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HHHHHHPLY FUCK i just watched nimona. oh my god. oh my god
#my post#ITS SOSOOOOOOO GOOOD OH MY GODDDD#I CRIED#<- cries at every movie ever#BUT I DID I DID CRY#AUGHGHHHH#WHEN SHE#WHEN SHEE#THE SWOND#AND SHE TRUED TO WALK INTO IT#OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD#AUGHHH D:#NIMONA MY BELOVED TH E MOVIE OF ALL TIMESEEEEEEE#I HAVE TO FORCE MY BROTHER TO WATCH THIS
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Being a girl w a genuinely drop-dead gorgeous mom can be so psychically damaging bc why does my mom have honey-brown eyes and warm blonde hair and glowing porcelain skin and full lips and a naturally slender figure ??? And when I was a little girl I legit thought she was a model bc she’s so pretty????? She has instilled me w a lot of self-confidence about my looks so like it’s fine but still!!! It is hard not to compare yourself when ur mother is beautiful without even trying
#where’s that one quote that’s like the dichotomy of having a mother who’s also very pretty etc etc#oh AND brains. she’s an engineer & a total workaholic & so analytical & smart#she taught me women can be pretty and intelligent ever since I could walk <3#i luv my mom sm it’s tru#p
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[hachi vc] gods forgive me but i am just a mortal woman left alone in this daiso
#mun art.#mirror.#she's a softie! a romantic! and she loves a good bear! case closed!!!!!!!!#she would sadly put the bear back though...... [hachi vc] i can't buy myself a valentine's bear that's insane.#[hachi vc] (wistfully) i will leave u here for the tru romantics who will gift you to a loved one. godspeed.#walks away. looks back. walks two more steps. looks back.#oh my god why does it look so sad and dejected now that she's walked away from it........ get a grip girl!!! stay strong!!!!!#once again we are not even in february yet but here is. vday themed art
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"oh, how sad . . . " malachi hummed whilst his darkened gaze remained fixated upon sasume; though, it seemed as if he was looking through her. & with the snap of gloved fingers would a plushie in the shape of a turtle fall into the other's hands. "animals that were left alone from the beginning. always having to fend for themselves . . . " a pause. "hiding within the safety of their shell & keeping everyone out, though, what will one do if someone finally breaks through?"
Unprompted* / Always Accepting // @metrictita
"What?" is all she says at first, left only to send the other an utterly baffled look— what's sad? How? And what the hell does she—
Startles as a too-tiny plush falls into her hands. Though it's too flexible for her to worry about breaking it, it still feels like too much to dare to properly grip it either. Not with her strength.
She almost misses his words— except she doesn't, and each one just makes her all the more puzzled with every word.
"....What does that have to do with anything?" she huffs, tucking the plush into her breast pocket (leaving the head exposed). Confusion gives way just enough to realize she'd been asked a question herself, and huffs.
"Get some fucking glue—?"
Presuming anyone ever could, in the first place.
#metrictita#metrictita: malachi#asks //#(ish)#ic // sasume#sa prolly Would clock the subject faster (aka. at all) if not for the fact of#OMG SQUISHY ITTY BITTY BABY BEAN....... (she has never had one)#and also just. it being so cute. if also a symbol of Turtle. that her brain would refuse to associate it w her#(her answer is tru tho. smth smth shes too familiar w injury for her to do anything else but walk it off :') so to speak)#smth smth if this were atlaverse. turtledog sa u wu#q //
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vi who sleeps in nothing but a pair of boxers/plaid pants (coz she runs super hot)...good luck trying to get any sleeping done next to allat ( . 人 . )
right. we are so back (i say, as if i've fucking gone anywhere except or being chronically online here writing vi fics) but pls put ur hands together for the original shirtless sleeper vi anon; our one tru savior who spawned all those topless vi hcs
18+, nip mention, college roommate!vi cinematic universe
vi, who runs super fucking hot all the time, sleeps in nothing but boxers or boy shorts, always kicks the blankets off the bed. before you got together, you'd sometimes find her passed out on the couch in the living room, snoring, her shirt rucked all the way up, her abs out on full display, on hand thrown over her head, the other dangling off the edge of the couch.
you've had to wake her up more than once, tug her over your shoulders, and half-drag, half-walk her to her own bedroom, dumping her on the bed, coaxing her into a semi-normal sleeping position before tucking her in.
but the next morning, when you'd wake up to check on her, you'd always find her somehow with all the sheets thrown off her (even in the dead of winter), and her shirt magically discarded somewhere on her floor, her torso bare, her nipple rings glinting in the morning light seeping in from the cracks between her eternally closed blinds.
sometimes, you'd linger over the sleeping shape of her, a stupid little indulgent smile on your lips as you sigh and walk back out of the room.
now that you're together though, it's even worse (and by that i mean better) bc she's a cuddler, you know she is. and she loves wrapping herself around you when she sleeps, digging her nose into the nape of your neck if she's big spoon, or just curling herself over your body, her leg thrown over both of yours, one of her arms looped around your middle --
except she's a human furnace, and in the summers, you've already got the ac blasting, but somehow its still not enough, and you always wake up in the middle of the night, skin sticky with a thin layer of sweat, trying to get some air. but when you try to roll away from her, she'd always whine and chase you, pull you back tighter into her arms, nuzzle against your cheek and mumble something about not leaving her.
"vi -- i'm not going anywhere, i'm just sweating --"
"mm... turn the ac up more..."
"okay, but you have to let me go first."
"mmm.... don't wanna..."
but the fact that her tits are rubbing up against your arm, her nipple rings cool along your skin -- you shiver, and she chuckles.
"can't be that hot if you're shivering like that."
you groan; she sounds way more awake now than a second ago. fuck.
"j-just -- lemme go turn down the ac --"
"don't -- i'm comfy." she locks you into her chest, her nose pressing into your cheek as she ghosts her lips over your skin. you can't help the tiny whimper that squeezes out of your throat.
you've got a quiz tomorrow (technically, later on today since it's like 4am in the morning) in fluid mechanics and you really can't be losing sleep like this but --
vi's already shifting, twisting you towards her, cupping your cheek to turn your face. your lips meet and you know it's a lost cause to try and resist.
"c'mon pretty girl -- spread those legs for me -- gotta work up a sweat first if you wanna cool down after, right?" she says as she tugs your legs open with one of her ankles hooked over yours, keeping your leg pinned beneath hers as her free hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties.
needless to say, you don't get much sleep for the rest of the night. you still manage to make it to your fluid mechanics class the next day, and the quiz goes... okay. but your ac bill is really really way too high that month.
#⛈ monsoon season#vi x reader#arcane x reader#vi smut#arcane smut#college roommate!vi#lmao this au is really just becoming like the fucking avengers universe on this blog huh#i love it tho no complaints here; but i do have other aus i am Thinking (TM) about and i wanna write about them soon#vi x you#arcane x you#vi arcane smut#vi x reader smut#arcane x reader smut#x reader#♨ steamy#arcane#lesbian#wlw fanfic#why is college gf vi such a menace and where can i get 14 of them thanks
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⋆˚࿔ espresso ꥟ ˚⋆ — sunny!reader x rafe
“ walked in and dream-came-trued for ya! “
i believe the saying goes, “she was like a shot of espresso.” rafe didn’t think that saying could fit a person more than it could fit you.
he’d see you at parties, dancing with his sister or giggling with the pogues. you never could seem to pick a side. this whole pogue vs kook rivalry never crossed your mind, for you were simply friends with everyone in kildare. he’d see you at the beach with your friends, tanning while listening to silly pop music and sipping on a fruity canned drink. you reminded him of the sun.
there was one night where sarah cameron invited you to her place for a start-of-summer party. rafe was dealing some coke, as per usual, and his eyes followed you as you walked in, holding hands with sarah while she led you inside. he’d never understood why girls held hands with each other, but wheezie said that it’s a universal girl thing, and he ‘would never get it.’
topper elbowed rafe out of his trance, laughing about how rafe had a little crush.
“nah, nah,” rafe denied instantly. “isn’t she a pogue?”
topper shakes his head. “nope. she just hangs out with them. her parents own that flashy smoothie shop, she’s a kook,”
“…oh, that’s good,” rafe mutters. he can’t quite avert his gaze from you.
“aw man, you’re desperate,” kelce is on his other side, patting his back, making rafe grunt and shoo him off. rafe can’t relate to desperation.
his night goes on per usual, getting bundles of cash handed to him as he deals. until topper speaks up after a bit. “she just broke up with pope,” he informs rafe. “she’s on the market,”
“yeah?” rafe checks.
“yeah. you should go talk to her,”
rafe hesitates, staring at you again. you’re not a dancer by any means, but both you and sarah are wiggling your shoulders a bit when a good song comes up. rafe would assume you’re drunk, the way your giggles echo through the room and the way you spill your drink when you stumble into sarah. but he thinks that’s just you, drunk on life. he eventually speaks. “no fucking way, she’s with my sister right now. sarah would lose her shit if i talked to little miss sunshine over there,”
“yeah, well, need i remind you i’m dating sarah, so i’ll just get her away, go make out for a bit, she looks drunk,” topper offers.
“…a’ight. yeah, lets do it bro.” rafe agrees, and they both get up off the couch. rafe stands a little bit away as he grabs another vodka pink lemonade for you, maybe a subtle bribe into talking, and a beer for himself. topper talks to sarah for a bit, greets you, then leads sarah away.
rafe’s literally directly behind you, when suddenly you’re already talking to someone else. you’re pretty chatty, it seems. rafe hangs around to catch you after your next conversation. but then he looks away for one second, then you’re gone again. he spots you on the balcony, with jj maybank. then a couple minutes later, you’re with kie carrera. then you’re shotgunning a drink with sofia. holy shit. you’ve got him wrapped around your finger already, and he looks so cute chasing after you. if he’s not pushy, he’ll never get his chance. so, channeling his inner ward cameron, he spots you with ruthie (who he never would’ve assumed you would associate with. maybe you’re just being polite), and he puts a hand on your shoulder from behind, spinning you around. “y/n. right?”
you blink, not expecting the sudden interruption. but you regain yourself quickly, smiling. “hi! yeah, i am,” you say. your voice sounds as sweet as honey. “you’re rafe cameron?”
you know who he is? he shouldn’t be surprised, you seem to know everyone, but he likes that you know, anyway. “uh, yeah, yeah, that’s me,”
“well it’s so nice to meet you,” you smile up at him. “it’s funny, sofia used to mention you a lot, and obviously im close friends with your sister. but i’ve never met you before,”
“..you’re friends with sofia?” is all he can think to ask.
