#from my au with a fran

[bunnwich]

so how bout that k pop demon hunters?

[marihem]

Some Roommate Banter AU memes

Original images under the cut:

[chansfan]

CULT OF THE BONEGOAT

Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS.

One day, war broke out between the two races.

After a long battle, the Monster were victorious.

Humans became demons of thier own, evolving as monsters roamed.

They turned on thier own, and humans were no longer.

Bow to the The demon that comes when people call its name, We will eradicate the enemy and become strong.

[the-writing-mobster]

hey! I have a question :} will there be any updates regarding KOTCS? Also where kodi :<

have a good day! :} take care

I killed her

[broomiepen]

Dusttale frans♥️

❤️💙

[cjhern1109]

Ok, I don’t know about y’all but I never put dates on my draws since I can roughly estimate what year based on the art style. So here are two redraws…

The one above is a style I remember using in 2015-2016. You can’t see it in the old style since Frisk’s hands were behind, but I use to draw hands like this ♦️, literally a full rhombus diamond 💀

This art style you can still find in the early days of my blog around 2017-2019. It was also the style that I was most proud of and confident enough to start sharing online.

I still have A LOT of old Frans art in A LOT of different (experimenting) art styles, so I’m glad to have come a long long way. So here’s to future improvement ☺️💜

[esmeefreckles]

Golden Exchange | Alexia Putellas x reader

Chapter 1: The proposal

⚠️ This story is +18 contains mature themes.

Tags: Slow Burn · Slow Build · Fake Dating · Angst & Comfort · Emotional Tension · Escort AU · Sugar mommy Alexia.

You made it through undergrad while working nights, barely sleeping, always pushing. But law school? That’s a different beast. Tuition, rent, books... it’s too much. Escorting isn’t the dream, but it pays, and right now, survival beats pride. Alexia thought retiring from football would give her peace. Instead, she’s dodging rumors, fake friends, and relentless attention. So when she sees you, her sister’s childhood best friend, at a gala, all poised and stunning, she blurts out a half-joke: "How much would I have to pay you to pretend to be my girlfriend?" She’s only half kidding. You’re only half sure you should say yes.

A/N: A huge thank you to @sswed for being the best beta reader and helping me so much.

Alexia got a text from her manager, she considered not checking it. The entire reason she gave him his own ringtone was so she'd be forewarned not to look at a message from her on a day she couldn't handle it. With a rough sigh, Alexia pulled her phone out of her clutch, keeping her gaze fixed out the car window. Right before an event wasn't an ideal time to have an interaction with her, but if she was texting her now, it might be important.

"Have you left already?"

Alexia scowled at her phone, typing out a quick,

 "Yes." 

She was thirty-three; she really didn't need her manager still micromanaging her. This was part of why she'd retired from professional football. That and the fact that she hated every second of the relentless spotlight and the immense pressure that was going to bring her an early grave. 

"Mead will be at the event, as will Hegerberg- Watch yourself."

Why her manager asked now made more sense; she wanted to make sure Alexia was already on her way before warning her. Even halfway to the event, Alexia considered telling her driver to turn them around.

"Fran, how far are we?" she sighed, looking up to the front seat of the car. 

Fran paused, tilting his head back to listen.

"Twenty minutes to the press entrance," he told her, sounding a little apologetic. Alexia sighed, glaring at her clutch as she slipped her phone back inside.

"Is Mario waiting there already?" she confirmed.

Fran nodded in the front seat. Alexia slumped in her seat. She couldn't bail on a charity event anyway, but considering they were almost there and her bodyguard was waiting, she just felt trapped. It would be good to see Marta again, but the rumors about the two of them were just starting to calm down. With Marta and Pablo broken up again, Alexia didn't doubt the top story in the tabloids would be about them making eyes at each other.

Alexia was still glaring at her phone when the next message came in.

"Have you given any more thought to my proposal?"

Alexia turned her phone to silent and slipped it back into her clutch. She had thought about it, and she'd decided for and against it at least a dozen different times. Tonight was definitely going to put her back in the "for" column.

You'd been an escort for three years now, but this was your first hate-client. You weren't sure you could even call it that as you watched Marta’s gaze catch on her ex’s back. Despite the small "ugh" of disgust she released, her eyes lit up, and she was clearly interested. Marta had been blunt when she hired you, saying she wanted someone to keep her company and show her ex the kind of person she wanted to date, someone responsible, who knew how to behave in polite society, apparently.

If they weren't back together in two weeks, you'd return her fee. Well, no, you would never do that, but you wouldn't have to, because she was right. When Pablo spotted them, the actor’s eyes lit up, and he hurried over. Marta tightened her grip on your arm, and you pointedly turned to walk a few feet over to the gaggle of people that had cropped up around Marta’s latest producer.

Marta gave off a satisfied air as Pablo stopped in the middle of jogging over to them, looking crestfallen as he finally registered that Marta was hanging off someone else’s arm. The arm of someone significantly shorter than her, sure, but you were dressed nicer than Pablo, and you knew for a fact he was a millionaire, so you considered it a power move still. You turned your attention away from him as Marta’s producer greeted her and began introductions with the group.

He didn't bother introducing you, wearing a full suit and a real tie instead of the bandana Pablo was sporting didn’t make you actually matter. You were here as a buffer and a distraction. As another attempt by Marta to affirm to the public that she was, in fact, bisexual, even if she had been dating a man long-term. The rant she gave you in the car had been long but also relaxing. You had to pretend to be a lot of things for your job, so it was nice when you could just relax and be yourself a little with a client and especially be queer.

Marta seemed to enjoy your bitchiness, at least. You figured she would, or you wouldn't have busted it out. You hadn't been doing this for three years for nothing. You had a good eye for what a client wanted. Being an escort had, without a doubt, made you a better lawyer. You had learned to read people, a skill you already had but had perfected since you began the work, and you had grown comfortable in a variety of situations.

Marta tapped on your arm, prompting you to push up your shirt sleeve so she could glance at your watch.

"Hmm, she should be here by now. Do you know Alexia Putellas?" Marta questioned, raising her line of sight to meet your eyes. 

Through years of training, you did not let your eye twitch, your expression impassive as you nodded. 

"She probably got trapped at the front door. Go fetch her for me. Tell her you’re with me," Marta told you, a clear dismissal as she dropped your arm. You nodded, giving a short bow before turning to find Alexia.

You hadn't looked up the event before agreeing to this job; you knew if Alexia wasn't going, you could take it comfortably, but if she was, you wouldn't have been able to make yourself accept the job. You were in your final year of your J.D. You needed the paycheck from this event to pay for your tuition. You'd done some uncomfortable things for your job before, and running into your ex-crush shouldn't rank that high on the list, but of the uncomfortable things you knew about in advance, it was pretty much at the top.

There was always the chance Alexia wouldn't recognize you. 

You comforted yourself as you slipped through the crowd. If you hadn't known for the last fucking decade that Alexia had forgotten about you since she signed for Barça, that thought wouldn't be a comfort. But you already knew you were unimportant to the girl you were in love with. What you wouldn't be able to stand was Alexia recognizing you and still putting on a PR smile.

Marta’s prediction was accurate. Even with the rich and famous attendees at the charity gala, Alexia drew a crowd. You drew yourself up, projecting uninterested confidence as you walked past the gaggle forming around Alexia. You ignored every single one of them, focusing on Alexia as you swept up to her side.

Alexia spotted you a half-second before your eyes met, raising an eyebrow in challenge as she offered her arm without greeting. It was a power play; everything was with crowds like this. Alexia’s eyes widened slowly, her pupils dilating even as confusion clouded her expression. Some part of her recognized you, which honestly floored you, considering the decade of radio silence and the colored contact lenses you were sporting. Clearly, she wasn't sure of her recognition, though. You cleared your throat as the dozen people surrounding watched on with interest.

"Hey, Alexia," you greeted her, because if Alexia could begin to recognize you even with color contacts, then maybe your voice would be enough to push her over into realizing who you were.

The moment you echoed your old flirtation, Alexia’s eyes widened further, her breath hitching as she took your arm without hesitation.

“Excuse me, gentlemen, I have an old friend to catch up with," Alexia said, almost as an afterthought, not looking at anyone but you. 

You managed to keep your posture perfectly still, throwing the group a smirk to show just how collected you were as you pulled Alexia away. She followed, still staring at you. You didn't know why. Yes, your appearance here was undoubtedly surprising, but you didn't know why Alexia bothered to even remember what you looked like.

"A contact?" Alexia asked, her voice low, as you led them. 

You glanced over, intending to make quick eye contact, but you caught Alexia staring at your pupil, which should be blue. Alexia nodded, seeming to have confirmed to herself that she was right. You knew if you looked close enough at your eyes, it was possible to spot the ring of blue peeking out from the edge of the contact, as well as the slight difference in shade and texture from your truly green eye. You cleared your throat, looking forward again.

"Yes, Marta sent me to fetch you," You told her.

