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Ana telling Mariana she's in love with her and that whole fight/rejection scene was painful enough but then to have the microphone ON for everyone else to hear?
#honestly shed a tear#im team ana#everything she said to mariana was RIGHT#madre solo hay dos#maryana#S03E05
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who let me cook causw im never doing it again
#if someone steals the entire team color for color and everythin youre not silay…..#but im very proud for what ive done to them#mother 1#earthbound beginnings#pony town#ninten mother 1#lloyd mother 1#loid mother 1#ana mother 1#teddy mother 1#i fr spent all day doing these four. why…..#AND OF COURSE TEDDY WAS THE HARDEST#i actually did ninten last though because i already had a version of him#i just didnt like it and i wanted to remake it
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STARS au leon and rebecca would be friends
#i had to kick out richard aiken from bravo for this#im so sorry richard i just couldnt deal with the uneven teams#and i liked everyone elses hobbies more than yours#sorry#i hope you have a wonderful life free from the horrors of the spencer mansion incident#leon s kennedy#rebecca chambers#rebhfun#resident evil#but yeah i think bc they're both super young and the “rookies” of bravo team they would be best friends#au involves them investigating irons and killing him btw#for those who care (me) (and my friend ana)
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Penelope Garcia would SO listen to Melanie Martinez
Tell me I’m wrong
#criminal minds#penelope garcia#bau team#i love my life 🥰🎀#im just a girl#melanie martinez#crybaby#k 12#portals#music#headcannons#writing#ana announces 😈
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I remember playing both Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Explorers of TIme and its updated third game Sky multiple times, so for this one I decided to draw one of the teams that most interested me since I dont remember which team specifically I used in EoT vs EoS.
I remember playing Phanpy on two different occasions, and have a note in my phone indicating Hihri (who was my Phanpy) had a partner named Martha, but I dont remember what pokemon that was so I went with Link and Zelda, my Phanpy and Vulpix duo that I found by searching my Tumblr for pokemon art.
Vulpix has since become one of my favorite pokemon and Phanpy is an odd favorite I never expected to get attached to.
#pokemon#pokemon mystery dungeon explorers of time#pokemon mystery dungeon#my art#pmd#phanpy#vulpix#nintendo#Link and Zelda.. one of my many playthroughs#im gonna do the team I ACTUALLY remember when I do an illustration for explorers of sky#cuz I think I had the same team in both games#forcing the same team for nostalgias sake is pretty funny though#cant complain since both my pmd dx playthroughs I intentionally picked Skitty#and played Skitty twice in pmd blue in childhood#cynthia and mittens my beloveds#and then Ribbon for pmd dx and my current skitty in pmd dx Ana#still not sure if im gonna do ana and bubby or ribbon and her partner for pmd dx fanart#i made two switch profiles so I still have ribbon who was my first pmd dx playthrough file
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I love the m2 references in m3 a whole lot but the lack of almost any specific m1 rep slays me
#theres Berry tofu and TECHINICALLY eight Melodies. that’s it. and the melodies aren’t even specific to m1 so who gaf#tbf I Love earthbound gameplay and story wise more. and it’ll always hold a special place in my heart bc it was the first mther I played#BUT. I did like the last couple hours of m1 a lot#also The George Maria & gigyas stuff went so hard it was good ok#ALSO TEDDY.#Idk why but I couldn’t attach myself to most of the mother 2 cast#only like ness and that’s it#teddy however. teddy is my goat#mother#mother 2#earthbound#mother 3#im the only mother 1 fan and I don’t even like 70% of it#nor is it even my favorite mother game. or my second favorite#I DID LIKW IT THOUGH#beggining is Rough. middle is fine. end is peak ((except for the area not tested who the fuck came up with that))#the best way to play m1 is with rewind features I’m being so fr#also anyone who played without the run button. you are stronger than the troops#in General I dont think ppl like m1 like at all.#Theres like 5 pieces of merch for it on the hobonichi store and 3 of them are buttons.#Theres also the towels but that barely counts#it sucks that I like the m1 team more but like. i want to see the m2 team do more !!!!!#i thought poo (metaphorically? spiritually?) giving up his arms went hard#I loved Paula’s hopefulness. i Love Jeff having a lot of self confiecene issues and his bf and the fact his dad kinda sucked#NAD I LOVE NESSSSSSS I LOVE NESS SO MUCH#but the m1 cast is given so much more flavor text it makes me kinda mad#ninten liking penguins and loving baseball. Ana refusing to dissect a frog. Lloyd being autistic af and THE EVERYTHING AROUND TEDDY???#Peak. absolutely Peak#genuinely if the gameplay was on par with m2 I think i would’ve enjoyed it more than m2 im being so foreal#also i Love magiciant in m2 but the calm version from m1 goes SO much harder and that’s also why it’s the one represented in smash dont@me
