mason confusedly looked at you when you asked him to drive to the store, the proof he is the biggest mama’s boy in the world.

Deciding on the colour turned out to be a torturously slow process. Mason wanted a blue Christmas because of Chelsea, but at the same time he liked the red ornaments, and you just stayed there waiting for his decision and telling him to make a full white tree.

An hour later, he chose the white ones.

Now, you're back at home and after receiving the tree you have all you need to start decorating, but Mason has other plans.

“Leave it there” he told you when you started opening the ornaments boxes. “We’ve been out for hours, you need to eat first”

“But-”

“No, you’re in my house, I make the rules” he smirked, stretching his body. “What about you take a shower for me and I make us dinner”

“I’m not actually hungry” you pouted at him, but Mason still sent you upstairs to take a relaxing shower.

He has settled your stuff in the guest room closest to his own room, in case you would need anything during the night.

After a warm shower, you came back downstairs and found him still in the kitchen, moving his hips to All I Want For Christmas Is You. Recording a short video of him before being noticed, you got closer to see what he was preparing.

Just when you looked over his shoulder, your stomach growled, and Mason chuckled.

“Not really hungry, uh?” he teased you,

“It smells good” you shrugged.

“I’m a chef, Y/N”

“I still remember the day you burnt our popcorn, Mase” you giggled, walking to his dining room.

“Shhh, this is in the past” he put your plate on the table. “Now I’m a pro at cooking”

“Good, I don’t want my baby starving when you’re taking care of her”

“I’ll be the best for her, I swear” he smiled, poking your cheek.

—

Two weeks with Mason seemed like two days. Between training, a game away and a game at Stamford — which he made you attend to, the pair of you went to Christmas markets, some Christmas shopping and also visited a lot of baby’s stores.

He was obsessed.

Every tiny shirt, sweater, mini shoes. He wanted to buy them all. You told him he didn’t need to at least a million times, that you don’t even know the gender yet, but his answers was always “we can get the white one then” or “I’m sure it’s a girl”, so you came back to his place with a lot of

You also attended Chilly’s birthday reunion. He called all his football mates to waste their free meal with lots of pizza and beer.

You tried to eat with them, but in the end Mason spent a whole time holding your hair in Ben’s restroom. You apologised, not wanting him to lose the party with his friends, but he kept telling you were more important, and even though you were feeling ashamed, your heart pounded with how much you love having a friend like him.

The night before Christmas Eve you went to bed earlier, your stomach feeling weird all day. You were sleeping for about half an hour when a loud thunder woke you up in a second.

With your heart beating like crazy, you sat with widened eyes.

When another one crossed the sky, even louder, you felt your body start to tremble. Getting up from bed, you walked through the dark hall, tiptoeing to Mason’s room and slowly opening his door.

At first you thought of waking him up so you wouldn’t be alone, but his peaceful expression and his slight snore left you with no courage to do so.

His mouth was slightly open and his hair was in all directions, the blanket hugging his waist, leaving you with the sight of his bare chest.

You didn’t have the heart to disturb him, so you started to walk out of the room when Mason stirred.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he stretched his body, his raspy and sleepy voice making you forget about the storm for a couple of seconds. When another lightning cut the silence, Mason sat. “Oh baby, c’mere”

He tapped the spot beside him, quickly checking if he wore his sleep shorts before going to bed last night.

“Being afraid of storms is so cliche” you groaned, climbing his bed. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you”

“Don’t be silly. It’s been raining for how long?” he lifted the sheet so you could get under it.

“Twenty minutes I think”

“You should’ve woken me earlier” he yawned. “We can put a movie to distract you”

You shook your head, not wanting to disturb his routine.

“You need to sleep”

Mason brushed your hair out of your face, rolling his eyes at you.

“I won’t let you alone to deal with one of your biggest fears”

“Being with you is enough to ease the fear” you smiled at him. “Do you think I can listen to your heartbeat?”

“Wow, this is so gay” he teased, opening his arms for you. “C’mere pookie, if you want a cuddle just say it”

“I want a cuddle” you giggled, getting closer to him and resting your face on his chest. “And you have a strong heart, it’ll block the storm’s noises”

“Good” he squeezed your body, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Feel free to wake me up if you need me”

“Mm-hmm” you hummed, kissing his chest.

Mason wasn’t able to stop his heart from beating insanely fast. None of you talked about how good and right it felt to wake up with your legs interlocked, Mason’s fingers running down your back whilst he hummed ‘good morning’.

“Good morning, Mase” you replied, stretching your body. You awkwardly tried to get off his body, and he tickled your waist to ease the tension.

“Merry Christmas Eve” Mason hummed, poking your cheek. Being awake for the last twenty minutes and watching you sleep on his chest, he wasn’t ready to let the moment go yet.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Mase. I love you”

“I love you too” he grinned. “You were able to sleep?”

“Yeah, I barely heard any thunder or lightning” because your heart is strong and your chest is warm and your body is huge, you wanted to add, but you didn’t.

“Good. I think we overslept” he giggled. “I mean, you overslept, but I couldn’t wake you up and then I was afraid to move so I came back to sleep and… it’s almost afternoon”

“Mase! You should’ve woken me up”

“Nah, it’s ok. Christmas ain’t going anywhere. And I was thinking” he hummed. “When the pie you’re baking is finally here we’ll have to do the elf thing”

You giggled, picturing Mason trying to record fake videos of an elf flying around the house.

“Correction: you’ll have to do the elf thing. I’ll just enjoy it” you smiled before getting up so you could start to get things ready for the Christmas dinner.

As every rich man, Mason has someone who cleans his house for him. You met the girl during the week, and thanks to her everything is clean for the holidays and you just needed to keep it like that.

After tidying up the kitchen while Mason organised his five guest rooms, you started to decorate his living room and he also tidied up the restroom. When everything was done, you and Mason setted the table and decorated the dining room.

Giggling, Mason attached a mistletoe to one of the two dining room entrances.

“My dad asked me to do it, so he can surprise my mom” he explained, smiling shyly at you.

“Mase! This is so cute” you squeezed his shoulders from behind. “You’re such a good son. I bet one you’ll be the best of fathers”

Mason only shrugged, trying to hide how happy your words made him.

For a second, you imagined how different things would be if Mason was your boyfriend instead of Walker. If he was the one sharing this pregnancy with you.

Then you shook your head and went upstairs, so you could get ready for dinners

—

Yours, his and Sarah’s families went to Mason’s house for Christmas Eve dinner. Since he’s playing on Boxing Day, you all thought about something different so he could rest during the actual Christmas Day.

So, when you finished decorating and cleaning, you and Mason started to get ready, and it wasn’t long until they were all there.

Mason knocked to let you know everyone had arrived, but you weren’t feeling confident on your skin. You asked him to call Sarah, but you should’ve known that his protectiveness would get the best of im, and in a second Mason was inside your room, asking you what was wrong.

“I don’t feel like myself” you pouted, trying not to cry or your make up would be ruined. “I know it’s been growing gradually and I should be getting used to it, but wearing a dress kind of made it more real? It’s me, but it’s not and I feel weird”

Mason walked closer, standing behind you and looking in your eyes through the mirror.

“You are… stunning, Y/N” he smiled at you, and you suddenly felt shy. “And the bump is adorable, pookie. Don’t be shy about it. It’s part of your body now, yeah? And it’s so beautiful”

You broke eye contact, his shining eyes overwhelming you, but the way he looked at you made you feel warm. Truly loved by your best friend, the person who saw your good days and the bad ones too.

“Thank you, Mase” you turned to face him, offering him a big smile.

“C’mere” he opened his arms, and you immediately hugged him. “It’s your first Christmas as a mum, let’s get the best of it. I know what you’re thinking but he doesn’t deserve to be the reason why you’re doubting yourself, because you shouldn't doubt yourself in the first place. Just because he chose the opposite doesn’t mean anyone wouldn’t chose you”

Your heart pounded at his words and how well he knows you.

“I love you” you muttered, and Mason kissed your forehead.

“I love you more. C’mon, I’m starving” he giggled.

In the end, it turned out to be one of the best nights you had in a while. Every person had brought a dish, and they all put their presents underneath Mason’s tree. It was a night full of jokes, laughter, love and good food.

Your mom tried to help you with what to eat, and you made it through the dinner without problems.

But even though you were happy and surrounded by people you love, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how your Christmas would’ve been if Walker were still with you. Then, hearing your family and friends laughing and sharing histories made you feel guilty about thinking of someone who doesn’t want to be there, nor deserve it.

The night ended early, only a few minutes past midnight, and Summer, the only one who didn’t know about your pregnancy yet, was in bed since 10pm. Everybody wished their goodnights, promising to wake up early so they could all open the presents together.

After helping everyone to find their bedroom, Mason found you in the dining room when you were coming back from the kitchen, already wearing your fluffy pyjamas.

“Are you ok?” he raised an eyebrow at you, worried.

You smiled, finding his puppy and drunk eyes adorable.

“I’m alright Mase. What about you? I can put you in bed if you need to”

“Haha, funny. Even though I would love to, I’m just a bit tipsy” he poked your sides, making you chuckle. “Thank you pookie, it was an incredible night and I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to do it by myself”

“It was a really nice night, I’m happy you enjoyed” you smiled, kissing his cheek and starting to walk out of the dining table. “But now… someone needs to sleep”

Mason nodded, but he seemed to remember something after a few seconds, asking you to wait. You stopped on your feet between the dining room and the hall, waiting for him.

He knelt in front of you, holding your waist so he could brush his nose on your belly.

“Merry Christmas, tiny pie” he gave it a quick peck. “Next one you’ll be running around”

At the same time you felt shy, you also felt glad. You know he’ll always be there for your baby.

When he got on his feet again, Mason kissed your forehead. He was about to wish you goodnight when something fell between the pair of you, and your heart skipped a beat when you realised it was the mistletoe he put there earlier.

“Sorry” Mason choked and gasped at the same time, and remembering he wasn’t exactly sober made it even funnier. “I forgot”

“No problem” you smiled at him, giggling when he hid it behind his back with red cheeks.

“We can pretend it didn’t happened” he whispered, and for a second you felt insecure, unsure that maybe he didn’t want to.