Alexia startled a little, turning to stare at you, but you had caught sight of Marta again, so you ignored her. Marta hadn't stayed put, and she was talking to her ex now. You were glad Marta didn't even question your policy of being paid at the beginning of the night. Letting her get cornered by the ex she was trying to teach a lesson, even if she sent you away first, was the kind of thing a bitchy client would call a failure of service. You had your policies for a reason.

At your side, Alexia let out a long breath as she spotted Marta.

"Thanks for not saying her name in front of the crowd. She’s a good friend, but…there are rumors about us," Alexia said, a little sheepishly. You gave a slight nod in acknowledgment. Yeah, you knew. Unlike Alexia, you kept up on what your friend was up to.

Marta spotted them, glancing down at your intertwined arms and looking amused. She raised her eyebrow as you dropped Alexia’s arm and returned to Marta’s side. You sent Pablo a challenging look as Marta took your arm again. Pablo looked a bit deflated, but at least Marta looked like she was having fun before you showed up to rescue her.

"I fetched her for you, darling," you told her, in the sweet voice you perfected in high school that Alexia used to know meant "fuck you," but who knows, because it was convincing as hell at this point, if you said so yourself. 

Alexia was a little flushed, her gaze still locked on you, though she looked calculating rather than wide-eyed now.

"Figured you were getting swarmed. Thought I’d send rescue, but I didn’t think you’d take my escort for yourself," Marta told Alexia, seeming amused. 

Her voice was low so as not to be overheard, but you still felt a ball of dread in your stomach. You couldn't take watching Alexia realize what you did. It was a fucking charity event, but you weren't a charity case. It was a job. Your job.

Alexia’s eyes went wide at the same time that you narrowed yours at her. You looked away, not wanting to see whatever pity bloomed there. You knew the perception of your night job, but you made good money, enough to pay for law school. You didn't need Alexia, with all her unlimited money and fame, suddenly feeling sorry for the girl she left behind without a care.

"Rule number two of hiring an escort is not telling people that’s what they are," you pointed out, your own voice low. Marta snorted with amusement, sending you a glance.

"Alexia helped me put my bush out when it caught fire. She’s cool," Marta said. 

You blinked, but part of your job was not asking questions, regardless of how badly you wanted an explanation for all that. You could also point out that Pablo was, at best, five inches away from her and definitely heard that, but he also didn't seem surprised.

You were hired after he embarrassed Marta one too many times in public, meant to be an example for the kind of behavior she was “actually interested in” but apparently, Marta meant for him to watch and learn. You moved up your mental timetable on them getting back together for the next forty-eight hours.

In front of them, Alexia cleared her throat. You had undergone a lot of training, largely under trial by fire, in remaining impassive, but you couldn't hide your slight wince, at least not to Alexia.

"Where are you seated?" Alexia asked, despite the way she was still looking at you.

Marta seemed amused, glancing between the two of you. She probably just thought her friend had the hots for her date; she couldn't be more wrong. You put on a stunningly impassive bitch face. If you had to deal with Alexia for the entire event, this was going to be the hardest you had ever had to work for a paycheck in your life.

"Near the fountain in the middle, not all of us get front row," Marta said, with a vague wave of her hand. Alexia deflated and you barely bit down on your sigh of relief.

Alexia should have been more subtle, probably. It was going to be all over the tabloids how she couldn't keep her eyes off Marta, but the truth was Alexia had hardly looked at her friend once. No, she'd been far more focused watching you. Alexia had recognized you immediately and felt a bit insane, given that your eyes and hair were wrong. It wasn't until she was able to look closely and see the contact that she truly knew.

Alexia hadn't seen you since she was fifteen. Despite not realizing her true feelings for you until they were apart, Alexia had been hung up on you ever since. She barely got a few minutes with you, impassive and polite, not acting like yourself, before they were being called away for the ceremony.

It was Alexia’s own fault for showing up so late, but she hadn't wanted to socialize. She only stepped into the limelight again for charity events like this, and she wanted to minimize her exposure. She intended to show up, greet a few people, make a quick appearance, and leave. Instead, she spent the entire ceremony taking any excuse to glance back in Marta’s direction. 

You were professional. Alexia could tell because there was hardly any trace of you in your actions as you played the perfect gentleman for the entire night, chatting with Marta during the lulls and intermissions, casually fending off others attempting to make conversation with the bored actress, and maintaining an engaged expression throughout the entire night. 

When it came time for Alexia to stand up and make her brief speech about the charity, the kind of speech she always gave, and the absolute last thing she personally wanted to do, Alexia had to keep her eyes fixed on the front of the crowd. If she saw you making that faux-interested expression in the face of her performance, no matter how much she disliked public speaking herself, Alexia didn't think she could take it.

She looked when the speech was finished, though, as she took her polite bow and reminded the audience of the importance of the cause. You were leaning forward attentively, though Alexia couldn't see your expression from there. Alexia swallowed as she departed the stage. The rest of the night was torture. As part of the ceremony, she had to hang back and give one last endorsement to the cameras. When she was finally free, she couldn't spot Marta or a familiar face amongst the crowd. Alexia deflated, but she hurried towards the entrance now that she had confirmed you were already gone.

"You look even worse than I was expecting," Mario greeted when Alexia rejoined her event bodyguard. 

Mario didn't give a shit, and that was why Alexia liked him. He had said she might be her favorite client because he never had to coddle her. Alexia had been careful to cultivate a group of people who were more likely to avoid her for her status than seek it out.

"The tabloids are going to be terrible," Alexia returned, already opening her clutch to pull out her phone as Mario escorted her back out to the limo. 

There were reporters waiting, there always were, but Alexia ignored them. Mario just grunted affirmation. His entire job was protecting Alexia from the reporters and fans; he knew just how rabid they could be.

Alexia didn't dare to pull up her conversation with her manager until Mario had seen her into the limo, waving goodbye to him through the window as Fran peeled away from the venue. She didn't need anyone to catch a photo of what she was about to send and print it.

"I’ve thought about the proposal. I’ll do it."

You peeled off your suit the moment you got back to your dorm. Stupid mock trials and archaic legal precedents that hadn’t been used in decades would absolutely get overturned in a real courtroom, but no, Mr. Simmons let it stand in the classroom and declared your case lost. 

You were muttering to yourself as you changed into sweats and didn’t even bother with a shirt. You were so frustrated. You knew what you needed right now, but you wouldn’t even be thinking about it if it weren’t for last weekend.

You hadn't collapsed into Alexia's arms after a long day to receive comfort and reassurance in a decade, but one stilted conversation with your ex-friend, and you were craving it. You put your hair up in a ponytail and flopped down on your bed, yanking your laptop into your lap and ignoring the restlessness you felt. Checking your website while you were already in a bad mood was probably a bad idea, but right now you actually wanted a handsy client, if only to feel some contact, even if it wouldn't be real affection.

No one had ever had affection for you, though. You thought Alexia might feel the same when you were kids, but the second she got swept off to the glamour of football, she didn’t give enough of a shit to even call you. 

Sometimes, handsy clients made your skin crawl; other times, you just accepted it as the closest thing you were ever going to get to feeling wanted. Love was a dream that died a decade ago. You knew these thoughts weren’t healthy, but even with your night job, you couldn't afford fucking therapy.

You could hardly make your tuition payments as it was. Your website was subtle and understated. It was possible to look at it with an innocent eye and not realize what you truly did. 

Well, it would be if the majority of your clients weren’t referred to the site by the agency you paid to list you in a private database, where clients knew the truth. Publicly, you advertised minder services for events, offering to watch and corral clients who might get swarmed by others or get a bit too drunk for their own good. 

Until you got to the booking form, there wasn’t even a mention of your one-on-one services. You were an escort, but you didn’t need creeps coming to you, and if what you did became public knowledge, it risked undermining your legal career before it even got started. You covered your most defining feature and used a fake name, but you still had to be careful. It was a balance between advertising enough to get work and not getting caught. You hadn't gotten any new offers since the charity event a week ago.

The best part of your job was how well it paid, the worst part was how sporadic that pay was. You kind of needed another client in the next few days, or you might not have enough for your tuition payment, even with the ridiculous amount Marta paid you. You made a nice profit, but college was expensive. You opened your inbox and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw an offer there. A one-on-one, which wouldn’t pay as well as an event, but it would lower stress.

You caught sight of the name on the booking.

Part of Alexia wondered if you were even going to show up. 

You hadn't seemed interested in talking to her at the event, and despite Alexia's purposefully leaving parts of the booking form blank, you never reached out for clarifying details before accepting the appointment. Granted, you had less than two days to do so, but Alexia still left a lot of blanks, barring her phone number, and heard nothing. She'd already put two hundred dollars down as a deposit, and even though that was only a tenth of the full price, waiting for you, should you show, it might be enough.

It would certainly be a clear "fuck off," and you always loved dramatics. 

Alexia got your contact information from Marta the day after the event, while Marta ridiculed her mercilessly for getting hot for her escort, but that was far from the truth. Well, okay, Alexia had been hot for you always, but she also never thought she would get to see you again. She couldn't let this opportunity slip through her fingers.