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i don’t know if i’m just over crime shows or if the reboot really isn’t working
#maybe it’s me that’s happened before in many instances of my life#but the dialogue feels SO AWKWARD#even between the team members#it used to be snappy and fun between them but it feels so forced now#expect garvez and that’s a testament to the actors and their chemistry#but the rest is so bland ????#and why are the scenes like 20 seconds. it gives 0 time for the scenes to properly develop#im literally watching just go pass the time 💀#not saying everything is bad and i hope they improve the characters individual stories as it goes but .. the overall tone just feels… akwar#anyway i’m done with my ramble#byeeee#criminal minds#ana! shut up#.txt
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i'm the world's worst killer in dbd I can never kill a steve and now I can't kill Laurie and in tcsm if I see Ana I'm throwing
#not rly with the ana part because Im on a TEAM BUT!!! IM NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!#tbd#all that glitters is not silver (ooc)
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man. hate to say it but i finished karma files and idk how i feel about it
#its very impressively done like the gameplay is great and i like most of the new lore#but… god i kinda… dont like the whole thing with the renegade route having already happened before no matter what you do#like whether you already had a file or not#because now characters learn and we hear all these people talk about what a fucking asshole we are#and like… thatd be welcome if i DID do a renegade route. ik im planning one rn#but it just feels strange and confusing with not only one more alternate timeline but the world hates you#cause apparently ‘’we’ve betrayed them before’’ when like. i havent done shit yet my guy!#idk it just feels weirdly guilt trippy for the route where you do as many things possible to help people#idk like. maybe if it was a different interceptor entirely thatd be interesting? like if crescent somehow led to the bad timeline#and bc of that experience the world is starting to crumble and rely on you#and you can either save or destroy them#as of now im just. ??????? at all of it and not in a good way#again no hate to the team or anything like again this had to be a shit ton of work and thats impressivr. the story just rubs me the wrong wa#way#echoed voice#rejuv lb#the ana sidequest also felt nice but V getting misgendered constantly kinda took the fun out of it for me
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not over the audacity of cancelling pve and then charging people for chunks of it
#fanboys dni#'permanently after' well i SURE HOPE SO#the fact a person's only choice *is* to buy the bundle is sooo greedy but im not surprised#also no skin is worth $20#i feel like a lot of ovw1 fans tend to play out of habit at this point#like if they deleted ana from the game i might uninstall she's the most fun hero to play for me lmao#if they sold just the mission packs for like $5 maybe i'd consider it#but i'll never shill out cash for a skin they're so grossly overpriced. dont wanna enable this shit 💀#ftr i didnt even care about pve like i wanted more story but i... im happy w pvp but itS The PRIncIPLE#i feel bad for the dev team man#xangoeswah
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if you’re playing ana and you keep getting sniped by pharah the entire match, with no help from your team despite pointing her out, i find it helps if you go into chat and try to play the mom guilt card ;u;
#it's happened enough for me to use the joke more than once#instantly lightens the mood and also feels funny#like i said before i really have to get better at 1v1 ing with all supports#ooof#but yeah fareeha how could you xD#it's like i feel extra protective like 'oh no i gotta do good' when im playing ana#and we have a pharah on our team#can't let the daughter down!#overwatch#alyson plays overwatch
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sorry to talk about overwatch in 2023 but. i hate mauga so goddamn much.
#ovw#my posts#I don’t like playing with him. I don’t like playing against him. I hate being forced to pocket him. I hate being forced to counter him.#and I HATE that mercy is nearly unplayable meta wise when he’s around. that’s my girl. pls don’t make me aim.#got so tilted at his existence in a random qp match that I had to log off and go take a shower. anyway.#like. im a plat level player. the meta should not have nearly this much effect on the outcome of my games. let alone quick play games.#AND YET.#I hate this man. I don’t play Kiriko and I’m a shit ana. how tf am I meant to be a good support this season.#please just let me play mercy overwatch team.#I don’t care if she’s useless at high level. but if she’s not available at plat something is wrong.#my only saving grace is that I’ve been able to have fun in comp bc he’s not there. but he’s coming. and I’m scared#also I know he’s gonna get nerfed but his kit is so bloated that I just know he’s still gonna be a nightmare anyway.
