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mrchiipchrome · 6 months

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New Girlfriend

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prompt 18. -Only I belong with you and only you babe.

prompt 20. -I hope you find peace for yourself, -New girlfriend ain’t gonna fill the void.

a/n: 1. I only know how to intrduce myself in Spanish, so excuse if it's wrong, 2. there's a list of prompts linked in my masterlist if you want to request:)

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3 years. You had just spent three damn years loving someone who was willing to chuck all that away in a second. Three wonderful years tarnished in the span of a minute, just because she decided that you weren’t enough for her.

Just because Alexia decided she was bored, of you and of your relationship.

When she just a week ago told you that you were done, over text nonetheless, you simply couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Everything was going so well, she hadn’t given you any indication of being unhappy whatsoever.

When the shock passed, the despair set in. What could you possibly have done to warrant being broken up with that way? Had you really been that bad of a girlfriend?

The thundering crack of your phone screen hitting the floor marks your breaking point, curling up into a ball on the floor and sobbing until nothing more comes out.

You’re not even surprised that she doesn’t return back to the shared apartment you once saw as your home, now everything was just a reminder of her and how she’d been yours only seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks before.

And no matter how much you cry, how much secretly wearing her hoodies tears a hole in your heart all over again, you know that she’s not yours anymore. You’ll never feel her feather light touch late at night again, never feel her lips pressing against yours again, never feel her nails scratching at your back.

Her new girlfriend was so much prettier than you, kinder eyes, glossier hair, better lashes, bigger tits, rounder ass. How could you ever compare to that?

Seeing her face everyday at training had you close to breaking down in tears, every look into your favorite pair of eyes bringing you that much closer to the edge.

The only way for you to not fold in two every single second you spend in her presence, is to outright ignore her.

Something she doesn’t take too kindly to.

Dragging your feet against the floor, you’re instantly reminded of how Alexia used to chastise you for doing that exact thing.

All of a sudden, you can feel your shoulder being pulled on harshly. Stumbling back into the body of the mystery person, you can feel the familiar curves under your fingertips, her fingers clutching painfully at your shoulder.

“Can we talk?” She rasps out, staring into your eyes with an indescribable amount of venom. The way she was looking at you, you’d think you were the one who broke up with her over text.

“No” Pulling your shoulder away from her iron vise grip, she doesn’t even get a glance in her direction.

“No te alejes de mi Y/n, you do not walk away from me.” Her thick spanish accent covers the english words, the once charming zing of her accent now only making you want to throw up.

“There’s nothing to talk about Alexia. You broke up with me over text, you didn’t even have the decency to look me in the eyes as you threw away 3 years.�� Now it was her turn to not look you in the eyes, turning her eyes down to the sidewalk.

“Say something then Alexia, that’s what you wanted to do right, talk.” You see how her lips move but no words come out, almost like she was expecting you to just lay down and admit defeat. Foolish of her.

“Good talk Alexia, I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh and, don’t forget to pick your things up from the apartment.” Turning on your heel, you feel her stare into the back of your head.

“Will you stop being so sour? I broke up with you a month ago, get over it!” She screams after you.

“Are you that far removed from reality Alexia? You think a MONTH heals your heart from being crushed?” You shoot back, in disbelief at her lack of knowledge of feelings.

“Dios mío Y/n, I hope you find peace for yourself” She tells you calmly, feelings spilling into her voice despite her attempt at composure.

“You do know that a new girlfriend ain’t going to fill the void right? She’s not going to love you like I do, like I did, she’s not going to be there for you like I was. When you realize that, you will come crawling back to me.” You spit back at her, equal amount of emotion in your voice as in hers.

When you turn away from her this time, you actually walk away from her and to your car, driving away from her and the argument.

That evening is spent drowning your sorrows in ice cream and Alexia’s old very expensive wine. She wouldn’t miss it, she’s got 1000 other things to worry about.

Foolishly, in your drunken stupor you decided that it was a brilliant idea to agree to a night out with the team…including Alexia.

The anticipation of that Sunday night created a lump of anxiety that sat uncomfortably in your stomach, growing like a balloon being blown up until it fully consumed you.

Foot tapping against the floor, you check your watch for the umpteenth time, fingers starting to fiddle with the buttons on your shirt. You were sure that the loose button would manage to come off before Pina and Patri would pull up, the two planning on getting drunk beyond recognition.