But then his cheeks became even redder and you wanted to do it.

“I mean… it was on top of us” you shrugged. “Can’t fool the universe”

“We don’t have to-”

“You play Arsenal next week” you interrupted him, and you could almost see his brain trying to work. “Can’t risk your luck”

“Yeah, I can’t risk my luck” he shyly giggled. You thought he was even cuter standing there with hazy eyes, playing with the hem of his shirt. “But I don’t want us to be awkward about it”

Then you leaned on his shoulders and stood on your toes so you could face him properly, and gently pecked his lips. Mason held your waist, his other hand cupping your chin before he brushed his lips against yours, giving you multiple little kisses.

You brushed his hair out of his forehead and kissed the tip of his nose.

“See? No friendships ruined” you smiled. Mason smiled too, finding it hard to speak, and you giggled knowing he needed to sleep. “Good night, Mase”

With a last peck you quickly ran upstairs, questioning if this was the gift Santa brought you this year.

-> next chapter

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No Es Suficiente (It’s Not Enough) (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Alexia x f!Reader,

Part 1/?

Warnings: buckle up babes, she’s angstyyyyyyy

Also, this is my first fic ever!! Big milestone, but quite honestly I’m not 10000% sure how I feel about this? Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! xxx Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight playing out below her, her mouth dropping open and eyes filling slowly with tears. She had known, of course she had known that Y/N would be at the event. Y/N quickly excused herself from the conversation, making her way outside onto one of the mostly abandoned balconies. 

Y/N and Alexia had been much more than friends, but had skirted around labels. The closest one would probably be friends with benefits, but that seemed to be simplifying an exceedingly complicated relationship. The two had met at an event held in Barcelona for famous women in the media a year and a half ago, Alexia the star football player, Y/N the stunning, highly accomplished young actress. The two had immediately clicked, and had spent the night talking and laughing like they were the only two people in the room. Alexia had seen some of Y/N’s work and considered herself a casual fan, in awe of the younger woman’s obvious talent. Y/N, on the other hand, who absolutely adored football and specifically Barcelona, had been a fan of Alexia’s since the midfielder had first begun playing for the club. As the night wore on and the two did not seem to be running out of things to talk about, Alexia invited Y/N to her apartment, where they spent the rest of the night getting to know each other in a number of ways.

And thus began their relationship. Y/N flew out to Spain whenever she could, and between new films and projects spent as much time as possible wrapped in the arms of the Catalonian, who adored spending time with her estrella. However, as time went on and Y/N’s feelings for the football star grew, she began wanting more. Any time the actress brought it up, however, Alexia shot her down, saying that what they had now was perfect, and that they were both so busy and saw each other too rarely for anything other than what they had. Alexia would never say it, but Y/N knew she was scared. Scared of what being in a relationship would bring, especially with the both of them being such public figures. So Y/N let it be, content to be the football star’s secret, at least for the time being. 

Y/N had met Alexia’s teammates, who treated her like family, and soon enough her Spanish visits became something she looked forward to more than almost anything else. Of course, these visits were not perfect, and many times she ended up feeling used, waking up to Alexia’s empty bed, cold sheets in her place while the older woman went on with her busy life. But Y/N was busy too, busier than she had ever been, and with her career on the rise and every director imaginable wanting to cast the up and coming actress in their new projects her Spanish visits became less and less frequent. She still texted Alexia as often as she could, FaceTime becoming her best friend, and was able to keep in contact with the rest of her Barca family, watching games at ungodly hours of the morning and accepting phone calls no matter the hour. She had even begun to carve out a life for herself in Barcelona, and while it did still mainly revolve around Alexia, she was feeling happier than she ever had. She attended many football matches, letting her inner Barcelona superfan break free, and soon became the life of the party, interacting with as many other Barca fans as possible. 

Hundreds of photos of her, sporting a number 11 jersey and waving a FC Barcelona flag littered social media, and she voiced her support for the club as loudly as she could. There were also many photos of her with the players, specifically one midfielder, sparking a number of rumours about the relationship between the two women. While these rumours had been circulating for a while, a photo taken of the two at a small coffee shop near Alexia’s apartment looking especially cozy had sparked an online frenzy, with Y/N’s fans and Alexia’s fans speculating on the relationship the two shared. These rumours had sparked the worst argument Y/N and Alexia had to date. Y/N had stayed relatively unbothered with it all, knowing how these things worked and that eventually people would move on to something else. Plus, a small part of her hoped that maybe this would show Alexia that things between them could work. I mean, they already knew they were insanely compatible, and an extremely attractive power couple to boot. In addition, Y/N had realized recently how deep her feelings for Alexia ran. She would even call it love, and Y/N was hoping more than anything that these rumours would be the push Alexia needed to make them an official couple. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Alexia was furious, blaming Y/N for the rumours, saying that if the morning when the photo was taken if Y/N had just gone somewhere else instead of insisting they go out together then they wouldn’t be in this mess. Y/N told Alexia she didn’t understand why the older woman thought it was a bad thing, that it was just talk and it would die down soon enough.

“Ale, this is a good thing!” the actress told her, crossing the room to take the older woman’s hand in hers. “This just proves what I have been telling you, that we can have a real relationship and things will be okay! Everyone online is being so amazing and supportive, we can make this work bebe! I do not understand why you are upset.”

“I am not surprised you do not understand,” Alexia seethed, ripping her hand away from the actress and walking to the other side of the room. “Unlike you, I need to have extreme focus every day I go to work, and you will be nothing but a silly distraction. This online interest just proves what I have been saying all along, people are more focused on our supposed relationship, and I need to be able to tune everything out and focus on the Champion’s League. I didn’t have time for a relationship when we first met, something I made very clear, but you still refuse to listen.”

“I know you don’t mean that, Ale.” Y/N’s voice shook, tears filing her eyes. She had never seen Alexia like this, not her sweet, silly Alexia who would cook her breakfast when she had tired the actress out the night before and give her piggy back rides after late nights out with the team. “You are just stressed about the league. But you don’t need to be, amor, you are going to be amazing, I just know it, and I’ll be there for you every step of the way. Just please, let me in.”

“I have never meant anything more in my life.” Alexia bit out, turning from the actress who was now sobbing quietly, curling into herself on the end of the couch. “Spending time with you this past year has been fun, but it is time for me to focus on my career now, something I advise you to do as well. I am the captain of the club and the national team, I need to focus and I cannot do that with you here, or with people thinking we are in a relationship. I think you should leave.”

“Ale, please, let’s talk about this.” Y/N cried, standing and walking across the room towards Alexia, who put out a hand to stop the younger woman. 

“Leave,” she said, without emotion.

Y/N turned, refusing to let any more tears fall until she was out of the Catalonian’s sight. She stumbled down the street, and sat on a bench, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. She stayed like that for who knows how long, thanking her lucky stars that there were very few people out that night, and none who seemed to recognize her. Once she managed to calm down, Y/N pulled out her phone and booked the next flight home, eager to get out of Spain for the first time in her life.

Fast forward to the present; Y/N had been invited to another event, this one for some sort of charity that had partnered with one of the companies that Y/N was a spokesperson for. Coincidentally, this very same company sponsored FC Barcelona, as well as a number of other sports teams and athletes, and was held in Madrid, meaning the odds of Alexia being there were very high. However, Y/N had done her best to put the footballer out of her mind, focusing instead on the smaller details of the night she could control. The dress she wore. The jewelry she had chosen. The drink she had been nursing all night. The people she talked to. One thing she hadn’t counted on was seeing Alexia in the shadows by the dancefloor, locking lips with another party guest.

Y/N practically ran out of the room to the balcony, where she allowed a single tear to fall, looking out over the beautiful city. She stood there attempting to compose herself for a few minutes, before mentally preparing to head back inside. However, before she could turn back around, she felt a hand on her arm, turning her around. Spinning towards the person, Y/N felt her jaw drop for the second time that night, as someone who she had never expected to speak to her stood before her.

“I saw Alexia,” the woman offered in explanation. “And I think I can help you. To get back at her, I mean, or to at least make her feel as upset as you obviously do, because a woman as beautiful as you doesn’t deserve to be crying over someone who could never realize what they had.”

“I-what? How do you know?” Y/N questioned the taller woman, staring at her in shock.

Esther Gonzalez shrugged. “You two were less than subtle. Plus, I saw you making out after we played Barcelona last year. So, what do you think? Can I help you?”

Let me know what you think!! xxxx

*Update* Part 2 is now out!!

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Why do I feel like Etho and Patho would actually really get along well. Like there'd be a minute of "oh shit" then they'd be making some weird machine together.

Also any chance you would be willing to share the story about Patho's clock and maybe info on Hels Bdubs?

(honestly? true. patho isn’t bothered enough w the concept of being a doppelgänger so he’d be chill w etho if etho was chill with him. and etho’s like. always chill. anyway idk if this’ll answer ur questions but here’s uhhhh something)

~*~

patho pauses at the top of the netherrack hill, boots hissing briefly as he shifts off a magma block.

xyz: -12,485.167 / 67.09835 / 253,295.942

the coordinates ever-present within his field of view tell him he should be another hundred or so blocks away in the z axis, but he can already see the jungle’s grown since his last visit. it’s been slowly overtaking the neighboring nether waste biome for a couple decades, now. rate of growth has held constant, unchanging. that's something, at least.

patho slowly scans the horizon. words and numbers flash across the left half of his vision as his cybernetic eye rapidly processes new information based on visual input: netherrack, netherrack, crimson nylium, grass, jungle wood, jungle wood, jungle leaves, weeping vine. light level 3, 3, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. there's a lava pool eleven blocks over in the x axis; light level 15.

he starts walking again.