“mhm. i’ve known her since grade 5. we’re not like, super close now, but we were when you guys dated,” sensing his sudden aversion to talking about her, his ex girlfriend, you shut up. “um, wanna go grab a drink?”
“oh— shit, yeah, um, brought one for you, actually,” he hands you the vodka pink lemonade. “saw you drinking one earlier, so..”
“oh my gosh, thank you so much,” you say. is he that sweet? you guess so.
“yeah, ‘course. heard sarah talk about you, and it’s all been good things, so i figured i’d try and meet you myself,”
“well now you have. i’ve heard her talk about you too,” you don’t have the heart to say it hasn’t been very good things.
it feels like this awkward small talk is going in circles. but maybe that’s a good, slow way to start something.
your name is suddenly called by a group of girls a couple meters away. “it was so nice to meet you rafe. i should go, they want me,” you say softly, reaching for his hands. he remembers when you came in holding sarah’s hands. it seems to be your thing. “i’ll see you around?”
“yeah—“ he clears his throat, gaining the courage to hold yours back. “yeah. see you around, y/n,”
you smile. you could swear he’s blushing. “you’re cute,” you say softly, squeezing his hands once more before retreating away.
he feels like he just took a shot of espresso, and now he’ll be thinking of you every night.
#౨ৎ isa writes#౨ৎ sunny!reader#obx#outer banks#obx x reader#rafe cameron#rafe cameron obx#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron x reader#rafe obx#rafe cameron prompt#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe smut#rafe imagine#rafe x reader#rafe fic#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron one shot#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron x you
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─ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘷. (𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺) 🍑
⤷ summary: austria. mclaren pr department can't read the room so shit officially hits the fan. at least y/n is getting paid for her troubles. lando thinks he can think his way out of this one 🤣
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"You want us to what?" Y/n asked incredulously.
There is no way. No. Fucking. Way.
"I know this may seem out of the blue, or even slightly unorthodox, however-" Michael started. Thirty-nine years old, head of the McLaren PR Department, her boss, and he thought this was only 'slightly' unorthodox. Right.
"I think we're a little past slightly, don't you think?" Lando muttered from the chair next to her. He wasn't looking at her directly anymore.
She had successfully ignored 127 messages, 53 phone calls, 3 emails, and a handful of indirect messages from Oscar, and he still didn't seem to get the hint. She shot him down once again when he tried to approach her before their meeting, after she had purposefully shown up as soon to the start time as possible to avoid him. Maybe that had been the final straw and he had understood she had no intention of speaking to him.
Lando's eyes met hers and Y/n swallowed down the guilt at his kicked puppy dog look. He was very good at looking pathetic, and she was starting to become skilled at ignoring it.
Not skilled enough.
"I'm well aware this is putting you both in a very precarious position, especially you Y/n considering your career," Michael continued, "but since you two have begun to interact on social media our numbers have nearly tripled. We've increased our social following across all platforms, we've increased engagement, Christ, we've even increased our merch sales. But if you two dated, a real, PR contract-based relationship, the results would be more than we could have hoped for at the start of the project."
"That was the point of hiring me," Y/n said sitting up. Yes, she was annoyed, but at this point who could blame her, "I knew my strategy of personalizing ourselves to the internet would work. I told you guys this would happen, and if we keep to it we could probably still reach these numbers you're looking for. What you're suggesting doesn't seem a bit far to you? A bit too risky?"
"Honestly, Y/n, the fact of the matter is this: we could increase what you've already started. If we go through with this project, we could see a skyrocket in our social media. This could do wonders for the team, especially given the results this season. No offense, Lando."
The Brit seemed to be dragged out of his thoughts at the comment and he simply shrugged and waved his hands impassively. Y/n intentionally ignored his disregard for the situation, because jumping across her seat and choking him would not solve any of her current problems- even if she really, really wanted to choke him.
"Do you understand what this can do to my career? This would look so unprofessional for me. The point of a PR relationship is that it doesn't really seem like a fake relationship. It would seriously decrease my options if or when I leave McLaren if it seems like I date my coworkers. You're basically condemning me to a life where I would never be hired again. I won't do it. I can't do this." Y/n said shakily, before standing up. It felt like she couldn't breathe, and it's not like she could turn to Lando for comfort in this because they weren't even friends. Not that he seemed all that bothered anyway. Lando seemed perfectly comfortable staring into space like the airhead he was.
Zak, who had been standing calmly in the corner of the room leaned toward her and squeezer her shoulder comfortingly. She had no doubt he knew how uncomfortable this situation must be for her. Unfortunately for her, he just didn't seem to care. Or at least not enough.
Michael sighed and stood up as well, walking around the desk he was sitting at so he was directly in front of her and Lando and sit on the desk itself.
"I hear your concerns Y/n, I really do, but you cannot truly expect that we wouldn't have some safety measures in place for your protection, can you? When I said this would be a contractual relationship, I meant it. There would be physical evidence that you were not violating any workplace policies, and were instead participating in a project that involved the relationship you would be a part of. We would provide any future employers with proof of this, given that they are willing to sign an NDA. You would not be left at risk in your future endeavors," Michael explained sympathetically. Y/n couldn't help but feel the insincerity of his words in comparison to his face.
They understood they were putting her in an uncomfortable position. They understood they were endangering her career no matter how many contracts she signed. And yet here they were, asking anyways.
"And if I just don't want to?" She asked and she heard Zak sigh from behind her. He took his hand off her shoulder.
Oh.
"Then I'm afraid we've reached a standstill here, haven't we?" Michael said. She inhaled sharply and looked down.
Oh. They were going to fire her. Of course.
"Are you serious?" Y/n finally turned to look at Lando. At some point in between when she had last looked at him and since she had begun to have her job dangled in front of her face he had stood up. He looked angry, not that he hadn't looked some variation of hurt, angry, and sad since he arrived.
"You can't seriously be threatening to fire her, right in front of me, over a project that no one in their right mind would agree to without any incentive. You do realize you haven't really offered her anything that would make her agree don't you? Do you do this to all of your employees or just the ones who carry nearly an entire department on their back?" Lando spit out angrily. He wasn't yelling, but he had sure as hell left the station of speaking calmly a while ago.
"Lando," Zak started through grit teeth, but Michael held up a hand.
"You're right Lando, I'm sorry, let me-"
"Why are you apologizing to me? I'm not the one whose job you were just threatening."
"You're right," Michael cleared his throat and returned back to his chair, "I'm sorry Y/n. Truly. I don't think we've approached the topic correctly at all. Let me start over. There is, of course, some incentive for you."
Y/n sighed, and looked over at Lando. Like usual, he was already looking at her. He was letting her take the reigns of the situation, he was letting her be in charge.
Because he respects you, a small part of her brain whispered and she closed her eyes and breathed in. She wasn't thinking about that anymore. She couldn't think about him anymore.
She sat down and stared at Michael. He could continue, but that didn't mean she would agree. Lando sat down as well, glaring at Zak over his shoulder until the older man walked away from behind Y/n's chair and back to the inconspicuous corner he had been in when they started.
"We had some extra money allotted in the budget," Michael started uncomfortably, pushing his glasses up his nose. His voice was wavering and uncertain, making his British accent even thicker. Y/n seemed to have an affinity for upsetting British men this week. Call it American reparations or whatever, but she was finding the prospect quite enjoyable.
"There would be a salary increase for you, should you choose to participate in the project." Michael stated, as he shifted some papers around on the desk. He uncapped a pen and wrote down a number on a piece of company branded legal pad paper. He folded the paper and slid it across the desk. Y/n, who had begun rubbing her temples irritatedly, closed her eyes as she sighed through her nose before reaching a hand out to look. Lando's hand slid in front of hers and grasped the paper before she could.
Her eyes widened in surprise and she looked at him incredulously as he unfolded the paper Michael had passed.
"Lando," Michael began and Lando cut the man off with a scoff. He crumpled the paper and tossed it in the trash.
"You're asking the girl to put her career on the line and that's the amount that you offer?" Lando scoffed. Michael continued to try to speak but Lando held his hand up.
"Let's break this down properly before we make anymore stupid offers," Lando said, voice dripping the arrogance that typically bothered Y/n the most.
"You're asking her to stick out her neck for a PR project that may not work the way you're hoping, you'll be expecting her to keep performing her current work functions while also appearing at additional McLaren events as my partner. On top of all of that, you'll probably also want us to be making public appearances on days and times where she wouldn't be working at all anyway," Y/n thought briefly that this might be the most serious she had ever heard him sound.
"You also can't expect anyone to believe any of this if she doesn't also behave like we're dating in public, and expecting physical affection with someone she isn't actually dating is a lot to ask of someone who isn't a robot, if you weren't already aware," Lando stated patronizingly.
"And that's not even acknowledging the multiple hostile workplace environment policies you've broken in this meeting alone. I really hope you're not expecting her to sign a contract right now without a lawyer on top of that, considering that's illegal." Lando finished, staring at Michael with more anger she had ever seen him show.
"So maybe we should try a much bigger number," Lando said, leaning forward in his chair, "might I recommend doubling it?"
Why was he doing this. She hadn't even heard him out since their argument, ignoring any attempts at conversation, and now he was fighting tooth and nail in a room where no one else was defending her. Including the CEO of the company, who quite literally held his job in his hands.
Maybe that's just his charm. That he never thinks things through. That he doesn't think at all, whether it hurts someone else or himself in the process or not. It's just in his nature to fight first and ask questions later. She couldn't decide whether that was something she could handle or not.
Michael cleared his throat and wrote a number down quickly, handing it to Lando this time instead of her. Lando looked at the number and turned to look at her, nodding and handing the paper over.
Y/n fumbled with the paper slightly before opening it and exhaling sharply through her nose. Right in front of her eyes was a one, a five, and 5 whopping zeroes.
One and a half million dollars. Lando had just gotten her one and a half million dollars.
"This," Y/n started with a shaking voice, before clearing it with a harsh swallow. This was more money than she had ever seen before in her life.
"This is what you're offering me instead of my current salary?" She asked uncertainly. She was getting a headache from the tension of the furrow of her brows.
"No of course not," Lando started, never looking away from Michael.
"This is a bonus they're offering in addition to your current salary, right?" He narrowed his eyes at Michael. Michael nodded aggressively.
"Yes of course. This would be a bonus for participating in the project. You would be receiving your current salary as well for the work you were already participating in," Michael assured and his shoulders slumped in relief when Lando looked away to finally look at her.
"You don't have to make any decisions now," Lando began gently, eyes visibly softening, but Y/n could hardly hear him.
Half a million dollars would be more than enough to pay off her student loans. One and a half million dollars was more money than she even knew what to do with.
"I'll do it," She agreed.
One and a half million dollars, she reassured herself as Lando smiled at her softly. She smiled back. She was only doing this for the money; the one and a half million dollars.
Lando ignored the fluttering in his stomach as she smiled at him for the first time all day. He cheered internally. Who cared about money, this would be perfect. He would make sure to be perfect.
Lando would be the best fake boyfriend she could ever ask for, starting now.
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ynusername austria views hit different this time of year 🥴
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user1 you need a bark cause i can dog real loud
user2 so close op, but not quite!
user1 ... i'm too embarrassed to try again atp
user3 A SOFT LAUNCH?? ON THIS FINE TUESDAY EVENING??
user4 i HATE happy couples, they ruin my mood fr
user5 no deadass, like i hope y'all find out you're cousins
user4 she's dating a m*n i feel so sick
user5 the white men got her 🧎♀️
user6 you know who else is in austria 👀
user7 i want to tell you to be fr... but lowkey that does look like lando
user8 BE SO FR YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HIS FACE
user9 i can't believe i'm lany/n truthing in god's year of 2023, but i am
user10 maybe lany/n is the friends we made along the way
user9 don't patronize me bitch iT'S RIGHT THEREEEEE
landonorris what book are you reading 🤨
ynusername stop acting like you know how to read
landnorris i didn't want to know anyways 😀👍
user11 damn girl they pay you to do this 😫 i don't even get vacation days
ynusername hi i'm saul goodman. did you know that you have rights? the constitution says you do. and so do i ☝️
user12 going on a date on a work trip, are we? 🫣
ynusername let's just call it an employee outing (;
user12 WAHT DOES THAT MEAN Y/N???
user13 OH MY GOD???
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mclaren lando norris p4? more likely than you think (ignore oscar, an intern let him out of his cage again) 😞
user14 he looks so happy, no one speak to me ever again
user15 it's that y/n effect
oscarpiastri quick question! WHAT THE FUCK.
oscarpiastri i am NOT an animal 😡 i don't need a cage
lilyzneimer DON'T YELL AT HER OSCAR 🫵 I'LL HAVE THE INTERN PUT YOU BACK.
mclaren yeah oscar 🤨 watch it
oscarpiastri this isn't a funny joke 😔 this isn't haha funny
user16 lando's best results after there are rumors they've started dating... hmmmm
user17 omg not y'all starting already
user16 what can i say the fanfics write themselves
user18 oscar fans can never catch a break, huh?
user19 i knew that last post was too good to be true
user20 @/oscarpiastri what happened to bribery??
oscarpiastri sorry guys, i pissed her off 😓
user21 ig since lando's off the shit list someone had to take his place
landonorris i got p4 for you admin 🤭
mclaren this is workplace harassment
landonorris ):
mclaren 🎻🤏 (it's the world's smallest violin playing the world's saddest song)
landonorris alright, fuck you ig
user23 lando flirting in the comments and then getting turned down in the most humiliating manner, what's new
landonorris ... it wasn't that humiliating
user23 🎻🤏
landonorris STOP OT NOW.
user24 i know y/n's boyfriend is reading these comments and weeping
user25 boy oh boy do i have news for you op
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f1wags Various sources have reported seeing Y/n L/n, the current McLaren social media manager and McLaren F1 Driver Lando Norris together across Austria during the GP weekend, and celebrating after. Various kisses and intimate interactions were reported by our sources, including the ones pictured above. What do we think about this new workplace romance?
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user26 IS THIS REAL???? IS THIS REALLLLLL??????
user27 THE PICTURES ARE THERE BUT I STILL DON'T BELIEVE IT
user28 they're so cute, it almost makes me forget that this is the most insane thing i'll see all year
user29 bro beat the norizz allegations
user30 THE KISS?? THE BEACH PICTURES??? THE DINNER HUG??? OH THEY'RE IN LOVE IN LOVE
user31 they grow up so fast
user32 he's not hot enough for her, next question!
user33 be so serious 🙄
mclaren zoo wee mama
user34 THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF????
mclaren hubba hubba
user35 from the team account is diabolical
user36 and they say bullying isn't a love language
user37 she hated on him so hard he fell in love with her
landonorris damn right she did
user38 lando try not to be down bad challenge *impossible* *never seen before*
user39 oh i know the twitter users that have been getting hate for weeks for saying the truth are MADDDD
user40 they couldn't have been more obvious, we've been in denial
user41 the eyes chico, they never lie
user42 oh i know zak brown is throwing up over this pr nightmare
user43 right like i think people are forgetting she's an employee 💀
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oscarpiastri what's all this then 🧍♂️
oscarpiastri i really love how you're so good about telling me things 😮💨
user44 someone free oscar from lany/n bro
user45 this was NOT on my 2024 bingo card
user46 i don't think anyone could have predicted lando having rizz
ynusername so true
landonorris HEY.
danielricciardo i wasn't familiar with your game lando
landonorris STOP HITTIG ON HER SHES MINE
danielricciardo damn lil bro no one is taking her from you
user47 "she's mine" down horrendous once again
user48 bro was born down horrendous i fear
carlossainz55 i can't believe you didn't tell me lando! congratulations
landonorris it was a secret you muppet 🙄 but thank you
maxverstappen1 you too make a great couple! congrats mate 🤝
ynusername this was the most max verstappen way you could have said this
maxverstappen1 still bullying me i see 😔
lilyzneimer CUTIE PATOOTIES <3 oh and hi lando
landonorris can't even be mad cause they are too damn cute 😫
lilyzneimer good answer!
bsfuser1 congratulations i guess (she was mine first) 🙄
landnorris thanks! (we can share)
bsfuser2 hurt her and i kill you!!! so cute together tho <3
landonorris you lot are fucking terrifying!! appreciate it (:
zbrownceo Congratulations you two! Can't imagine a better pair 🧡💪
landonorris Thanks Zak!!!
ynusername you gave cali kisses so i guess you're alright <3
landonorris as many kisses as my girls want
user49 MY GIRLS KMSSSS
user50 cat dad cat dad cat dad ‼️
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that's the end of act 1!!! part 2 coming shortly <3 i'm moving into college and starting classes so if updates slow down a bit just know i'm getting things out as quickly as i can ((: hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave your thoughts!!
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˙ . ꒷ SHORT N' SWEET .ᐟ.ᐟ
⋮ VARIOUS!JJK X READER .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
𐔌 synopsis ⋮ oh no! new hit popstar, y/n l/n, "broke up" with her situationship due to suspicions of him cheating! no worries though, she's about to release a super hot n' new album dedicated to his bs! short n' sweet! now what happens when this major breakthrough album catches the attention of the famous agency: special grade management?! [+ other celebs]
𐔌 content warnings ⋮ MDNI! female reader, modern & no curse au, social media au, written in 2nd person pov, age gaps, angst, love triangle but with 6 sides, frenemies, reunited friends (more like reunited hook up), friends to lovers, fan x idol, second chance romance, love at first sight, opposites attract, “fixing him” trope, slow burn, profanity & crude humour, micro-cheating/cheating, heavy references to sex, eventual smut, suggestive jokes, “kys” jokes, drinking, smoking, alcohol, mentions of substance abuse, depression & anxiety, lots n’ lots of pining (ouch), sabrina carpenter’s music is used for y/n & joji’s music is used for geto, warnings may change as the story progresses. "💋" indicates written parts
𐔌 status ⋮ [11/15/24] ongoing, updates (at least) every sunday! taglist closed. please have age indicated on blog! MDNI, you will be blocked lol
⋮ MAIN CAST ֹ⋮ ֹPRIVATE ACCOUNTS ⋮ ֹETCֹ ⋮
01 ⋮ so act like a stand up guy // 02 ⋮ don't prove i'm right // 03 ⋮ walked in and dream-came-trued - [💋] // 04 ⋮ who's the cute guy with the wide blue eyes // 05 ⋮ everyone rolls their eyes // 06 ⋮ i know i have good judgement // 07 ⋮ when they act this way i know, i got em - [💋] // 08 ⋮ now he's thinkin bout me // 09 ⋮ holy shit // 10 ⋮ please please please - [💋] // 11 ⋮ heartbreak is one thing // 12 ⋮ my ego's another // 13 ⋮ who's the boy with the white jacket - [💋] // 14 ⋮ i beg you don't embarrass me motherfucker // 15 ⋮ make me juno - [💋] // 16 ⋮ isn't that sweet? // 17 ⋮ heard you're back together // 18 ⋮ tba.. // 19 ⋮ tba..
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Nightmares
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x wife!reader
Word count: 831
Warnings: Dad!Simon, Mom!reader, simon being a good daddy, simon talking like the british bitch he is, and ur son being named tommy after simon's brother
Summary: When Simon gets home late from a mission, everything in your house is supposed to be silent. Except your son.
Simon steps into the quiet home, sighing as he leaves Ghost at the door. Everything came tumbling off his shoulders as he takes in the smell of baked cookies, assuming you had baked for your little boy, Tommy.
He checks the fridge, and yup, cookies. Chocolate chip, sitting on a plate. Soft, the only way 7-month old Tommy could eat them.
He hesitates but shuts the fridge again, deciding against eating sugar for dinner. Especially not something you made for the sweet little boy you were raising.
He sighs. It’s late at night, no one’s awake. He’s going to bet you’re curled up in your duvet, Tommy curled up in his own nursery, in his crib. The crib Simon built.
He’s halfway through a glass of water when he hears a whine from upstairs. A soft whine, but still reaches his super soldier ears. Coming from the cracked open door of his sons bedroom. He walks upstairs slowly, as Tommy’s whines get louder. Until they reach a cry.
He assumes you haven’t waken up yet, with all intentions of calming Tommy down before you do wake up.
He pushes the cracked door open until he sees his baby boy crying against the bar of his crib. Simon smiles, walking over and reaching out to pick up Tommy.
Tommy’s eyes lock on Simon’s. For a second, he’s quiet. And Simon thinks he’s alright.
But then Tommy wails louder than ever before.
More than enough to wake you up in the next room.
He keeps wailing even when Simon puts a hand on him and when Simon picks him up, he thrashes around and almost kicks Simon.
And that’s when Simon realizes he never took off his gear.
Or his mask.
He practically rips it off his head, throwing it somewhere across the nursery. He strips off all his clothing until he’s left in just a tight shirt and his tactical pants. “‘S me! ’S daddy. ‘S jus’ daddy!”
Tommy’s wails calm down as he sees his fathers face and he finally reaches for him. Tiny hands grabbing at his father.
Simon picks him up, holding him against his chest, cooing at him. “Nightmare?”
He assumes Tommy’s sniffles means a yes.
“I have ‘em too, bud. Don’ worry, yer mama will take good care of ya. She always takes good care of me,” Simon smiles at the little boy. “Trus’ her.”
Little to Simon’s knowledge, hearing your son’s cries, you had woken up, yawning as you walked to his room, wondering what on earth could possibly have bothered him now.
He was changed, fed, tired…what could he possibly need?
Oh. Daddy’s comfort. Forgot that.
You stand outside the room, watching Simon as he rocks the baby back to sleep, cooing soft nothings to him. You smile, leaning against the doorframe as your actions finally take Simon out of his stare into his son’s eyes.
He turns, looking at you standing at the door. “Lovie.”
You bite back a happy squeal as you walk over to him, ducking into the arm that wasn’t holding Tommy. Resting a hand on Simon’s back, you bring your free hand up to rest on Tommy’s little belly, tickling him softly. “He would not go to sleep today, don’t know what his problem was. He kept wanting to be fed and then he cried over and over for toys and tummy time and god, he’s insane. He started sitting the other day and now, he won’t stop sitting in his crib and whining! Can you believe his attitude?”
“Well, he is yer son,” Simon chuckles softly.
You roll your eyes, “He’s just as petty as his daddy. Isn’t that right, bubby?”
The little boy giggles as you tickle him again. You look back up at Simon. He gives you a soft smile. “He go’ scared of my mas’. Ya thin’ he can’ recognize me?”
“No, he’s just been cranky. He’s seen you in your mask before, it’s not abnormal. He’s just a weird little boy,” you shrug. “Probably just got scared ‘cause the lights were off.”
“Thin’ he’s ready to go down again?” he asks, motioning to the crib. You nod and Simon sets him down, patting him on his chest. The boy lets out a loud gurgle, flashes of white between his pink lips from teething.
You and Simon walk back to your shared bedroom, sighing as you lie down, Simon heading to shower.
When he gets out, he slips on a pair of sweatpants and climbs into bed, curling into you. “Missed ya.”
“Ditto,” you smile, running a hand through his hair. “Did you eat?”
“Nah. Saw yer cookies though. Coulda’ ate ‘em, but figured they were Tom’s,” he cups your cheek, pulling your lips to his. “Ya two had fun while I was gone?”
“Mhm, watched sooo many episodes of Ms. Rachel, skipped over all the daddy parts,” you tease. “He’ll be saying mama in a month.”
“No’ if I go’ anythin’ to do with it.”
#simon riley fluff#simon riley#simon riley imagine#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley cod#ghost call of duty#ghost simon riley#ghost imagine#ghost cod#ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost
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favorite words.
pairing: reader x p.b.
summary: reader pranks paige ONCE AGAIN for a tiktok video
a/n: i know paige doesn’t cuss its js for the story yall.
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you were scrolling on tiktok when you saw a video with the caption ‘saying my gfs favorite words otp to get her reaction’ you watched the video dying laughing at the way she was reacting in the video and decided you had to do it with paige.
a couple minutes later paige got home, a chiptole bag in her hand with you and her chipotle order in it. “hii paigeyy” you greeted your girlfriend. “hi baby” she says smiling wide. you grabbed the bag from her and sat it down on your island.
once you were finished eating you decided it was go time.
you went to tiktok and started recording, you put the phone by your face and pretended you were on facetime. (you have airpods in)
“ehh, i dont really wanna play basketball” you say trying to hide your smile. immediately after saying that paige gives you that ‘whos on the phone?’ look.
you pretend to not see her, “yeah, but i was thinking i could come over and we can go to walmart.” you continue, “yesss lets get some trufu.”
paige starts to smile at those words and walks over to you on the couch.
“no i don’t think paige would wanna come.” you say.
“no i wanna come” paige says a desperate tone in her voice.
after she says that you couldn’t help but bust out laughing, you turn your phone screen around to show her no one is on the phone.
“you just walked the prankkk” you say still laughing, tears pricking your eyes.
“oh fuck youuuu” paige says disappointment laced in her tone.
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caption: dw i got her tru-fru after this. 😭😭
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comments:
@uconnwbbfan: what a big back😂😂
@kkarnold: i would’ve folded after you mentioned tru-fru too
@paigebueckers: yeah these pranks have to stop..
@oemgee: LMAOOOOO “walked the prank”?.. 🤣
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Tru Fru
Paige x reader
Summary: reader goes to Target to buy a bag of Tru Fru but ends up meeting Paige as they fight over the last bag.
Let me know if you want a part two!!
Taking the keys out of the ignition, you locked your car and walked out into the silent parking lot. With the store about to close in twenty minutes, there were not many people in the parking lot so this should have been an easy trip. For the past week, all that you have been seeing all over your social media was Tru Fru. A company that produced dried fruits covered in chocolate. Your roommate had bought a bag when the hype first started and she became obsessed, saying ‘it was the best snack to ever be invented’.
So here you were at Target, finally buying a bag. After walking into the store, you fiddled with your keyring as you walked down the aisles, heading to the snack area. Once in the snack aisle, you scanned the shelves, trying to find the bags until your eyes finally stumbled upon a bag of Tru Fru strawberries. The last bag of Tru Fru fruit in the entire aisle.
You smiled to yourself as you relished in the luck you had in getting the last bag in the store. You went to get the last bag, grabbing hold of it when to your surprise, another hand picked it up at the same time.
You instantly whipped your head to your left and a tall blonde with hazel eyes peered down at you. She pulled the bag towards her a bit. “I hope you don’t mind but I really need this bag.”
You gave her a skeptical look, not letting go. “So do I.”
“But you don’t understand how much I need this. I literally got the merch for this shit,” she said, making you look at her sweatshirt that had the Tru Fru logo on it.
You shrugged. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with me and this bag.”
She looked you up and down, and you couldn’t lie to yourself, it was hot when she did that. Noticing your UConn hoodie, she pointed at the letters. “Yo, you go to UConn?”
“Yeah.”
“So do I,” she said, almost shouting the fact. “You into basketball by any chance? I’ll get you a hoodie with my number on it if you let me get this bag.”
You laughed, “I don’t know who you are, let alone know that you play basketball. Why would I want a hoodie with your number on it?”
She pretended to look hurt. “Ouch, you know how to hurt someone’s feelings.” When you didn’t respond, she sighed. “Okay, uh I can give you cash for the bag.”
“You’re seriously gonna pay me to give you this bag?”
“Yes,” she said while giving you a look that made you know she wasn’t joking.
“I’m sorry but I’ve been trying to track these down forever since they’ve been sold out everywhere.” Your grip tightened on the bag.
Paige tilted her head, looking you up and down again and giving you a smile. It would have made you melt if you weren’t so determined to get this bag of Tru Fru. “You know, I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around campus before.”
“It’s a huge campus, it’s hard to notice one singular person.”
She licked her lips, nodding at you. “You’d be easy to notice.”
“Are you seriously flirting with me so that I’ll give it to you?” you asked her.
“Is it working?”
“No.”
“Fine.” She reached into her pocket and took out her phone. You looked at her, confused as to what she was doing. Then to answer your suspicions, she held her phone out to you. “I’ll let you keep this bag if you give me your number.”
So a pretty girl asks for your number and you get to keep the last Tru Fru bag? Sounds like a win-win situation to you. “Sounds good to me.”
You took her phone and typed in your number with one hand just in case she took the bag from you. Once you handed her phone back to her, she finally let go of the bag. “I’m Paige by the way.”
“Y/n.”
She put her hands in her pockets. “I hope you know I’m actually going to text you.”
“I hope so,” you said, leaving her in the aisle as you headed to the checkout.
Once you had purchased your bag of Tru Fru strawberries, you walked back to your car. The second you got inside, a text notification popped up on your phone from an unknown number.
You should come over so that I can see you again
And bring that bag I let you get
So she wasn’t lying when she said she’d text you. After reading those two texts, she sent another one but this time with an address. You texted back a thumbs up and started driving to the location she sent you. You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
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•pairings - paige bueckers x reader
•summary - reader comforts overwhelmed paige (lil paigey mentioned!)
•a/n - I wrote this late enjoy (everyone be proud i was actually writing.)
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The summer sun poured through the gym's large windows, illuminating the court where Paige was locked in her own world. The rhythmic sound of the basketball bouncing against the polished wooden floor echoed through the empty space, a steady beat that mirrored her determination. It was supposed to be summer break—a time for relaxation and carefree days—but here she was, drenched in sweat, pushing herself harder than ever.
You watched from the bleachers, your heart heavy with a mix of admiration and longing. Even though you had the opportunity to join her on many of her “world tour” trips this summer, you had chosen to stay back and take extra classes, hoping to lighten your course load for the next semester. You wanted to dedicate more time to the team, to be there for Paige, but the decision came at a cost. The time you could spend together felt almost nonexistent, and when you did manage to see each other, it was often in the midst of chaos.
So here you were, late at night watching her practice because you’ll take any time you can get to spend with her.
As Paige dribbled the ball with relentless energy, you could see the weight of the world pressing down on her. Every missed shot seemed to chip away at her vibrant spirit, the frustration building in her posture. It worries you. She was so used to thriving in the spotlight, but now, the pressure of expectations loomed over her like a dark cloud. She knew this was her last year. She wants to prove herself and get a ring, but its starting to take a toll.
This was the same girl who had held your hand through sleepless nights of uncertainty. When you had to let go of your dreams of playing, it was Paige who sat with you on the bleachers, her laughter a soothing balm against the ache of loss. She would bring you snacks during practice, just seeing her smile while walking up to you changed your mood for the day. With every shared secret and late-night conversation, your friendship had blossomed into something deeper, a love that felt like coming home.
The day she had asked you out was etched in your memory—a perfect mix of nervous laughter and hopeful glances. Under the stars, with the distant sounds of campus life swirling around you, she had leaned in, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity. “So, what do you say? Want to be my girlfriend?” It had been a simple question, but the weight of it had felt monumental. From that moment on, you were inseparable.
Yet, in your heart, you knew that love wasn’t measured by time spent but by the moments that made you feel alive. And watching her now, it hurt to see the vibrant girl you adored caught in a cycle of pressure and performance, yearning for her to find her way back to the joy that first drew you to her.
“Hey, P!” you called out, trying to keep your tone light, hoping to pull her back from the edge. “How about a quick break love? I brought snacks!” You said pulling up the bag of strawberry tru fru from your bag
She paused, glancing over with a hint of a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Maybe in a bit, I’m gonna get it eventually!” Her cheerful demeanor felt forced, the strain beneath it cutting deep.
You stood, your heart racing as you approached her, sensing the tipping point was close. “No, seriously. You’ve been going at it for hours, and you look like you might explode.”
With a slight chuckle, she brushed it off. “I’m good, Just need to get in the zone.”
“Good? You look anything but,” you replied gently, stepping closer. “I’ve seen you play baby I know you’re better than this, you aren’t gonna get anywhere if you are in your head. Talk to me.”
For a moment, she hesitated, her gaze drifting to the floor, the conflict in her expression visible. You knew that she held a lot inside, and it was time for her to let it out.
“Please, Paige,” you pressed softly, your eyes meeting hers. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
she hesitated for a moment, her grip on the ball tightening as she took a deep breathe.
“I'm tired,” Paige admitted, and you could see the walls she had built around herself start to come down. Her shoulders slumped as she set the ball down on the floor, the tension in her body easing just a bit. “Traveling is great, and I’m so lucky and fortunate for everything I have and am able to do. But I’m so tired. I feel like I barely even have time to process my thoughts,between practice, being gone, and with all the drama going on online right now with the team. and sometimes it feels like there’s a weight in my mind—if that even makes sense.”
You felt a pang in your heart at her words. You felt guilty knowing that she was trying to take this on all alone. She sank onto the floor, legs slightly apart, the energy that usually surrounded her dimming. You bent down in front of her, placing your hands gently on her knees. “Then let me hold it.”
“Huh?” she replied, surprise flickering in her eyes.
“Some of this weight on your mind, P. I need you to tell me when things are getting heavy and too much,” you urged softly, your gaze locked onto hers, hoping to convey the sincerity of your words.
She shook her head, a hint of defiance in her voice. “You don’t need that,” she insisted, standing up and dusting herself off. “On top of school, what you do for the team, and everything you do for me, the last thing you need is my shit on top of that.”
You were baffled by her response. “Baby, what are you talking about? You do so much for me, and you think what you bring to this relationship isn’t enough? I’m here because I want to be, not out of obligation. Let me help you.”
Her eyes softened, but there was still a flicker of hesitation. “It’s just—I feel like I’m not giving you enough in return. You do so much for me; the least I could do is figure my shit out by myself.” Her voice cracked, her tongue poking at her cheek as she tried to keep her composure, her head falling slightly.
“Oh, my love…” you murmured, pulling her in for a hug.
Nothing was said for a moment as you held her tight, feeling the tension in her body slowly ease as she wrapped her arms around you, sinking into your touch. You pulled away slightly, your hands taking her face in your palms, gently lifting her gaze to meet yours.
“Paige, you don’t have to repay me for the things I do for you. I do them because I love you, and I don’t expect anything in return. There is nothing more fulfilling than the love you give me. I want all of you, Paige—the good and the bad. So let me take some of the burden off your mind, baby. You won’t owe me anything. Loving me the way you do is payment enough.”
Tears glistened in her eyes as she took a shaky breath, her lips trembling into a small smile. “You really mean that?”
“Always,” you replied, your thumb brushing gently across her cheek.
A wave of relief washed over her as she melted into you, the warmth of your embrace enveloping her like a cozy blanket. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Seriously, you’re my rock.”
‘’I got you, baby, through everything,” you said gently, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her lips, which she returned gladly.
She pulled away, searching your eyes before a mischievous smile crept across her face. “Everything?” she questioned, and you nodded hesitantly.
“Even my struggling rap career?” She joked
you pushed away, but she held you tight.
“Shut up, P.”
“I would appreciate it if you addressed me as Lil Paigey,” she shot back, her eyes sparkling with playful defiance.
“Yeah, not happening. Good try, though.” You placed another kiss on her nose before breaking free from her grasp and grabbing the ball.
“Maybe if you beat me in a game of horse…” you challenged, a playful grin on your face.
She took that as a dare, snatching the ball from your hands. “Okay, but I'll go first!” she declared, walking toward the court with a bright smile.
Your heart eased at the sight of your girl radiating happiness, the stress that had weighed her down fading away. This was the moment you’d been hoping for—her laughter echoing in the gym, bringing a sense of normalcy and joy to both of you.
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lmk if you like, it’s how i decide if i’m gonna write more this week :)
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I don’t know why but I really want something with Klaus breaking reads heart.
Maybe…. Reader and Cami have been kidnapped and Klaus has to choose who to save. He chooses Cami but before reader can be killed Elijah saves her.
Left for dead
Living with the originals was hard enough. Between the betrayals and the wars just within the family was overwhelming let alone outsiders going out of their way to destroy each of them.
Being with Klaus was already difficult, between his mood swings and temper tantrum’s he wasn't an easy person to love and yet I did.
Even when I realised he was in love with someone else, even whilst knowing he was kissing someone else, I didn't leave him. I loved him with everything in me whether it was killing me or not.
I had offered my life for his, I took life for his and I ruined my own life for his. With Klaus came his family and I did everything I could to welcome them as my own. Even after I found out that his sister knew that he was seeing someone else.
Hope was treated the way I would treat my own daughter and I loved more than anyone else to walk the planet. Maybe that was why I stayed, for Hope. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself because how could I have been pathetic enough to stay for a an who only saw me as a warm body.
For some reason I had it in my head that perhaps he loved both me and Camille. Maybe he thought I wouldn't accept it and so he kept it a secret but surely after everything he should know that I would never try to change him or invalidate his feelings. It was stupid to be okay with him seeing Cami behind my back, I was blinded by something I had created in my mind.
I would smile when Cami was near and I tried to talk to Klaus but he labelled me paranoid and brushed it off. So I thought maybe he regretted it and he didn't want me to know because he wanted to stop. Maybe he did still love me.
This was the ultimate test really.
Both myself and Camille were beaten until black, blue and bloody. A loop of our cries and screams echoed through my mind and bounced against the walls of whatever dungeon we were seemingly chained within. I had no way of knowing how long we had been there but my body and soul felt such a sense of relief when Klaus's voice rang through the building. That feeling only lasted a few seconds before our captures taunting replayed in my head:
"Klaus will choose between you both, he will decide who lives or dies. He may think that he can have it all, have you both but I won't let him well. Whichever one he chooses, the guilt from the other will eat away at him, he won't be able to stay with the other. You will all end up broken and alone." he had whispered cruelly.
Her heart pounded in her throat as she watched Klaus approach them both, his hands coated in red as he forced the bars that separated us apart and went to step through only to let out a gasp and drop to his knees. The with who had tortured us for however long appeared from thin air in front of Klaus and I automatically pulled my legs to my chest to hide in the corner.
"Only one of them leaves" he stated, a grin on his face. "I don't care which but you will choose one or they both die and the next to go missing will be your daughter"
At his words Klaus let out a vicious snarl and attempted to lurch forward at the man but a sharp pain forced its way to his head and caused a loud yell of pain to burst from within him.
I could feel my eyes burning with another flow of tears just watching his pain, knowing what he felt. I could see Cami staring straight at me. Over our time in here together she had often brought up Klaus's ultimatum, I told her that I knew that they loved each other. I told her that he would choose her. She was certain that I was wrong and that Klaus didn't love her but just used her as a release. But I knew what Klaus looked like when he was in love. Even so part of me hoped she was right, it was a dark thought, a horrible hope that I wish I didn't have but I really wanted it to be true.
I looked back to Camille, a tight lipped smile that was probably more of a grimace formed on my lips as I mouthed the words 'it'll be okay' to her and her head shook as tears slipped down her cheeks.
Cami was sweet, she was lovely and I loathed it. She wanted to die instead of me, she said I deserved to live more than she did. That I was Hope's second mother I was apart of the Mikaelsons. She apologised for ever being with Klaus and it just made me feel worse. I thought that maybe they were lies, maybe she secretly hoped that Klaus would choose her and I would be left to die.
I couldn't tell and it didn't really matter anymore. Not when I realised that Klaus was right in front of me. I felt a small spark of hope as his arms wrapped around me and he pulled my close to his chest. A soft sniffle left him and his lips pressed to the side and top of my head
"I'm so sorry" his voice whispered with a crack and I went to tell him it was okay before I felt him pulling away and I realised what he was apologising for "forgive me" he uttered as he made his way to Cami.
My eyes stayed blurry with tears but they didn't fall as a complete feeling of numbness spread throughout me completely. I could hear my captures sickening laugh spin around me and I could hear Camille asking Klaus what he was doing.
"Klaus- go back to her" she whispered but he shook his head
"I love you" he admitted and a bitter laugh left my lips. I covered my mouth with my hands and pressed my forehead against my knees. I shouldn’t have been surprised and I shouldn’t have been so upset. I knew he loved her, I knew he would choose but for some reason it hurt so much more when he actually confirmed it.
I could hear Camille apologising to me as Klaus lifted her up, carrying her to a safety I thought I would never again know.
As soon as they left hands were on me, grabbing and dragging me by my hair to force me to crawl wherever he wanted me. Uncontrollable pain shot through me continuously and I had no time to comprehend the sobs that shook my body. I felt my back arch painfully, almost breaking but not quite, my head was forced back so my neck was bared and a sharp knife went to the edge of my neck.
"it's unfortunate really..." the voice uttered before the blade began to sink into my throat. My eyes closed and I welcomed the quick death but the pressure stopped and a thud sounded from before me.
Fingers pressed to the place the knife had began to cut, a familiar scent engulfed me and an arm circled my waist.
"You're alright darling" the voice whispered, pulling me into an embrace making me grab onto the back of his suit silently. "He's gone now Y/n. You're safe." he murmured softly, rubbing my back before i felt him pull back a little bit. My eyes slowly cracked open to see his face, his deep dark eyes boring into mine with a knowing look of pity. Silently I watched as an array of reds and purples scattered under his chocolate brown eyes and his pearly fangs dipped into the tough skin of his wrist. The fresh wound was lifted to my lips and I accepted the metallic taste with a sigh. I drank for much longer than I needed, I expected he would pull be off but his hand only pet the back of my head gently
"Good girl" he whispered "just heal". His touch made my heart hurt and I didn't bother trying to stop the tears from falling anymore. My hands clutched onto his jacket desperately and I gulped his blood down as though it was water.
Soft touches were given to the skin of my face before his silk handkerchief cleaned at the dirt and dried blood that had dripped down my neck. Reluctantly I pulled away from his wrist and licked my lips clean. He wiped his own wrist and tucked the material away into his pocket. Elijah proceeded to pull the jacket off of his body and instead wrapped it around my shoulders. The inside was warm and smelt of home.
My eyes felt heavy with exhaustion and I gave him a tired smile making him frown.
"I'll bring you home now okay?" he whispered but I shook my head
"I can't go back" I muttered "I won't stay with him anymore. I should have left ages ago" I admitted and his eyes grew glossier.
"Where should I take you?" He asked gently and I shrugged
"Airport? Train station? I don't care just don't tell anyone you saved me? Please?" I begged softly and he nodded.
"I'll give you whatever you need" he promised "anything"
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teenage dirtbags, part two
Skater!Matt goes to overachiever!readers dorm so she can help him with his essay
vibe check: bickering, matt fancying the fuck out of reader but being unaware, reader being a snob, kind of flirting? idk if you can call it that lol.
1.7k words
A/N: this is so FUN. in my head, Matt has always secretly thought reader was gorgeous, but any and all good natured feelings were swallowed by an avalanche of irritation and borderline hatred
intro, part one, part three
love and cigs, merc
You were sat on the floor of your dorm, clad in a big knit jumper, little shorts and fluffy socks, cross legged on the carpet with a pencil dangling from your mouth as you scanned the margins of some 19th century text about the French Revolution.
You were pulled from your focus by the sound of your door rattling, three short knocks sounding through your room over the low hum of your record playing in the back.
You looked to your watch, 7:03, Matt was actually on time.
You pushed yourself up off the floor and made your way over to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open with a less than welcoming look on your face. You were met with Matt, board in hand and headphones hung round his neck, a flat grin on his face that quickly dropped.
Matt couldn't help but scan your figure, he'd never seen you in anything other than your clean cut outfits, so seeing you in a baggy jumper that hung off your bare shoulder and shorts that just covered your ass was, interesting.
"come in" you said, pulling Matt from his accidental objectifying gaze and stepping to the side to let him in.
"thanks" Matt said as he walked past you, taking in the sight of your room, it actually did smell like vanilla and academic over achievement.
You had more books than he had ever seen in his entire life, the walls covered by rows of bookshelves all packed to the brim with classic literature.
"this is a lot of books" Matt said, gawking at your collection.
You nodded, lips tucked between your teeth as you raised your brows slightly.
"have you read all of these?" Matt asked, pointing at the shelves.
you scoffed with a smile, "no" you shook your head, "just over half, probably"
"that's still impressive" Matt shrugged, dropping his stuff on the floor.
"should we get started?" You said, wanting to cut the small talk and get this over with.
"yeah, sure" Matt said, following your movement and sitting on the floor opposite you, pulling a bunch of crumpled up notes from his bag.
You looked at them in disgust as he tried to flatten them out on the floor, shaking your head as you got up, scanning over your shelves to find anything you had on existentialism. You pulled a few books out and returned to the floor, opening them and scanning over the pages. Your movement grabbed Matts attention, him watching you intently as you began to rip through all the possible approaches he could take, listing off essay summaries as if you knew them like the back of your hand.
Matt wasn't listening, mostly because he had no idea what you were talking about, but also because your hair was falling in your face slightly as you leaned down to scan the books, the strands framing your face perfectly as you spoke with your plump, glossy lips. Matt noticed the small constellation of freckles on your nose, how your eyes darted around the room as you spoke, as if you were literally searching your brain for information, how your brows knit together every time you said 'obviously' and how...what the fuck is going on
"are you even listening?" you snapped, pulling matt from his haze.
"huh?" he said, meeting your glaring eyes, "yeah, yeah, I'm listening" Matt said, shaking the thoughts from his brain.
"because I don't have to do this for you, you know that right? I have much better things to be doing with my time and you're honestly the last person I want to spent my evenings helping" you began to complain, your tone cocky and fed up
"charming" Matt scoffed, "trust me, y/l/n, you're not exactly someone I want to be spending my evenings with either" Matt quipped back, matching your cadence.
"right, well, maybe if you listen to me, this can go a lot faster, and we can go back to pretending we don't know each other" you said with finality.
"fine" Matt shrugged, holding your eye contact
"fine" you repeated, having to get the final word
Matt chuckled, shaking his head with a slight eye roll. You squinted at him, scrunching your face up as his attitude.
"what?" you spat.
Matt couldn't help but grin, "you haven't changed at all" He met your gaze once more.
"what are you talking about?" you said, your voice thick with attitude.
"you always have to have the last word" Matt shifted where he sat, bringing his knee up as a rest for his arm.
"no, I don't" you replied with a scoff.
"yeah, you do" Matt grinned, nodding.
"no, I don't" you pushed.
Matt didn't respond, only raised his eyebrows and tightened his smile, looking at you in an accusatory manner, as if you responding the way you did only proved his point.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes and returning your attentions to the book in your lap, "lets just get this over and done with"
The rest of the night went...fine. There was some bickering, mostly started by Matt not listening or simply being himself. You ended up getting his introduction done before you decided it was time to take a break, needing to decompress from all the arguing.
You and Matt sat in silence, you fidgeting with your pen as you scanned over what Matt had written and Matt wandering around your room like a lost puppy, in his search through all your things, his attention was caught by the crates of records that looked as if they were holding up your mattress.
There were hundreds of them, all in alphabetical order, stacked on top of each other in the makeshift bed frame you had made with the crates. Matt scanned the names, in awe of the fact that not only did you collect music, but it was good music. Maybe you did have something in common.
"are these all yours?" Matt said, unable to take his eyes off your collection.
You looked up from the page, looking over to Matt who was crouched on the floor, peppering soft touches with his long, slender fingers over the spines of the records.
"who else's would they be?" you said, raising a brow at him as he looked over his shoulder at you.
"this is an impressive collection, y/l/n" Matt said, ignoring your attitude.
"thanks" you cocked your eyes to the side, generally irritated by him regardless of what he said.
"I didn't know you fucked with music like this" Matt returned his attention to the stacks, "maybe you're not as lame as I thought you were" he looked back to you with a boyish grin
You screwed your face up at him, giving him the biggest condescending smile you could muster up. Matt cheesed at your face, looking back to the music and scanning some titles.
"oh shit, Fleetwood Mac, I fuckin' love them" Matt said, pulling out the Rumours album and turning it over to read the track list, "still not as good as their self titled album from 75" Matt shook his head, putting the record back in its spot.
"are you serious?" you scoffed, "Rumours is easily their best album"
"absolutely not" Matt shook his head, sitting back down opposite you.
you simply stared at him for a moment, trying to process your bafflement, "In what universe is self titled better than Rumours?" you put the page in your hand down, leaning your palm on the floor so your body was towards Matt, your movement causing your jumper to fall down your shoulder slightly lower.
"In this universe?" Matt chuckled, "self titled has Rhiannon and Monday morning" He shifted, one leg tucked beneath him with the other acting as a perch for his arm, knee in the air with his foot on the carpet.
"and Rumours has the chain?" You pressed, "and dreams"
"okay, and?" Matt shrugged with a grin, drawing out his first word.
"you can't be serious?" you shook your head, "Rumours is incredible, you can literally feel the tension between the band with every sentence they sing, the energy is on a different level"
"so the album is good because everyone was beefing? how does that correlate to good music" Matt pushed, only slightly relishing in how worked up you we're getting.
"because?" you scoffed, "it's real, and raw, and the live shows were insane"
"you don't think self titled was real and raw?" Matt raised his brows at you.
"no, idiot, I didn't say that" you rolled your eyes, "rumours is just different, it was like all the anger from everything that happened was spilling out over the sheet music, it was...beautiful" your eyes wandered the ceiling as you explained your reasoning to Matt.
He couldn't help but smile as he looked at you, watching you speak so passionately about something other than how much you despised him was awe inducing, especially something like music, which he would have never have pegged you to care about this much.
You continued to argue your point, but the feeling of Matts eyes on you made your cheeks warm, and you stopped your rambling to look at him.
"what?" you deadpanned, cocking your eyes to the side quickly.
Your change in tone snapped Matt back into reality, and he was quickly reminded of who he was gawking at.
He cleared his throat, "nothing" he dropped his gaze from you, searching the floor for something to pay attention to other than the strange feeling in his stomach.
You furrowed your brows at him, watching the top of his head as he clearly tried to avoid eye contact with you at all costs. what the fuck was that about? you decided not to look into it too much.
"lets carry on, yeah?" Matt said, opening the book in his lap and clearing his throat once more.
"alright" you said, ignoring the tension in the air and returning your attention to the paper in your lap.
You spent the rest of the evening in silence, only talking if you really needed to and staying a good five feet apart at all times. Matt left once you had finished the outline for the body of his essay, still not looking at you for any longer than a second and hurrying out your room moments after you said that you could pick where you had left off tomorrow.
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We’ll always be there for you || Lionesses/Arsenal/Alessia Russo
Request | Masterlist
Warning pregnancy, morning sickness, horrible cravings, labour and delivery
Summary Pregnancy is hard for anyone, but it’s even harder when you’re young and it’s unexpected. Luckily, you have some of the best teammates who’s always there to help you.
“Fuck.” You whispered, your eyes glossy with tears as you looked down at the stick in your hands.
Pregnant 2-3 weeks
You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know whether to scream, or to cry.
Your emotions were already high, having broke up with your ex boyfriend two weeks ago, but having his baby? That was whole other type of emotion.
You’d always known you wanted children, you wanted to be a mother, but later in life, once you’d retired from football.
Currently, you were playing for Arsenal and England, frequently having a spot in the starting line up or if not, definitely coming on later in the game.
Barely just turning twenty, that was an amazing achievement and were expected to be one of the best by the time you were 25.
That’s gone out the window now.
Thoughts flowed through your mind as you continued to stare at the stick.
You were supposed to be playing France on Friday, you couldn’t play whilst you were pregnant.
“Y/N, is that you? Are you okay?” You heard Alessia ask, gently knocking on the door.
You were so wrapped up in your own bubble that you hadn’t realised you’d been crying and sniffling, Alessia clearly hearing your muffled cries and sniffs.
Not coming up with an excuse as to why you were crying, you thought you’d just tell her the truth.
You trusted Alessia like a big sister so you knew she would never judge.
You leaned forward to open the door, Alessia slowly coming in.
You watched as her eyes travelled down to your vulnerable body curled up on the floor of a cubicle in St George’s park.
Her eyes widening as they landed on the stick in your hand.
“Are you…?” Alessia questioned softly, crouching down to sit on the floor next to you.
You nodded, before breaking down.
Alessia held your shaking body as you sobbed.
“I’m here. I’m going to be here with you whatever you decide to do.” Alessia whispered, rubbing your back. “No matter what.”
—
You spoke to your ex over the phone and had told him about the pregnancy, but there was no surprise when he put the phone down as soon as the words left your mouth.
There was a sense of happiness when he did it because quite frankly, he was a dick and you didn’t want a kind of man like him in your babies life.
You’d also told your parents. That conversation went okay.
Your mum and dad lived over in America, moving there when your older brother decided to. After all, he was their favourite child, it was obvious he was, so they were always going to follow him.
They said they would help no matter what and that they were excited to meet their grandbaby.
As for the England and Arsenal team, that went better than you expected.
You were scared some of your teammates would judge you.
Judge you for being careless. Judge you for being a young mum. Judge you for your decisions.
You stood in the Arsenal changing rooms after a training session, you having to go off and have a separate session.
You’d already told the Arsenal staff, obviously having to notify them of why you causing participate in normal training and games.
“Why didn’t you join us today, kid?” Katie asked, ruffling your hair as she walked past to get to her cubby.
You didn’t know whether to say the truth or not.
Alessia was the only one out of all of them who knew.
You’d spoken to less just a few days prior about telling the team and it had been decided you’d do it soon since you were approaching 12 weeks.
“Umm, tweak in my knee. Just precautionary.” You replied, quickly, truing to make it believable.
“Oh, kiddo, how long did they say you’d be out for?” Steph questioned
“A few weeks.” You said, casually, trying to take the attention off of you.
You looked at Alessia who sent you a saddened look.
The room went silent for a few minutes as you slowly built up the courage to announce it to them.
“Actually…” you began, looking around the room as all your teammates looked at you. Locking eyes with Alessia, she nodded encouragingly. With one final breath, the words fell out your mouth. “I’m pregnant.”
The room fell deathly silent again, to the point where you’d hear a pin drop.
You wanted the world to swallow you up.
You looked at your teammates blank faces, no expressions on them at all.
But then they all turned to smiles.
“Congratulations, kiddo.” Beth exclaimed, tackling you into a hug.
“Thanks, beffy.” You smiled softly as you hugged her back, a sigh of gratefulness leaving your mouth at your teammates reactions.
“My turn for a hug now.” Leah said, pushing Beth out the way. “Congratulations, star. You’re going to be an amazing mama.” Leah told you, using your nickname she’d given you from when you first joined arsenal. “I’m gonna have to come up with a nickname for your baby now.”
“Pain in the ass, that would be a good one. Waking me up every morning to be sick.” You explained, resting a hand on your slightly curved stomach.
“We have another partner in crime!” Kyra cheered, nearly jumping into your side.
“Careful of the baby! She’s carrying arsenals next best player.” Leah scolded Kyra
“I’m fine, le.” You said before turning to Kyra. “Think of all the pranks we can pull with the baby.”
“It’s going to be so fun.”
Everyone came and hugged you, congratulating you on the news.
The England girls reacted all the same.
You’d messaged the group chat with all the lionesses in and explained that you’d be out for a year because you were pregnant.
That afternoon, your phone was blowing up with messages from your teammates congratulating you.
You cried at their reactions, really happy that you could welcome your baby into a world where they’d be loved so dearly.
—
The next few weeks went by quickly.
You were ten weeks pregnant when Alessia suggested you moved in with her.
If you were to describe Alessia, you’d describe her as an overprotective older sister.
So when you let it slip that you had been sick all night and morning, she insisted that you moved in with her.
She couldn’t stand the thought of you being that vulnerable on your own.
You told her that it wouldn’t just be you moving in, it would also be the baby, but she didn’t care.
She wanted what was best for you and the baby and that meant not being on your own when you’re that vulnerable.
You were grateful that she had offered to move in with her because the day after moving in, you had the worst wave of morning sickness.
Alessia was up immediately, rubbing your back and holding your hair up.
“This is fucking ridiculous. I thought morning sickness was supposed to last a few weeks.” You mumbled, leaning against the wall as you finished the first round of throwing up.
“I know, hon, but you’ll have your baby at the end of it.” Alessia pointed out and you nodded, going to respond but instead having to throw your head in the toilet. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
—
“And if you look just over here, there’s your baby.” The nurse said, pointing to the screen.
“That’s your baby, Y/N.” Alessia whispered, her eyes stuck on the screen.
Since your parents were in America and you had no other family living in England, you’d asked Alessia to go with.
She said yes immediately, pulling you in for a hug at how honoured she was.
“And if you listen, that’s your babies heartbeat.”
A soft rhythm of a heart beating filled the room as stared in awe at the screen.
Alessia squeezed your hand, and you looked up at her with a smile on your face.
You watched as she blinked back tears.
“Why you crying, lessi?”
“I’m just proud of you, kiddo.”
“Your baby looks perfectly healthy. They’re the perfect size for 12 weeks.” The nurse said, as you nodded along, but you couldn’t really hear anything else because you were so focused on the heartbeat. “As you can see here, there’s their arms and their legs. Their head is resting just on the left side of your womb there. And their nose is just there.” The nurse pointed to them all on the screen.
You watched the screen closely as you watched your baby move.
“They’re saying hello.” The nurse joked as you let out a small laugh.
The nurse continued to go through things with you, before printing off some pictures and booking in your next scan.
“You best send a picture to everyone, they’ve all been messaging me asking if everything okay.” Less said as you got in the car.
You took a picture of the scan pictures, sending it to the Arsenal and England group chats.
You sent them a follow up message explaining how everything’s perfect.
Everyone messaged back saying how happy and proud they were.
—
You’d finally reached 20 weeks, the half way mark.
Your bump had grown a lot and so had your need for sleep.
Your baby has started kicking a lot.
Two weeks ago, you felt the first kick, and then they never stopped.
All day, every day. But it was even worse at night time.
Barely getting three hours sleep at night, you struggled to keep your eyes open.
You were exhausted and you were only half way through the pregnancy.
Today though, you were pushing your exhaustion to the side because today was your gender reveal party.
You weren’t having anything big. Just a few teammates and a cake with either pink or blue in it.
Unbeknownst to you, it had been arranged that loads of your international teammates were travelling from all over the county to come.
Tooney was obviously coming, in fact she’d spent the night as well.
Viv had organised everything for the party, including the cake, because she was one of the only ones you trusted not to tell anyone.
She’d dropped the cake round earlier and had helped Ella and less decorate the house before everyone came.
You’d been stuck inside your room all morning, Alessia and Tooney wanting the decorations to be a surprise for you.
So when you were finally allowed to leave, it felt like you were leaving jail.
You were all ready, your hair and makeup done.
You wore a white dress that showed off your baby bump.
Walking into the living room, you were met with a room full of your teammates.
“Surprise!” They exclaimed, your eyes widening in shock.
“Y/N, you’re glowing.” Chloe said, getting up to hug you.
“Thanks, Chlo.” You replied, shrugging it off, not believing her.
“She’s not kidding, kiddo. You look great.” Mary told you
“It’s all makeup, I look exhausted without it.” You sighed, plonking yourself down next to Leah on the sofa.
“How’s bubba doing?” Leah asked, rubbing her hand over your bump.
“Kicking a lot. Feel.” You moved her hand to the right side of your bump, exactly where the baby was kicking.
“They’re kicking hard. Gonna be a defender just like their auntie le.” Leah told you and you scoffed in response.
“No, they’re going to be a midfielder like their mama.” You said, rubbing your bump.
The room fell into a light chatter, everyone talking to one another.
Eventually, it was time to cut the cake.
Everyone crowded round the table where you stood waiting.
“Before I cut the cake, I just want to say thank you to all of you who have turned up today. It means a lot to me, knowing how much you love the baby. So thank you.” Everyone cheered before encouraging you to cut the cake.
They counted down from three and on zero, you cut the cake.
Slowly, you pulled out the slice, revealing a baby pink colour inside.
A girl
Everyone cheered at the sight, the England girls happy that another lioness was joining the squad.
You cut the rest of the cake, sharing it round to everyone.
Everyone sat in the living room, full from their cake, as they spoke some more.
They all stopped their conversations one by one when they heard small snored filling the room.
They turned to you, delicately holding your bump as you sat leaned up against Alessia, fast asleep.
Everyone got their phones out, taking a picture, awing at the sight in front of them.
“Bless here. She needed this sleep, didn’t she?” Millie questioned as Alessia nodded.
When you awoke, everyone had gone and it was back to being just you and Alessia.
“Did I fall asleep?” You mumbled into Alessia side, rubbing your eyes.
“You did, hon, but it’s okay everyone knew you were tired.”
“Did I at least get round to cutting the cake? God, don’t tell me I fell asleep before cutting the cake.” You panicked as Alessia laughed slightly.
“You cut the cake.” Alessia confirmed. “A baby girl. You’re a having a little girl, Y/N.”
“Good, I don’t think I could’ve coped with a boy.” You joked, your eyes still full with exhaustion.
“Go back to sleep if you want to, hon. We don’t need to go anywhere.”
—
“How you feeling?” Alessia asked, rubbing your shoulders as you sat bouncing up and down on a yoga ball.
“They’re getting worse.” You respond, holding your now nine month bump.
You’d started getting contraction yesterday afternoon and they’d continued all throughout the night.
“Fuck.” You mumbled, grabbing your bump as a contraction hit.
Alessia rubbed your back comfortingly, helping you get through your contraction.
“Missy needs to come out soon, auntie lessi wants to meet her.” Alessia said, using the nickname you’d created for your baby girl.
“I know, I can’t wait to meet her either. It also means I don’t have to be pregnant anymore.” You said, sighing.
“I know, hon.”
“Less go get ready, you’ve got training in an hour.” You pointed out to her
“Y/N, you really think I’m leaving you whilst you’re in labour? There’s no way I’m leaving your side.” Alessia told you
“Less, you’re going to training. My contractions aren’t that bad for you not to go to training. You’ve got a match Saturday that you have to train for. Please go.” You begged, feeling guilty for being the reason why she wasn’t going to training.
“Fine, but if anything happens, you ring me straight away.” Alessia said and you nodded.
“I will, I promise. Can you help me up? little miss is kicking me right in the bladder.”
Alessia helped you up before you waddled to the bathroom.
Just as you were reaching for the door handle, you heard a pop before a gush of water.
“Less? Forget about you going to training. My waters just broke.” You told her, looking down at the puddle by your feet.
“Your waters broke? Fuck, what do we do? You go wait in the car, or go change it’s up to you. I’ll grab the—” Less rambled, clearly panicking.
“Woah, lessi, calm down. You go take a seat. I’ll go upstairs and change and then we’ll head to the hospital. Oh and also, take a chill pill, yeah?”
—
“So close, hon. She’s nearly here.” Alessia encouraged you, wiping your sweat drench hair out your face.
After nine hours of gruelling active labour, the time had come to finally push.
Alessia had stayed by your side the entire time and most of your teammates were already waiting in the waiting room.
“I can’t do it, less.” You said, breathlessly, throwing your head back after pushing for ten seconds.
“You can, Y/N. Your baby girls gonna be here soon. I know you can do it.” Less told you
“She better be worth it after this.” You remarked, squeezing Alessia’s hand as you felt another contraction come which meant one thing, it was time to push again.
“She will, hon, I promise.”
“Her heads out now, one more big push and she’ll be here.” The midwife announced after another torturous push.
“Never have children, less.”
“Okay, hon.” Alessia said, letting out a laugh. “One more push. That’s it.”
The next moments went by in a flash.
All the pain disappeared as you pushed for the final time.
A cry filled the room as your daughter was passed onto your chest.
“Hi, baby.” You smiled, tears and sweat rolling down your face, as you looked at your baby.
Alessia watched, tears flowing from her eyes.
“Who’s cutting the cord?” The midwife asked, holding up a pair of scissors.
“You cut it, lessi. You’ve been with me the whole pregnancy.” You told her, taking your eyes off your baby girl to look at her.
More tears welled in her eyes as she cut the cord.
The nurses took your daughter away to be cleaned and checked over.
She was perfect, ten toes and ten fingers, and weighed in at just under seven pounds.
When she was handed back to you, she was wrapped in a blanket with a small hat upon her head, covering her small tuffs of brown hair.
“She beautiful, hon.” Less whispered, looking at the baby on your chest.
“She is.” You agreed, stroking your finger up and down her cheek. “I have a baby, less.”
“You do indeed, hon.” Less laughed before a small silence filled the room.
“You want to know her name?” You questioned, Alessia nodding straight away, desperate to know.
“Her name is Missy Alessia Y/L/N.” You revealed, looking up to see Alessia’s reaction.
Alessia just burst out crying, leaning down to hug you.
“Thank you so much.” Alessia said in between sobs.
“Thank you, lessi. You know, when I first saw that I was pregnant, my first thought was to put the baby up for adoption. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a baby or I wasn’t ready for one, it was that I didn’t have anyone to help me. But then you saw me, and in that moment, When you said you’d be with me the whole way, I knew that I wanted to keep the baby. We have you to thank.” I explain to her, getting emotional. “Here, hold her.”
“Hi, missy.” Alessia cooed, staring in awe at the baby in her arms.
—
The rest of the girls came in shortly after, looking in awe at Missy snuggled up in Alessia’s arms.
“Hey, kiddo. How you feeling?” Leah asked, gently hugging you.
“Exhausted, but it’s so worth it.”
“I bet.” Leah kissed the top of your head before walking round to see missy.
“She looks just like you, kid.” Beth said, sitting on the edge of your bed.
“Lessi said that too.”
“Are we late? Has she been born yet? Oh my god, them hallways are long. I feel I’ve just ran ten miles.” Tooney shouts, bathing into the room.
Cries fill the room, everyone turning to see missy.
“Tooney!” Less lectured her, passing the crying baby to you.
“It’s okay, mamas got you.” You whispered, missy immediately calming down from your voice and touch.
The girls watched, most of them getting emotional at you and missy.
“Tooney, you can’t just—” Mary started shouting but everyone shut her up by shushing her.
“We’ve just got missy to sleep.” Leah told her. “What is her name? We can’t just keep calling her missy forever.”
“Of course you can. Her name is missy after all. Missy Alessia Y/L/N.”
“See, I’m the favourite auntie. She’s named after me.” Alessia told Ella, a playful smirk on Alessia’s face.
“Welcome to your crazy family, missy. Where all your aunties are all weirdos, except for me.” Millie whispered, stroking her cheeks.
“Welcome to your family, kid.” You repeated to Missy, pressing your lips delicately to her head.
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a/n- based off bed chem by sabrina carpenter. also I want a bf bro 😔💔💔💔💔
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y/n what a wonderful night ! 💕
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rachelzegler MY BEAUTIFUL BEST FRIEND
ynsmusic DID YOU FINALLY MEET TIMOTHEEEE
popyn i saw on the livestream that they were near each other while in line for the carpet, so I hope so !! she's been a fan for so long 🥺
ynsbeatbox you never ever miss
@ynupdates just tweeted- y/n seemingly liked and then unliked a post from a timothée chalamet fan account on tiktok!
@ynsblanket replied- DONT AIR OUT HER BUSINESS LIKE THAT 💀💀💀💀💀💀
@shawnxyn replied- it's okay girl we've all been there 😭
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y/n i bet we'd have really good....
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rocketyn ARE THESE NEW SONG LYRICSSSS !?!?!
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tchalamet late post, being a co-chair was amazing. thank you thank you thank you.
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laurieslaurence YOU AND BILLIE DID AMAZING
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@y/n just tweeted- been watching little women a lot lately and im pissing my sister off cause I keep randomly yelling "JO WE'VE GOTTA HAVE IT OUT"
@tinydanceryn replied- the way i have that whole scene memorized
@y/n replied to @tinydanceryn- no girl same I HAVE LOVED YOU EVER SINCE I HAVE KNOWN YOU JO-
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@staryn replied- IT'S NO USE JO
@littleyn replied- she thinks she's slick LMAOOO
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y/n you make me wanna make you fall in love
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ynscat she's rly active recently 😭😭WHO is she trying to impress lmaooo
bobyn are these lyrics or just a silly caption
y/n can't it be both?
bitchisback YOU'RE SO HOTTTT
ynsemo billie liked omg my pop princesses !!!!!
@timmyupdates just tweeted- Timothée seen with fans recently! He expressed how happy he was with the Met Gala, and said how he was able to meet some "really wonderful and beautiful people" thanks to it.
@boneslee replied- he looks soooo good 🫦🫦
@lauriesvest replied- ughhhh I wish the livestream stayed on longer! I got fomo 💔😔
@timmysgreeneyes replied- WHO DID HE MEETTTTT
@ynupdates just tweeted- Y/n has once again liked a post regarding Timothée. This time it was a video of him walking around LA, while paparazzi asked about his love life.
@shortnyn replied- "once again" is crazyyyy 💀💀
@lookingatyn replied- yall j loveeeeeee calling her out, huh 😭😭💀
@timoatreides replied- he looks really good there so I can't even blame her
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tchalamet just posted a story!
caption- Y/N !!!!!!!!!!
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y/n dream-came-trued it for ya
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amoreenayn oh. my. god.
laurieamy BRO WHAT IS GOING ONNNNN
tchalamet so sweet
satyn I BEG YOUR PARDON?!
popyn so random... but at the same time, it makes SO much sense.
@ynupdates just tweeted- y/n and Timothée Chalamet seen today at a mall in Indiana, sources say they were holding hands and seemed pretty close !
@eltonyn replied- very happy for them tbh, I think they suit eachother really well!
@rainyn replied to @eltonyn- I agree, I think they balance eachother out 🫶 they're a good match!
@kenzyn replied- guys let's remember that they only met a few months ago at the Met Gala !!!!! it's still extremelyyyyy early in their relationship/friendship/whatever this is.
@darlingyn replied to @kenzyn- I don't think they would share this much publicly if they weren't secure in their relationship
@tsgf replied to @darlingyn- or they're in the honeymoon phase
@dyltims replied to @tsgf- first of all, you're a weirdo. second of all, i think they're both mature enough to know what to share and what not to.
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tchalamet 📽 🛏 ⚗️ 🧪 📽
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viciousyn bed... science ?? bed... beaker ??? sleep science ? BRO WHAT 😭😭😭
ynslipgloss OMG THEY FILMED SMTH TOGETHEE IS IT A MV !!??!! FOR HER?!?!?!
pinkponyclub okay im invested now
timospaul if it is a mv HOW TF did they afford him 😭😭😭
lauriesvest he def did it as a favor for his gf 🤣🤣🤣🤣
confidentyn realll, it's not like he needs the extra cash anyway LMAO
y/n just posted a story!
caption- 😳😳😳 atticus actually likes somebody omg it's a miracle.
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tchalamet 🛏🛏🛏👅👅👅‼️‼️‼️‼️
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y/n where art thou?
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shortyn the emojis boy what the hell
tsgf ughhhhhhh
ynsbeatbox stfu hoe
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tchalamet woahhh
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y/n yeah I know what that means
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tchalamet just posted a story!
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y/n out of breath, got me scrolling like ooooo....
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timmysgf basic
y/n funny how he's laying next to ME rn huh?
oppositeyn ATEEEEEE
tchalamet mmmmm
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tchalamet camaraderie
ynxtimmy i sure hope his comments will make sense soon 😭😭😭💀💀💀
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tchalamet tonight. 11pm 🛏
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ynsmagic FINALLYYYYYYYY
timmysgreeneyes the way this will change the trajectory of my life forever
florencepugh AHHHHHHHH
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y/n bed chem 😍🧪
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tchalamet i am such a gentleman to you.
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y/n ily baby forever 😍
pleasepleaseyn that's not what the song says...
ynsheadphones IM OBSESSED ITS SOXGOODDDD
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ynscat idk i believe it... lil timmy tim was a thing wasn't it
yndefensesquad DONT EMBARASS HER MOTHERFUCKERR
shortyn the way she's been teasing these lyrics for monthsssss she's wanted him from the get go 😭😭💀 real af
lauriesvest this is the sexiest timmys acted 🫦🫦🫦🫦 amazing thank you y/n
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