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Awesome Ladies Ficathon, this is is the RPF celebration. Why should fictional women have the only party? We want your women of RPF, and we want 'em all. Ciswomen, transwomen and female-identified, gay, straight, and queer. You want to read about a woman who doesn't have a "fandom"? So do we! For real, bring us the women
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Her biggest first was American Idol, of course. It was the first time she felt like she mattered at all in the music industry, and it was undoubtedly the first time anyone else thought that she mattered. She got to do everything she'd always dreamed of doing- she got to sing and play guitar on stage, on TV for chrissakes, she got to live in a house with people who had done so many things with their lives already, she got to prove herself to the world. It was the first time she felt powerful, confidant. Sexy, even. She had sang on television before, but it was the first time she really knew what she was doing- it was the first time that, well, mattered.
She had her first best friend and her first secret crush in a tall, handsome man with slicked-back hair and a leather jacket and a voice like Freddie Mercury. She'd never been around someone like Adam, someone so amazing and talented and beautiful and so ridiculously unattainable. He was the first person who could make her go weak at the knees with just a smile, and he was the first person to gently and regretfully break her heart. But he was also the first person to let her know she was perfect just the way she was and that in the future, she herself would break countless hearts.
Yes, sixteen was a year of firsts. She had normal firsts- driving a car, going on a date, wearing daring high heels. She also had secret firsts- sexual firsts, self-discovering firsts, naughty firsts.
Sixteen was the first year in Allison's life that seemed to matter.
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