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stubborn
r has a hidden relationship with one of the team physios, but texts from an unknown number reveal she's being used and alexia isn't happy about it.
warnings - 18+ MDNI suggestive smut themes, stalker texts, angst
words - 2996
part 2
my phone pinged.
unknown number : she’s taking advantage of you, she’s done this with other people and she knows you’ll say good things about her to other staff so she’ll keep her job
i furrowed my eyebrows, surely this wasn’t a text for me? the number wasn’t saved in my phone and i had no texts from them before.
me : i think you may have the wrong number
i shut my phone off without thinking about it much after that, i knew it wasn’t for me but i very much felt sorry for the person it was intended for.
i pushed myself up off the sofa to get myself ready for the evening training session, as nice as it was to train when it wasn’t as scorching hot, though i still preferred morning sessions. i stepped into my bathroom, standing in front of the mirror to slick my hair back into a ponytail, doing the same hairstyle i did most days. all of a sudden a pair of arms wrapped around my waist as i began brushing my hair, causing me to smile at the contact.
“we could do this every morning” she whispered before placing a peck on my neck, instantly having a calming effect on me, though it didn’t last long, “if you changed clubs”.
my face dropped and my body tensed up, she knew how much i hated this conversation and yet she never saw how ridiculous it was to ask me to leave a club like barcelona just for a casual fling to become something more.
“mhm” i couldn’t say anything more, no matter how many times i tried, she would never actually listen to the words that were leaving my mouth. i was constantly fighting a losing battle.
“don’t be like that” she said, dropping her arms from me and stepping back. “this is my job just as much as it is yours, why should i risk my career so you can play football for another year at the ‘best club in the world’ before you go back to a half decent club”, her argument was stupid, but the audacity to use air quotes when referring to barcelona as the best club in the world stung. since we met i would always talk about how playing for barca was my dream, and how excited i was to be living that everyday, she knew exactly what this club meant to me.
she leant against the bathroom door, staring me down, waiting for me to fight back and challenge the hurtful words she spewed at me, but she made it clear that she didn’t respect me and i was getting tired trying to gain a half-arsed apology from a person like her.
“ana” i took a deep breath “if that’s how you feel then that’s okay, but i won’t be looking for a transfer just to please you” i sighed, continuing to put my hair back, “you know what this means to me”.
she rolled her eyes, “im not doing this, it’s always about what it means to YOU and never to us” she dramatically flung her arms in the air but i knew to stay quiet to avoid the same fight repeating itself. “you’re going to put me in a bad mood for work again, and don’t you dare think about going to isabel for a massage during recovery” with that she picked up her bag and left for work.
peace and quiet, finally.
i finished getting ready before grabbing my bag and heading down to my car, normally i’d go to training with keira, but she’d been out all morning so i assumed i’d be meeting her there. as i sat in my car i checked my phone, assuming it would just be a couple of texts i wouldn’t need to pay any mind to.
unknown number : this is y/n, isn’t it?
me : yes? why?
unknown number : i know you’re with ana, she’s taking advantage of you. you aren’t the only person she’s with and she’s done this with multiple girls before you
my eyes widened.
me : who is this? how do you know this?
unknown number : i’ve been watching you, ive seen you leaving training together. i hate the way she looks at you and the way she touches you during recovery, it makes me sick.
i know she doesn’t give you what you deserve. i wouldn’t keep you hidden like this.
i could give you so much more, i’d never hurt your pretty heart like this.
i sat in my car, not wanting to move, i couldn’t care less about it being Ana or that i was receiving slightly stalker-like but somewhat hot texts from a random person, but i did care that i’d been used for someone else’s advantage. i knew i couldn’t let it go on any longer, not just so it would benefit her career and ruin mine. i swiped onto ana and i’s messages.
me : i’ll talk to you after work but we aren’t doing this anymore
ana : don’t be like that, it was just a silly argument this morning, i’ll talk to you at work
me : can you read? i said after work. we aren’t doing this anymore, find someone else.
i closed my phone and blasted music as i drove, assuming it would help re-centre my focus before i got to training, i couldn’t have something like this affect my performance. as i pulled into the car park i took a minute to collect my thoughts, somehow i had to remain professional but how could i when all that was swirling around my mind was finding out i was being fucked over and stalked in the same day.
i finally got out of my car, grabbing my stuff as i headed towards the door.