153 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 23/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 18 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,487.331 / 65.21091 / 253,375.987 block: -12,487 65 253,375 chunk: -780 15 7,835 facing: south (towards positive z)(1.5/5) client light: 5 (0 sky, 5 block) biome: error:nether waste local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 5/247 + 0/8

the data shifts with every step. he's learned to tune most of it out by now, only paying attention to the biome indicator as he crosses the chunk threshold.

biome: error:crimson jungle

particles and sounds immediately jump up a couple degrees. glowing red specks dance slowly in the air, mingling with the ambient noises; hoglins rooting around in the brush, parrots calling unseen from the canopy above, lava bubbling in a pool nearby.

p: 35 sounds: 23/247

the temperature is warmer here. patho shrugs off his jacket, letting it hang at his elbows as he picks his way through the jungle. he doesn't even need to think about where he's going, coordinates left ignored at the edge of his vision. he's taken this path many times before, and he never has to wander very long.

his boots crunch softly on the nylium and grass terrain. jungle leaves and crimson fungus alike brush at his shoulders as he ducks underneath branches, taking care not to get tangled in weeping vines.

this is his favorite jungle. it's not the only crimson jungle he's ever come across- not to mention the warped jungles- but out of all the biomes he's seen, it's the one with the greenest leaves. something about this jungle sustains the normal trees just as well as it does the fungi, allowing the grass and leaves to stay bright and full instead growing in wilted and brown. it makes a lovely contrast with the blood red fungi.

not for the first time, he's thankful that the jungle is far enough away from spawn to be left alone. if other players knew about this place, with its well-sustained passive mob spawning and greenery, they'd destroy it for resources for sure. but he never worries too much about that possibility, because no mob or player sets foot in this jungle without permission from-

a weeping vine suddenly sprouts from the ground and lashes around patho's leg.

it's quickly joined by several more, snaking out from the undergrowth to wrap around his other limbs. before he can blink, he's lifted off the ground and pulled up into the trees. he doesn't struggle, doesn't panic- this is nothing new to him. the vines string him up among the highest branches, where a familiar figure is crouched in front of him, nothing but a pair of glowing red eyes beneath a heap of moss.

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"hey, dbubs," patho says casually.

the figure straightens up, hood falling back to reveal his face. his huge red eyes are sparkling with excitement, despite the dark circles lining them, and his mouth falls open in a wide, sharp-toothed grin. vines of varying shapes and sizes curl lazily around his body, small tendrils sprouting from the mossy cloak he wears. a couple veins of red discolor his skin, crawling up his neck and across his face. his messy hair is a bit whiter than the last time patho saw him, tinged red at the roots. a clock hangs around his neck, to match the one hanging from patho's hip.

"patho!" dbubs practically shouts, throwing his arms out.

sounds: 24/247

before dbubs can say anything else, patho asks his usual question. “what’s your name?”

“what’s my-” dbubs blinks, works his jaw for a second. “GODSLAYER666,” he proclaims loudly, puffing his chest out. then he pauses, frowns. “wait, no, i- i don’t know why i just said that. uh…”

it’s somewhere in the middle, then. not as bad as his worst days- at least he’s aware he’s lying, even if he has no control over it. and patho has to admit, that's one of the most entertaining responses dbubs has ever given to his little test.

"uh huh." patho shifts in the web of vines. they're holding a bit tighter than normal. of course, he could still easily break out of them. if he wanted to. "did you miss me, dbubs?" he asks instead, his voice teasing.

dbubs throws his head back to let out a sharp laugh, sending a shower of red particles fluttering through the air. "what?" he demands incredulously, his eyes blown wide. "miss you? i d- eugh, n'you stupid- i- i didn't even notice you were gone!"

patho hums with amusement. "then you don't wanna, like, kiss me or anything?"

"no," dbubs insists stubbornly, even as he comes closer. he steps boldly into patho's space, hands coming up to grab his face. "no, no of course not, i don't..." his long eyelashes flutter as he looks patho up and down. he smells like moss; like old vegetation and decay. there's soil and dried blood caked under his fingernails. "why would i- you ha- you have a lotta nerve..." dbubs tugs at the left strap of patho's mask, tilting his head. "do i- uh, do i get to see ya?" he asks, expression suddenly eager.

"yeah," patho chuckles.

dbubs grins widely, pulling patho's mask down. for a moment, he just looks at him. his calloused hand scuffs along the metal parts of patho's face- the entire ramus of his left mandible and most of his cheekbone, lost in the explosion that took his eye. the remaining skin is rough with scar tissue. dbubs strokes his thumb along that, too.

"i lo- um, i- i hate your stupid face," dbubs mumbles before he finally kisses patho. he seems to process his words a second later, breaking away with a small gasp of "oh! i d-", but patho simply leans in again, reclaiming his lips.

he knows what dbubs meant.

~*~

dbubs spares patho the trouble of walking, simply having the vines carry him to the hideaway. it's a difficult base to categorize: part tree house, part nest, part garden. in some places the floor is made of wood- in others, just a thick layer of leaves. there are potted plants and hanging vines everywhere, interspersed among stacks of barrels and moldy bookcases. little red mushrooms sprout from walls made of thatch and tree trunks. a couple of shroomlights provide gentle lighting as glittery particles drift through the open air; red, from the biome itself, and green from the spore blossom that patho brought him last year.

the vines unceremoniously drop patho onto the makeshift bed- a mat of moss and old, shredded banners. he's barely gotten settled, pulling his mask up and pulling his jacket off, before dbubs flops onto him with a heavy wuff.

"so!" dbubs starts loudly, propping his elbows up on patho's stomach. "what brings ya to see ol' dbubs today, huh?"

patho huffs a laugh. "what, i can't just stop by to say hi?"

"oh sure, okay." dbubs rolls his eyes, one of his vines flicking through the air dismissively. "you j- yeah, okay, be all secretive, then! see if i care." his haughty demeanor doesn't last long, though, as he shimmies up a little further, arms folded on patho's chest. "d'you- uh, do you wanna hear what i've been doin'?"

patho sighs good-naturedly, shifting so he can tuck his arms behind his head and lean back against the wall. "alright, go ahead."

dbubs beams at him and immediately starts telling lies. he tells patho about all the amazing things he's built (the jungle looks the same), all the incredible battles he's fought (no one's entered the jungle in years), all the wonderful places he's gone (he can't leave the jungle).

but patho doesn't mind that it's all lies. he's content to listen anyways.

they carry on like this until dbubs suddenly pauses, scrambling for his clock. "uh oh! gotta schreep."

patho glances at his own clock; dbubs is right on time, as always. that's one thing he never lies about. "okay, okay," he says, pushing dbubs off- he hits the moss with a soft thump. "lemme get my anchor."

"well, hurry up already!" dbubs shouts impatiently, vines swatting at patho's arm as he pops down his ender chest.

after placing the anchor and setting his spawn, patho reaches up and presses his finger directly into the center of his left eye, shutting it off.

he doesn’t regret putting a data processor into his cybernetic eye; the information it’s given him is invaluable. but every now and then, he needs a break from it. even when his eyes are closed, the display is still active, showing blank values on the back of his eyelid. turning the eye off is the only way to make it go away- of course, at the price of half his vision. so he only does it if he’s sleeping somewhere fully secure, and if he’s alone.

the jungle is an exception. dbubs has full domain out here- no mob or player can come close to his home without him allowing it.

"finally," dbubs huffs as patho settles back down. he's quick to cling with both his arms and assorted vines.

patho can't help but chuckle. "what's that you said about not missing me?"

"oh, shut up!"

~*~

patho abruptly reenters consciousness, emerging from a deep, dreamless sleep. with a soft groan, he fumbles to turn on his cybernetic eye, wincing at the sudden influx of data.

149 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 1/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 52 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,587.412 / 96.77253 / 253,401.623 block: -12,587 96 253,401 chunk: -783 15 7,845 facing: north (towards negative z)(1.5/5) client light: 7 (0 sky, 7 block) biome: error:crimson jungle local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 27/247 + 0/8

"goooood morning!" dbubs calls, over on the other side of the little nook. he's busy rummaging through barrels, perhaps trying to find some breakfast. it’s unlikely he has any food stored; when he’s hungry, he hunts, and the jungle always provides.

"mornin'," patho says, rubbing his face. he sits up- and then pauses. there are weeping vines wrapped tightly around his legs. he sighs. “dbubs, you’re doing it again.”

“what?" dbubs manages to sound surprised. "no! no, i’m not, i’m- i’m just over here, minding my own business, crafting a loom.”

“a loom,” patho repeats flatly.

“yes! for um, for banners.”

“do you even have any wool?”

“do i ha- uh, of course! yes, of course i do.”

“can i see it?”

“no. no, i- i just ate it, actually. um-”

“you ate it?”

“yeah. sorry.”

patho sighs again. he kicks the weeping vines away. "i uh, i didn't mean to be gone for so long," he says, rising to his feet. "but, you know, i- i got held up with a job."

"a job?" dbubs glances over his shoulder at patho, squinting. "what kinda job?"

patho stretches his arms above his head, hearing both his natural and mechanical shoulder joints pop. "some guys out west are tryin' to make a portal out of hels."

"a portal?" dbubs's mouth falls open. "oh, for goodness sakes- and you call me a liar!"

patho knows better than to take offense. "it's true. they've got a player who came here from another world."

"uh huh." dbubs scoffs, but he can't quite hide the anxious shimmer in his eyes. "yeah, yeah, sure... so- i mean, did you do it, then? make them a portal?"

"basically." patho shrugs. "i uh, i told them everything they needed to know, to make one."

"right. you told th- okay." dbubs nods, bites his lip. "um- you didn't stay? to see the portal? or, uh…”

patho chuckles, crossing the distance to put his arms around dbubs's waist. "nah. i mean, come on, you know me, dbubs. i'm a- i'm a hels player, through and through. what's the rest of the universe got that's better than this place, right?"

dbubs grins at that, slotting his arms through patho's. "oh, you- you're such an idiot! y'know, i uh, i've been outside'a hels before and i- um, let me tell ya, you're missing out!"

"mhmm." patho smiles even though his mask is on. he knows dbubs can tell.

"yeah! "dbubs nods vigorously. "and, uh, there's- i got a whole world that's just mine!"

"is that right?" patho rests his chin on the top of dbubs's head. "tell me about it."

"it's a beautiful world, of course. my perfect builds, i ha-"

"of course."

"- uh, hey! quit interruptin'!"

"sorry, sorry."