Despite Alexia’s worries, you arrived exactly ten minutes before your “date” was supposed to start. You seemed wary as you were led into Alexia’s private room in the back of the restaurant. You were wearing suit pants and a black satin button-down, a bow tie undone loosely around your neck. 

It made Alexia relax a little to see you in something closer to what you used to be comfortable in. You were dressed appropriately fancy for the restaurant, a slate waistcoat buttoned over your shirt, but one of the blouses Alexia had left was the desired attire. She smiled hopefully as she rose from her seat, the hostess giving a short bow as she quickly backed out of the room to give them a private moment.

"It’s good to see you," Alexia told you, cautiously stepping forward within hugging range. She had no idea what the protocols were for this. You were wearing your contacts again. Alexia could see calculation in your gaze as you appraised her before you raised your arms.

Alexia breathed a sigh of relief as you hugged her. It made warmth flood through her chest, a relief she hadn't known in years.

The restaurant was stupid fancy; you figured that out from a quick Google search, a search you had to do given that Alexia provided no dress code. Alexia had one of the private rooms with a balcony overlooking the street below. The door to the balcony was firmly closed, and the gauzy privacy curtain was drawn over it. Someone on street level might be able to tell there were people inside the room, but that was about it.

You had no idea what to do. You hadn't felt this unsure since your first client. It wasn’t just because you were meeting with Alexia, you had been given next to no instructions. Alexia lit up like a goddamn winterfest display when she saw you enter the room. She went to hug you and you allowed it, partially because Alexia was paying you two grand just to have dinner with her, and partially because, alright, you missed it. 

You had no clue why Alexia would hire you after not attempting to reach out for a decade, but from the plainly joyful expression on her face, you suspected that Alexia just wanted to catch up. It was the only theory that really made sense anyway. You were friends before Alexia became richer and famous. She was probably sick of the way people treated her now and looking for something "down to Earth" or some bullshit.

"Please, have a seat. Take a look at the menu. We can catch up once we’ve ordered," Alexia told you, confirming your suspicions. 

You straightened your shoulders a little, nodding as you slipped into the appropriate persona for the evening, dialed back a few degrees. You might be bitter, but you could bury your feelings and work for your paycheck. You could pretend to be whatever vague recollection Alexia had of the “friend” she left behind. Alexia, to your surprise, frowned.

"Don’t do that. I want it to be us. No bullshit," Alexia told you as she returned to her own seat, a plush chair directly across from yours at the table for two. 

You could keep it up. If you dropped the persona, you might end up just cursing Alexia out, and you couldn't risk that before you had collected your fee. Alexia continued to surprise you, sending you a pleading look when you didn’t relax for her.

"Why the fuck did you hire me, Alexia?" you had to ask as you slid into your seat, unable to hold it back any longer. 

It had been more than 10 years with no phone call, no lyrics vaguely directed at you, no allusion to missing someone in the press. You would watch interviews, hoping for a hidden sign Alexia never gave. You could guess that Alexia was sick of fame leeches and she basically said as much in her retirement announcement, but Alexia wasn’t ready to deal with no bullshit you anymore.

No bullshit you were hurt and angry at being utterly abandoned by the one person you thought actually gave a shit about you, much less saw you for who you were. You raised an eyebrow, expecting Alexia to take back her "no bullshit" immediately. To your surprise, Alexia lit up, smiling as she relaxed back into her seat.

"How has your week been?" Alexia asked, smiling easily. 

She was really smiling, not the fake PR smile you usually saw her give. You shifted a bit uncomfortably as you flipped open your menu, if only to have something to do. You were good at this because you were a good actress and liar; you hadn't anticipated Alexia wanting honesty, and you were not sure you really remembered how to give it.

"Good," you finally responded, despite how it was a lie. 

Alexia frowned, deflating a little. You sighed, looking away. That was supposed to be a test, and Alexia was supposed to fail it. She was not supposed to actually want honesty, or to be able to tell that you weren't giving it.

You accepted a long time ago that fame had changed Alexia; she gave fake smiles to every camera, and she dressed in clothes that cost more than a car. You weren't sure what to do with the knowledge that, despite everything, Alexia still knew you. She wasn’t willing to call, but she apparently hung onto the knowledge of your calls for some reason.

"What do you really want from this? The request was blank, Alexia. I know you must have no idea how this works but usually I’m an unlicensed therapist for my clients that will also stroke their egos," you told her, carefully looking to the left at a gently swaying plant decorating the corner of the room. It was an orchid, healthy and vibrant. 

There was a moment of silence.

"I want to catch up. I never thought I’d see you again. We can talk business after," Alexia said softly. 

Your eyes snapped to Alexia. There was a lot to unpack there. What business Alexia wanted to talk about probably should be at the forefront of your mind, but "I never thought I’d see you again" was ringing far too loudly in your ears for any other thoughts.

"You know, there is a solution to that and I was trying to reach out even once before I turned eighteen. You knew where I fucking lived, Alexia," you told her, slumping back in your seat a little. Alexia’s eyes went wide, and you flinched. 

You hadn't even collected your fee yet, despite your policy being upfront payments, and you let your bitterness get the best of you.At least the deposit would more than cover your cab ride back; you were probably going to be forced to call one in the next five minutes when Alexia decided this wasn't what she wanted. She already decided she didn’t want you once anyway. You weren't really expecting things to be different this time around. 

Alexia swallowed, staring at you with blatant surprise.

"I did," Alexia protested, her voice a little weak. 

You stilled, your gaze boring into Alexia’s as you searched for the lie. You didn’t find it. Alexia just looked sad. 

"A few weeks after I got into Barçs, my manager let me call the school. Someone told me that you got in trouble after I left and were transferred to a home for troubled youth. She couldn’t legally give out details because you were a minor," Alexia explained, her voice a little unsure, almost like she didn’t believe the words she was saying anymore.

That absolutely sounded like a lie they would tell, but you couldn't believe that Alexia just accepted it unless she wanted to find a reason to leave you behind. 

"You fucking fell for that? I was there until I aged out at eighteen, Alexia," you asked, despite how you knew it wasn’t fair. 

Alexia was always gullible. Her expression crumpled, and your breath stopped short when you saw tears had pricked at the corner of Alexia’s eyes. You forced yourself to draw in a deep breath and blow it out slowly.

Alexia didn’t really have any choice but to believe them. It was just easier to stay mad than to deal with the fact that both of you were powerless back then. Alexia had a family, money, and fame, but you had suspected for a long time how little agency Alexia gained when she signed for Barça. 

“I assumed she pinned something on you so she could get rid of you. She let me call because she knew I missed you but once she heard you were gone, that only made things easier for her. Everybody was telling me you were gone," Alexia told you.

You blinked at her across the table, your leg thumping a nervous rhythm against the seat.

It still hurt, it was going to keep feeling raw for a long time, you suspected, but Alexia did try. Alexia thought about you, wondering if she would get to see you again. You had been mad at Alexia for loving and leaving you for so many years. Not an ounce of that anger dissipated with Alexia’s words. You swallowed, sitting forward in your seat.

"Let’s try this again?" you asked, your voice quiet. Alexia looked a little heartbroken still, but she nodded. 

The damage had been done; it would be hard for it to go away in one conversation after more than a decade of feeling this way, but the hurt was a little eased, and now that you knew Alexia reached out, you wanted to take the chance to talk to her again. You could work on shifting your anger to the appropriate target later.

Your attitude towards Alexia made a lot more sense now that you’d cleared the air a little. There was definitely more to catch up on there, but you had actually relaxed now. You picked out your meals together. When you had both chosen something, Alexia tried to subtly encourage you towards the lobster and felt satisfied when you agreed to try it despite cringing at the price tag, you rang the bell for the waiter so they could deliver your orders.

As the waiter left with your menus under his arm, Alexia pulled out her phone, laying it on the table so you could see her screen without asking, as Alexia sent the rest of the payment over using her banking app. You flushed as she did so, but you nodded and leaned back in your seat as Alexia slid her phone away into her pocket.

"Tell me what you’ve really been up to in the last fifteen years?" Alexia requested, trying to move past the awkwardness of how she set up this meeting. 

You were going to get there eventually, even worse, you were going to get her proposal eventually, but for the moment, she really just wanted to meet the girl she lost so many years ago. Your eyes twitched, your cheeks dusted pink, but you launched into an abridged explanation.

"I was at home for most of high school. I was able to go to a college upstate for free. I fell into the political science program somewhere along the way," you explained. 

Alexia nodded, your conversation falling into a lull as your waiter arrived with the complimentary opening dish while you waited for your real meals. Your eyes went wide when you realized it was crab cakes.

Alexia specifically picked this place because of its amazing seafood, in addition to the privacy. She grinned at you as she popped one in her mouth. You rolled your eyes, but you practically melted when you took a bite yourself, a low hum of contentment escaping your lips that had Alexia gasping and you blushing furiously.

"Not a word," you hissed, flustered, even as you took another bite. 