Sucking your teeth, you accidentally bite down on your tongue when you hear the loud noise of the car’s horn.

“HOLA Y/N” Patri shouts in your face directly after you’ve sat down in the backseat, the young girl reeking of alcohol.

“Someone’s already started the party, ey?” You get out through a hesitant chuckle, Pina meeting your eyes through the rearview mirror.

Without much fuss, you all get to the venue, though the ball of pure anxiety was settling in your throat uncomfortably. The confidence you had only days ago was long gone, nervous picking at your fingers showcasing that.

When you stepped foot in that bar, the smell of alcohol and far too strong perfume hit your nose, overwhelming all your senses.

Yet everything seems to calm as soon as you catch sight of your ex, simply put she looked out of this world.

No, you tell yourself, I can’t think of her like that anymore.

“Y/n/n let’s go to the bar, I need something to drink!” Pina close to shouts directly into your ear, the young girl clutching onto your right arm like her life depended on it.

You let yourself be pulled along by the two younger girls, setting your body down in one of the barstools, Pina and Patri each hanging off your shoulders. They each order their drinks, waiting for you to do the same.

“Just a coke please” The bartender sent you a quick wink before moving away, Thing 1 and Thing 2 ohhhh-ing loudly.

“Your drinks ladies!” The pretty bartender hands you the glasses, your coke still in its glass container. Before you leave to join your friends, the woman slides you a piece of paper, her number written on it.

The blush stays on your face all the way until you reach the large table, ready to put your bottle down on the table. It seems like a certain someone was waiting for you to rid yourself off it before pulling you away from the rest.

“Hey, leave me alone!” You shout, not having seen the face of your perpetrator, but the nails digging into your arm gave you a slight indication as to who it was.

Next thing you know, you’re being pushed up against a wall, familiar lips locking with your own. Alexia presses her body up against yours tightly, leaving as small of a space between your bodies as she could.

Pulling your lips away from hers, you quickly wipe your sticky lips.

“Alexia, what are you doing?” The absolute disbelief in your voice makes her look at you like you were stupid.

“I saw how that fucking bartender was hitting on you, I had to send her a message. Only I belong with you and only you amor” She’s got a smug smirk on her face, looking back at the stunned bartender.

“No, Alexia, you broke up with me. You don’t get to do that because we’re not together anymore, I am not yours Alexia. I can date and fuck whoever I want, and you can’t do anything about that and it’s your fault.”

Walking away from her, like you’d done only days before, she once again calls out for you.

“You were right, she wasn’t like you. I have no explanation for why I did what I did, but I just want to apologise, it wasn’t…fair of me.” Her pauses between some of the words show how she’s truly trying her best to apologise.

“I want you back Y/n” You couldn’t even lie to her, say that you didn’t want to get back together, because it was the only thing you’d been thinking about these last few weeks.

Sighing, you look at your watch, before taking her hand and pulling her out of the doors. The cold evening air nips at your skin as you start to talk.

“You broke me Ale, and it’s going to take awhile to make up for that. If we’re getting back together then it’s on my terms, okay?” Alexia nods vigorously, she’d clearly do anything to get you back.

“Can I kiss you?” The timidness in her voice has you close to awwww-ing, leaning back against the brickwall while Alexia leans against the railing parallel to you.

Her intense gaze stays on you as you rest your head back against the cold hardened clay, exhaling through slightly chapped lips. The cloud that forms in the air presents the contrast between the warmth of your body and the cold of the night.

“That’s all I want” This time your lips lock in a calm dance, all the feelings of sorrow and longing being expressed in a single kiss.

"How about we get out of here?” Her hands lay flat against your chest, fiddling slightly with the material of your shirt. A slight chuckle escapes you, making Alexia look up at you through her eyelashes.

“Oh, amor I’m driving Thing 1 and Thing 2 home. I promised them I’d stay over at their place and take care of them after.” You kiss her hairline as she herself chuckles.

Wrapping your arms around her waist, she places her head on your chest, the vibrations of the tune you were humming sending her heart into overdrive.

“But we could stay out here for a while instead, I like having you back in my arms.” The only response you get is a kiss pressed to the column of your neck.