"i di- thank you. so i um, i built a big ol' crastle, with a- hyeugh, a sorta um, horse course... y'know, with th- with the fastest horses anyone ever saw, one-stick horses, and- and uh, everyone was really impressed…”

this won’t last forever. it’ll only be a matter of weeks, months if they’re lucky, before patho won’t be able to ignore the itch to wander again. before the comfort and familiarity of the jungle becomes unbearable. before dbubs grows so used to his presence that the jungle itself tries to overtake him, the way it has dbubs- vines and veins of red.

he’ll leave without warning in the middle of the night, while dbubs is sleeping, because trying to leave while dbubs is awake never ends well. he’ll leave without a word and try not to think about the frantic whispers he knows dbubs sends him on lonely nights, despite knowing patho will never receive them (it’s the only time he regrets fusing his communicator with his arm- but how was he supposed to know he’d hear it in his mind? how was he supposed to know that disabling the chat was the only way not to lose himself completely to the endless flood of data?)

he’ll stay away long enough for dbubs to shatter apart, losing himself to the wildness of the jungle, and come back together. he’ll wait until dbubs has recovered from his grief, so that the next time dbubs sees him there will only be joy. because no matter how many times patho hurts him, dbubs always forgets it eventually.

“… so, you see, ol’ dbubs been workin' on a new technique, using the uh. grade- uh, gradient? block palettes... to create depth. ah hah! so- so listen, now, to teacher! it all starts with the color scheme..."

this won’t last forever. so for now, patho closes his eyes and listens.

error fps t: b: tx rx c: (s) d: , pc: , pu: , ab: e: , b: , sd: p: t: error fc: xyz: / / block: chunk: facing: ( )( / ) client light: ( sky, block) biome: error: local difficulty: // (day error404 not found) sounds: 1/247 + 0/8

~*~

#hels to pay au #HTP fic #hels hermits #hermitshipping #ethubs #<- i mean SORTA #pathbubs #in case it’s not clear patho’s mech eye basically acts like a debug screen #like when you press F3 in mc to see a bunch of data and stats #he can always see that info. prob less cluttered tho bc there aren’t any computer specs for him to look at LOL #anyway don’t look too much into the data values i was pulling them out of my ass #except for dbubs player data. DO look into that :3 #ALSO ty everyone for the asks i’ll get to em soon #my writing

[n0t-me3]

Looking for a rp partner 💕

Hii! I’m an 18+ Female looking for someone to roleplay with!! If you have any plots you would like I am definitely up to that so you can pretty much choose whichever plot you want to do or something that you’ve had in mind for some time that you haven’t found, as long as it’s not a fandom and only OCxOC! I’m looking to play the female submissive role, and NSFW will be included! I don’t mind if it’s fxm, fxf or anything else!

I use drawn fc, but I don’t mind if my partner prefers to use real fc! I can also try to figure out if you want me to use real fc but I prefer illustrated fcs! I’ll be more than happy to speak ooc but please don’t try to make things personal/intimate, I’m not interested if so. <33

I rp in third person.

18+ ONLY (No minors allowed PLEASE).

I’m looking for a LONG TERM partner. 

At least a one message EVERY MONTH!! I know it may not seem like a lot but I’ve been really busy. Might make it up to every week if possible!

Include NSFW please.

Please don’t forget about me lol. I’m sorry, I’ve had some people just leave me for weeks or even months now. So please be available enough for me :).

I rp as the female SUBMISSIVE role.

Gender doesn’t matter! 

This is fandomless! So only OCxOC. 

I only rp in DISCORD!

If you feel like you don’t want to rp with me anymore, PLEASE TELL ME!! I really hate it when people just block me because they don’t want to rp anymore, just say it.

I don’t mind which plot it is or the storyline so you can choose or give me options, idm! This is basically me asking you to give me a plot that you’ve got in mind, so please have one prepared or something we can figure out ready. Please like this and I’ll get back to you! I’ll try to be as quick as I can!! ❤️

#fandomless rp #rp finder #roleplay #open rp #open to anyone #open to everyone #open to all #dms open #sfw rp #sfw #fandomless oc #oc rp #oc rp discord #new rp #literate rp #oc roleplay #rp partner finder #rp partner search #rp partner wanted #rp promo #in character #rp plots #roleplay partner finder #roleplay partner needed #18+ only #18+ rp #18+ roleplay

[millenniumproductions]

Forkface/Frank x Foxy ideas:

-Foxy knows that Frank has difficulty talking, sometimes more than usual. So if Frank is trying to comment on something or just say something in general, Foxy will wait for Frank to finish saying what they want to say, even if it takes them a moment or so to be able to get it out.

-Sometimes, Frank just isn’t up for talking, either because they feel strained from it, or they just don’t really want to that day. Foxy understands, and is fine with it.

-I can imagine Foxy eventually getting a good understanding of Frank’s breathing, the different ways they do so, and how they feel when they breath certain ways.

-Foxy would definitely hype up Frank sometimes, either for fun, to boost their confidence, or to stand up for them.

-Frank comes over to Foxy’s house a lot, and eventually, they start living there. Foxy agreed to it, so it’s fine.

Honestly, most of these might as well be lore accurate. Gonna throw in some headcanons of my own:

-Since Foxy plays Baldur's Gate 3, I feel like he would try to get Frankie into it, and she could end up becoming just as addicted.

-If my theory about Frankie actually being a baby Star ends up being true, Foxy would be shocked about it at first, but the two of them would talk about it and make up in the end.

-Since Frankie could possibly communicate with butterflies, I think she'd command them to make a "I Love You" message for Foxy.

-Frankie would try to touch foreheads with Foxy, which would be SO adorable!

-Sometimes when Frankie is upset and Foxy is in the vicinity, she will pick him up and hold him like he's a big plushie until she feels better.

-Frankie would be like a mother figure to FC and could actually help since she might also be a Star Being.

Wanted to add in honor of Valentine's Day: These two would DEFINITELY watch "Why Do Ghouls Fall in Love?" and clown Valentine every time he's on screen.

#sams #sun and moon show #fnaf #tsams #the sun and moon show #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sb #sams forkface #forkface #tsams forkface #forkface x foxy #monty and foxy show #forkfoxy

[thursdaygrl]

now that i'm back in indie i figured i'd make a little wishlist of some things i want now that i've had some time to think about it. this'll be a mix of plots/dynamics and some more basic things to elaborate. if you like this i'll come to you for plotting!

age gap romances cause i'm trash and i can't help it. especially if inspired by this but i'm down for any kind of dynamic really. i'm down to play either but i have a slight pref for playing the older muse and would be down to use one of my muses (adrian or moira), or one of the fcs i like but don't have a set muse for yet (gina gershon, jeffrey dean morgan, madchen amick, raúl esparza, joe manganiello, adam driver, mari yamamoto, david harbour).

toxic intense weird f/f stuff always pls. inspo.

if i don't have a logan/veronica from veronica mars inspired enemies to lovers thing.. i will cry.

i need exes or even like they never even got that far. situationship to enemies to friends to lovers? the gruelling path back towards being together again. i want PAIN. inspo.

👀 possibly some slightly kinkier smutty stuff i miss it

hot & heavy by lucy dacus inspired — the angst of your first love, homoerotic teenage best friend angst coming back to haunt you, bitterness and nostalgia mingling in the worst way, you hate her and you still love her after all this time. optional: period piece (70s, 80s, 90s, early 00s), a dead friend dragging them back to town, one of them is still closeted. 

scooby doo inspired, college cryptid/supernatural hunters  — they’re the only ones who believe and maybe that’s okay, could be a mumu/could utilise npc characters if we’d like a group. optional: more of a buffy style scooby gang who are solving problems/include creatures in it. 

normal people vibes. always. i need it. i will die.

figure skating or dance partners one of my favourite tropes ever!!!!

sister's bf or female best friend plot for dove. i love complicating the relationship with her sister further.

literally anything for elias where i can explore their backstory and have them fall in love.

messy choreographer/dancer thing for grayson.

best friends to lovers for jacob.

good girl/asshole or a kind of grumpy/sunshine dynamic for letha. someone who pushes her out of her shell.

anything for river. always. that's literally my favourite muse.

messy fwb with feelings for rowan.

any sort of opposites attract dynamic for sosie. she's a bitchy rich sorority girl with a bad attitude, i'd love for her to meet her match.

a rivals/enemies to lovers dynamic with a rival soccer player for stevie. alternatively stealing a friend's girl who she thought was straight.

i'm predictable and want a younger sister's best friend thing for warner i don't care!!!! it's fun!!!

#indie rp #indie smut rp #indie bi rp #indie lesbian rp

[jsprnt]

Healing Hearts PT.7 |Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

WC: 3.415

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I shift on my bed. My body entangled in the soft and comfortable sheets as a dull ache makes its way to my head, making me groan at the feeling.

I hear the birds chirps, it must be morning already. I snuggle further in to my pillow, sniffing at the smell of the laundry detergent. Making me freeze for a second- It smelt different- not the jasmine one I usually use.

My heart practically stops at the realization. I grip onto the blanket, squeezing my eyes tightly as I realize I'm not in my own bed at the moment.

I open my eyes sitting up and dropping the blanket, looking down at my body. I was still wearing my dress and the white sweater I was given, no drunk mistakes were made thankfully.

I throw myself back on the bed, sighing out of pure relief. I try to run back my memories of last night, hitting my head on my pillow multiple times as I remember how I fell asleep.

God, I just loved embarrassing myself.

I stand up from my bed, head pulsing as I walk out of the guest room, I assume. I look around cautiously, trying to figure out if Virgil was still sleeping.

I pick up my phone from the table, checking the time. It's five in the morning. I check my notifications to see multiple messages from my friends, they sounded either worried for me or were rooting for me to "get some". I sigh to myself, sending them a quick "I'm alive and okay. I'll call you guys later." and walk back into the bedroom. I enter the guest bathroom trying to remove my overly smudged make up and get ready there with the already stocked skincare and bathroom supplies. He must have guests over all the time, I think.

I walk out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around my body. I snoop around in the closet of the room, coming across some sweatpants and throwing that on, along with Virgil's sweater. Both of the clothing items being slightly baggy.