“alanna! stop ignoring my texts” i heard a small shout from behind me, i knew it was ana but i wasn’t about to give her the time of day.
“what’s that about?” cata asked, standing at the door, clearly waiting for me to catch up to her.
“we were sleeping together, not anymore though” i said blatantly, i had mentioned i was seeing someone but i never gave any more details than that, the only person who knew the true picture was keira but that was only because we lived together.
“woah, i didn’t expect that” cata said, standing still for a moment, assumingly trying to process the information, as i continued to walk to the locker rooms. she quickly caught up to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder, “im here if you want to talk about it, but not if you wanna test out your advanced spanish, thats way too painful” she added, with a small laugh, causing me to laugh too.
we walked into the changing room, which was already filled with our fellow teammates, i quickly greeted them before heading to my cubby to put my stuff down, giving myself a minute to sit down and check my phone.
unknown number : you look so good today. dios mios the things i’d do to you…
i quickly looked around the room to see if anyone was on their phone, no one was, all the girls were engaged in conversations with each other or had already left to go to the training pitch. i put my head in my hands for a minute, my attempts to refocus had failed. i wanted to wait until i was the last one in there, either so i could scream or cry, with no one else around.
“habla con ella ale, tu eres la capitana” cata mumbled, trying to be quiet enough that i wouldn’t hear, but she was never very good at being quiet.
“no quiero hacerla sentir peor” alexia mumbled back “nosotras no estamos tan cerca después del incidente” she added.
the ‘incident’ was a very drunk champions league after party, which ended with alexia and i finding our way to the club bathroom to make out. we somehow made it back to her flat together, and whilst we didn’t sleep together, we certainly got close to, so close that we woke up naked. i didn’t regret anything about that night, not the drunken flirting, the incredibly close dancing or the bathroom make out session, i didn’t even regret making it back to her flat and taking off each other's clothes before we passed out. i regretted how i dealt with the situation, but i knew alexia held that same guilt too.
they continued mumbling between themselves as i reached for my phone to text this unknown person.
me : can you send me some kind of proof? for some reason i believe you, i just want to see it with my own eyes
moments after i hit sent, a phone within the locker room pinged. alexia’s phone. i didn’t think anything of it, she was one of the biggest names in women’s football, her phone was constantly going off.
as i put my phone back into my bag i noticed cata had left, leaving just me and alexia alone in the locker room. she was stood in front of me, maybe 6 feet away, one hand rubbing the back of her neck as her eyes darted about the room, making me realise just how awkward the situation was. then the realisation hit, this was the first time we had been alone in a room together since the incident, at least we were fully clothed.
“ale, you don’t have to do this” i said, standing up so there wouldn’t be the awkward tension that happens when someone is looking down on you.
“i’m your captain, i should be here for you if you need someone to talk to” alexia said, meeting my eyes.
whilst things had been awkward between us for the last couple of months, we actually hadn’t seen each other much, i was back home, playing a couple of games for england but ale was representing spain in the olympics, so we never really got the chance to talk about things.
“it’s just something personal, honestly it means nothing, you don’t have to worry about me capi, i’ll be focused” i awkwardly shuffled the bracelet around my wrist and forced a smile.
“i’m not worried about you being focused nena, y/n im worried about you being okay”
my name rolled off her tongue like it was made for her to say, so perfect and effortless as if english wasn’t her second language yet it was like hearing an angel. she never really knew the soft spot i had for her. before that night, we were close, of course people thought we were together and some of the girls would joke about it, but in reality we just enjoyed each other’s companies. she made me a better person and i challenged her in every aspect, especially when it came to who could cook a better paella. it was always her, but i enjoyed teasing her about it.
“someone i trusted was using me, that’s all, it was nothing serious but it just hurt so i’m in a bit of a shit mood, so if you’ll excuse me i’m going to train” i said, adjusting my socks as i headed towards the door.
but all it took was one very quick, and smooth, movement from alexia for her to be standing in front of the door.
“who” she asked so simply yet her eyes had shifted, they seemed darker, the eye contact she held was so intense yet i couldn’t escape it.