It would take a while for Alexia to get you back, it didn’t matter if it took 10 days or 10 years, as long as she got you back.

#woso #woso x reader #barcelona femeni #woso imagines #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

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pawnshoppeblues6 · 1 month

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favorite shops for coquette clothes that aren’t brandy/ deserve more hype:

Moonkissed Collective (Graphics)

RomanticBlue (Baby Tees)

A24 Shop (Priscilla 2023/ other film merchandise)

Steve Madden (Heels)

Dr Martens (Mary Janes, Oxfords, etc)

Eastland (Saddle Shoes)

Glossier (Hoodies)

ShopLanaDelRey (Lana merch)

Garage (Pants)

Soft Lana @/shopsoftlana (Sleepwear sets/ camis)

YANAS @/shopyanas (Baby Tees and tops)

Bonne Chance Collections (Dresses/Skirts)

Converse (Sneakers obvi)

also never underestimate the power of shopping sustainably! eBay, Poshmark, Vinted, Mercari, Depop etc. are amazing ways to find adorable vintage or secondhand clothing, as well as etsy to support various small businesses :)

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streetstylis · 5 months

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100+ That Girl Wishlist Ideas

1. Fashion Wishlist

First on my list are those dreamy pink sneakers. Picture the New Balance 550 in bubblegum* or the Adidas Forum Low in pink*.

Absolute must-haves.

And who can resist the classic Uggs?

From the standard brown ones to the platform style* and the adorable pink ones with bows*, they're winter essentials. Pair them with leg warmers for an extra cozy vibe, and you've got a cute winter outfit.

Ralph Lauren sweaters, white tops with bows, and grey yoga pants are also on my radar. Just like light pink gym outfits like the pink pilates princess style.

Off-the-shoulder sweaters are making a comeback, and I'm eyeing a pink one for a chic winter look. Of course, the Victoria's Secret PJs are a cozy addition to any wish list. Glossier's hoodie, tweet jackets or sets, and clothes adorned with bows (a TikTok and Pinterest trend) are some more fashion picks.

Flare jeans, pink Brandy sweats, lace tops, and anything from Skims* are also on my wish list this year. Victoria's Secret's new robe and Korean skincare products are a definite yes. Pimple patches, especially the Hello Kitty ones, are both practical and adorable.

2. Makeup Wishlist

Now, let's talk makeup.

Dior, Romand, Glossier, Innisfree, and liquid glitter eyeshadow are essentials. A good face sunscreen* is a skincare must-have, and skincare headbands add a touch of luxury to your routine. I'm eyeing Philosophy's shower gels and considering a beauty calendar for added fun.

3. Accessories Wishlist

Tiffany bracelets, Pandora charms, Vivian Westwood jewelry, and hair bows are all making it to my wish list. Handbags, shoulder bags, and crossbody bags—yes, please. And let's not forget a cute wallet and pearl necklaces. A gold bracelet stack is a trendy choice.

Chunky scarves, cute gloves, and ear warmers are essential for staying warm, while Victoria's Secret slippers add a touch of luxury to lazy days. Cute keychains, hair accessories like pearl headbands, and a pink yoga mat are also on my list.

For More, Read:

#pink pilates princess #pink aesthetic #pink moodboard #girly things #pink pilates girl #pinkcore #pastel pink #soft pink #just girly things #pink uggs #ugg boots aesthetic #ugg boots #uggs #wishlist

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luveline · 1 month

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I feel the glossier hoodies are pretty true to size!! I got a medium (I’m typically a small) and it’s perfectly baggy and slightly oversized on me!! Very comfy and soft too 🥰🥰

hoodies are so difficult to shop for 😭 I want it to be a bit baggy but I don’t want to look engulfed by it haha

#jade's asks #ily

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voguebleue · 4 months

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just witnessed shawn mendes buy a hoodie at the glossier store in LA

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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saw that one gavi style account today, only to find out that i own the exact same green jacket (that he wore to the game), same brand and everything. I literally had to run and check my closet but yeah, and i know that it's not a very unique piece, but it makes me really happy idk

I felt this!!! I have the pink glossier hoodie that timothee chalamet wore once and it literally makes me so happy, so I think you’re valid. It’s like something that’s a little connection between y’all 🥰

#gavisuntiedboot #gavisuntiedbootasks

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slowlivinggirlie · 8 months

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Pms mood. Prescription retinol and glossier rich moisturizer, baby pink oversized hoodie, vanilla chamomile and peppermint tea, and watching friends.