A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts, followed by Virgil calling out to me. I curse to myself, embarrassed that I had to face him after yesterday. I walk over to the door, opening it to see a very happy looking Virgil. How could be so hyped this early in the morning?

"How did you sleep?" He beams. I give him a crooked smile. "Good." I reply, really not in the mood as my headache was getting worse for some reason. He frowns, looking at me concerned.

"You okay? You look sick." He lifts his hand, placing his palm on my forehead. A shiver runs down my spine, looking up at him. He hums before speaking again. "You don't have a fever."

"No- it's just my heads killing me. From drinking last night." I internally cringe at myself, wanting to dig a hole in the ground and bury myself in it.

"Come have breakfast. Maybe it'll cheer you up."

I follow him, the smell of fresh food hanging in the air. I walk up to the table, a nice breakfast laid out on it. "You've actually been spoiling me with your cooking skill’s hm?" I say, less energetic than I would've liked. He doesn't answer, urging me to sit down as we both start eating.

I try to eat as much as possible. I groan softly at the pounding in my head. Holding it in my hands as he looks up from his food. "Hold on, let me get you some painkillers." He says walking away and coming back with a bottle of water, white round pills placed on the table.

I mumble a quick 'thank you' before downing the pills and gulping down the water with it. I look up at him, he eyes me with a concerned look.

"You know, maybe you should stay here. Call in sick." I look at him for a second, my hands on my temples again. "I don't know if I should-" I try to protest.

"Trust me, you won't help anyone or yourself if you work with that headache of yours. Dr. Woods wouldn't mind if you're sick for one day. Stay at my place until you're better, take my house keys when you go home. I'll pick them up when I get back from training." He suggests- well more like instructs.

I raise my brows at him, pondering over what he says seriously. One day won't hurt, right? Besides, there weren't many serious injuries to take care of thankfully. I nod at him, pulling out my phone and sending an email to Dr. Woods, apologizing multiple times to him before clicking 'send'.

My phone lights up a couple minutes later. I open the email sent by Dr. Woods and scan it. He wasn't even mad, emphasizing me resting and saying he was looking forward to seeing me again.

"He's so nice." I say to Virgil as he chuckles, sipping onto his coffee. "Told you." He teases, a smile on his lips. I eye him for a second before laughing, groaning and grabbing my head in my hands. "Stop, you're making my head hurt."

"I didn't do anything!" He protests before shutting up and taking another bite of his food.

I watch him get ready to leave, sitting on the sofa as I watch him put his essentials in his bag. I lean back, a blanket on my lap as I sip on a cup of tea. I close my eyes one in a while, the light emitting from the windows hurting my eyes.

This made me feel like a football wife, and I find myself wondering how that aspect of life would feel. To go to my husbands matches and just sit, looking pretty and cheering on him- maybe that wag life was calling my name.

"I'm leaving- don't be uncomfortable and do as if you're home." He says, walking up to the door. I stand up, following him out as he flashes me a warm smile. "By the way, your outfit looks good on you. You look warm." He says.

I look down remembering I was wearing the mans clothes. A blush spreads on my cheeks before I usher him to leave. I hear a chuckle leave his lips as he looks at me with a cocky smirk on his face.

"I'll see you later, bye!" I say as he closes the door behind him. Hearing the engine of his car rev as he pulls out of the driveway. The gates closing a while later.

I throw myself on the couch, kicking my feet in embarrassment. I ruffle my hair with my hands, mumbling cuss words in the air. I lay there for a while, falling back into a slumber, hoping this headache and the feeling of shame will leave after I wake up again. 

I wake up a while later, checking the time and realizing two hours had passed. I get up, very happy the headache had disappeared.

Sadly, the feeling of shame returned when I glanced down at my- his clothes. I grumble to myself before getting up, tidying up the place. I make sure I felt better and gather my belongings.

I walk out of the huge house and step into my car to get back home.

I change my clothes when I get home. Throwing Virgil's clothes in the washing machine before throwing myself onto my bed.

My fingers tap onto my recent calls again, the anonymous call log staring back at me. Why'd he have to call me? Let alone last night. We were having so much fun until his insufferable ass had to call me. Does he not have a company to run with his mommy? Bothering me months later again. My heart squeezes at the thought. A person who's already hurt me so much trying to ruin something new I had been building. Both my blood boiling and my heart breaking at the same time.

I try to shake the thoughts away, trying to pass time with scrolling through social media until lunchtime arrives.

A knock distracts me from my phone. I walk up to my door, opening the door to reveal a tired looking Sofia and a very cheery Bella.

"Thank God you're home! I saw your car parked and wondered if you were home." I smile at her, bringing her in for a hug. "Yeah, didn't listen to you and drank too much. I feel good now though." I say, a sheepish smile on my face.

She nudges me, telling me to spill the details later. "I'm going to ask you for a favor- Can you look after Bella, I have an emergency meeting at work and her usual babysitter isn't available."

I nod at her immediately, hand reaching out to hold Bella's hand. "No problem. I love taking care of this sweet girl." I squat down to her level, tickling her, cute giggles emitting from her as she hugs me.

"See we're actually best friends already!"

"You're a saint. Thank you, I owe you one." She says, kissing Bella goodbye. I close the door, taking the toddler into the living room. Deciding to entertain her with some coloring, just like I loved when I was little.

"Bella, are you hungry? Food?" I ask her, taking her attention away from the colored sheets of paper. She nods as I try to quickly make lunch, not taking my eyes off of her.

Time passes rather quickly, as taking care of a toddler was pretty easy. I know I wouldn't be saying this if I had children, taking care of them 24/7 would definitely be a huge challenge. For now, I would be more than happy to be the fun aunt.

My phone rings breaking my focus on the simple puzzle we had been doing. I glance at the screen before picking up.

"Hey, I'm downstairs want me to go up?" Virgil's smooth voice sounds through the speaker and I absentmindedly nod, glancing down at Bella before replying for him to come up.

I open my door at the sound of a knock, telling him to come in. He walks in, his eyes darting to the strawberry-blond toddler, who's giggling and blabbering to herself. While she chucks the big puzzle piece around. I follow his gaze confused, wondering why he's looking at her like that.

"You have a child?-" My eyes widen at him, when it finally clicks. "No! I mean, not that that's a bad thing- she's not mine, I'm babysitting for my friend." I say, my face panic-stricken. "Oh." He says, his mouth forming a perfect O shape.

"Can I?" He questions, I follow what he means and nod at him. He chuckles walking up to Bella and greeting her in cute way. I smile at the sight, leaning against the dining table as I watch them interact. Giggles leaving the both of them as Virgil pretended to eat the puzzle piece after she mumbled a small 'food' when handing it to him.

The sight warms my heart, pounding in my chest. This man was so husband material, it made me stop functioning and it even messed with my hearing as I realize he'd been calling out to me.

"Hm? What's wrong?" I look at him. "Someone's knocking on you door." He says, slight smirk on his face. I pull a questioning face, walking over to open the door. It's probably Sofia, coming to pick up Bella.

I open the door a slight bit, peering my head out of the door. Sofia's confused face greeting me.

"Hey? Why are you acting like that?" She practically yells. God, she couldn't control her volume in the most important of times. I place my hands over her mouth, shushing her.

I motion my head sideways, towards to inside of  my apartment. "He's inside my home." I say in a whisper tone. "Who?- the footballer guy from yesterday?" she whispers back, a smirk on her face.

"Yeah- he's playing a game with Bella so don't freak out when you see him. They're getting along really well."

She punches my arm, and I hold back a wince, rubbing my arm in pain. Looking at her with a 'what was that for expression'. "He's good with kids huh?" I roll my eyes at her response, not being able to hold back a blush creeping up my face.

"y/n! Who's at the door?" I hear Virgil say. A panicked expression on my face as I emphasize to Sofia not to freak out. She pats my shoulder, before pushing past me playfully and walking into my apartment.

"My friend- she’s here to pick up Bella!" I say. Closing the door and turning around to see Bella jump into her mothers arm, cutely squealing at the sight of her mommy. I see Sofia and Virgil greeting each other. Not mission Sofia's crazy side eye she throws at me.

She bids us goodbye before whispering a "Have dinner with us." to me and shutting the door behind her before I could reply. She’s definitely going to interrogate me during dinner.

"So- the keys." I mumble, walking into my room and grabbing his house keys as he's sitting on my sofa. Handing them to him, my fingers grazing his hand. "Oh right your clothes." I walk back into my room, grabbing his folded sweater and sweatpants handing them to him.

"I washed them. Here you go-"

He glances at my hand, shaking his head. "Keep them. They look better on you." A teasing smile on his lips.

I bite back a smile, creeping up my face. "Oh- thank you." I plop myself next to him on my sofa, legs folded up.

"So did anything new happen today? Any injuries." I ask wondering.

“No, not really. Though, we do have news of a new transfer." He says, smirk on his face.

"Really? Who?"

"You'll find out- I think you might know him actually." I raise my eyebrows, a confused look on my face. "So you're really not telling me?" I inch my face closer to him, but his hand makes contact with my forehead, pushing me back into my original position.

"You'll find out." He teases. I huff, looking around the room, brain racking through anyone that could transfer to our club. 

"Forget about that- How are you doing?" He says, tone serious now. "I'm fine, no headache anymore-"

"Not that- I don't mean that. Last night- you were shaken up pretty badly. You fell a asleep during the movie." I freeze at his words, heart pounding in my chest. "I'm okay- just got freaked out and I'm still sorry for the mess I made." I fidget with my fingers, nails scratching against the edge of my cuticles. "It's all okay, ‘s long as you're alright." I stare at him, pulling my lip in between my teeth as I look at him nervously.

I really wish the ground would swallow me whole right now. Why do I find this so embarrassing?

I feel his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Tell me if something's bothering you, yeah?" I force a smile, nodding. He says smiles, and my mood does an entire one-eighty. My brain stopping for a second. I clear my throat, trying to compose myself and hold myself back from flushing. I had known this guy for some two weeks and this was the effect he had on me? No way.

He stands up, dusting the nonexistent lint off his sweatpants before telling me he'll leave.