“you wouldn’t know them” i said, my breath hitched slightly, realising how close we were stood to each other, yet i don’t think she realised.
“ahora no es el momento de ser terco” she responded, huffing at me slightly “give me a name”.
“i’m the stubborn one?” i questioned, my eyebrows raising as i got irritated “you wouldn’t know stubborn if it hit you in the face. you’re so much more stubborn than me, everything happened and every time i tried to make things right you ignored my calls and my texts, i had to show up to your door just to be told you wanted space. i flew to france to watch you play and all the other girls came over but you, that hurt ale because the only person i really wanted to come over was you” tears threatening to spill from my eyes as i spoke “you are so stubborn alexia putellas, i tried to fix this but you were the one stopping that, so don’t act like you want to protect me all of a sudden” i added, tears now rolling down my face.
alexia took a step back and took a minute before attempting to speak, but i quickly cut her off.
“please, just go out to training, i’ll be there soon, i just need a minute” i said, with that she walked out the door leaving me in the locker room alone.
i took the time to compose myself before heading out to train, putting on a very fake but very convincing smile. at this point i needed the distraction and being on the pitch would offer me a retreat. i quickly apologised to pere blaming my lateness on a personal emergency before joining my group for training.
and to my joy, the distraction did work. by the end of training i was genuinely smiling and laughing as if nothing had happened at all. we all headed inside to recovery where i promptly made my way over to isabel, another team physio, knowing exactly how it would make ana feel. surprisingly, i was feeling extra flirty today, even if it was superficial..
“how can i help y/n?” she asked, as i perched myself on the edge of the table.
“my thighs please, they’re feeling quite tense after training, so i definitely need your magic hands to do some work” i said with a small smirk, laying down on the bed. i glanced over at ana who was working on cata on the table next to me, her face already showing the effect i was having.
“i can definitely put my magic hands to work” isabel said with a wink, before getting to work on my legs.
throughout the massage i showered her with flirty compliments, telling her good my legs felt after she worked on them and how she was the best with her hands. she knew i was doing it to rile up ana, yet it didn’t stop her in returning the flirty comments back to me.
“jesus ana, that hurts” i heard cata remark, turning my head to see a red mark on her leg where ana had gripped it too hard.
recovery was quickly over and surprisingly i felt a whole lot better. something about purposely making the person that used you intentionally angry felt like a release.i packed my things up and changed back into my normal clothes before heading out to my car, i hadn’t even made it half way across the parking lot before i heard my name being called.
“don’t walk away from me when i’m talking to you” ana called out, causing me to pause where i was standing and turn around.
“ana, i’m not doing this in public” i said, i wanted this to be over and i definitely didn’t want it to happen in front of my teammates.
“i told you i wouldn’t be impressed if you went to someone else in recovery, and i specifically said not isabel, so why are you acting like a whore now?” she questioned, raising her voice so anyone close by could hear.
“a whore?” i questioned, before shaking my head to refocus on the actual situation “i’m not doing this here, you can call me when you’ve calmed down” i added, turning around to walk away.
all of a sudden i felt a hand grip my arm and pull me back, making me lose my balance slightly, ana had gripped my arm so tight that her nails were beginning to grip into my arm.
“let go of me ana, you’re making a scene” i said, my chest getting heavy as i became aware of the amount of people who were around us, tears instantly started to form in my eyes as my anxiety increased.
“i’m not letting you leave until we talk about this” she said, refusing to let go of my arm.
“get off of her” mapi said, quickly dropping her bag and running over to us. the other girls, who were leaving training at the same time, weren’t far behind her as they all instantly diverted their attention to the situation.
ana was quick to drop my arm when she saw the attention she had gathered.
“this isn’t what it looks like, we were just having a conversation” ana said, trying her best to defend her actions.
“i think it’s best if you leave” cata said, before taking me by the shoulder and walking me towards my car.
whilst there was some distance between us, i could still hear a few of the girls interrogating ana, and she wasn’t doing a good job at defending herself.
“hey it’s okay, why don’t i come round for a bit and we can just sit and chill for a bit” cata said, giving me a reassuring smile, causing me to nod in response.
before getting in my car i looked back at ana to see a very heated conversation between her and alexia.