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starlitangels · 2 years

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Better. Happier. Brighter.

This is the first time Caelum has gotten his own solo fic from me, rather than featuring in something that mainly involved all the D.A.M.N. boys or at least Gavin. 1.6k words

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The tune that left my lips on a whistle stopped abruptly. I halted in my tracks. Backed up two steps. Leaned a little. Peered into the bathroom.

Turning fully, I stepped inside, flipping on the light and stripping off my academy hoodie.

I didn’t even recognize myself.

I mean, my face was mostly the same as it used to be. But... it wasn’t.

I looked healthier. My skin wasn’t as... wan as it used to be. The bags under my eyes were still there, but less noticeable. My eyes weren’t as sunken as they’d once been.

I dug my phone out of the pocket of my jeans and scrolled back to the earliest pictures I had of myself in my cloud drive from right before I left home to come to Dahlia. The washed out undertone of my skin... the way my clothes bagged as I desperately tried to hide myself in every way possible... the way I slouched behind other people to be out of the way...

When had I changed? Why hadn’t I realized it?

I scrolled through the cloud storage to the end of my first semester at D.A.M.N.—a goofy selfie I’d sent to Damien of me posing in front of my computer screen showing I’d aced the final for our Psychokinetic Manipulatory Studies class.

Still unhealthy. Still wan. Still buckling under the weight of Vega’s looming threat and the aftermath of what Kody had done to me and how he’d acted afterward.

But improving a little. My face wasn’t as gaunt. Eyes not as sunken.

I scrolled again. The end of my second semester at D.A.M.N., closing out my first year.

A group picture—taken using Psychokinesis—of all my friends at the party I’d hosted. Me, sandwiched between Gavin, Huxley, Damien, and Lasko, my other school friends that I wasn’t as close to loosely grouped around the outside.

I wasn’t as washed out in my skin tone. I wore clothes that actually fit instead of bagging. My face was fuller. My smile wider.

I was happy.

I turned off my phone and met the eyes of my reflection. How different I was even from the photo of last year to now. I would probably never have as toned a body as Gavin, Damien, or Huxley, but my body looked better than it had. I stood straighter. My skin was... not glowing, but not dull and washed out. It had the shine of health. My fingernails didn’t break as easily anymore. My hair was glossier. Thicker. Fuller.

How had anyone ever assumed I was okay back then? How had I assumed I was okay back then?

That person I was—unhealthy, unhappy, breaking under the strain—had shaped who I’d become. But they weren’t me anymore. I was someone new.

Rip! “You’re confused—what’s wrong?” a familiar voice asked. I whirled to see Caelum standing in the doorway to the bathroom, eyebrows tilted and big eyes wider than usual with concern.

I smiled and reached up to ruffle his curls. “Nothing buddy,” I said. “I was just looking at old pictures and realizing that I look a lot different. Hug?”

I’d barely gotten the word out when he was shoving himself into my embrace. I smiled and held onto him tight, rocking him back and forth. “Your hugs are still the best,” he mumbled into my shoulder. “I don’t care how different you look. I mean, I think you still look the same.”

“But better,” I said.

He nodded, the point of his horn nearly getting caught in my T-shirt seam. “Yeah. Better. Happier. Brighter,” he agreed.

“Do you know why?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“Because of you.” I ruffled his hair again. He giggled.

“Me?”

“Yeah. You convinced me to move to Dahlia. You told me I should go to the academy. So, all of this happened because of you. I’m happier than I’ve been in years, because you told me I could be. I met Gavin, Lasko, Huxley, and Damien because I came here. I have love and family and friends and the promise of a life really worth living ahead of me. And all of that?” I booped his nose with my fingertip. “It’s because of you. Because you knew there was a better way for me to be happy.”

Caelum buried his face in my shoulder again. I just held him tight, twisting slightly back-and-forth in a soft rocking motion. Caelum was soft. Always had been. He wore soft sweaters that were always too big on him, giving him sweater paws where the sleeves were two inches past his fingers, and even though he was a skinny little kid—whatever that meant for a daemon—his bones weren’t uncomfortable to hug.

“I’m happy that you’re happy,” he said, face squished against my shoulder.

“Thanks, buddy,” I said. “C’mon. I’m glad you’re here. I was gonna make cookies. Wanna help?”

He perked up, nearly smacking me in the face with his horn as he straightened out of the hug. “Yes! Cookies! I love cookies! Race ya to the kitchen.”

I chased him to my kitchen. Sometimes when he said that, he’d just rift. Today was a day when he scampered. I’d never seen Caelum run. He was too... clumsy for that. Like his limbs were longer than he knew what to do with. Kinda like Lasko. Lasko was barely an inch taller than Damien’s solid 6′, but he always acted like he didn’t realize how far his hands were from his shoulders. Knocking his elbows into everything all the time. Caelum was similar.

By the time I got to the kitchen, he was rifling around in my bottom drawer. From which he extracted a pair of hot pink aprons. He threw one at me in his haste to get his own over his head. I pulled mine on—the bright white Hug the Cook letters still pristine down the front—and was in the process of tying it when he groaned. “Silly, heeellllllp!”

I looked up.

In the two seconds I’d looked away, he’d somehow managed to tangle the looped strap at the top of the apron around both his horns. In his attempts to get it off, he was making it worse.

“Caelum—buddy—Caelum—stop,” I said, approaching. He couldn’t see me with the front of the apron covering his face, so I had to grab his skinny shoulders and hold him still. “Hold still.” Thankfully, he listened to me. “Put your arms down, bud. I’ll get this untangled.

He dropped his arms from where he’d been trying to get the strap off his horns.

Sticking my tongue between my lips in concentration—a trait I’d picked up from Caelum over the years—I started to detangle the strap from the curves of his horns.

I made sure to be gentle. Four years of knowing Caelum had taught me that if something pulled on his horn, it was at least uncomfortable—if not painful. “Just hang on, Caelum. I got this. You’re okay. Tell me if anything hurts, got it?”

“Got it.” He shuffled a little bit on his feet, but otherwise held fairly still.

Finally, I freed his horns and carefully lowered the strap over his head. He was beaming as I revealed his face past the apron. He laughed.

“You did it!”

“Of course, buddy. Anything for my family.”

He turned pink under his freckles. “Awww. Can I get a hug?”

He hadn’t even finished the sentence when I opened my arms for a hug. He pushed himself into my embrace, holding on so tight it was like he never wanted to let go.

I never wanted to let him go either. He’d become my family—the sweet, innocent, kind younger brother I’d never had. Who also happened to be an extremely powerful daemon who was too young to know the depth of his magic.

“Cookies?” I asked.

Caelum perked up. “Yes! What kind?”

“Chocolate chip? Or should we make cookies with cake mix?”

His pink eyebrows lowered over his purpley eyes. “H... how... how do you make cookies with cake mix?”

I beamed. “C’mon, I’ll show you.” I tugged him over to my pantry and pulled out a box of cake mix. “Wanna get out a mixing bowl, buddy?”

“Yep!” He spun and went looking through my cupboards.

I smiled as I watched him. Every word I’d said to him was true. He was the reason I’d found my new family—and he was part of it. I was happier than I’d ever been. I’d changed so much. I was still the scared humanborn he’d woken up one random morning all those years ago, but now I’d grown into my powers, and my confidence. None of it would have been possible without him. Gavin had told me once that my being able to see Caelum helped Caelum more than I could ever know, but Caelum had helped me more than he could ever know, too.

I sniffed and let a single tear fall from my eye. A happy tear.

Caelum turned around, meeting my eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

I opened my arms again. He rushed to me—dropping the mixing bowl he’d found with a clatter—and slammed into a hug. “I love you, buddy,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” he said, voice muffled by my shirt fabric.

“You’ve made me so happy. I’m so much better than I used to be. And it’s because of you. Thank you, Caelum.”

He snuggled under my chin. “You make me happy too, silly. I’m really happy that I know you.”

“Me too.” You saved me, Caelum. You saved me. You don’t know what that means to someone like me. You’re family. I don’t know what would have happened to me without you. I sniffed again and squeezed. “Now. Let’s make some cake cookies, yeah?”

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Freelancer #Freelancer #Redacted Caelum #my precious bean baby son #finally gets a solo fic #Starlit Fic

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