"Stay for dinner then at least?" He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "I'll leave you be, think your friend invited you for dinner. Rest and I'll see you tomorrow doctor." He flashes me one of his beautiful smiles before I walk him out, closing the door behind him.

I get ready to go over to Sofia's place. Thoughts in my head keeping me occupied.

"So you're telling me- that crazy ex called you and you dropped the glass! Out of shock?" Her boyfriend, Noah watches us intently, throwing in a couple of remarks.

I groan at her embarrassed, looking at her boyfriend. "Would you speak to a girl ever again if she got drunk and made a mess in your house?"

"Not really-"

"See! This is even more embarrassing since I'll have to see him everyday at work. But he looks so- unfazed by all of the shit that has happened with me." I say face twisted into agony.

I watch Sofia smack him on his chest, a groan leaving him.

"I was just kidding-"

"Yeah- he's just kidding, I promise. You know I actually broke his car window on our third date."

I eye her skeptically, giving her a 'stop lying to me' look.

"You're just trying to make me feel better-"

"No, I'm dead serious. I slammed the door and it just shattered all over me. He looked so worried and surprised. He didn't even get mad and helped me get treated. Right babe?" She leans into her boyfriends arm as he nods.

"True- if actually cared about you he wouldn't think anything negative. He would have to accept that every one of your life experiences comes with you. So, stop worrying for God’s sake and eat!" He yells, shoving my plate closer to me. His Scouser accent is slightly faded but you could tell if you paid attention.

"Okay! Okay stop yelling!" I say continuing to eat, feeling slightly better about the situation.

I fix my scrubs. Ready to start the day and to meet our new transfer.

Coming to work yesterday wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. Virgil and me interacted normally like always, which made me feel like nothing was wrong in between us. If us was a thing.

I still couldn't decide what I thought of him. I mean- I've only known him personally for two almost three weeks, he's fun to be with- but my feelings are so conflicted and everything I do has me overthinking. I just don't know if I seriously like him or it was just me craving attention from a man that gave me attention. Being single after five years of dating definitely didn't do me or my emotions well. What if he also changed later on?

Besides, I'm literally one of the clubs physiotherapists, that would be seen as unprofessional. I can already think of the rumors that would arise, saying that they shouldn't have hired a woman.

I run my hand on my scrubs, trying to soothe myself, before my phone pings with a message from Clara. Telling me the new transfer had arrived.

This brightens up my mood slightly. I had known Ryan from our Ajax days together, we hadn't spoken since I took the job offer from Barcelona. I had known him when he was eighteen, and I was curious of how much he'd changed a person.

I walk towards the entrance, seeing Cody and Virgil already greeting him happily as they talk out how early Ryan had to be on the flight. I stand back for a minute, avoiding the camera's. Seeing his eyes widen at the sight of me.

"Doctor l/n? You work here?!" I chuckle at him as he gives me a hug. "I do- you've grown so much. So tall now. A real man now huh?" I say smiling at him as he chuckles. I hug his girlfriend as well.

"You guys were close at Ajax?" I hear Cody say, as I feel Virgil's eyes on me.

"We were, then you left us!"

"You left not long after me!"

The guys laugh at our banter, as we chat more before I let them go. I hear Robbo saying he's happy a good Dutch player is joining them.

I smile to myself as I walk back to my office.

One thing about this job was sure; you’ll see young stars grow into and improve the insane talents they have. To see a player I was close with years ago transfer to a club, widely regarded as one of the best in the world made me very proud.

I sigh, sitting down in my chair and checking the days appointments. The match against Aston Villa is in a couple days and I have to make sure the players are in their best shape.

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[slaviclore]

thanks to everyone who responded to last week's translation challenge (which you can see here, or under the cut below)! All your answers have been really fantastic and useful. 303 people voted, of which 119 are Polish speakers. I tallied up the votes from the Polish speakers (i changed your vote if u expressed regret in the tags after voting), and I summarize under the cut the various takes on this question and add my 2 cents (or possibly more like 2 dollars, as this is a Long Post). Read on to learn some things about the Polish language and Chopin history. :]

context again:

This is the opening sentence of a letter written by Fryderyk Chopin (who I'll refer to as FC for convenience) to his friend and/or boyfriend Tytus Woyciechowski (TW) in 1829. He's 19/20 years old (we're not sure about his DOB), and he's been spending some time with Prince Antoni Radziwiłł and his family at their palace in Antonin (near Poznań). Radziwiłł is a huge music nerd, and Chopin is having a great time over there. The mood of the letter is mostly positive and upbeat, and you can probably expect him to be at his cheekiest.

There are 3 published English translations of this letter, which I included as options in the poll. None of the 3 professional translators are native Polish speakers. They are: EL Voynich (option 1), David Frick (option 2), and Arthur Hedley (option 4). Option 3 is my own take on the translation (I am a native Polish speaker but not a professional translator).

why is this important?

1) it's an interesting grammar problem where the combination of a referred statement (FC is summarizing what TW said), a command, and a reflexive (się) makes it unclear who is to kiss who. Can we figure out what TW's original statement was based on how FC referred to it? Did he say some version of "kiss me", or "kiss yourself", or something else?

2) We have 22 letters from FC to TW, but we don't have any from TW to FC, so it's useful to piece together the way he may have written to him -- especially since we're not sure what their relationship actually was.

3) FC has a habit of teasing TW for not liking to be kissed, which historians have taken a bit too seriously, if you ask me -- this was some inside joke between the two of them. But if this short exchange was part of that joke, it gives us a chance to understand them a little better.

4) Arthur Hedley was a prominent Chopin scholar in the 20th century. His translations are the ones that are usually quoted to this day, and the choices he made in his translations and biographies have had a huge impact on the field. Some were good choices, and some were bad. Today, he's a controversial figure. I don't think he can be dismissed or blindly trusted, but rather critiqued point by point... we can take on one such point here.

The full original sentence from Chopin's November 14 1829 letter:

Ostatni twój list, w którym mi każesz się ucałować, odebrałem w Antoninie u Radziwiłła.

here's some definitions:

Ostatni twój list -- your last letter

w którym -- in which

każesz -- a command word in the second person present tense: you tell/you command

ucałować -- to kiss

mi -- me

się -- a reflexive to indicate the self, non-specific for gender or person (can be me, you, him her, etc)

odebrałem -- I received/I picked up; first person past tense

The main issues of this translation are:

the order of the 3 phrases (separated by 2 commas)

word choice, especially what to call the kiss

word order of the middle phrase, i.e., who is to kiss who

Several of you mentioned that this sentence is weird. Yeah. Sigh. Unfortunately, Chopin is very dead and has made that everyone's problem. No one specified why it's weird, but I guessed that it's the order of "mi" and the reflexive "się" in the middle phrase, so I asked you in a separate poll if another order would be better. 25 people voted on that one, of which just over half were Polish speakers. No one said that the sentence was weird for some other reason, which explains why the available translations could not agree on how to interpret the directionality of the commanded action (who is to kiss who). Voters were also split pretty evenly among those who preferred an alternative word order (especially "...w którym każesz mi się ucałować..."), and those who said that there's nothing wrong with the sentence or that changing it would change the intended meaning even if it does sound better. I therefore propose that we give Chopin the benefit of the doubt and assume that he said what he meant to say, even if it was awkward.

Some poll responders were not concerned about the kiss at all, and focused almost entirely on the order of the phrases in the sentence. They argued that starting the sentence with the "I received" fragment rather than the "Your last letter" fragment shifts the emphasis away from the location (Antonin), which is the main point of the sentence, and that the kiss is only a secondary point. Those who mentioned the kiss agreed that calling it anything but a kiss is not helpful, but the second most popular translation was the only one that replaced this word. Arthur Hedley's preservation of the sentence order, and maybe his dampening of the kiss subject, is likely what earned him second place -- 20 people voted for this translation (option 4), or 16.8% of the Polish-speaking voters.

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Arthur Hedley, Selected Correspondence of Fryderyk Chopin (1962), pg 36:

Your last letter, in which you send me your warmest greetings, reached me at Radziwill's place at Antonin.

--

Kisses are thrown around left and right in Chopin's letters, regardless of who is writing or receiving them (friends, family, any informal context). While "ucałować" is literally "to kiss", Hedley's goal was probably to remove the ambiguity with which a kiss might be interpreted by an English-speaking audience and instead give you (the suspiciously British) "warmest greetings". This is something he did regularly in his translations and has made himself rather unpopular for it. Even if he is basically correct and the fundamental goal of the kiss is just to offer a warm greeting, replacing the word removes your ability to make the following 2 arguments, should you choose to do so:

Though a kiss is indeed a common greeting/sign-off, when FC refers to the **whole letter** as the one where you tell me to kiss you(/myself/send me a kiss), this creates emphasis not generally afforded to greetings and sign-offs. Presumably, TW wrote other stuff in that letter (if he literally only wrote "kiss me" and nothing else, holy shit i'd have fainted) -- but FC has relegated the rest of the letter as less important than the kiss, even if TW himself didn't give that bit a second thought. It's like if Harry wrote you a whole email with a bunch of stuff in it and signed off with "love, Harry", and then you wrote back, "Harry, i got your email where you say you love me". I'm not going to argue whether this is flirting or not, but I hope you see how it might be.

(watermelon sugar is playing as I write this, but u can have any harry u want in this simulation)

FC's emphasis may also be a reference to whatever inside joke these two seem to have that makes him insist (in other letters) that TW doesn't like to be kissed. So FC's intention may be the very troll-like: i got your letter where you tell me to kiss you(/send me a kiss) but i **thought** you don't like kisses?? interesting!!??

🤔🤔🤔

Either way, Hedley robs us of the TW eye-roll we deserve, so I think he blew it on this one, even if similar choices worked well in other contexts.

For me, the main difficulty in the translation was whether TW's original command was "kiss me/give me a kiss" or "kiss yourself/give yourself a kiss", with FC's rephrasing therefore being either "...to kiss you" or "...to kiss myself", respectively. So who gets this imaginary kiss? TW or FC? and which of them is supposed to give it? David Frick takes the most ruthless route to this answer (option 2), and 17 of you agreed with him, or 14.3% of the Polish-speaking voters, giving him 3rd place.