Alexia mimed zipping her lips shut, but she couldn't help but stare at you, relaxed and a visible warmth spreading through you across from her, your eyes soft and slightly unfocused with pleasure as you blinked slowly, looking between the food on the table and Alexia. Alexia knew that happiness was for the delicate crab cakes, but she was willing to let herself have a brief delusion.

"Tell me about undergrad," Alexia requested. 

Your website mentioned you were a law student under your "conversation topics" header. You paused, taking another bite as you considered it.

"I took an obscure political elective freshman year, and somehow that just turned into my major. By junior year, I was looking into law school after graduation since political science doesn’t have a lot of job opportunities, but, well, I needed money to pay for it," you explained with a shrug. 

Alexia nodded, trying to keep her expression neutral. From the way you shifted uncomfortably and looked away, she knew you had failed. Alexia leaned back in her seat. She had begun to lean on the table as you talked, naturally swaying closer to you.

"You're comfortable? And safe?" Alexia had to ask. You scowled a little, still looking away as you folded your arms. Your fingers drummed restlessly against your bicep.

"I can more than defend myself, Alexia. I have rules, and if a client doesn’t respect them, that's why I make them pay up front," you told her. 

Alexia hated that answer because it meant that clients hadn’t respected them in the past, but she already knew that was an inevitability in this line of work. Your fingers dug into your biceps, a sharp, almost defensive posture in the dim mood lighting as you gripped your crossed arms. Alexia sighed.

"Some of the charities I work with are dedicated to supporting sex workers. I know it is a job, even if I worry about the risks," Alexia offered, as diplomatically as she could. She didn’t know if you even went that far with clients, but she would bet some clients had tried. Besides, if you were willing to agree to her proposal at the end of the night, it wouldn’t matter.

"I know you, Alexia. I don’t need saving or whatever else you’re thinking right now. This line of work has the best pay for the lowest time commitment, and the hours don’t conflict with my classes. I don’t want pity. I’m happy with my job," you told her, shrugging a little with your arms still crossed. Alexia winced. The thing was, yes, part of Alexia was trying to get you to quit, but she also very much wasn't.

Alexia had been miserable for the last decade, but she had more money than she knew what to do with, and she felt guilty that you had to deal with unwanted come-ons from clients while Alexia was settled in her penthouse. Still, she wasn’t coming at this from a place of judgment. 

The idea was there before she even met you again.

"I never said you weren’t happy? Look, I didn’t exactly know how else to get in contact with you. This isn’t…. I’m not trying to save you, I’m trying to hire you," Alexia returned. 

She knew the judgment you had to have faced about your job, but she would have thought the fact that she had already hired you for the night would make it clear she wasn’t judging you for that.

Your brows furrowed, and your lips parted slightly. You finally turned your head to look Alexia in the eye again, your expression confused. Alexia could see the disbelief written across your face. 

"I don’t believe you," you told her, your expression challenging. 

It wasn’t ideal, but Alexia felt herself smiling as she relaxed in her chair again. Despite not believing her, you were not defensive now, although you seemed confused by Alexia smiling.

"I missed the hell out of you," Alexia explained, shaking her head a little, all fondness, but she didn’t care how obvious she was. 

"We’ll catch up, eat dinner, and then we can talk about what I actually want to hire you for, okay? If it makes you uncomfortable, you can just leave then," Alexia offered, gesturing at the table between them. In truth, she couldn't stand scaring you off so soon, but she also didn't want to make you feel trapped. 

You considered her for a long moment.

"Fine," you agreed with a sigh, like you were doing Alexia a favor. Alexia just beamed at you.

There was no reality in which the Alexia you knew would actually be okay with defining you as a sex worker in her head, but it had been fifteen years. You thought fame had changed Alexia, but even if it turned out Alexia wasn’t a stuck-up prick who forgot you, there were still differences. As you talked, sharing stories from undergrad and law school while Alexia gave anecdotes of the moments from her life that didn’t make it into the tabloids, you discovered a more disillusioned Alexia than you once knew. She was far from cynical, but the absolute innocence she had was gone.

Maybe that should be expected, but her innocence managed to hang on through all the abuse she endured, so it still surprised you. None of the stories Alexia offered had anything to do with her football career achievements. Just as you didn’t mention your night job, Alexia didn’t mention her day job.

"Tell me about what you do now," you prompted softly, as dinner was winding down.

Alexia blinked in surprise, pulling out of the reverie of the story she was telling about the day she did a photoshoot on a farm. No part of the story was about the photoshoot; she was mostly gushing about all the animals she got to pet that day. You remembered that photoshoot, and you felt jealous over the goat Alexia was holding in a more candid-style shot.

Alexia paused, glancing out the covered balcony doors. The lights of the city at night could still be seen through the thin curtain. Eventually, she sighed.

“I don't want to complain cause I made all my dreams come true. Being at Barça was everything to me, the dream I'd worked for my whole life, but the biggest issue was my manager pressuring me to leave Barça for a bigger paycheck, even though I loved playing there. It was a huge problem throughout my career. Back then, I worried he might turn me down and destroy everything I was building, especially the 11 foundation," Alexia told you, shrugging. Her expression was conflicted, bitter, and guilty.

Your entire job was to comfort and assure clients, even when you just wanted to tell them to go fuck themselves. You comforted a manager on a dinner date once when he was upset because an employee that he fired called him a bloodsucking leech. You agreed with the employee, but you needed your paycheck, so instead you slid a hand onto his chest and softly murmured to him that he was doing what was good for the company. In this moment, though, you didn’t want to offer empty comfort because you were angry, and not at Alexia.

"That bitch exploited the hell out of you," you told her. 

Alexia startled, turning to look at you with wide eyes. After a moment, Alexia relaxed into her seat again, shrugging a little, but at least the guilt was gone from her face. She didn’t want to complain about being famous.

"Maybe. He knew what he was doing when he set up my earnings trust to release at twenty-one instead of eighteen, but he was a decent man. He could have easily kept the money for himself. I mean, he made plenty off of me, don’t get me wrong, but so many child athletes get nothing," Alexia told you, shrugging. 

You scoffed, but you didn’t push it. It was still exploitation, but you knew there were far worse ways Alexia’s life could have gone. Still, you had a realization looking at the resigned expression on Alexia’s face.

"I didn’t ask what you used to do, Alexia. I want to know what you do now. What makes you happy?" you settled on saying. 

Alexia let out a breath, sending you a look bordering on thankful before taking another bite of her food, stalling as she thought her response over.

"The part I did like was the charity work. I also gained a lot of experience from managing my own career, especially over the last two years when I was able to set boundaries with my manager. Now I work for an organization that helps private companies and large donors find charities to work with. We help them decide who to donate to and how much of the donation budget they get, arrange event organization, do their PR promotion, that sort of thing. The charity gala last weekend was one of ours," Alexia told you, shrugging.

You knew Alexia’s official job title; it made its way into the tabloids, but it was the reason you wanted to know. Alexia released a public statement saying the charity work she had managed to do over the years impacted her and led her to this career change, but you knew there was a deeper story to it. Alexia finding it as the one bright spot amongst all the stress made sense.

"I fell into political science because of what I went through in the system. I wanted to change it," you said quietly, offering a piece of yourself in exchange. 

Usually, when you did this, it was carefully curated and not necessarily truthful, but this was Alexia. Alexia’s expression softened as she nodded at you from across the table.

"And now? What do you want to do with your law degree?" Alexia prompted you. 

You had shared plenty of stories, but you weren't really talking about the future, just how you ended up where you are now. You paused, looking down at your empty plate. Alexia’s was basically empty too, you were just talking now, all courses finished with the possible exception of dessert. Technically, dinner was over. It didn’t feel like stalling, but it probably was.

You had relaxed a lot over the course of dinner. You had suspected in the past that Alexia wasn’t given a choice in contacting you, either by her manager or by her sister, but often you pushed it aside in favor of bitterness. It was easier to be mad than to acknowledge how hopeless your positions had been. Now that you had it confirmed, you found talking with Alexia surprisingly easy, despite your bitterness and the matter of business hanging over you.

"At first, I wanted to fight the system from the inside, but those cases don’t pay well, and they’re depressing. I switched to focus on civil suits. I graduated with my J.D. in May, but since I changed focus, I want to go for an extra year to get my master of Laws degree so I can really focus on it before taking the bar," you told Alexia, shrugging. 

You expected it to go flying over Alexia’s head, but she seemed to follow well enough, nodding along as you spoke. You shifted a little in your seat. You could keep talking all night, probably, which was the last thing you expected when you walked into the restaurant a few hours ago, but you still had a question.

"What is the business you wanted to talk about?" you asked. Alexia immediately winced, looking off to the side. Her eyes caught sight of the bell to call the waiter, and lit up.

"Do you want dessert?" Alexia asked, already leaning for the bell. You scoffed.

"No and you’re stalling," you returned. The fact that most desserts were heavy in sugar and thus inedible for you hardly registered on your list of reasons for declining. Alexia sighed, dropping her hand to instead fidget with her fork.

"You know, I get proposed to a couple times a year? And the amount of guys who hit on me thinking they’ll be the exception…just don’t get me started. The tabloids are the worst part. I can’t have lunch with a friend without there being all these predatory articles written about us together," Alexia rambled, waving her hands vaguely. 

You cocked your head, looking between Alexia’s waving hands and her pinched brows. Alexia caught your expression, flushing and looking away. She drew in a deep breath.

"I want to pay you to be my girlfriend," Alexia finally admitted.

You were staring at Alexia. She flushed harder, hunching down in her seat a little. 

There were a thousand ways to word it that didn’t make it sound like that, but Alexia kind of got caught up in herself this evening. It sounded like she meant it because she did. You and Alexia still clicked the way you used to. The whole thing was supposed to be fake, at least it was when her manager proposed it, but now Alexia was envisioning more than a few public dates.

Now, the idea of you kissing her because you were paid to was almost bad enough to outweigh how badly she wanted to kiss you, but it wasn’t, and she was still making the offer. You were just staring, though, all but gaping at her in surprise.

"Like, a sugar mommy thing? I can’t date anyone. I have yet to find someone who actually gave a shit about me. I know the speculation about my love life will never stop entirely, but it is starting to affect my business now. There were rumors about a charity getting a grant because I was sleeping with their director. I’ve never even met her, but the media found out she was a lesbian and decided she was my type. That was an uncomfortable meeting with my boss," Alexia explained, slumping a little in her seat. 

You were still staring at her, Alexia bit her lip.

"I’m not trying to save you, that’s not what this is. The idea of hiring someone was floated during a PR meeting, and then I ran into you, and… I wasn’t comfortable with it, but I could be with you. I’d pay you each week, and you would still have plenty of time to focus on your studies," Alexia tried. All she knew to do was dig herself deeper into a hole as she waited for your reply.

You finally managed to close your mouth, which had fallen open in shock. You were still staring at Alexia, though. Alexia fidgeted with her napkin, laid across her lap to cover the expensive dress she was wearing. Looking down was easier than looking at you. All she could hope was that when you said no, you were still willing to talk to her again. Maybe you could go the rest of your lives without mentioning the time when Alexia was so desperate to stop the media from hounding her that she tried to pay you to kiss her in public.

"You can’t act to save your life, Alexia. You barely manage a PR smile. How the hell do you think this would work?" you asked. 

Alexia flushed, chancing a glance up to find you still staring at her, but at least the shock seemed to be wearing off now, even if the confusion hadn’t faded.

"I know I can’t act, that’s why it has to be you. Someone I actually click with. I would be dating you, not you with a contact lens and whatever the hell you did to your hair at the charity gala. You would have to take down your website or the media would find it, but I know a hacker who can take care of it," Alexia explained, still fidgeting, but watching your face closely. 

You flushed, your gaze darting away as you shifted uncomfortably in your chair.

"You know this just sounds like a ploy to get me out of sex work, right?" you returned. Alexia paused. At least you didn't sound mad.

"You know I’m hiring you for sex work, right?" Alexia shot back. 

You huffed, sending her an annoyed glare. For some reason, seeing you tense, your shoulders squaring in defiance, relaxed Alexia. You weren’t calling her a creep at least, even though she was having to dig this hole even deeper just to get you to believe her. You bit your lip, narrowing your eyes out the window.

"I’m not saying yes tonight," you settled on saying. 

Alexia let out a slow breath, nodding and forcing her body to relax. It wasn’t a no, and moreover, it wasn’t a ‘get out of my life.’

"You have my number. Think about it. If you’re interested, we can meet up at my place to talk about the details. And…" she cut off, her gaze darting away as she took a breath to rally herself,

"I’ve missed you a lot. I want to be friends again, even if you don’t want to do that," Alexia told you, looking back at you sheepishly. To her disappointment, your face fell.

"I use the contact and the fake name to avoid people knowing about this once I start practicing, Alexia. If I were spotted with you, people might still find my website no matter how I’m dressed. I’d be ruined before I even took the bar," you told her. 

Alexia did her best to stamp down on the heartbreak that flared at that, but she knew she had failed from the way you winced.

"Right, of course. I don’t want to do anything that endangers your future," Alexia managed to agree, though she had to force it out in her business voice. 

Alexia looked away, glancing towards the clock on the wall as she did so. She kind of wanted to go to her car to cry now. 

"Alexia, I do want to talk again, it’s just.. hard with the media," you told her, softly. Alexia let out a slow breath, her gaze still fixed on the clock.

"Trust me, I know. That’s the whole reason I ended up here. I can’t trust anyone to actually want something to do with me. The best I have is other celebrities but even then, you don’t know if they’re just trying to boost their own careers until it is too late," Alexia returned, bitterness in her voice.

“You were right.” She forced down her unwarranted hurt. If you could get over thinking Alexia abandoned you, she could accept the real reason you were turning her down.

After a moment more of gathering herself, Alexia looked back at you. You looked unsure and conflicted. Alexia sighed, reaching for her purse to pull out her phone.

"Let me call you a cab and walk you out? It’s getting late. My driver has probably been here for the last hour," Alexia offered. 

You relaxed, nodding a little as you both stood. Alexia followed through, paying for your cab as it pulled away and waving you off with anxiety rioting in her chest. She knew a way to get in contact with you now, at least, and you had her number.

Alexia just had to hope you would call.

[angsty-art-ist]

been slow cooking a NMPD Monster High AU in my brain for a while now, so here are the nerds! height chart and design notes under the cut :]

Richie:

he’s a gillman/water monter (from Lake Michigan specifically) because of his fisher vest and the ‘wanna join the swim team’ line

in MH canon, freshwater monsters can’t breathe air, so he has a breathing aid around his neck like G3 Gil

cephalopod eyes as a nod to how he and Wiggly are both played by Jon

don’t ask how his fins go through the fishnets i truly forgot until i had already finished drawing him

it’s not shown here but he has pointy teeth like G3 Lagoona!

Ruth:

she’s a simulacrum/Frankensteinoid because of the planned NMT3 story ‘Frankenruth’

giant bolts inspired by Franken Fran’s Fran Madaraki that connect to her headgear and a sweater inspired by Soul Eater’s Franken Stein

shoes are lifted directly from a G1 Frankie fashion pack because they looked cute

one white streak like the Bride of Frankenstein rather than Frankie’s all-over highlights

not sure if the ‘mad scientist’ that re-animated her should be Hidgens or not. i think they would make a fun family duo… maybe that’s where she gets her love of musical theatre?

Pete:

he was going to be ‘son of the Goatman’ but i thought a ghost fit better :) no particular reason :)

the boxes on his chains are based on the Lament Configuration bc i always associate the Spankoffskis with Hellraiser

he’s always slightly translucent, but gets more visible in low light. he glows in the dark too!

his ghost was bound to Hatchetfield high after his death, for some reason. he’s been here a while- at least since bow ties were in fashion

no, those aren’t detention chains- this isn’t Haunted High. in the AU, in the living world, ghost chains work a bit differently

[trinity15]

FAST AND LOVESICK

Street racer!Lando norris x fem!reader x Street racer!Franco Colapinto

word count: 2k

summary: Lando and Franco have been rivals in the races since the beginning, but now they are rivals outside of them as well.

Street racer au, infidelity, f word, rivalry, probably not perfect english (not my first language, I tried), debut ff I promise I’ll improve. Probably a lot of things don’t make sense lol. When I started writting this it felt like a Franco x Lando enemys to lovers.

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Night times where Franco’s favourites. The adrenalin he gets while driving in an illegal speed in a illegaly modified car couldn’t match anything else in his life. His beloved car was the fastest in Monaco. For obvious reasons, the races where held outside the city so everyone taking part on those illegal acctions had less chances of getting arrested. However, Franco didn’t care at all, his rivalry with Lando blinded him.

Franco Colapinto, was not only known for his talent and his countless victories. He was also known for not giving a fuck when it came to authorities and for not knowing when to shut the fuck up. And that lead him to being in a lot of trouble, that after some calls he gets away with.

Today’s track was new. No one has ever driven in that track before, so for Franco it felt right for him to be the first one to compete in that circuit. As always, where Franco goes Lando follows. Lando was the winner, the popular, the unbeateable, but then Colapinto appeared. His charisma and his fearless driving skills, even if he wasn’t the winner most of the time, made him won a significant popularity. That tortured Lando so when his modified Aston Martin Vantage V12 was parked nex to the argentinian’s car Franco just smirked, already expecting Lando as his rival for that race.

“Long time no see, Norris.” The bittersweet taste of sarcasm in Franco’s words only made Lando’s anger grow bigger. The english boy got out of his car with an unusual agressivity he has not show before, and the race wasn’t starting for a couple of hours more.

“I see that you are extra confident today Colapinto, and you haven’t win a single race since February, and it’s nearly July.” Lando got closer to his rival, each of the words in his sentence came out with more anger than the one before.

“Looks like you are in a bad mood mate, problems in paradise?” Franco was confident for today’s race but he didn’t even care if he won, he knows that even if he ends second people will still choose him over Lando. That was Lando’s weak point, that all of his so called fans where starting to cheer for Franco. Everything Lando used to have was starting to be Franco’s property.

Carlos, Lando’s best friend and his car’s mechanic, got closer to his friend and grabed his arm while saying “This is useless mate, concentrate” and left with him to the Aston Martin.

Alex greeted Franco with a head nod. “Drive safely Fran, this track is dangerous.” Alex and Franco started competing against each other but after an accident Alex stopped racing. Franco only nodded to Alex’s words.

The usual blond girl with her characteristic denim shorts and the two flags stopped in between the two cars, lifted the flags and winked at Franco. Befor getting inside his car he answered with a smirk. The girl named the rules as she alwas did before all of the races. Lando and Franco where already starting their engines.

Franco’s Nissan GT-R R34 sounded louder tan Lando’s car but he could still listen to his rival’s yell. “Hey Franco, whoever wins gets the girl.” And without saying her name Franco already knew who was Lando talking about.

The blond girl waved the two flags down. The race started and the two cars, parallel to each other, started running up the hill.

Lando’s Aston Marting gained distance from Franco’s Nissan but he didn’t stay back. The first corners Lando was ahead but Franco came lika rocket, risking everything to overtake Lando. His playfull and confident mood made a dramatic change to a serious and dangerous temper.

Lando knew what he was doing. Charles’ showed the track to Lando way before the race day so he did some laps to practice. He had the track memorized from start to finish, and he knew how his car worked in that circumstances. He was prepared. Franco wasn’t. However, Franco was known for his mental agility and his inprovisation skills. That track was perfect for him, and Lando knew it.

Franco knew it was dangerous, even Alex told him before getting inside the car, but he decided to turn off the car’s lights making him invisible for Lando. That strategy helped him overtake Lando and once he was safe and in front of him he turned on the lights again. Lando was surprised, he knew Franco was willing to risk his life in order to win, but he didn’t expect him to use that strategy in a forest at midnight. Both of them could have died.

The circuit was ending, and at the same time Lando’s chance to win was ending too. When both of them where in the final corner some blue and red lights surprised them both, making them stop their engines abruptly and stopping their cars in front of the polices’ ones.

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“Neither of you will have their car back” Lando just stared at the police officer with an anoyed expression while Franco, who was seated next to Lando in the cell, was mentally insulting himself. Lando did not have any problem with not getting the Aston Martin back, he had enough money to buy five cars and modify the five of them, he probably had already more modifyed cars at his house. On the other hand, Franco only had his Nissan, and he defenitely did not have enough money to buy another car and modify it. He didn’t even had the money to bail himself out, but he knew someone who could help him with that, the question was: Whould she do it?

“You are awfuly quiet today Colapinto” The officer, who Franco has encounter many times before, teased him. He only answered with a sarcastic smiles that lasted half a second, then he went back to his serious and anoyed face.

“I want to call someone” Lando stood up. The officer nodded and opened the cell, onec Lando was out he closed to door again and guide him to the telephone.

Ten minutes after Lando was back with a smile on his fase, he was getting out of there. “Your turn” The officer talked to Franco, he just denied with his head. “I can’t call anyone” He answered. And it was true. He could only call one person, but Lando already anticipate him and called her first. He knew it.

The officer left and the two boys where left alone again. “I won” Franco said while looking to the floor. Lando looked at him, anoyed. “No, you didn’t. We didn’t finish the race.” Lando was right. However, before the police appeared Franco was ahead so, in his mind, he did won, but Lando won’t accept it.

Fifteen minutes after Y/n appeared. She left two envelopes in the officer’s desk and got closer to the cell. Once Lando saw her he got up and got closer to his girlfriend. “Hey love, I’m sorry, I promisse it won’t happen again.” Her annoyed expression didn’t change, she just waited until Lando was out of the cell, thanked the officer and left the place with Lando grabing her waist while telling her his ways he will make it up to her.

Franco just stayed there looking at the wall, wishing the time went quicker. Not even five minutes after, the officer came back and opened the door. “Looks like you’re out too”.

When y/n entered the police station she left two envelopes, one with Lando’s name to bail him out, and another one with Franco’s name, to bail him out too. But Lando just asked for himself when he called her. She payed for Franco, like she did multiple times before, because she wanted and without Lando noticing.

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The morning after, y/n was cleaning the kitchen after the breakfast when Lando entered the room. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck softly. “Love, c’mon talk to me” Lando had a soft spot for her, but she was pissed. She warned him that the track he was going to was dangerous and besides, it was a relly easy place for the police to find out and arrest them, which did happened. She warned him and he still went, because he can’t lose a race against Franco Colapinto. He can’t lose her against him.

“I told you not to go, that it was dangerous, that if you didn’t end up in an accident you will end up in the cell of the police station, and you still went. Tell me Lando, what happened at the end?” He hated it when she used that tone with him, he knew she was right and he felt awful and dumb, that was the kind of power she held on him.

“Franco Colapinto also ended up being there” His tone changed to a serious one in that sentence.

“I don’t care what happens with him, you are my boyfriend, not him” She answered with a challenging look in her eyes.

“You don’t care but you bail him out every time, like you did yesterday, for example” He was fed up with all the times his girlfriend had helped his rival. Besides, he alwo knew what was going on between them both.

“He doesn’t have the money, I feel bad for him”

“What a horrible excuse. And love, I’ve heard you saying more convincing lies.” With that said Lando left the house. Y/n just stayed there without knowing what to do.

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“He found out.” Y/n’s body was above Franco’s. She had her head on his chest and his hand was on her hair. Even in stressful situations he brings calmness to her, something strange when it comes to Lando. He was pure stress and noise, even tough he had his sweet and loving moments. It was ironic that the quiet and calm one was Franco, who was known for his neverending conversations and his energy.

“I know” His answer was quick, straightforward, took y/n by surprise. “Before the race he said that the winner would win you” The air came out of Y/n’s lips as a sigh. She knew how Lando was, but she would never expect something like that.

“And who won?” Even though the idea of being a price between the two drivers wasn’t her favourite she still was curious about the result.

“The police appeared before we could finish the lap, but befor that I was ahead of Lando.” She just let out a small sound, like she understood. Franco just stayed there, looking at the ceiling. “Why don’t you just break up with him? He’s bad for you.” Y/n looked at Franco.

“I can’t” It was true, she couldn’t. But he didn’t understand why. She was here with him, she could have him entirely. He was ready to give her his whole heart but she was still choosing Lando over him. “I still love him.”

“You clearly don’t” That quick and short sentence came out more agressive that he intended to. “You can’t love him when you are here with me instead of being with him right now. You keep choosing me all the times, except when you are with me and I ask you to, then you choose Lando.”

“Fran…” She cups his fase with both of her hands and he, unconsciously, leans into her touch. “I’m sorry.”

And she truly was. She was in love with both of them but she didn’t know if that was true at all. How can someone be in love with two people at the same time? Y/n knew she couldnt choose both of them. She knew that Franco would give her his entire world and that Lando, even after everything she has done, would do anything for her.

Franco and Lando's rivalry went beyond cars and Racing, they where competing to get the girl too. It looked like Lando was wining but he wasn’t sure at all anymore, and Franco wasn’t going to give up that easily either.

[anghraine]

Not to be a lesbian, but one of the funnest parts of carefully constructing my femslash Kirk/Spock AU is combing through screenshots of Lauren Bacall to compare lighting and expressions and such. for research

(shout out to mutual enabler @betty-fran, your version is in my queue somewhere and definitely helped take me from "hmm almost all f!Kirk art I've seen leans heavily to the masc and yet I truly can't see f!Kirk as anything but a Lauren Bacall-style dramatically-lit noir bombshell with a tinge of androgyny" to "actually. I'm pretty sure Jess Kirk in the AU literally is just canon Kirk+Golden Age Lauren Bacall")

[jjaydazo]

Hi sorry that I bothered you 😅,so I'm curious on your opinions of the au flowerfell frans and the so called "fans" that misinterpreted the au,also I'm going to be shameless and ask,if I can see another masterpiece of your swap frans?

Just sad and disappointed by the so called "fans". theres nothing left for me to say other than what I said before from my last Flowerfell frans fanart.

I guess I'll post this old art of swap frans from months ago while I'm at it.

(posted it privately only to my friends and peers I guess I won't let this rot in shadows anymore)

If you want to request more swap frans well.. *taps the Kofi mug*

[gabico]

Gabico masterlist ao3 only

!Not including spanish/chinese fics!

If you have any additions pls comment here or message me

I will be editing this as the fics progress

Last update 23.6.2025

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Rated M

Kaput! By lesbian ambiance

2/2 parts 3k

Nico has a thing for gabis neck and gabi gets off on that

Vampyrism by gripyourwits

Rated E

1/1 3.5k

Gabi very openly flirts with nico, nico says he doesnt like it, they tease eachother, get drunk, they end up going to one of their hotels

'cause the feeling makes me weak by grip your wits

Rated G

1/1 1.3k

After Australia, Fernando checks in on him. It’s supposed to be a morale thing, you know—two times champion checking in on little Gabriel. But Gabriel’s grown used to the likes of Fernando and Max in ways he hasn’t even grown used to his teammate, and then Fernando asks him how he’s been sleeping, of all things. Fluffy romance

Out of control by curse_of_cain

Rated E

2/3 11k

Nico is obsessed with gabis neck (again) and nico notices that that turns gabi on whole fic is very soft

It's just a saturday night by lastwaves

Rated E

1/1 1k

Nico and gabi make a bet that if gabi gets through to q2 in australia nico will blow him

Breakfast and teasing by catxx

Rated teen and up audiences

1/1 0.9k A/B/O

Nico a gabi o

Gabi comes late to a breakfast with the rookies and they tease him about his relationship with nico

Holidays and hallways by YaleeBry

Not rated

1/1 1k

Hogwarts au, Gabi misses Nico, estie teases him, Nico comes home early, fluff

Veritas occulta

Rated E

2/? 4k

Hogwarts au, gabis a ravenclaw and nicos a slytherin, follows gabis pov, nico is dissaproving of gabi at first, roommates with liam, is intimidated by isack

Poison stains my mouth by march_melody

Rated G

3/? 3.5k

They play 20 questions, both povs, they go out together, while gabi flies home they text and alonso gives gabi some advice

Tease by VettelMyPretzel (AndroidHeaven)

Rated M

1/1 1.5k

Gabi teases nico, nico is into it and decides to do smth about that

Make you feel better by Muldjord

Rated E

1/1 1.3k

Nico finds a way to cheer gabi up after australia

Soft corners by User0101

Rated teen and up audiences

2/? 1.7k

Fluffy romance where nico is pining for gabi

More of the same by ontheroad_again

Rated G

2/2 2k

Cute fluff, gabi explains words to nico, second chapter is a chatfic with the other rookies

I like the dirty rhythm you play by liv1ngonaprayer

Rated M

1/3 0.6k

Gabi gives nico a car handjob

Aquamarine by RlSSl2001

Rated M

1/1 2k

Tage wie diese by Not_that_syndrigast

Gabi and nico talk about their hug post race, they have sex, not very descriptive (of the sex)

New York (english ver.) by RlSSl2001

Rated E

1/1 2k

New York. Times Square lit up. The premiere of F1: The Movie brings together stars and drivers, but for Gabriel Bortoleto, the real show happens right next to him: Nico Hülkenberg.

1/1 3k

Rated E

Nico gets P5, Gabriel decides he deserves to be celebrated. Who would be better for that than his own teammate?

You enjoy hoarding him don't you? By Fran (Ferret_Rusty)

Rated E

1/1 0.5k

Gabico+franco Franco got jealous of Gabi for hoarding Nico

Team!!! By Hyunnie_Honey

Rated teen and up audiences

1/1 2k

Nico and gabi crash nico gets mad hurt no comfort made me cry

Goosebumps

Rated E

1/1 4.5k

Mutual teasing, they fuck drunk, fem gabi,

Old man by Nepstherr

Rated E

1/1 1.8k

If nico guesses the brainrot gabi loses a piece of clothing, he eventually gets rid of all his clothes and they fuck

Soft Everything by Elliott_Hinged

Rated teen and up audiences

1/1 1k

Nico is worried about his racing and age, Gabi just wants him to feel better

Spitfire by Zjol

Rated E

1/3 4k

He catches Gabriel’s gaze. Big round eyes in wonder, lips kiss-swollen and red, tasting of tannins from the wine. It’s almost stifling — the laser focus of his attention — and Nico kisses him again, close-mouthed, just to get him to shut his eyes. Needs him to stop staring like he sees something worth looking at.

I wanna see you strut by bones_2_be

Rated M

1/1 3k

In which the Sauber boys celebrate a double points finish in Singapore.

For the prompt: Gabi / nico where nico has never been with a guy before and Gabi has please

They're doing WHAT in the Sauber garage? By figgypudding77

Rated E

1/1 3k

Gabi helps Nico celebrate his first podium.

Ten points by trikolor

Rated E

1/1 2k

Gabriel could swear he had not drunk enough to do anything questionable, but still, somehow he found himself following Nico to his hotel room. Maybe the heat of the Barcelona air was driving him insane.

Set after the 2025 Spanish Grand Prix.

Temperance

Rated E

1/1 1.5k

Nico is going to die on Gabriel's hands and he's not complaining about it.

i wanna be your slave, i wanna be your master (and if you wanna use me, i could be your puppet)

Rated M

1/1 0.7k

During the F1 movie premiere – shitty movie, by the way, what’s the big deal with it anyways – Nico decides the wisest thing to do is, apparently, publicly grope Gabriel. Gabriel drags him in a bathroom stall to lecture him, but said lecture soon just turns into a making out session, as it always goes with them.

get your heart beatin' baby by nothingelsematters

Rated E

1/1 3k

Nico Hulkenberg is 37, the biggest name in fashion photography, and newly divorced. He's just been handed a massive contract to shoot a collection in Brazil.

He prides himself on not being one of those photographers who creeps on their models. But then he's introduced to a rising young Brazilian star. And Gabriel Bortoleto is a man who knows what he wants.

Crushes and Barcelona hugs by wonderfulsunflower

Rated G

1/1 1k

Gabi has a crush on his teammate, but how couldn't he when his teammate is no other but the amazing Nico Hülkenberg? He has tried to hide it, but maybe after Barcelona things will change between them

F1 Movie Premiere by minriki

Rated E

1/1 2k

“Like you didn’t love it. Out there.” Nico stepped closer. “When I touched you.”

Gabi’s breath caught.

“Nico—”

“You bent over,” Nico said, tilting his head slightly, gaze sharp and unrelenting. “Bit your lip. Tried to laugh it off like I didn’t feel your pulse jump under my hand.”

it's hard to finish sentences, i'll sell my pride instead by RaduIsSatansNumOne

Rated G

1/1 2.5k

It starts as a joke. “Don’t fall in love with me.”

Gabriel fires back without missing a beat. “That won’t be a problem."

They both pretend it’s funny.

They both pretend it’s fine.

But something’s shifting — quiet moments, lingering glances, hands that stay held a little too long.

And when the storm hits, there’s only one bed left between them.

This ain't my first rodeo (but I've never had a ride like you) by bones_2_be

Rated E

1/1 3k

A/B/O

In which a run-in with Kimi Antonelli sends Gabriel's weekend off course, and Nico is there to help him get back on track.

Somewhere in Northern Spain by Ace_Base

Not rated

1/? 2.5k

Cmbyn AU

Fernando and his adopted son Gabi have spent countless summers in Asturias. Their villa is always bursting with friends, family, and special guests. This year, Fernando invites along Nico Hulkenberg, a German researcher who just needs a bit of time away. Gabi, being the people person he is, cannot stay away from the intriguing man. This is bound to be a long, hot summer.

a working theory by weegreenbean (ayebydan)

Rated teen and up audiences

1/1 1.5k

It is underhanded to try and provoke Nico but well, he is Fernando’s protegee so insisting to everyone on the fan stage that really Nico would be jealous if Gabi took a man out on a date is just him learning from seeing Mark flustered on live tv insisting he would not want to be married to Fernando. If Gabi starts by getting under Nico’s skin in person then it will surely reach the point that he won’t need to be in his presence at all. Mark took years to crack but if Fernando is the master then Gabi is the apprentice and it is his duty to Fernando’s mentorship to break Nico faster.

Or that had been the theory, a decent theory, a theory that Gabi can now fully admit needs some work.

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OR the one where gabi wasn't meant to catch feels for his older teammate and his manager deffinetly wasn't supposed to involve himself.

[the-writing-mobster]

Sooooo busy this month! Comms + anniversary + fransweek prep!

Does anyone want to crowd my inbox with motivation, questions about my aus or well wishes? (Or all three...😏)

I would love to hear from y'all!

[peachhcs]

forever grateful → social media post

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy announces her goodbye to umich soccer, but hello to bay fc!

this wouldn’t happen until after samy’s junior year season (end of 2025, start of 2026) but i became inspired to make a social media post for her about it (also i am slowly answering everyone's requests :))

au masterlist

samyhughes tonight i said goodbye to this amazing team. i couldn’t be more grateful for such an amazing 3 years with these girls and this community. the university of michigan has always been my home since i walked onto the campus when i was 12 years old. i fell in love with the culture and the sense of home i felt anytime i was there.

i wanna say thank you to coach klein for taking a chance on me and seeing the potential i had to be something big. you never saw me as just a freshman, but instead as a girl who you trusted to completely rewrite what it means to be a umich women’s soccer player. i carried this season’s captaincy on my heart & my co captains always believed in me.

while this chapter is coming to a close, i can’t wait to open up the next one. as most of you know, i have signed on with bay fc into the nwsl and i couldn’t be more excited for what’s to come.

forever and always a wolverine <3

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hannahduke could not be more proud of you. you’re gonna do such great things and i can’t wait to come visit you in san fran 😌

| samyhughes please please come visit me gonna miss u so much

user1 omgggg i can’t believe she’s leaving early ugh so proud of her tho

user2 i just knowww they’ll be talking about her for years and what she did for that program

user3 i can’t believe she turned around that program as a freshman and then continued to make it even better

marcieevans11 super proud of u best friend ur gonna do great things ❤️

| samyhughes i love you mar forever my rock

edwards.73 what an amazing accomplishment and three years. it’s been such an honor watching you play

| samyhughes i hope jersey’s been treating you good

markestapa coolest person i know you’re gonna kill in san francisco 🙂‍↕️

| samyhughes means a lot mark come visit!!

lhughes_06 proud to call you my sister. you’re awesome pop ❤️

| samyhughes thanks for always believing in me ❤️

tyler___duke5 the legacy lives on forever gonna crush it in cali

| samyhughes i can’t believe im saying this but i’m gonna miss u

tj_hughes13 what a good ride it’s been w u come back and visit sometime

| samyhughes always come back and visit

user4 such a memorable season for her ugh i’m gonna miss her in mich so much

user5 the genes in this family is crazyyy now all 4 kids are pro

seamuscasey26 wow! this is huge, congrats!!

| samyhughes thank you!!!

g.brindley4 always knew u had it in u

| samyhughes such a wild ride

jackhughes so incredibly proud of u pop. i can’t wait to keep watching you shine

| samyhughes hughes went coast to coast 😎

_quinnhughes what a huge accomplishment! michigan will always be here for you. can’t wait to be able to have u closer to van

| samyhughes expect MANY visits from me :)

rutgermcgroarty epiccc highest so proud

| samyhughes thanks rut 🥹

julianne_gelinas my biggest inspiration!!!

| samyhughes i love you!!!

emmagcooper san fran wont know what hit em!!!

| samyhughes they sure won’t!

dylanduke25 they grow up so fast 🥹

| lhughes_06 they really do

| samyhughes 🥹

blairestevenson WOWOW!!! you’re so cool samy!!! so excited to have u on the west coast with us!!

| samyhughes IM SOOO EXCITED!!!

beckettsennecke_ WELCOME TO CALIIII

| samyhughes YUPPP

trevorzegras heard u were coming out west. congrats little hughes!!

| samyhughes thanks trev!!!

| jackhughes u can never get rid of us 😉

ryan.leno_4 already bought tickets for your debut 😛

| samyhughes see you then!!

gabeperreault44 so proud of you hughesy i always knew you’d make it far

| samyhughes i’m so flattered 😇 come see me in cali!!!

kayleighdocherty_ wow!! this is awesome samy! i’m so proud of you!! cali will look so good on you

| samyhughes hope this means we can hang out more! 😊

drewf2 SHES CALI BOUND OFFICAL!!

| samyhughes ITS OFFICIAL ALRIGHT!

user6 everyone supporting and congratulating her is soo cute 🥰🥰

user7 i’d give anything to be who she is

aram_minnetian +1000 aura

| samyhughes LMAO plssss

jacob_fowler24 sooo now we have to come visit for u AND will

| samyhughes YUPP

zeevbuium28 sooo fucking cool ur so awesome

| samyhughes thanks zeev

jameshagens_4 MMHMMM yuppp from wolverine to pro soccer player in the span of 3 months 🥱

| samyhughes run it backkk

teddystiga_ what a great accomplishment!

| samyhughes ugh thanks teddy come to cali to see will and i!!

_willvote congrats! you’re gonna kill it

| samyhughes thanks voteyy

samanthaminnetian sooo awesome samy ugh so proud you’ve grown and done so much in the last 3 years. i can’t wait to see you continuing to thrive

| samyhughes i love uuu 🥰

danielle_minnetian coolest person i know wowowow

| samyhughes 🥰🥰

mackcelebrini SLEEPOVERS EVERY NIGHT NOW!!!

| samyhughes YAYAYAY

| _willsmith2 SLEEPOVER SLEEPOVER

eklund_72 soo presh samy! congrats and welcome to cali!!

| samyhughes thanks ekky!! :))

thombordeleau_ michigan to cali pipeline continuing! congrats on a great three years and welcome to the next!!

| samyhughes had to continue the tradition 🙂‍↕️

michaelhagens_11 awesome accomplishment!!! you’re a beast fr

| samyhughes thank ya haggy 😌

nick_moldenhauer what will i do at michigan without you???

| samyhughes stop spending so much money LMAO

_willsmith2 so incredibly proud of you❤️❤️ can’t wait to see you on a professional field super soon you deserve it so much

| samyhughes i love you!!! can’t wait to be even closer ❤️❤️

[dustcrumbs]

Hi, im an art blog, obviously. You can call me Frésh or Dustcrumbs.

At this moment, I do not have a persona to use to represent myself.

Other blogs/socials/tags

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About ME!!

I'm a minor. Level 998382800 /j

I prefer being referred to as they/them its/it, but I do not mind being referenced with masculine pronouns.

I am uncomfortable with feminine pronouns, so please attempt to refrain yourself from using them for me.

I am non-binary. And a pansexual.

I have an amazing partner, who I adore greatly, and her blog is @k1llercrumbs !! I don't know if she'll post much, but she's there to support me gehehe. If I ever tag her while reblogging ur post. Know that's a BIG compliment.

Basic DNI stuff: Proshippers and supporters, or people who ragebait it. Homophobes, transphobes, racists, albiests, AI artists/supporters, endo systems, and etc, are not tolerated on my page. If I find out you are any, I will block you. THIS INCLUDES FRANS.

I do not check who follows me frequently, so please save us both the trouble and just don't interact with me. I won't bother you, and you won't bother me.

I'm mostly Undertale Aus and Forsaken, but you'll maybe see some mob psycho or Dandys world from me once-in-a-lifetime.

Do not try to force me to draw things for you. That's an easy way to get blocked.

You can use my art as profiles or banners, credit included :3.. But if you're going to use my art on a post of yours, let me know. I don't want my art used in negative ways to hurt others!!

I don't use tone tags frequently, so don't take things I say seriously. I usually act dramatic or over-exaggerate a LOT. If I'm acting rude, I'm sorry, but that's most likely not what I meant for my tone to pass on as.

(Last updated 3/6/25) mm/dd/yy

[aaroleswapau]

Do you have any swap!franziska art? Wanna see more of her design

i unfortunately don't have any polished art of her bc i think when i drew this, my swap au hyperfixation was starting to wane, whoops! these are just some very quick sketches of what i wanted her new thing in the swap au to be.

(i will be putting old art of her old design if you want to see it under read more pftt [unfortunately not a lot of them bc i wasn't vibing with the old role i gave her so i wasn't drawing her a lot 😔])

oki doks, now time for a lore dump!!!!! (copy-pasting what i wrote on the bird app a long time ago):

ok, so the thing is, i gave a bit of redd white's role to mvk. my reasoning for that is since he's the one who killed gregory (who has mia's role), he'd have to take on that role too. when characters don't have any like, "exact" foils for their roles to be swapped with, i either make them stay the same or hobble some roles together. mvk's case was the latter.

so mvk runs a private eye that's connected to the prosecutor's office (he's corrupt bc have you seen that guy) and franziska happens to be working there.

mvk also happens to be one the people responsible for covering up the details about mia's death.

i wanted to change franziska's job from my first version of her bc she doesn't really have a connection to the supernatural, so i just gave her a job that works closely in the covering crimes too.

but yeah, fran has to meet gregory, and then she gets framed by redd white

and she's furious about it, of course! that fool works under her father, how dare he put the blame on her!

with how fran is supposedly cooperating with gregory, i think mvk would've really wanted her to catch the fall even with how much he cares about his daughter. he's an 'end justifies the means' kind of guy.

i don't think fran realizes until swap!jfa that it was her father who purposely tried to frame her and the one who ordered to kill gregory.

i think she'd feel really torn by that and the guilt with how miles defended her before knowing all that would've ate her up (the fact that gregory is dead, no spirit channeling or anything makes this more fucked up for them i think agfhhjh)

however, i still haven't figured out why franziska would agree to talk to gregory if he's investigating mia's death, and i'm not quite sure why gregory would've been investigating mia's death in the first place bc unlike mia in the regular verse, he'd have no connections to her case at least

(that would probably require some aai duology knowledge that i do not have right now ASKSKS)

my brain isn't fully working right now so i can't fully ramble on about her design, but i did think it was important to make her dress eccentric; and i know that everyone dresses eccentric in aa, but particularly that one point in turnabout sisters where april may should've remembered maya bc she dressed weird? i wanted the same for franziska ASKSKS roast her old-timey gothic looking ass!!!!!

and from my recent drawing of her, i think if i were to draw like, a polished ref for her, i would like to show the fact that her make-up is severe. again, 'eccentric' or whatever pftt

i originally had her be like a witch, some sort of seer who could communicate with the dead through her crystal ball. scrapped that and changed it bc it was just not digging my dudes asdghd a shame tho bc i'm rather fond of her big-ass veil witch hat thingy