“you’ve taken advantage of her for too long now, go and pack your stuff, you won’t have a job to come back to” alexia said, her voice as clear as anything.
her words repeated in my head, i could’ve sworn i heard those words recently to describe this whole situation. the messages from that unknown person said i was being taken advantage of, the exact thing alexia said.
any spelling/grammar mistakes, please let me know x
#woso#woso community#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso oneshot#barcelona femeni#barcelona femeni x reader#barca femeni#fcb femení#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas fic#alexia putellas#alexia x reader
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I can totally see Shirley as an aggressive ally. When I think about Shirley being ally that gif pops up in my head from Derry Girls James or really any of those girls but his vibes really match Shirley's sometimes
Clare (the blond with bangs and a lesbian) is totally Carson 😆
So between all of the Peaches (as in, we get on-screen confirmation ) Jess, Lupe, Maybelle, Joey, and Shirley all know about Greta and Carson being queer (and/or also that they’re together)…but they don’t all know *who else knows*, and just I’m just losing my mind over the absolute comedy of errors that would unfold from them all (especially between queer-straight Peaches and straight-straight Peaches) trying to cover Carson and Greta without outing either of them.
Like Shirley going all-in on a Roommate Switching Situation again, but being super, overly obvious and dramatic about it, and Carson doesn’t know whether she’s grateful or wants to tear her hair out in embarrassment
#a league of their own#a league of their own series#a league of their own 2022#carson shaw#greta gill#aloto#shirley cohen#jess mccready#lupe garcia#maybelle fox#ana blair#and even#sergeant beverly#Bev#all know about them being together#i mean they were absolutely not subtle about it#despite all the rules Greta had#so the queer inclined or openminded girls#all knew#the rest of the team doesnt#but im sure as hell curious how they would navigate that in#season 2#most like the open secret route#but you know its still#1944#they can absolutely get into trouble for it and kicked out of the league#which for sure would jeopardise Gretas new job#anyways#enough rambling#amazon prime
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welcome to the party… as always enjoy loves <3 (pt. 1/4)
Friday 9:00 pm
I looked at myself in the mirror, my jaw dropping immediate as I turned to my proud best friend. My roommate Riley looked down at me.
“What do you think!” she asked smiling ear to ear.
Despite being somewhat of a girly girl, I never had a good sense of style. (thats where Riley comes in). Tonight when I heard we were going out to the bars I decided to let her get me ready. Turning back to the mirror I saw my long golden brown hair straightened reaching almost past my butt. My hair has always been one of my favorite things about me. She had also done my makeup, and had gone for a soft glam which suited me well. i never looked good with lots of makeup on. If anything i feel more confident without any at all.
“Do you the think the skirt is too much?” Riley says, snapping me back into reality. I scan my outfit. Im wearing the infamous “is this too much for a little bar in jersey..” top and i laugh to myself. Riley paired it with a jean mini skirt. Emphasis on mini.
“I like it” I smile up at her. Despite my smile sees right through me.
“But what” she asks, anticipating my reply.
“Don’t you you think i look like a..” I trail off, “a whore?” Don’t get me wrong i loved the outfit, but being blessed as a C cup and having a good ass on me made me worried about what people would think if they saw me in this outfit. I loved playing volleyball at Uconn, and being one of the shortest players to go D1 at 5”1. It was one of my biggest accomplishments.
Im not one to brag but I do have a pretty good body. I have a toned stomach from hours of being im the gym, and a good ass from weight training with my teammates. I just didnt want anybody to get the wrong idea about me based off of my outfit.
“Ana, dont worry about it. If anyone has something to say about the way you look tonight, then they can talk to me first.” Riley reassured me. Her confidence is something i only wish i could have. I took a deep breath and gave her a hug.
“Thans ry. By the way i love this outfit. 10/10, chefs kiss.” I do a little spin for her showing a full 360 of the outfit.
Riley hypes me up before grabbing my hand and taking me into the kitchen of our small apartment. Its not much, but its nice to live off campus. I watch her grab the fireball from the kitchen counter as she flashes me a smile.
as shes pouring me a shot i secretly pray to not get alcohol poisoning tonight. Tonight was one of the biggest going out days at Uconn, especially because the woman’s basketball team had just won the big east tournament. I wonder if the team would be out at teds tonight.
“Ready?” I get pulled out of my delusion to see Riley handing me the shot. I throw it back and immediately feel the burning in my throat reaching for a caprisun as a chaser.
“Shit its 9:30 already and we cant miss the pre game come on!” Riley grabs me by the hand and rushes us out the door.
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“Who’s dorm are we going to again?” I ask basically screaming over the Drake blasting in Rileys car.
“Remember that girl Azzi I had cognitive science with?” She looks at me. “Her and some of her friends are going to Teds tonight too and invited us to pregame with them.”
I feel anxiety wash over me. “But Riley she doesn’t even know me! And you know how i get… I’m not good at socializing or meeting new people.”
“Don’t worry she told me i could bring a friend, and shes exited to meet you and introduce you to her friends. I promise it’ll be fun, they are all nice girls.”
We park next to her building, getting out of the car to walk up to her dorm together.
I fix my hair and bit my lip anxiously waiting for Azzi to answer the door. What am i getting myself into?
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🎀IM SORRY FOR BLOWING UP YOUR INBOX! But Val/Vox(idrc which one) x Anorexic Daughter Reader?🎀
PLEASE READ BEFOREHAND
Hi Friend,
You’re not blowing up my inbox- I keep every request in a google doc and when inspo hits I work on it! If I ever decide I won’t do a request I won’t just delete it- I’ll post and say it directly <3
Preface for this work:
I’m considered a plus sized equestrian/plus sized human. Eating disorders come in all shapes, sizes and issues. I believe it’s Blythe Barid who said “If you develop an eating disorder when you are already thin to begin with you go to the hospital. If you develop an eating disorder when you are not thin to begin with, you are a success story.”
Stories like these are based on my own experiences and issues- and on this topic, I’ve had quite a few. Please remember that all bodies are worthy of love and respect, care and concern. It's a tough concept to wrap our heads around, and admittedly I still struggle with it.
A little background info:
ED’s are a huge part of my writing that I haven’t published. Ana and Mia are characters I have created (or maybe my own food issues created them). Either way, they’re separate entities for separate stories- demons that I imagine have their own place in hell as well as in my writings (all of which have been in existence far longer than Hazbin). That being said, naming your ED is something I did and I have done. Even for the purpose of writing this story, the entire thing felt wrong without Ana running the behind the scenes.
With this one I tried to pain the pain, the anger and frustration behind that never feeling good enough feeling. I would be open to doing part two if folks would be interested. Please also know I’ve written on this topic in several other forms if you explore my masterlist (or I can directly send you the links if you PM me).
<3 Mandy
I stepped on the bathroom scale and looked at the number that flashed below. The words of my coach echoed in my mind- I needed to lose the summer weight, or else I would be benched for the rest of the season. She had helpfully provided me with a journal to keep track of my weight, what I ate in a day, activities I did and how many calories I burned in accordance with my VoxTech watch.
A month ago, I had met her goal, thus ending the weekly weigh-ins. According to her, I had lost enough weight to maintain my place on the team. It was on me now to make sure that I maintained that weight, or lost more. In her exact words, you could never be too skinny.
“Bebita? Breakfast,” my fathers voice called from the hallway. “Come on, before it gets cold.”
The number told me I hadn’t gained weight, but I hadn’t lost weight either. I picked my backpack up and slung it over my shoulder.
“Sorry, Dad! I’m late! I’ll eat at school, I promise,” I answered back as I rushed out the door.
Surely skipping breakfast wouldn’t hurt.
Skipping breakfast turned into skipping lunch. Skipping lunch turned into avoiding dinner. Sugar free jello and skinny pop became my go to snacks as the numbers in my book slowly but surely began to get smaller. Somewhere, a little voice inside my head began to cheer my successes on the scale. Over time, I learned that she had a name.
Ana. My secret diet partner. My invisible cheerleader. The willpower I needed to keep going on the hardest days. And most importantly, someone who paid attention to me,
With each passing day, Ana grew louder. She encouraged me to keep my diet a secret from my family. After all, they wouldn’t understand. Pleasing her, it became almost like an addiction- a game I played with myself to see just how little I could become. Food became nothing more than numbers, an obsession that consumed every minute, every second of my thoughts and desires.
In my household, it wasn’t hard to keep it to myself. Hell, one could argue that I wasn’t technically even keeping it a secret. My father had a very important job, after all. And my Auntie Velvette and Uncle Vox also wouldn’t have had the opportunity to make the connection. A quick, I ate earlier, sorry! And I got off scott free. Ana cheered with each no thank you I uttered. My head between my knees after practice had become a ritualistic practice. Waiting for the black spots to fade, taking deep breaths to try to regain the energy to stand up and walk out to the awaiting limo. It wasn’t like there was anyone waiting at home for me anyway.
On the daily, I kept a careful eye on my voxtech watch. The first time my blood sugar dropped, I got a call from Vox. Paniced waves rushed through me. A suggestion from Ana to bribe to a friendly tech demon. A brief trade later, I had constant vitals being sent from my watch, my real ones hidden behind a password. With this newfound freedom, outside of homework and practice, my time normally devoted to hobbies or hanging out with friends became time to sleep. After all, I was working on the perfect body. I needed my rest.
For almost six months, Ana and I were best friends.
Saturday morning. Game day. One of the busiest days for my father. After all, lust and depravity raked through the weekends like wildfire. Or at least, that was what he claimed. I stood in front of the mirror trying desperately to tighten the drawstring
“Hey bebita?” I heard my fathers voice call from the hallway. “Baby, are you up?”
“Yeah, Dad. I have a game today,” I snapped as I tied another knot in the string.
Why the fuck wouldn’t these stupid shorts stay up? I fumed to myself. Every part of my body ached, and even yanking on my shorts sent black spots and exhaustion rushing through my body. I leaned my head against the mirror and tried to take a deep breath. I could do this. I had to do this.
The next thing I heard was my fathers voice, felt his hand shaking my shoulder. It took every ounce of energy to open my eyes.
“Bebita? Reader, can you hear me?” Valentino asked frantically. “Princessa, wake up, now!”
“I’m fine,” I muttered as loudly as I could. Somehow, I managed to push myself upright.
“You most certainly are not fine,” he replied sharply. “I’m taking you downstairs to the doctor, right now.”
Doctor. That meant I would miss the game. No, I had an obligation to my teammates. Somewhere in my head, Ana screamed.
Get up, fatass!
You really want to fuck this up for everyone?
You better not let him take you to the doctor, you do that and you’ll never find perfection.
“I’m fine,” I growled, louder this time. I pulled myself to my feet and black spots dotted my vision. I felt my fathers arms around me and in seconds, I was off the floor and in his arms.
“Put me down, I can walk,” I tried to yell. Inside my head, Ana screamed louder, demands and insults about my current predicament. I pressed my hands to my head and curled my fingers in my hair, “Dad let me down NOW!”
He ignored me as he carried me down the hallway.
“Vox? Velvette? Both of you, with me. Now. We have a problem.” He said loudly.
“Woah, what’s going….” Vox’s voice began.
I shoved my hand against my father as he walked through the living room. To my relief, he set me down on the couch.
“What?” I snarled as three sets of eyes stared at me. “What the fuck are you looking at?”
Vox checked his phone and then walked over to me. With one finger, he lifted off my Voxtech watch.
“Hey! Give that back!” I demanded. “I’m going to be late to my game!”
All three of them ignored me. Wordlessly, Velvette walked away and returned moments later, bathroom scale in hand. She set it infront of the couch and gave me a hard look.
“Step on.”
“Fuck you,” I snapped as I stood up. I tried to ignore the black spots that danced just out of sight. “My weight is none of your fucking business.”
“Reader!” Valentino said in dismay. “That’s no way to talk to your Aunt.”
“I’m leaving, I’m already late. Thanks, Dad,” I continued sarcastically as I kicked the scale aside.
Inside, Ana cheered. I bent down to pick up my backpack and the world around me spun. Three steps, and Vox’s hand gripped my upper arm. The last thing I heard was Ana’s voice screaming indistinguishable words.
When I came to again, I found myself in a room of gray and blue. Wires stuck out from my chest, and I tried to cough and spit the feeling of something painful in the back of my throat. I tried to reach up, to shove my fingers down my throat, and my skin met padded white cuffs.
What the fuck?
You’re going to have to work hard to get yourself out of this one, Ana taunted. Great job getting caught, fatass.
“Hey, baby, it’s alright, Papi is here,” I heard my father’s voice say somewhere far away.
“Mr. Valentino, I promise we’ll be in touch when she’s more stable,” a new voice said. “For now, it might be best to give her some space to…”
Indistinguishable arguments. My fathers refusal and reminder of who exactly was in charge here. My Uncle Vox and Aunt Velvette chiming in, a mix of talking him down and agreement.
Panic shot through me as the haze slowly began to wear away. Realization. Through the fog, only one word came to mind.
Fuck.
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