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David Frick, Chopin's Polish Letters (2016), pg. 143:

I received your last letter, in which you tell me to give myself a kiss, in Antonin at Radziwiłł's.

--

Some of you said that this is the most grammatical choice -- while others brought up the very valid point that... why would anyone be told to kiss themselves? and how does one go about doing that?? Maybe Frick imagined TW's original command as something along the lines of: since I'm not there, give yourself a kiss for me.

I think this is a good take, even if FC made it weird and Frick refused to save him from his own grammar. In a stark contrast to Hedley's method, Frick tends to stay close to Chopin's wording and syntax. Though I do find some over-interpretation in Frick's translations and annotations, some of which I think is incorrect, his translations are very good, and I defer to his choices unless I have a good reason not to.

One poll responder brought up the alternative interpretation that actually TW's original statement was hostile. After I read Frick's translation, this did also cross my mind, and I imagined the exchange as something like this:

FC: kiss me

TW: oh ffs, kiss yourself

FC: i got the letter where you tell me to kiss myself

😔😔😔

hilarious. If TW really is as allergic to being kissed as FC insists, this interpretation is a viable option. Unfortunately for my personal amusement, I don't think he's really so allergic to it. Also, if this were the case, I would expect FC to emphasize "himself" with something like 'sam się ucałowac'. Here "sam" is a type of "self" you use to say you're doing it (by) yourself/oneself.

In this scene from Borat 2 (with which I have a conflicted emotional relationship that belongs in a different post, but I did laugh my ass off at this scene) Borat's daughter says, in reference to the monkey that was dead in the crate (in their fake language that mixes Hebrew, Slavic and Near and Middle Eastern languages), something like "sam się zjad" which is probably meant to be a Slavic "he ate himself", when it was clearly she who ate the monkey:

I think the commenter had something even harsher in mind for the interpretation of TW's letter, though, like where kiss yourself is a euphemism for fuck yourself. I don't know how people told each other to fuck off in 19th century Poland, but now I'm desperate to find out. Dearest Tytus, your last letter, in which you tell me to go fuck myself, I received in Antonin...

oh my lord this is sending me. I suspect this Bieber-esque usage is modern though, but I'm not sure! Either way, the rest of FC's letter is very affectionate so it doesn't seem super likely that he just got told to fuck off, unless he absolutely cannot take even a single hint

Since FC frequently signs off his letters with kiss me/give me a kiss, it's reasonable that TW might do the same. My translation was option 3, which keeps the structure of the sentence and assumes that FC's rewording is meant to say "kiss you/give you a kiss". This was the most popular option, with 68 votes or 57.1% of the Polish-speaking voters.

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Me, tumblr, 2023:

Your last letter, in which you tell me to kiss you, I received in Antonin at Radziwiłł's.

--

I can't tell if Frick's "kiss myself" or my "kiss you" is the more grammatical interpretation -- if u have an answer for this from the depths of Polish grammar, I'd love to see it. But! I think it doesn't really matter! Since this is a personal letter, all we can safely assume is that FC is being rational, not necessarily that he's being fully grammatical.

On my first reading of the letter, I didn't consider Frick's "kiss myself" possibility at all. I just assumed it was "kiss you", and some of you echoed that sentiment. After I read the published translations, I ran the sentence through google translate (the least reliable of all our translators but still useful for comparisons), which agreed with me. As GT is trained on modern content, I was concerned my translation may be a modern artifact... which may also explain why many of you voted for it -- the professional translators may have simply known better.

I wondered if I could find historical precedent for this sentence structure being used to refer to the giver of the command (kiss TW) rather than the one being commanded (kiss FC). I found this in a prayer called "Litania o Milosci Bozej" or "Litany about God's Love". here is a fragment with the relevant grammar in bold:

Boże, któryś mnie sam wprzód umiłował, zmiłuj się nad nami.

Boże, który mi każesz się miłować, zmiłuj się nad nami.

My translation:

God, you who loved me first, have mercy on us.

God, you who commands me to love you, have mercy on us.

--

I haven't been in a church in a thousand years, so someone who goes to Polish church, pls tell me if I'm getting this wrong. Here, God commands the individual saying the prayer to love Him (not to "love yourself"). The grammar is the same as in FC's sentence. The last word is the specific verb (love for the prayer, kiss for Chopin), 'każesz' is 'you command/tell', 'mi' is 'me', and 'się' is the reflexive:

the prayer: który mi każesz się miłować

-- you who commands me to love you

chopin: w którym mi każesz się ucałować

-- in which you tell me to kiss you

I don't know how old this prayer is or how long it's used this specific wording, but I found a version of it from the early 20th century -- it might be a lot older. While this doesn't tell you what FC meant in his letter, it does offer precedent for the "kiss you" translation and argues that TW having asked for a kiss is, at least, a viable take that's not necessarily modern.

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EL Voynich, Chopin's Letters (1931), pg 73:

I received your last letter, in which you send me a kiss, at Antonin, at the Radziwiłłs'.

--

Though it may not seem like it, Ethel Voynich's translation (option 1) actually comes to the same conclusion as Frick's -- Voynich was first by 80 years, tho, and the first person to translate Chopin's letters into English -- but she got the fewest votes: only 14, which is 11.8% of the Polish-speaking votes. Like Frick, Voynich switched the phrase order, which may have put some of you off. She also packaged her interpretation in a simpler way that may have felt false to poll responders. In her translation, like in Frick's, FC is the recipient of the kiss. It's just that, here, the kiss is sent to him, rather than administered by virtue of his own action, as Frick would have it. The same is true for Hedley, actually, where FC is the recipient of the greetings. Most of you, and I (and the robot), thought it was TW who should be getting the kiss instead.

One poll responder suggested a hybrid option, which agrees with my interpretation of the middle phrase but Hedley's choice to rename the kiss: "Your last letter, in which you tell me to send you greetings, reached me in Antonina".

So what do you think? Was TW's original statement something like "kiss me/give me a kiss", or more like "give yourself a kiss for me", or even "kiss yourself (hostile)"? Or did TW always intend FC to be the passive party in receiving the kiss or greeting? Was this flirting? Was it part of the "TW hates being kissed" inside joke? There's no right answer to these questions, and a consensus doesn't mean the winning answers are true. We will probably never know for sure what TW really wrote... the best we can do is guess.

Some of my takeaways:

it's useful to look at multiple translations to see where translators have disagreed and where the uncertainty lies

if you remove ambiguity in the translation of a Chopin letter (like Hedley did) or complexity (like Voynich), you're in danger of removing nuance, which Chopin stuffs into his writing like it's build-a-bear.

but if you go with the direct meaning (like Frick), you may end up trying to convince the world that Chopin was asked to kiss himself somehow for some reason

and if the only one who agrees with you is a robot, you'll probably have to dig up an ancient prayer to justify your possibly modernized take (like me).

This is the curse in a nutshell.

Thanks for reading! hope you had as much fun with this poll as i did

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[missperfectlyfinewrites]

open to: muses 21+, no katherine mcnmara fcs for harper. muse: harper west | mid-late thirties | public defender & single mom (for this thread) | older sister to hazel | switch possible connections: co-worker, assistant, intern, etc. plot: harper is feeling a little worked up while at the office, and is requesting some help. whether she's asked your muse before or this is a first time thing, we can figure it out!

2pm. It had to be a joke, honestly. Three hours until she could leave the office. Then she'd have to go and pick the baby up, take her home, and it would probably be 8 or 9 before she even got the me-time she was so desperately craving. It was fine. Well sort of. She liked her job, she liked her kid, it was usually not a problem but some where, out of nowhere today, the urge struck.

Harper pressed her thighs together underneath her dress, trying to ignore the heat pooling in her core, and the fact that her panties were most certainly getting a damp spot. She could go to the bathroom and sort herself out, but she just wasn't sure it would hit the spot. It had been a while since she'd entangled with anybody, and the idea of somebody touching her body was enough to make her squirm in her seat. She grabbed for her phone, shooting off a text.

"Will you come to my office please?"

Hopefully they weren't having a busy day. Harper put her phone down, trying to focus on the screen, biting at her bottom lip. Desperate was perhaps an understatement for the blonde right now, resisting the urge to tug at the top or bottom of her dress. No, she could wait, see if they were free..or wanted to. God she hoped they did.

#indie kink rp #indie smut rp

[thegapbetweenmoments]

New Muse Ideas!

So here is my consistent conundrum: I like writing things with what I like to refer to as notable supernatural elements. This could be a vampire character (Alicia), a necromancer (Diana and kind of Belle), a time mage (Tom), etc.

The problem with this is twofold. One issue is simply that many people aren't super interested in fantasy based things, which is 100% fair and fine, and why most of the time I just write without the supernatural bits unless otherwise specified.

The other is that even when people do want to write supernatural-ish things, sometimes the vibes don't line up with whatever it is that I made for my characters, which is why it takes a while for new characters to be made even at times like this when I'm relatively active.

SO!

Below is a list of character ideas I've come up with that I'm currently considering. If you see any on the list and go "Ooh! That sounds cool!", please let me know, because that kind of input is super helpful for this process. Doesn't matter if you're a mutual, nonmutual, never interacted before, etc (though more weight will be given to mutuals/people who've interacted before). Just drop a little response and that will give more weight to the idea. Once one or two have been figured out, I'm going to make a new post about FCs, because tbh I suck at picking those, but that is a thought for later!

The list of thoughts (under read more so that I don't take up the whole dash):

Half-devil lawyer (Honestly, this is a character I actually did use for one thread and I enjoyed a lot. I may make this one even if people don't want him, but weight and priority will likely be given to things people actually want. I've always enjoyed devil contracts as plot devices, and he might be just a smidge lawful evil)

Freed djinn nurse (General concept is that she has pretty significant powers that only work if she uses them in response to a wish. She wouldn't have to respond to every wish, and like more nefarious djinn she'd probably try to use the wording of wishes in order to bend things to work how she wants, even though she as a person is not trying to harm anyone. Job as a nurse is essentially so that she can hear wishes that are inherently more benevolent and grant or bend those to do good things)

Rune mage tattoo artist (Essentially, the thought behind this is a guy who can write a long, complicated series of glyphs as a sort of magical sentence on something and activate it to give whatever it's written on an effect. Take this to its logical conclusion and with enough time, this can be used to give magical tattoos to people that give them some type of ability or effect)

Air mage pilot (I mean the usefulness of the power is kind of obvious, but also I think she'd likely own a smaller plane of her own and generally be a bit more chaotic/daring than most of my girls on here, which is a lot of the fun behind this idea for me personally)

Blood Mage Butcher (I like when characters have these powers with crazy amounts of evil potential, who then use them for completely mundane, neutral-to-good aligned things. I think this guy is just passionate about meat and grilling. Probably early to mid thirties with wholesome dad vibes. Maybe not the route most people would go for characters they want to write with, but certainly one I find amusing)

Lightning Mage Art Thief (I'm thinking she shorts out cameras and security fixtures, then just walks up to an expensive piece art and swaps it with a replica, possibly with a nearly invisible hidden signature. Some real heist movie bullshit. Then, she goes back to some incredibly mundane or wholesome day job. Maybe an elementary school art teacher who steals to buy art supplies for class)

#OC ideas #open rp #feel free to let me know! #Thank you in advance for any input offered

[persephonyed]

♡ — i'm finally chilled out and caught up after the big wedding weekend, and now i really want to get some new threads going with everyone, and also maybe meet some new writing partners! i've tossed some muses under the cut that i've been really wanting to write with since i've been back, so feel free to give this a like if you want a starter / want to plot with any of them. i'm down for all the dramatic, angsty, h*rror-y, crazy stuff you could throw at me, and also am including some canon/canon inspired/supernatural muses because the itch is there right now. pick your poison!

here are the ocs my muse is begging to write!

aylin ozdemir; 28, bisexual, she/her, bakery owner & witch. aslihan malbora fc.

blair bennett; 22, sometimes closeted bisexual, she/her, university student. katie douglas fc.

camille st. clair; 24, bisexual, she/her, aspiring actress. jessica alexander fc.

catalina "lina" velasco; 30, bisexual, she/her, flight attendent. melissa barrera fc.

eleanor "nell" tolly; 34, bisexual, she/her, children's book author. rebecca rittenhouse fc.

flora zhang; 26, bisexual, she/her, grad student & aspiring author. havana rose liu fc.

indigo edmunds; 26, bisexual, she/her, corporate recruiter. grace van dien fc.

ingrid edmunds; 36, straight, she/her, cardiothoracic surgeon. amanda seyfried fc.

imogen edmunds; 32, often very newly out bisexual, she/her, elementary school teacher. elizabeth olsen fc.

isabella "izzie" eriksen; 26, bisexual, she/her, paralegal or celebrity pr manager based on verse. alisha boe fc.

jude landry; 28, bisexual, she/her, law student. maddie phillips fc.

natasha voigt; 27, she/her, bisexual, actress. lili reinhart fc.

nora giuliani; 27, she/her, lesbian, paranormal & true crime podcaster. victoria predretti fc.

ruby brodsky; 25, bisexual, she/her, grad student. gideon adlon fc.

sawyer klein; 24, bisexual, she/her, professional figure skater. grace van patten fc.

sebastian hernandez; 31, straight, he/him, inspired by the musical repo man. sean teale fc.

and here are the canon & various characters i really want to write rn!

ginny weasley; harry potter 24, lesbian, she/her, professional quidditch player or student depending on the verse. abigail cowan fc.

jacqueline "jackie" knightley; historical 27, bisexual, she/her, writer & member of nobility. sophie skelton fc.

leila owens; leia organa coded 32, bisexual, she/her, princess. laura harrier fc.

lily evans; harry potter 26, bisexual, she/her, potions shop owner or student depending on the verse. kennedy mcmann fc.

nissa; very acotar compatible 28, queer, she/they, fae royalty. jessie mei li fc.

pansy parkinson; harry potter 30, bisexual, wizarding world fashion designer or possibly have taken over rita skeeter's column undecided yet. sofia carson fc.

rhiannon wynne; 26, bisexual, she/her, witch. ellie bamber fc.

harry potter canon fcs i often write as if hogwarts were university / if they went to a magical university instead, or write them post-hogwarts and just living their lives now. and over all, most verses for everyone are flexible and can be added to or bent whatever way within the realm of staying true to their characters. feel free to throw any kind of plot at them all fr!

ps i’m also suuuuuper open to making new canon characters for anyone i vibe with i’m such a ship chaser please come to me with your canon muses!

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie horror rp #indie canon rp #indie smut rp #alisha boe has a new beautiful gif pack so now i gotta write izzie pls #and as per usual the edmunds sisters have taken over all my muse #ps very anti jk #i know this seems like a lot of muses but in the grand scheme of things i assure u it's not

[kathrynalicemc]

The Norwegian Ministry of Magic: A Timeline

HPHL - WW1 (up to 1920s)

Magiens Mester (Master of Magic): Von Hyrrokkin

Magiens Mester is the Minister of Magic

Von is still a WIP but I think he’s no good (maybe evil) and he gets thrown out and then Iolanthe gets the job

Magiens Vokter (Guardian of Magic): Johann Hyrrokkin

Johann is Von’s son

Vokters are like vice presidents and are second in command. They protect and advise the Mester and step in when they are unavailable

Usually it’s common for Vokters to eventually become Mesters so he was expecting to become the minister

He’s also maybe evil and salty when Iolanthe gets the position especially being so young and inexperienced

HPFB (1920s)

Magiens Mester: Iolanthe Arcano

She is the first to become Magiens Mester so young and also with hardly any experience working at the ministry

But she is very deserving and proves everyone who doubts her wrong

Puts in more work in research and out in the field exploring and visiting other countries for diplomatic relations than actually doing paperwork in an office all day

Magiens Vokter: Elidon Greyloc

Elidon is Iolanthes most trusted second in command

He believed in her from the start and helps her when others try to sabotage or belittle her authority

He’s older and sees her as a daughter he’s never had

He doesn’t become Mester after her and instead goes off to have a family of his own

Head of Vakt (Guard): Dreki Hymir

Under the two leadership positions there are three main sections of government. Vakt is the guard department that is essentially Aurors. There is one leader and then a bunch of smaller jobs under that.

Dreki can look intimidating but he is good humored and treats Iolanthe like a little sister

Head of Mystisk (Arcane): Sade Willodeen

The Mystisk department deals with magical misuse, spell invention, and research and other things

Sade has been the head for a long time and she knows how to hold her own in leadership positions and to not take any shit

She is cold at first and judges Iolanthe’s ability but then quickly becomes a mentor figure to her and guides her

They also really get along with their love of magic

Maybe she was Iolanthe’s boss when she just started and Sade could be upset she was passed over for Mester for this new hire

Head of Natur (Nature): Akkeri Windcaller

The Natur department deals with trade, magical animals, exploration, and other misc jobs

Akkeri is also relatively young for having a higher up position

I think Iolanthe is the one to hire him and she is also judged for picking someone young

He’s a wildcard as he is a natural sailor and has survived many storms at sea

He seems very quiet but I think he could snap if really provoked but ultimately he’s kind

HPMA (2010s)

Magiens Mester: Semele Thorne @endlessly-cursed

Being part of the Arcano family (and since Iolanthe’s run was a huge success) Semele is warmly greeted as Mester

She is a hardworking take no shit woman who excels even with an idiot husband (affectionate) and three screaming children

She also manages to stay active in Skalafell as much as possible when not at work

A/N: I’ve been putting this together for a long time (the positions themselves I have thought about for months lol) but I have just quickly made up the majority of the OCs (fcs, names, ideas of personality/story) in the last 3 days so lmk if I’ve used any names or FCs already used!!

Also fun fact the positions have inspiration from the founders era with the 3 Valhalla founder families (Ymir, Arcano, Varangr) ,,, if that wasn’t completely obvious 😂

I am also totally open to give some of these OCs away for adoption or any position in a diff time period not specified is always open for anyone!!! I have a few already made OCs who I might insert (like Azora Arcano) but she would just be a minor Auror maybe? And she doesn’t stick around long.

Shout out to @magicallymalted this one’s for you since you asked for lore 😌♥️

#hpma #hpfb #hp ww1 era #hphl #hphm #norwegian ministry of magic #iolanthe arcano #semele thorne #yes almost all of them are from the witcher #I was lazy and just grabbed one from the witcher and then was like hmmm yes more #I don’t feel like tagging all of them

[findroleplay]

❄️ 21+ college student, looking for new RPs! FxF, MxM, or MxF (with me as the M character).

hoping for some cute, fluffy, slice of life stuff. maybe something seasonal? going home for the holidays and having to fake-date your friend for your family to stop bothering you, or a classic "A fell first, B fell harder" where B decides that they're going to confess under the tree no matter what, or students working together on final projects who end up getting close during their study time together? there's lots of possibilities. it doesn't need to be seasonal, either. I'm up for any number of tropes, but I'm particularly in the mood for:

- friends to lovers

- childhood friends

- fake dating

- coworkers/peers in college (read: characters of the same or similar ages!)

- "unrequited" pining (from both sides, of course)

- opposites attract

- co-parenting and trying to figure it out together (adopting? babysitting a relative for the holidays?)

- a bit of hurt/comfort or angst, with heavy emphasis on the comfort

- just about any other cute character dynamic you might have in mind, I'm open to hear about it!

I don't mind throwing in additional stuff to keep things interesting, like a touch of modern fantasy or some family drama. I just need something lighthearted right now. I'm not looking for anything smut-heavy at the moment, so keep that in mind! I'm fine with including it later on if the plot calls for it, and I tend towards writing service tops or switches.

I write on discord, and my responses are literate to novella. I don't accept one-liners or only one to two paragraphs! I also don't use real life FCs. I'll work with either drawn FCs, or descriptions and aesthetics, depending on your preference.

additional note, since I'm kind of sick of this: if I message you about this and you give me one-word responses or aren't willing to help me plot, I will drop you! just tired of having to carry the entirety of plotting on my back. I want us to work together so we can gush about this plot and these characters together!

so that's the gist of it. if this interests you, drop a like and I'll come message you! ❄️

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#rp #roleplay #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp