#australia fanfic

[somehow-a-writer]

New Start {Australia X Reader}

A/N: This was my first request! I can't guarantee how good it'll be as I'm not super familiar with Australia compared to others. Apologies for how vague it gets, I didn't really know what to put for some areas & words are hard af but I hope everyone reading enjoys it :)

You moved to Australia a few weeks ago for a new, fresh start. Within that period, it was quite chaotic, not to mention busy. With trying to get stuff unpacked and away, figuring out the best way to and from your job you'd be starting soon, and well, getting used to practically everything. Finally, you got a majority of the basics put away and all left was the small decorations that truly made it your own home. It was already getting late and with the way your stomach was growling, it seemed best to stop for the day.

Making your way to the kitchen, you put some music on with your phone. Setting it down on the counter, you started working on preparations for dinner. Nothing huge or complicated as you were still stocking up but it was (f/f). I mean, who could go wrong there? So, while singing along to your playlist, you had a newfound energy while cooking. And man did that shit hit all the right spots, 'Could not have made a better choice,' you thought to yourself with a proud smile.

It was around 11 pm but you were quite energized. "No way am I going to be able to sleep anytime soon..." You mumbled to yourself while looking out a nearby window at the peaceful scenery that lay out there. So much better than the hustle and bustle that was always happening where you used to live. 

"Fuck it. Why not hang out on the beach for a bit?" You thought aloud, heading off to your room to throw on a swimsuit just in case under a pair of less sweaty clothes. Soon enough, you were walking out with a small bag of essentials and a bottle of water and down the street to the ocean. As you walked, you looked around at the passing scenery and the various houses in the neighborhood. It was fairly warm out but thankfully it wasn't that sticky type of heat. 

Before you knew it, you reached the beach. Slipping off your sandals at the edge of the sandy area before continuing your way closer to the coastline. You sat down in a random spot, not too far from the water but still far enough you wouldn't get randomly hit by the waves. Leaning back, you supported yourself with your hands as you watched the waves crashing ashore and letting your mind wander.

You'd been sitting there for around fifteen minutes before someone came walking up and sat down not too far from you. "Hey there mate, whatcha doin' out at this time?" The voice had a very clear Australian accent, figuring it most likely was a local you looked over to the person. He had short brown hair with a couple of strands sticking up towards the front. A small bandage over his nose and one going right over the jawline. He seemed to have a tan but hard to tell in this lighting. He wore a plain T-shirt and shorts with... something on his back? Before you could try to figure out what, a koala popped its head up and over the mystery man's shoulder, watching you intently.

"Ah, hello and uh...? Hello to you too." You offer a small, shy smile and a wave to the two. "Nothing much really. Had too much energy to sleep so I figured I'd come to watch the waves for a bit. How about you and your little friend?"

"Ah well, someone here managed to get out so I came to bring him back home before something happened. Do you mind having some company, Sheila?" As the man spoke, the koala climbed over his shoulder and slid into his lap.

"Oh, no, I don't mind! I actually just moved here a few weeks ago and don't really know a whole lot of people around town yet. If I may, what are your guys' names?" You asked, trying to hold back a grin at how adorable his koala friend was.

"Ah, welcome to Oz then, I hope you enjoy it here! This here is Milo, he often comes off as rude so don't mind him. My name's Jett. What's your name, Sheila?" As if on cue, Milo continued his hard stare at you, almost as if to judge your very existence.

"Thank you, it's been lovely so far. Nice to meet you. My name is (Y/N). Do you have any recommendations for good coffee shops or restaurants nearby?"

"I do, if you have a phone or something to make a list with, that might help. I could also show you around if ya like. I know this place like the back of my hand!"

You nod, taking out your phone and unlocking it. "Yeah, sure, that would be amazing."

With that, you soon had a list of various places to check out as well as a helpful guide. Jett and you continued chatting as the night went on, learning more about each other as well as swapping information about where you used to live and Australia. After talking about all kinds of different topics, Jett eventually suggested taking a late-night swim. You agreed, standing and removing your clothes to reveal your bathing suit while Jett did the same.

"Bet I can bet you to the water!" You comment, quickly making a mad dash toward the water. Jett's eyes widened before he quickly ran after you. He chuckled, splashing into the water right after you.

"That was an unfair advantage, Sheila. But I bet I could outswim you any time." He stated lightheartedly, playfully splashing you. You squealed from the sudden attack before spending a splash back to him.

"You definitely could. Truthfully I can't swim, never really had the fiances to go to the pool often, and didn't have any large bodies of water close to me to learn. I stick to the shallow areas." You admitted, glancing away in embarrassment. You knew you had no reason to be embarrassed but after so many years of people teasing you about it, it just kinda happened.

Jett looked at you surprised after wiping the water from his face. "Really? Well, that's no problem then. If you want to learn, I don't mind teaching ya. If not, that's cool too. Whatever you're comfortable with (Y/N)." He flashed a grin alongside a thumbs-up.

You blinked a few times, caught off guard by his reply. "Y-Yeah, that would be c-cool. Thank you, Jett, for offering all the help already. I'm happy I got to meet such a sweet person like you so soon!" You return his grin with your own joyous smile.

Jett chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's kind of ya, (Y/N). I'm happy to have gotten to meet you too." With that, you were back to chatting about random topics while occasionally showing off shells both of you have brushed against. You continued for another hour or so before agreeing that it was a good time to start heading home.

Once back ashore, Jett and you quickly swapped contact info before heading off on your separate way home. You shivered, cursing yourself for not thinking of a towel as you slipped your clothes on and cursing at the odd cling it now had. You gathered the remainder of your items and started on your walk back home.

It didn't take any longer than the walk to the beach if anything you might've been faster but, since you were wet and chilly, it felt longer. When you arrived home, you were quick to get into the bathroom, strip down, and hop in the shower. The water was a little warmer than usual, appreciating the warmth as you washed away the remnants of the ocean that clung to you and your hair still.

After finishing and slipping into your pjs, you make sure everything is locked up before climbing into bed and falling asleep almost immediately. The rest of the night passed and by the time you had woken up, it was around 10:30 am. You groan, rolling over and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. A sliver of light filters in through the small crack in your curtains helping to slightly light up the room. Lazily, you crawled out of bed and stumbled your way to the kitchen to make a quick brunch.

As you were eating, Jett texted which led to the two of you chatting back and forth for the better part of the rest of the day. You finished decorating while texting Jett, finally giving everything a spot and a chance to take care of the last of the boxes scattered around. Right as you sat down to relax, Jett sent another text asking you to meet up tomorrow for lunch and a tour around town. You were quick to agree leaving a giddy feeling floating around inside you as well as Jett. Not that either would necessarily admit it currently. It was odd, you had just met but you were always perfectly content and happy simply chatting. Neither could explain it. At least, not now.

Another day came and went in your new home before you knew it. Soon enough your alarm was going off to make sure you were up and ready to meet up with Jett at one of the local coffee shops not too far from your house. Thankfully it was one you had visited a couple of times before so you had a vague idea of where to go, occasionally using your phone's maps for help. You wore a graphic tee, a pair of shorts, and tennis shoes with your hair pulled up and out of your face. The weather app said it was going to be on the warmer side today so better safe than sorry. You made sure to put on sunscreen before grabbing your bag and heading out to the coffee shop.

Just as you reached the door, you could hear someone calling your name from across the street. Turning around you discovered it was Jett, waving his arm excitedly as he jogged over to you. "G'day Sheila! How are ya today?" He asked, once caught up to you. You opened the door for him, following him inside with a small shrug.

"Hey there, Jett. Not too bad so far. I'm really excited to see what you've got planned though!" You glance over at him before looking at the menu, trying to figure out what sounded the best. Jett proudly grinned at your comment. He had quite the lineup of places to visit as well as a few fun facts he wanted to share with you and hearing your excitement just fueled his own.

"Well, I hope by the end of the day that you'll be happy with it. Don't worry about paying by the way. My treat." He patted your head before walking up to the register to order. Taken aback, you quickly followed him and placed an order for (f/d).

"You-You don't have to do that. I couldn't ask that anyway."

Jett just laughed, taking out his wallet to pay. "I don't and you don't have to. I want to. As a treat to replace not getting you a housewarming gift and a way to welcome you to Australia."

You paused, a small smile creeping its way up before you realized it. "Alright... Fine. But I'm making sure to repay you one way or another. Thanks again, Jett."

He hummed in acknowledgment, walking to one of the nearby tables and sitting down with you. "No problem, (Y/N). Is there anywhere specific you'd like to visit or learn about?"

You thought for a moment, since you weren't sure of what Jett had planned it was a bit harder to think of something. One of the waiters dropped off your order just as you finally thought of something. With a quick 'thank you' from each of you, the waiter nodded and left. You mentioned your curiosity about a few places around town and some around the country in general. A couple of the things you mentioned, Jett was planning on taking you to and telling you about anyway which earned a giggle from you. 'Great minds think alike, huh?' You thought to yourself.

Over lunch, Jett talked about the other things you were curious about, throwing in jokes whenever and wherever he could. Aside from learning more about your new home from what you'd probably consider one of the best teachers already, the two of you also got to know more about the other. From family and friends, hobbies, dream jobs, current jobs, childhood and school memories, and silly stories from the past; it was pretty much anything and everything you hadn't talked about previously. well, there was an occasional repeat, but neither of you minded.

The rest of the day was spent walking and driving around town as Jett showed you around and told you various fun facts about various locations. He also mentioned the best places to go for a variety of things as well as what and where to stay away from so you were in less danger. Especially with the kangaroos. You made sure to make note of the various places to return to later. The warnings ended up with their own note page on your notes app to help you remember to steer clear of them.

The day went by faster than you had hoped but you both enjoyed it immensely. It still confused you as to why you were always so excited to talk and spend time with Jett despite just meeting him a few days ago. It didn't really matter to you in the end what the exact reason was, simply brushing it off as joy for being able to make such a cool friend so quickly in your time here. Even if Milo made you a little nervous with his stares. He was still a really cute koala though so you didn't mind.

Jett was just confused if not more. He hadn't felt anything like this before when it came to new people he'd met. Something about you was different than others he'd met and he couldn't place what it could be. It was an odd feeling but it wasn't necessarily bad. It left him curious as to what it could possibly be but with nothing to really go on at the time, he decided to just let it be for now. A problem for another time.

After that, Jett and you began hanging out more often. When you started your new job, everything went by quickly and smoothly. Compared to your last one, this was far better and you had no complaints. You had great co-workers, some becoming friends as well. Not to mention you got to meet some of Jetts' friends, all of whom were pretty cool people in your book and would sometimes hang out with as well. You heard countless stories about his family, who by the sounds of it were just as interesting as Jett was.

Actually, speaking of Jetts' family, that's who you'll be meeting soon. Jett invited you over the other day for dinner at his place with his family so you could meet them if so desired. Thinking 'screw it, why not' you had agreed. You were currently driving there but something in you stirred and made you oddly anxious about the whole thing.

It had been almost a year since moving to Australia and you still haven't figured out what this feeling was whenever it came to Jett. As time went on your heart often swelled and squeezed when it came to anything about him, certain times hanging out or meeting those he was close to making you oddly anxious, spending time with him no matter what the activity was, or simply just texting made you giddy. You had asked your friends what they thought and everyone agreed you were in love. That definitely surprised you but you quickly denied that as a possibility. 'You've never experienced it so fast like that, why would now be any different?' That was always the excuse.

Eventually, you arrived at Jetts' house and pulled into the driveway. It seemed like no one else had arrived yet, thankfully. You take a deep breath before grabbing the dessert you made and getting out of the car. You made sure to check for allergies and everyone's preference but it still made you nervous if people would enjoy the mixed berry pie you made. Just as you were a couple feet from the porch, you heard another car pulling up into the driveway. Curiously, you turned around. You couldn't see the occupants clearly but you could hear someone call out a greeting and partially see the other waving.

You offered a kind, shy smile in return with a wave. "Hey there!-" Before you could say anything more, the front door opened revealing a very excited Jett wearing a messy apron over his clothes.

"Great timing! Welcome everyone, come on in and make yourselves at home!" Jett called out as he held the screen door open for you. You headed up the few steps on the porch, giving him a quick side hug before going into the familiar household.

"Hey, thanks for having me over. Any specific place I should set this?" You questioned, holding the pie up a little more.

"Of course, Sheila! Always nice spending time with ya. As for the pie... Hmm... On the counter should work, for now, any place is fine. Be careful of the tray next to the oven, it's still hot."

You nod and head towards the kitchen. Jett greeted the other arrivals, though you couldn't hear anything well, you believed it was his younger sister and one of his older brothers. After finding a place for the pie, you went back to the living room to meet the others. When Jet saw you he was quick to grab your hand and pull you closer. You squeaked at the sudden gesture and a blush was quick to spread from ear to ear.

"Oi is this the one you keep rambling about? Is she your girlfriend?" The younger girl most likely his sister asked, looked you over with a questioning gaze as her head tilted slightly. She had light brown hair pulled into a side ponytail and brown eyes to match. She wore a pink tank top with shorts, a small rabbit nestled in her arms.

Jett chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while your blush only worsened. His hand didn't leave yours but you were a little too preoccupied to notice. The second person, probably his brother if you had to guess was quick to respond. "What did I tell you about asking that before even properly meeting her? Apologies for our younger sister, Wendy. It's nice to finally be able to meet you. I'm Zack and this is Wendy. She wasn't wrong about the other part, Jett does talk about you quite a bit." Zack as you now know him had light brown hair much like his siblings and two curls on either side of his head with green eyes. He wore a simple tee and a pair of shorts.

You looked over at Jett for a moment, taken back by the fact he talked about you that often. "It's quite alright. I'm not his girlfriend but I can tell you a secret in regards to that though if interested. It's nice to meet you both as well, I'm (Y/N). I've heard lots about you both as well. Jett always has something good to say about you both."

Wendy raised her brow before grabbing your other hand and hastily pulling you off to another room leaving the two brothers confused. Wendy led you into one of the guest rooms and then promptly closed the door. "So, what's this secret?"

You let out a half laugh and half sigh before kneeling down in front of Wendy. "You can't tell Jett, alright?... I have a pretty good feeling he has feelings for someone but I don't know who. Not to mention when I asked some friends about what I kept feeling around him they said it was love. I don't know if it is but this feeling in my chest won't go away so maybe?"

She paused, simply watching you for a moment. "Well... How do you feel around him? Maybe I can help 'cause I think he likes you."

"Wh- Me? I um... Well... He always makes me feel really giddy, no matter what we're doing. It could be the smallest thing or the most adventurous. My chest always tightens with him." That was the start of your small ramble about Jett leaving Wendy stunned that even you, yourself weren't sure of your feelings. Even to her, it was clear you loved him. When you finished, she put a hand on your shoulder and flashed you a thumbs-up.

"Your friends were right, you totally love big bro. Don't worry I have a plan." With that, she left you confused and still on the floor. 'What kind of plan could a tween kid have?' You wondered, walking back to the living room to join everyone else. Just as you arrived you saw Wendy pulling Jett off this time. You shot a confused look to Zack who simply shrugged in return. You sat in one of the open spots on the couch, fiddling with your thumbs.

Zack seemed to catch on to your nervousness and offered a warm smile. "I promise, you don't need to be nervous. Though I can understand, I kind of am too. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

A sheepish smile crept its way to your lips. "Well uh, what was Jett like when he was younger?" Zack laughed, memories of their younger days flooding back to him. He begins telling you various stories from when they were younger and how mischievous Jett could be. The two of you started sharing stories about him and laughing at them. The anxiousness the two were feeling slipped away before either realized it. When Wendy and Jett came back they swapped confused looks after seeing you both doubled over and laughing so hard that tears were forming.

"You alright there mates?" Jett asked, leaning on the back of the couch to get a better look. You tried to say something but failed miserably. Instead, Zack and you took a minute to calm down and regain your breaths.

"Yeah, yeah, all good here. We were swapping stories about you." You finally explained, leaning against the back of the couch as you reached up to lightly boop his nose. Something that happened to develop over time as a way to mess with the other and show affection. 

"Better not have told her any embarrassing ones." Jett laughs, ruffling your hair in return.

"Who's to say?" Zack and you rhetorically asked in sync. Jett mock gasped, dramatically clutching his chest.

"The betrayal!"

Wendy smiled, shaking her head as she walked to the dining room. "Come on, let's eat before everything is cold!"

The three of you soon followed, Zack and you took a seat while Jett went to get drinks for everyone. There wasn't a huge feast but there was enough to have a decent choice of what you wanted. Once Jett joined, the conversations flowed naturally and smoothly. It was nice to know you were right about being anxious over nothing and that you were welcomed so easily by his family. Even if you weren't dating or never did, just knowing that they thought you were a good friend was enough.

Everyone loved how the food turned out and a number of stories as well as laughs were shared. Thankfully, there was still enough room for pie. Somehow. As you went to go grab it to serve everyone Jett stopped you and hurried off to the kitchen. You quirked a brow and looked between the two siblings who remained only to earn a shrug in return. Soon enough he returned and dessert was distributed. 

"Any reason you were so eager to bring in the pie?" Zack asked with a teasing tone. Jett stumbled over his words for a moment before deciding it was better to just shake his head in response. Though there was a light blush quickly forming. 'Hm, so there was a reason. Wonder what it was?' You thought as you listened to the conversation continue on.

Everyone ended up loving the pie and made sure to praise it and you every time it was mentioned. After dinner was finished, you helped Jett gather the dishes and take them into the kitchen. As you went to turn around, you noticed a folded-up piece of paper haphazardly thrown to the side and behind a couple of utensils. You reach over, grabbing and unfolding it. As you read over the contents, Jett turns toward you with the intent to ask something but stops before he can. 

He froze in place, knowing you just discovered a quick note to use to practice what he wanted to say to you without messing up somehow. A blush was quick to form across your cheeks only to get darker by the end and you could tell by the heat that it was a bright red. "Do-Do you really mean it...?"

"I- Uh... Yeah, I do. I was hoping that it landed somewhere more hidden and I could properly tell you but well..." Jett explained nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. You set the paper down, walking closer and wrapping your arms around him. You hid your face in his chest in an attempt to hide your blush and the goofy, in-love smile threatening to break through.

"I love you too. No matter which way you tell me, I'm just glad I realized in time to be able to tell you too." Jett broke into a smile as he returned your hug, resting his head a top of yours.

"So, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course, I will!" Jett cupped your cheek, making you look up at him. Before you realized what was happening, he leaned down and closed the gap to kiss you. You paused a moment, caught off guard by the swiftness before returning the soft kiss. Both of you smile and melt under the other's touch. 

Wendy gave Jett several pointers and ideas to help him confess earlier. Or at the very least she tried to. Turns out he didn't really need them and had a plan of his own and was just trying to figure out when to say something. Ah well, all that ends well, right?

After the two of you rejoined his sibling in the living room and sat down, Wendy was quick to question what took so long. You shared a sheepish giggle and raised your hands to show they were holding the others. She gasped before crossing her arms and proudly grinning. "I knew my plan would work. Now I got a big sister too!"

Your eyes widened. That was unexpected but not unwelcome. "I'd be happy to fill that role, lil sis." You beamed. The rest of the night went by smoothly with a bit of chaos when games were brought out. After Wendy started dozing off, it was decided it was best to end the day there. Wendy gave a half-awake goodbye before Zack picked her up and the rest of the goodbyes were exchanged.

You helped Jett with the last of the clean after the duo left. Once that was done, you yawned just now realizing how tired you were as well. Jett seemed to notice as well, giving you a small back rub. "I know you don't live that fair but how would you feel about spending the night? You can use the guest room if you don't feel comfortable sharing a room. I just don't feel right having you drive so late and so tired..."

"Oh I-I don't mind sharing a bed if you don't. You're probably right though. Just feels odd to not feel like I'm not being in the way or something now."

"Please. You could never get in the way. Come on, let's go to bed, I'll let you borrow some clothes to sleep in as well if you want." Jett offered his hand to you with a sleepy smile. You took it, returning his smile with your own tired one.

"That sounds nice. I love you, Jett."

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

[4ever-feral]

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[wintfleur]

Hi can u write prompt 18 and 14 🪷 and [comfort] 🌷 with lando? With lando being the one who comforts?? Thank u sm I love u and ur works 💗💗💗💗

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﹕─┈ pairings ( Lando norris x female! reader )

°. — summary ( a morning with lando after a restless night )

°. — details ( g; fluff, a pinch of angst? w; none that I know of. wc; 1.5k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ hugging them tight without saying any words when they're having a hard time + they roll on top of you, cradling your head between their hands as they kiss your nose + a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( Tysm for the request lovely & the kind words ! I love you too !!! I had so much fun writing this, it was an amazing request !!! I hope you like it, I tried fitting in the prompts together the best I could !!! Please don’t be a silent reader lovely’s, your thoughts are what keep me motivated to write !!! )

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Restless sighs and tired groans leave your lips as you roll over onto your side, now facing your large window that gives you a perfect view of the sunrise. Your eyes dropped down to the sleepy body next to you, he was laying on his stomach with both of his arms under the soft white pillow, the duvet being pulled up to his shoulders, protecting him from the breeze coming through the cracked open window. He looked so peaceful as he slept, that made you happy. 

You missed him, lately he's been busy with getting ready for the start of the new f1 season and even though some days he came home early, you were too busy studying to really spend any time with him. For the past week, the two of you really only spent time together in bed, and most of the time lando was sleeping while you laid wide awake. You barely slept and when you did you woke up in cold sweats from the nightmares that plagued your mind. 

The lack of sleep and the intense studying didn't help your mood, but your sweet boyfriend didn't let your mood get to him, he understands. You felt guilty, he was the absolute sweetest and so understanding, sending you sweet texts throughout the day, getting you flowers and ordering you your favorite food; knowing that you most likely forgot to eat. And yet you couldn't even spare the time to spend more time with him. 

You watched as he scrunched his nose in annoyance and nuzzled his face deeper into the pillow as the sun shines on his face. You begin to feel restless as you continue to lay down, your mind not shutting off even though you've stayed up for the whole night. By the time you decided to stop studying, it was way past midnight and Lando was already asleep even though he tried to stay up for you. 

You felt that guilt creep up and you let out a heavy sigh, you couldn't lay down anymore wasting time. You quietly sit up and move the blankets off your legs and move to get out of bed, but you pause when you hear a tired groan accompanied by your boyfriend's groggy voice “Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom, I'll be right back, go back to sleep baby” you spoke softly so you wouldn't pull him too much out of his sleep as you looked back at him. One of his hands was out from under the pillow as if he was reaching out from you to stop you from leaving, and that's what he intended to do, he was just far to sleep to open his eyes. Lando hummed sleepily “Mmkay hurry back . . . wanna cuddle.” 

You leaned down and placed a soft but quick kiss on his forehead, a sleepy smile forming on his lips at the touch of your lips. You quickly leave the bed, knowing that if you stared at him any longer you wouldn't want to leave the bed. You quietly close the bathroom door behind you before turning on the light. You take your time brushing and flossing your teeth and brushing your hair out of your face, you try not to look at yourself for too long in the mirror. You could see that you were exhausted, the past week not only taking a toll on your mental state, but also your physical. 

You can imagine Lando becoming impatient with how long you were taking in the bathroom if he hasn't fallen asleep yet, so you quickly finish up in the bathroom and shut off the light as you leave. You looked at your bed and for a second you believed Lando had fallen back asleep from how still he was, but you're proven wrong when he grabs the duvet and pulls it back for you, wanting you to lay next to him. Cute. 

You fight the urge of wanting to escape to the living room to study and climb into bed, sliding under the blanket and right next to your sleepy boyfriend. You lay on your side, your hands under your face as you look at a barely awake lando. Lando pulls the blanket up to your shoulders and blinks the sleep out of his eyes, his eyes taking in every inch of your beauty. He could see your exhaustion in your eyes and face, but he thinks you're the prettiest girl ever. 

Lando frowns and tucked the blanket under your neck, his thumb softly caressing your chin “You haven't slept.” 

You didn't bother trying to lie, one you were too exhausted trying to come up with a good excuse and you also know it was no use too anyway. Lando knew you better than anyone else, sometimes even better than you. You sigh and break your eye contact before whispering “I tried.” 

“You should have woken me up, I don't like that you were up alone” Lando continues to frown as he looks at you, feeling guilty because he wasn't up to help you. The thought of you lying awake all night made his heart hurt, he wished you woke him up and he wished he wasn't so tired last night and stayed up. He didn't care if the two of you laid in silence all night in each other's arms, because you would have done it together. 

“I wasn't alone, i had you right next to me” you whispered sweetly as you pulled your hand out from under your face and pushed back his messy hair out of his eyes. A grin spreads across Lando's face at your romantic words and a cute giggle leaves his lips as he quickly moves forward, your body moving to lay on your back as he rolls on top of you. He settled comfortably between your legs, cradling your head with a gentle touch, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your nose. 

You giggle at the sudden change of position and scrunch your nose at the feeling of his soft lips on your nose, pecking it several times; he knew it made you ticklish. Your hands move up to hold his wrists as you look up into his beautiful eyes, your legs wrapping around his waist under the blanket. He holds your face softly, making sure you keep your eyes on him as he tries his best to make his voice sound stern “I’ll always be with you angel, but you need to rest. you've barely gotten any sleep all week.” 

“I ⸺ “ 

“I'll help you study later; I promise. Just take a little nap with me . . . please” he quickly cut you off, his tone trailing off to a slight beg. He already knew what you were going to say, telling him how you desperately needed to study and that you couldn't waste any time. But he had full confidence in you, he knew you would do just fine in your exams, you were just psyching yourself out to an extreme. 

Lando didn't break eye contact with you as he pulled out his secret weapon that always works on you, a small pout with his puppy dog eyes. You sigh as you look down at his lips, knowing what he was pulling on you and there was no way you could say no to those eyes, and you knew he wasn't going to stop until you agree “Hmm fine.” 

Lando grins and kisses your nose one more time as he brings one of your hands down to pat your thigh, you unwrap your legs around his waist and sit up on your elbows as lando drops to your side, your body wanting to reach out for his warmth that you were already missing and craving. Lando lays on his back and opens his arms for you. 

You scoot closer to lando and he pulls you into his arms and into a tight but comfortable hug, your head rests in the crook of his neck while you drape your leg over his midsection. Lando slips one of his hands under your shirt and starts rubbing your back, your eyes fluttering close at the soothing and comforting touch. Lando fights back a yawn and places a kiss on the top of your head before whispering, “I’ll be right here the whole time, i got you okay.” 

You know what he meant, he wanted to let you know that you were safe in his arms, that you had nothing to fear, that he would protect you from your nightmares. Tears well in your eyes, because of the exhaustion or from the strong feeling of love you felt for him . . . you had a feeling it was the latter. You lean your head back, the movement catching lando’s attention and the two of you lock eyes as you spoke softly “I love you.” 

Lando used his free hand that wasn't rubbing your back and gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head up more so he could lean down and take your lips into his for a slow but passionate kiss filled with love and reassurance. The kiss didn't last long but it took both of your breaths away. He slowly pulled away from your intoxicating lips and watched as you laid your head back on his chest, your body melting into his with tiredness. The sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. He whispered breathlessly as his hold on you tightens, his own eyes closing. 

“I love you more, now sleep darling.” 

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( GAWD I HAVE SUCH A WEAKNESS FOR SWEET BF LANDO 😭 AND CONGRATS ON P3 LAN !!! )

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan @copper-boom @cixrosie @partyinpitlane @ophcelia @toasttt11 )

[norris55s]

please please please please please please can you do a chaotic texts for logan🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

chaotic texts - logan sargeant

reader x logan sargeant texts, except they’re crazy

for more chaotic texts

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[sugarcoatednightshade]

thinking about how Humans Are Space Orcs stories always talk about how indestructible humans are, our endurance, our ability to withstand common poisons, etc. and thats all well and good, its really fun to read, but it gets repetitive after a while because we aren't all like that.

And that got me thinking about why this trope is so common in the first place, and the conclusion I came to is actually kind of obvious if you think about it. Not everyone is allowed to go into space. This is true now, with the number of physical restrictions placed on astronauts (including height limits), but I imagine it's just as strict in some imaginary future where humans are first coming into contact with alien species. Because in that case there will definitely be military personnel alongside any possible diplomatic parties.

And I imagine that all interactions aliens have ever had up until this point have been with trained personnel. Even basic military troops conform to this standard, to some degree. So aliens meet us and they're shocked and horrified to discover that we have no obvious weaknesses, we're all either crazy smart or crazy strong (still always a little crazy, academia and war will do that to you), and not only that but we like, literally all the same height so there's no way to tell any of us apart.

And Humans Are Death Worlders stories spread throughout the galaxy. Years or decades or centuries of interspecies suspicion and hostilities preventing any alien from setting foot/claw/limb/appendage/etc. on Earth until slowly more beings are allowed to come through. And not just diplomats who keep to government buildings, but tourists. Exchange students. Temporary visitors granted permission to go wherever they please, so they go out in search of 'real terran culture' and what do they find?

Humans with innate heart defects that prevent them from drinking caffeine. Humans with chronic pain and chronic fatigue who lack the boundless endurance humans are supposedly famous for. Humans too tall or too short or too fat to be allowed into space. Humans who are so scared of the world they need to take pills just to function. Humans with IBS who can't stand spicy foods, capsaicin really is poison to them. Lactose intolerance and celiac disease, my god all the autoimmune disorders out there, humans who struggle to function because their own bodies fight them. Humans who bruise easily and take too long to heal. Humans who sustained one too many concussions and now struggle to talk and read and write. Humans who've had strokes. Humans who were born unable to talk or hear or speak, and humans who through some accident lost that ability later.

Aliens visit Earth, and do you know what they find? Humanity, in all its wholeness.

[pretty-little-mind33]

um someone explain why there are almost no drover fics?! and yes, i am talking about hugh jackman's character in the movie 'Australia' because i fear i have fallen in lust love ☺️

so are we just not gonna talk about it? 🤨

COWARDS.

LIKE HELLO?!!!!! are we seeing what i am seeing?! someone recommend me some good fics pls or i fear i will just have to do it myself 🙂

apologizes for acting feral on main

[unicornpopcorn14]

Has anyone written/drawn smth about Dazai getting unknowingly shipped overseas while sleeping in his shipping container yet??? Bc if not I'll write it it's just too funny to pass up-

Edit: *throws the fic atcha and runs*

[mrsfancyferrari]

Birthday Wishes

Summary: LH44 + Birthday Wishes

Song: It's My Birthday · Will.i.am

Author’s note: Happy Birthday to my Black King, my idol and inspiration! Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶

Word count: 3.8k

The sprawling, modern house, perched on a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean, felt strangely quiet. It was a stark contrast to the roaring engines and frenetic energy of the Grand Prix circuits you were accustomed to seeing Lewis dominate.

Today, however, there was no racing. Today was his birthday, and you were here, a flutter of anticipation and nervous energy churning within you.

You had been looking forward to this for weeks, ever since he’d casually, almost as an afterthought, said, "You should come over for my birthday. Just a quiet one."

Just a quiet one, he'd said. As if anything involving Lewis Hamilton could ever be truly quiet.

You wandered into the living room, its floor-to-ceiling windows framing a breathtaking view of the sea. The sun was painting the water in shades of sapphire and gold, reflecting off the sleek, minimalist furniture.

A small table in the corner was laden with a variety of pastries – croissants, pain au chocolat, and a stack of what looked like homemade scones. A single vase held a vibrant bouquet of wildflowers, a thoughtful contrast to the polished perfection of the room.

"Beautiful place," you murmured to yourself, feeling slightly out of place in your casual jeans and linen shirt. You’d debated what to wear for hours, eventually settling on something that was comfortable yet still felt like you had put in the effort.

You desperately hoped he wouldn’t notice how much you had agonized over it.

A moment later, the sound of footsteps made you turn. Lewis stood in the doorway, his smile genuine and warm. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and joggers, his hair slightly tousled, giving him a relaxed look that you found incredibly endearing.

"Hey," he said, his voice a little husky, "You made it."

"Wouldn't miss it," you replied, your heart doing that irritating little flutter-kick. You tried to sound casual, but you knew your cheeks were probably betraying you.

"Coffee?" He gestured towards the kitchen. "Or we can just dive into the pastries."

"Coffee would be great," you replied, following him. The kitchen was equally sleek and modern, with stainless steel appliances and a large island where he began brewing coffee.

You watched him, the way his hands moved with confidence and ease, and a familiar warmth spread through you. You'd spent so much time with him at races, surrounded by teams and media, that it was strangely intimate to see this side of him, the quiet, domestic side.

"So," he said, turning towards you as he poured the coffee, "What do you think? Is it…birthday-ish enough?"

You laughed, the sound echoing slightly in the large space. "Well, there are pastries, and flowers, and the absence of any car engines... I think you're definitely on the right track."

He handed you a mug, the steam swirling upwards, carrying with it the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. "Good," he said, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, you felt like you were the only two people in the world.

He broke the gaze first, turning back to the counter. "So what do we do today? Walk down to the beach? Take the boat out?"

"Whatever you'd like," you replied, your voice slightly breathless. The thought of spending the day with him, just the two of you, was enough to make butterflies dance in your stomach.

You spent the morning talking, sitting out on the balcony, the sun warming your skin. He spoke about his plans for the future, not just in racing, but his other passions: music, fashion, his love for animals.

He was so much more than just a Formula One driver, and you reveled in learning all these hidden depths. You, in turn, spoke about your life, your dreams, your anxieties.

You were surprised at how comfortable you felt, how easily the words flowed. It was like the wall you kept between yourself and the world had crumbled in his presence.

"I'm glad you're here," he said softly, his gaze on the ocean. "It's…nice. Different."

"Me too," you admitted, the words feeling like a confession. You wanted to tell him so much more, how you felt, how your heart had been inexplicably drawn to him.

But the words caught in your throat, fear holding them captive.

Later, you walked down to the beach, the soft sand warm beneath your feet. He kicked off his shoes and rolled up his trousers, and you followed suit.

The waves crashed onto the shore, the sound a soothing rhythm. As you walked, you found yourselves in comfortable silence, just enjoying the beauty around you.

Then, he surprised you. "Want to try?" he asked, pointing at a stand-up paddle board that was leaning against a nearby rock.

You hesitated, you had never tried before. "I'm not sure I’m very good at these things," you confessed.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don’t worry, I'll help you."

And he did. He was patient, his hands gentle as he guided you, his laughter warm as you wobbled and nearly fell. You spent the rest of the afternoon in the water, laughing and splashing each other, the tension you’d been carrying finally melting away.

By the time you returned to the house, you were both exhausted but exhilarated.

As dusk approached, you found yourselves back on the balcony. The sky was painted in brilliant hues of orange and purple, the air cooler now. You were sitting side-by-side, sipping wine, neither of you wanting the day to end.

"This was… amazing," you said, your voice low. "Thank you."

He turned to you, his gaze intense. "Thank you," he repeated, his voice softer now. "It's the best birthday I've had in a long time."

For a moment, you just stared at each other, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. You knew, deep down, that there was something special between you, something more than just friendship.

You had felt it all day, in the shared laughter, the comfortable silences, the warmth of his touch.

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. "Lewis," you started, your voice barely a whisper, “I…”

But before you could finish, his phone buzzed loudly, breaking the spell. He sighed, picking it up. His face changed, his smile fading.

"Sorry," he said, his voice distracted. "Work call."

You watched him as he spoke to someone on the phone, his mood shifting completely. You knew that this was the reality of his life. The world of racing was demanding, always demanding.

It was a reminder that despite the intimacy you'd shared today, his world was vastly different from yours.

He hung up the phone a few minutes later, his expression apologetic. "Sorry about that," he said, "It was…urgent."

The moment was gone. The words you had been about to say felt foolish now, too vulnerable to be spoken in the face of the realities of his life. You forced a smile.

"No problem," you said, your voice much lighter than you felt. "Work is work."

He seemed to sense your shift in mood, the slight withdrawal. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice concerned.

You met his gaze, your heart aching with a mix of longing and resignation. You knew you couldn't keep your feelings bottled up forever.

You wanted to tell him everything, but the fear of rejection was always right there, holding you back.

"Yeah," you said finally, trying to sound convincing, but you knew he could see through the facade, "Just… a little tired. It's been a long day."

He nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah," he said, "It has been."

There was a beat of silence, heavy with unspoken words, before you both just went back to staring out at the fading light, the gentle sound of the waves washing over the beach.

You knew you had missed your window but you also knew with a certainty that this was not the last time, and maybe one day you would find the courage to tell him exactly how you felt.

But for now, you were content to just sit here, with him, in the quiet afterglow of the day, wanting more than anything for the night to never end.

The roar of the engines was a physical thing, vibrating through your chest and making your teeth hum. It was a sound you knew intimately, a sound that usually brought you a sense of exhilaration.

But here, in the Australia International Circuit paddock, standing amongst a sea of scarlet-clad Ferrari fans, it felt different. Foreign. Unsettling.

It was all because of him. Lewis.

Seeing him in red was a surreal experience. The sleek, aggressive lines of the Ferrari suit, emblazoned with the prancing horse, just didn't seem to belong to the man you knew.

Lewis Hamilton, the seven-time champion, the man who was synonymous with silver and black, was now a vibrant splash of crimson. The world was still reeling from the bombshell announcement.

A few months ago, it had been unfathomable. Now, here it was, the reality staring you in the face.

And you were here, a reluctant participant, forced to bear witness to this seismic shift in the Formula One landscape. You haven't seen Lewis since his birthday.

That night, fueled by too much champagne and a heart overflowing with something you couldn't quite define, you’d almost confessed your feelings.

It was a near-miss, a moment where the truth had hovered precariously on the tip of your tongue. The near-confession had scared you so badly that you'd become adept at dodging calls, making excuses about work, or simply, pretending to be busy.

You had convinced yourself that if you just kept enough distance, the feelings might fade. They didn't.

Today, however, distance was no longer an option. Lewis had called, his voice laced with a familiar charm, yet with an undertone of stubborn authority.

“You’re not going to leave me hanging on my first race, are you?” he'd asked, the question more of a statement. You'd tried to resist, even feigned a sore throat, but he had simply said, "I'll send a car."

And here you were, leaning against a barrier, trying to appear nonchalant amidst the chaos, while your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird.

You watched as Lewis, a whirlwind of energy even before he entered the car, moved through the pit lane, exchanging quick words with his engineers. He looked incredible.

He’d always been handsome, but something about the Ferrari red seemed to amplify his presence, his confidence.

"Lost in thought?”

The deep, familiar voice sent a jolt through you. You turned, your breath catching in your throat. Lewis stood there, his race suit unzipped at the top, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple.

His eyes, those intense brown eyes you’d spent far too many nights dreaming about, were fixed on you with a playful glint.

"Just... taking it all in," you managed, your voice a little too breathy for your liking.

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. “I know, it’s a bit much, isn’t it? Even for me sometimes.” He gestured around at the bustling pit lane, a small smile playing on his lips.

"It's..." you paused, searching for the right word, "different."

"Different good, or different bad?" he teased, stepping closer. The scent of his aftershave, a mix of citrus and spice, filled your senses, making it even harder to think straight.

"Different… jarring," you admitted, your gaze darting down to the Ferrari logo on his suit. You weren't being intentionally cold, but it was the truth.

It wasn't about the car but about who was in it.

His smile faded slightly, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes. “Jarring?” he repeated, his voice softer now. "You don't like it?"

"It's not about the car, Lewis," you said, quickly lifting your gaze to meet his.

The air crackled between you two, a tangible tension that had been simmering for months, growing more intense in the claustrophobic confines of the pit lane.

"Then what is it about?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. The noise of the paddock faded into background static. It felt like you were the only two people in the world.

You opened your mouth, wanting to say it, wanting to finally confess the feelings that had been eating you alive, but the words caught in your throat.

Instead, you muttered the first thing that came to mind, "It's just... new.”

He studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he sighed, running a hand through his braids, a gesture you knew so well.

“Well, new is good, right? Keeps things interesting. Besides," his eyes twinkled, “I look good in red, don’t I?”

He was doing it again, charming his way out of a serious conversation. You couldn’t help but smile. “You do,” you conceded, forcing a lightness into your voice. “Very… striking.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, his smile returning full force.

“Now, I need to go get ready. But,” he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I'll see you after the race, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you replied, your heart thumping against your ribs like a drum.

The roar of the crowd was a distant hum, a backdrop to the frantic energy within the Ferrari garage. You tried to focus on the data streaming across your screen – lap times, tire degradation, fuel consumption – but your eyes kept betraying you.

They kept drifting towards the track, towards the scarlet blur that was Lewis.

It was the first race of the season, his first in the iconic red of Ferrari, and the air crackled with a tension that both exhilarated and terrified you.

The red suit wasn’t just a new color; it was a visual manifestation of a new energy, a raw hunger that pulsed from him with every turn, every overtake.

He was a predator on the track, precise, powerful, and undeniably captivating. A strange mix of worry and pride swelled inside you as you watched him fight for position, pushing his car and himself to the absolute limit.

The race was a blur, a ballet of speed and strategy. You meticulously tracked his progress, biting your lip, heart pounding in your chest with every corner.

You tried to reason with yourself, telling yourself to focus on the data, on your job, but it was useless. You were mesmerized, completely and utterly consumed by the spectacle of Lewis Hamilton piloting a Ferrari.

When the checkered flag finally waved, the roar from the stands hit a crescendo. You saw it on the screen - Lewis, first across the line. A wave of relief washed over you so profound it made you dizzy.

You hadn’t realized how tightly wound you were until the tension finally snapped. You didn’t want to think about why watching him risk it all put you so on edge, you just accepted it as a part of who you were.

You found yourself drawn to the edge of the team garage, away from the frenetic celebrations unfolding between the mechanics and engineers. Your heart wouldn't be able to take it, not today.

You watched on the monitors as Lewis emerged from his car, a triumphant smile splitting his face as he was enveloped by his new team.

You saw the spray of champagne, the joyful leaps and shouts, the shared camaraderie. You desperately wanted to see him, to congratulate him, but you hung back, the familiar sting of your reserved nature keeping you rooted to the spot.

It felt like an eternity before the excitement began to die down, the celebrations slowly dispersing. You paced anxiously, hands twisting in your pockets, waiting for him to return.

You weren’t sure what you wanted to say. Congratulations felt inadequate, almost like an underselling of what you had just witnessed.

Finally, you saw him. He was still damp with champagne, his red racing suit clinging to him, making him look even more imposing than usual.

His braids was a mess, his eyes sparkling with the post-race adrenaline, and when he turned, you found yourself caught in his gaze.

You opened your mouth to speak, “Lewis-“

But before you could finish, he was there, his hand reaching for yours, his fingers wrapping around mine, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

It was a casual touch, yet it made your entire body sing.

He didn't say a word, but the pull in his hand was unmistakable, guiding you through the open door of his driver’s room, leaving you no choice but to follow, as if you were caught in his orbit.

The room was small, functional, but it felt like a haven compared to the vibrant chaos of the garage. He closed the door behind you, the sound a quiet click in the sudden silence.

His grip on your hand didn’t loosen, his thumb gently tracing your knuckles.

“Where were you before?” His voice was rough, a hint of disappointment lacing his tone.

The question caught you off guard, the intimacy of the question making your heart skip a beat.

You blinked, your mind scrambling to find an answer. "I- I was here," you stammered, your voice betraying your nerves.

"I didn't think… I didn't think you would want me there." You couldn't meet his eyes, your gaze fixed on your hands, still entwined.

He tilted his head, studying you, his eyes searching. "Of course, I wanted you there. I always want you there."

The words hung in the air, charged with an unspoken depth. You looked up at him, your breath catching in your throat.

His eyes, those incredible brown eyes that seemed to see right through you, were locked on yours.

“That was an incredible race, Lewis,” you whispered, the words barely audible.

They felt so inadequate, so clumsy, compared to the way he had just taken control of that race.

He smiled then, a slow, genuine smile that reached his eyes, and it was like the sun had broken through the clouds. It was a smile that was meant for you, and you only.

“It was, wasn’t it?” He squeezed your hand slightly. “But it would have been even better if you were closer.”

“I was in the pitlane,” you stated softly, your voice barely above a whisper, but the memory of him crossing the finish line, the sheer power and determination he radiated, still made your heartbeat erratic rhythms.

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. “I mean to be there when I get out of the car, to be the first one I see,” he clarified, his gaze still locked on yours.

He wanted you there, front and centre, the first thing he sees after the adrenaline-fueled intensity of a race. It was a sentiment that sent a flutter of both hope and uncertainty through you.

“I don't think they'll let me stay in front for you,” you joked, trying to lighten the intimate atmosphere that had settled between you, the vulnerability in his expression making you feel a little overwhelmed.

You knew the protocol, the chaos that erupted after a race, the swarm of people who descended upon the winning driver. You couldn't possibly break that wall.

“I can make that arrangement,” Lewis stated seriously, his tone firm, the glint in his eyes unwavering.

He was so sure, so absolute, that for a moment you actually believed him. It was a ridiculous notion, but from him, it felt strangely plausible.

“Lewis…” you muttered, looking up at him, your eyes wide. His conviction was thrilling, but it was also terrifying.

He was raising your hopes too much, painting a picture of a reality that, you feared, could never be. 

He moved closer, the distance between you shrinking until you could feel the warmth of his breath on your face. You were trapped between the intensity of the moment and the logical part of your brain telling you to walk away while you still could.

Despite the inner turmoil, you stood your ground, your heart thumping a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

“Did you know what my birthday wish was?” Lewis said, his voice softer now, laced with a hint of something you couldn't quite decipher.

“What?” you whispered, the question trembling on your lips, afraid of both the answer and the silence that might come after.

“For you to like me back,” he said, his voice almost a caress, the words like a revelation that left you breathless.

He looked at you, his eyes searching, probing for any sign of reciprocation. “Did it come true?”

You didn’t speak for a moment, stunned into silence. It wasn't just a casual question, it was a confession, a risk taken, a heart laid bare.

You opened your mouth to answer, but found that nothing came out. You swallowed thickly, trying to find the right words, the perfect way to convey the feelings that had been building inside you.

“Lewis…” you began again, your voice barely a whisper, your gaze fixed on the floor, still scared to meet his eyes.

He took your hand in his again, his touch gentle, but firm. He lifted your face until you were looking at him.

“Tell me,” he urged softly, his eyes pleading. “Please, tell me.”

You finally found the courage to meet his gaze, to look into those deep brown eyes that held so much warmth and understanding. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt your cheeks flush.

“Yes, Lewis,” you whispered, the words barely audible. “Yes, I like you back.”

A slow smile spread across his face, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you, connected by a shared feeling, a mutual hope.

He squeezed your hand again, a silent promise, a shared understanding that had just changed everything. The roar of the crowd, the pressure of the race, the expectations of the season - all of it faded into the background.

All that truly mattered was right here, in this moment, with this man, the fastest man in the world, who wanted you, right here.

He laughed, a light, joyful sound that made your heart swell. “Good,” he breathed out, his smile reaching his eyes. “That’s very, very good.”

He finally closed the remaining gap between you, and pressed his lips against yours. You melted into his embrace, the kiss was soft, tender, and filled with the unspoken promise of a new beginning.

A beginning you never expected, but one you were more than ready for. Perhaps being here, so close, was exactly where you were meant to be. And you knew, with a certainty that settled deep in your soul, that this was just the beginning.

The first race of the season may have been won on the track, but a much more significant race had just begun, one that was just for you and Lewis. Starting from a wish. . . .

[meazalykov]

siblings or dating?

mary fowler x mancity!reader

summary: people never knew what your relationship was like with your doppelgänger

it’s always been something people noticed first. the resemblance.

you still remember the first time you met mary, both of you showing up early to manchester city’s preseason camp. its weird wearing blue, since you were used to the pink you wore for portland. 

the first person you spotted was mary. you spotted her across the field and froze for half a second—she looked like you. same sharp jawline, matching cheekbones, eyes that crinkled the same way when she laughed. 

she must’ve felt it too because when her gaze landed on you, she blinked, tilted her head, and gave you the same crooked grin you wore when you were confused.

“weird,” she’d said when you finally introduced yourselves, shaking hands, studying each other like you were staring into a mirror.

“yeah.. uh.. it’s a little weird,” you agreed, trying to suppress the laugh that bubbled in your throat.

it wasn’t until months later that you realized how much weirder it would get. teammates made jokes almost immediately, calling you “twins” when you sat next to each other on the team bus, making you pair up for drills because “you’re basically the same person.” 

you and mary laughed it off at first. then it started becoming a thing. fans pointing it out on social media. commentators stumbling over how to describe you when you lined up next to each other on the pitch. 

your own families were raising eyebrows when you brought mary home over the holidays. it’s impossible not to see it: you look alike.

so when you and mary fell into a relationship—a slow burn that neither of you expected but both of you welcomed—you wondered how the hell you were going to explain it to anyone outside the locker room.

“we’re not sisters,” mary said once, teasing you after a particularly brutal “twin” joke from the team. 

“i promise. i’m just the prettier version of you.”

you rolled your eyes but smiled anyway because, well, you thought mary was beautiful. it didn’t matter that she looked like you; she wasn’t you. she was stubborn and fierce and australian and always knew when to crack a joke to lighten the mood. 

she wasn’t your mirror—she was your partner.

it didn’t stop the world from noticing, though. the viral moment happened on an ordinary saturday afternoon, city up by a single goal against arsenal. you were desperate to close the game out, sprinting into the box as the minutes ticked down. laia sent a pass your way, and you didn’t think—just struck the ball cleanly, sending it past the keeper into the far corner.

the stadium erupted. you spun around, pumping your fists in celebration, and then mary was there, arms wrapping around you from behind, lifting you off the ground.

“yes, y/n!” she shouted into your ear, her voice breaking through the roar of the crowd.

you laughed, leaning back against her, letting the moment settle over you. you could feel her grinning against your shoulder, her excitement bleeding into yours. 

for a second, you forgot that you were on a pitch in front of thousands of people—it was just you and mary, a girl who loved you and who you loved right back.

the moment exploded on social media.

fans who followed you closely were thrilled, posting screenshots of mary’s arms around you, captions calling it the sweetest thing they’d ever seen. but casual viewers, the ones who didn’t know your story, were confused.

“are they sisters or girlfriends?”

“this is so weird. they look identical.”

“is anyone going to talk about how she’s dating her doppelgänger?”

you and mary laughed about it later, scrolling through twitter together on the couch. mary leaned her head on your shoulder, smirking as she read a particularly unhinged comment aloud.

“it’s strange, isn’t it?” you murmured, setting your phone down. 

mary hummed, thoughtful for a beat. 

“maybe. but we don’t have to explain anything to anyone, do we?”

she was right. you didn’t owe anyone an explanation. you didn’t owe them the story of how you met,and  how you fell in love. you’d found someone who made you feel seen and loved and whole—someone who just happened to look like you.

“besides,” mary added, nudging you playfully, 

“you’re lucky. not everyone gets to date someone as beautiful as me.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you kissed her temple. 

“you’re right. i’m lucky.”

and you were.

you didn’t care what anyone else thought. mary was yours, and you were hers, and that was all that mattered.

masterlist

[f1version]

LOST COWBOY HAT ★ DR3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x celebrity!reader (she/her)

summary: You find a cowboy hat while you’re at a photoshoot, then the F1 fandom goes crazy on you because it’s supposedly Daniel Ricciardo’s lost hat.

note: it’s race week for the australian gp, so technically it’s danny ric’s week. have this as my holy offering for the dr3 agenda xx

danielricciardo • Melbourne, Australia

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danielricciardo Someone stole my hat, here’s me smiling through the pain, and our last memory together.

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redbullracing SOS mission find danny’s hat activated

maxverstappen1 translation: he left it at the studio during a photoshoot, and when he came back the next day it wasn’t there

danielricciardo you can just say i lost it. i hate you.

landonorris can i laugh?

danielricciardo NO

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yourusername just found a hat, feeling good xx

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yourusername • Melbourne, Australia

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yourusername danielricciardo i am told i have your hat. hope you know how to fight

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danielricciardo we can fight. maybe at a restaurant, next week, after the race, 7pm. sounds good?

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yourusername i think he has a crush on me or something…

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danielricciardo a crush is just the beginning of it

yourusername it’ll be fun to find out all of that

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danielricciardo it looks better on her, doesn’t it?

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yourusername you’re cute or whatever

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[russo-woso]

Unexpected || Matildas

Request | Masterlist | Prompt list

Warning pregnancy, morning sickness, labour and delivery, chaotic birth

Summary You life turns upside down when you look at the stick, however, you’ve got the best people to help you

It had been a hard training session.

The sun had been blazing down, the heat sweltering and a lot of running had been involved.

You hadn’t been feeling too well when you woke up and after all the running, you definitely didn’t feel well.

It was the opening match of the Women’s World Cup in two days time so you had to be fit and well for then.

You were seventeen and heading to a World Cup in your home country.

It was daunting but so exhilarating at the same time.

As nervous as you were, you had the best people and teammates around you, calming you and your nerves.

It was your dream to play for your country in a World Cup so you were going to make sure you were well enough to play.

That thought came crashing down very quickly when you sprinted for the toilets.

You got there just in time, throwing your head in the toilet and emptying your stomach.

A hand rested on your back, rubbing it gently.

Turning round, you were met with your Australian and Arsenal teammate, Caitlin foord.

Caitlin was like the big sister you never had.

In your eyes, she was your big sister, and in her eyes, you were her annoying little sister that she loved more than anything.

In fact, you were so close, that you lived together in London.

“It’s okay, bug. I’m here.” Caitlin whispered, using your nickname she’d given you when you first met that now everyone used.

You flushed the toilet, before leaning back against the wall.

“You said you didn’t feel well this morning, didn’t you? Are you gonna be okay for the match?” Caitlin questioned, resting the back of her hand against your forehead.

“I have to be.” You said, feeling your stomach churning again.

“Bug, I’m not having you play if you’re sick. Let’s go see the medics.”

“It’s probably just the sun. I’ll be perfect by—” Before you could even finish, you were lunging forward to the toilet.

“Is everything okay? I saw Y/N run — oh, bug.” Mini began, walking into the toilets. Your team mum seeing you hunched over the toilet with Caitlin rubbing your backs

“I’m gonna take her to see the medical team. She complained this morning she wasn’t feeling well.” Caitlin explained to Mini as she continued to run your back.

You flushed the toilet again, this time for the last time.

Caitlin and Mini helped you to the medical room both of them sitting down and waiting with you for your ‘diagnosis’.

You told them all your symptoms and gave a urine sample before laying on the bed and staring into space.

“Y/N, I think I know what’s wrong. Would you like Caitlin and Katrina to be in here with you or would you prefer to be alone?” The team medic asked, looking between you and Caitlin and mini.

You have a confused look, before deciding.

“They can stay.”

“Y/N, you’re pregnant.”

The room fell silent.

“No… I can’t be. There’s a mistake. I’m only seventeen. Let me take another.” You panicked, tears threatening to fall.

“We ran three different pregnancy tests. You’re definitely pregnant.” The medic showed you the three tests, all of them with the word pregnant on.

“Bug…” Caitlin whispered, engulfing you in a hug as you sobbed.

Mini came round your other side, hugging you too.

There goes your chances of playing on Saturday.

—

It had been four hours and you hadn’t spoken to anyone.

Caitlin and Mini got you up to your room, leaving you there to think alone.

You were thinking about everything and anything.

How far along were you?

What are you gonna tell your parents?

Just everything.

You tried working out the first question.

You broke up with your boyfriend 4 weeks ago. It was in a heated argument when you shouted that you were breaking up with him. So at a guess, you were about five weeks.

As your thoughts swirled around your head, a small knock was heard before Charli and Kyra’s heads peeped round the door.

“Can we come in?” Your best friends asked as you nodded.

Although there were a few years between the three of you, you were the bestest of friends.

You were more closer to Kyra, but you loved Charli just as much.

“We saw you crying in the medical room, is everything okay bug?” Charli asked but before you could reply, the tears started again.

They both held your shaking body as you sobbed.

“I’m… I’m pregnant.” You managed to say between sniffs.

Kyra and Charli just looked at each other, a look of shock on both their faces.

“Oh bug, we’re here. We’re going to be here no matter what you do.” Kyra reassured you, hugging you tighter.

—

The first World Cup match had been a bittersweet moment.

You loved watching all your friends play but you couldn’t help but feel jealous.

The idea that you were pregnant had slightly settled down and you were slowly wrapping your head around the fact that you were going to have a baby.

Every morning since you found out, you were violently sick, not being able to keep anything down for the first few hours of the day.

Even if it wasn’t morning, you found yourself so nauseous.

It was like you were constantly running to the bathroom to be sick.

You were so emotional too. Every sad video you watched, you cried.

When Steph scored, you cried.

In between the match and when you found out about the pregnancy, you’d rung your ex but he hung up the phone as soon as you began to say the word pregnant.

You didn’t really care though, you didn’t want him in your life of the baby’s life.

Your parents took it badly, saying how disappointed they were before hanging up.

You had your teammates and that’s all that mattered to you.

—

You were now six months pregnant.

The time had flown by and you’d found out you were having a little boy.

Just like you thought, all your teammates had been so supportive when you told them.

Kyra also moved to Arsenal to help support you, claiming that’s she’d do anything for her best friend.

You couldn’t help but cry whilst you hugged her.

You were currently sat next to Kyra as you flew to Australia.

Australia were having a few friendlies and you were allowed to come and join in on a few training drills, and anyway, you loved coming back to your home country so who were you to say no?

The pane ride hadn’t gone to plan though.

Little man didn’t like the idea of flying and made it living hell for you.

You were either fast asleep or throwing your guts up.

“I’m sick of this now.” You sighed, settling down in your chair after running to the toilet for the fifth time.

“I know, bug. Not too long.” Caitlin said from behind you.

You safely arrived in Australia not long after, having a taxi there waiting to take you to camp.

The first to greet you was Mini.

She enveloped you in a hug, harper wrapping her arms around your leg.

“Hi, Harps.”

“Auntie Y/N pick me up?” Harper asked, bringing her puppy eyes out.

“Harps, I can’t anymore. I promise as soon as little man comes I will.”

“I love little man so it’s okay.” Harper said with a smile, walking away with Kyra.

“She’s so sweet. I hope he’s as sweet.”

“Not when he’s a part you.” Mini joked, you sending her a piercing stare. “

“Come on, mini. You know better than to mess with the pregnant one.” Steph chirped in, resting a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently. “Come on, bug. You had a rough journey here, let’s get you and little man to bed.”

—

It was the third night at camp and you’d been tossing and turning all night.

It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable or in pain, you just had really bad cravings.

You had been pared with Sam for camp this time, you being a striker so Tony thought why not pare you up with Australia’s main striker.

“Bug, what’s wrong?” Sam asked, sitting up and turning on her bed side lamp.

“He won’t stop kicking and I can’t get the thought of a Big Mac out my mind.” You said, tears threatening to spill.

“I’ll order you a Big Mac, I’ll stay awake until it comes.” Sam told you, picking up her phone.

“You’re the best, Sammy. Thank you.”

“Anything for you and little man.”

—

Three months later, you were now nine months pregnant.

You had forced Caitlin to go to training, leaving you by yourself.

Caitlin made you promise that if you had any signs of contractions or your water breaking, you’d ring her.

Unknowing to Caitlin, you’d been having contractions since around three o’clock that morning but knew you were in early labour.

It wasn’t until about an hour after she left, that your contraction took a turn for the worse.

They got a lot more painful and a lot closer together.

You made the decision to call Caitlin, her shouting at you over the phone, telling you off for not telling her.

She left straight away, walking through the front door not even fifteen minutes later.

“Y/N!” Caitlin shouted, her and Steph running through the front door.

“Here.” You said through gritted teeth as you sat on the yoga ball, your hands delicately holding your bump.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” Caitlin said, but changed her mood from anger to sympathy as soon as she saw the tears in your eyes. “You’re doing so well. We’re here now.”

“How quick are your contractions?” Steph asked, rubbing your back.

“Six minutes.” You managed to say, a contraction hitting.

“Come on, bug. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

Caitlin and Steph loaded the car up with the bags before getting you in.

Your labour continued to quicken and with luck being your worst enemy, you got stuck in the worst traffic on the m25.

You were now fully in active labour, pain constantly there.

“Fuck, he’s coming. I can feel.” You said, throwing your head back in pain.

Caitlin shot Steph a panicked look in the mirror.

“Okay, bug. I’m pulling over.”

Steph immediately jumped out the car whilst Caitlin called 999.

“Bug, can I take your trousers off?” Steph questioned and you nodded, sweat dripping down your face.

“Shit. I can see him.” Steph announced, helping you lift your leg onto the dashboard so you were in a comfortable position to push.

Caitlin listed carefully to the person over the phone, grabbing everything around the car that could be useful.

“Bug, you need to push when your next contraction hits, okay?” Caitlin said and you nodded, grabbing her hand.

A contraction hit so you pushed with all your might, squeezing the living daylight out of Caitlin’s hand in the meantime.

“His heads out.” Steph revealed, and you took a sigh of relief. “He’s so close, bug. Your bubbas nearly here.”

“It hurts too bad. Fuck, I can’t do it.” You breathed out, your head thrown back in pain.

“You can, bug. I know you can. One big push now.” Caitlin encouraged, laying a blanket down on your chest ready for your son.

“That’s it, bug. He’s coming. Look, he’s here. He’s here, bug.” Steph cried, placing him in your chest.

Tears clouded your eyes as you looked down at him.

“Hi, bubba. Oh I know, it’s okay. Mummy’s here.” You cooed as you rubbed his little back, his cries settling down to soft whimpers.

“The ambulance should be with you within a few minutes. Whatever you do, do not cut the umbilical cord. I can hear him crying so that’s all good. Is mum all good too?” The person over the phone asked.

“I’m all good.” You said, your eyes still focused on your baby boy.

“He’s gorgeous, bug.” Steph whispered, kissing your head gently.

“He is, Y/N. I’m so proud of you, we both are.” Caitlin added, wiping the sweat from your forehead and pressing her lips to it.

“I’m sorry about your car.” You apologised, a panicked look spreading on your face.

“Bug, I don’t care about the car. You and little man are my main priorities.” Caitlin laughed slightly at your panic.

Blue lights and sirens were heard as the ambulance pulled up beside you in the lay by.

It wasn’t long before you and your son were laying comfortably in a hospital bag, both of you being checked over.

He was perfect. A 7lb healthy baby boy.

Once you were settled, you took a picture of your son, sending it to the Matilda’s group chat.

You followed up with a message saying, ‘the newest Tilly.’

Ellie immediately booked flights from France, alanna said she was already in her car driving down to London.

It made you so emotional how much they cared about your baby boy.

You were wrapped in your thoughts when Caitlin spoke up.

“What’s his name, bug?” Caitlin asked as she crawled him in her arms, Steph having had a cuddle a few minutes prior.

“Krew. Krew Y/L/N.”

“Hi, Krew. Hi bubba.” Caitlin cooed, looking at the baby fast asleep in her arms.

You also messaged Kyra, telling her to come to the hospital.

Surprisingly, the normally energetic Kyra was so calm, gently knocking on the door.

She entered with a balloon and a bunch of flowers.

“Ky, you didn’t have to. Thank you.”

Kyra didn’t respond though, her eyes focused on the baby in your arms.

“I’m so proud of you.” Kyra said, tears flowing down her cheeks as she hugged you.

“Would auntie Kyra like a cuddle?” You asked as she pulled away.

“Auntie Kyra would love a cuddle.”

The rest of the afternoon went smoothly, some other teammates coming and saying hello.

Caitlin decided she’d stay the night so Steph went home, leaving the three of you alone.

Caitlin went to sleep not long after, having you promised her to wake her if you needed anything.

A small whimper was heard as you closed your eyes and you looked at Krew, whose little legs were kicking away.

A quiet cry followed, his face having a tiny frown on it.

“It’s okay, bubba. Shh, that’s it.” You whispered, holding him close as he stopped crying.

You focused on all the gift presents in the corner of the room, all of them from teammates.

There were blankets, clothes, stuffed animals, everything.

“You are so loved, little man.”

[kimis-gloves]

sour - charles leclerc

word count : 780 - oneshot

hehe a lil charlie smut>:)

warnings: morning sex, dirty talk, petnames, if you squint very hard then angst?? but not rlly, softdom!charles, slight degrading, post/pre shower sex.

as early in the morning as it was, you hear Charles turning on the shower, humming whatever song he has stuck in his head from the never ending party you two went to last night. through your raging headache, you miss the warmth of your boyfriend so you stumble your way into the connecting bathroom, still in his hoodie that you managed to change into at 4:30 in the morning. Charles, already in the shower, washing off the sticky champagne & sweat. Coming p2 in Australia was something to be proud of, but he didnt feel proud. he hoped to do better next time as he hears y/n stumble her way into the bathroom, quickly going for a pee before speaking to charles through the glass doors.

“Good morning charles, ill start us some coffee”

“Thank you my love”

as you head out to make charles his favourite way of coffee, he finishes his shower and steps out to dry himself off and thats when you walk back in, coffees in hand. he looks absolutely amazing like this. hes stood infront of the large window, in nothing but a towel. the water beading off of him and dripping out of his hair. you set down the coffees and make your way towards the drool worthy man thats infront of you. you wrap your arms around his shoulders as you leave soft and wet kisses along his jawline. already being in somewhat of a sour mood, charles doesn’t appreciate your teasing and takes things into his own hands as he quickly grabs you by your hips and bends you over the counter top, almost knocking off the now close to cold coffees.

“Char-“

“A-Ah, no talking cherie, just let me take care of you right now~”

and with that you did. quickly shutting up for him as you let the man take however much control he desired from you. you thank him for any type of touch that he gives you. he goes to quickly pull down your panties, when he realizes you dont even have any on.

“What a dirty girl you are cherie.. no panties and already dripping out of your cunt like this? My my, im not sure what i should do with such a whore like you.”

he aggressively puts a hold into your hair and pulls you up to be face close to charles, breathing rapidly as he whispers,

“dont move, dont make a sound or else you will regret it. listen as i say and you wont have to suffer, am i clear darling?”

“Yes c-Charles” you say with a whine

“Hm, i dont think i was” he mutters, slowly sliding his tip along your slick-coated pussy. you whine again when he quickly smacks the side of your thigh “No noise, slut” he growls before shoving his 2 fingers into your mouth, allowing you to lick and spit on them. pulling them out and away from your mouth he instead inserts them both into your cunt.

fighting back moans, you clench your walls around charles’ fingers, letting him know how much you want to be filled his his cock.

“mon amour you feel so good, i cant wait to fill you with my cum.” he grumbled into your ear as he finally inserts his cock into your aching cunt, he bottoms out with a low hum into your ear. he slowly grinds into your pussy, drawing out lewd sounds from both of you. both you and Charles have given up on trying to keep you quiet as he just gets completely lost into your body. he sets a firm & steady pace, nearly knocking you out as he suddenly slams into you, the noise that leaves both your and his mouth is something that belongs in a porno. he wraps around your torso, one hand grabbing and pinching onto your nipple and the other reaching down to your throbbing clit. the sudden sensation is enough to set you over and soon enough you find yourself cumming all over his cock and fingers, him quickly following after as the tight & wet feeling on his cock is just too good not to cum from.

slowly pulling out of you, he’s planting kisses all over your body. turning the shower back on as he guides you in, making sure the water is the perfect temperature and that you aren’t going to topple over.

“my love, i should probably go remake these coffees” Charles laughs, placing a kiss onto your temple. as you watch Charles put his clothes on and leave the bathroom, coffees in hand, you couldn’t be more thankful to have such a perfect boyfriend like him.

a/n: i hope u enjoyed❤️ this was just something small. likes & reblogs always appreciated ❤️❤️

[f0point5]

Every time you shine, I’ll shine for you

Part 12 of the Lando Norris x fakegirlfriend!reader social media au

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A/N: I will be pretending this race didn’t happen. Also, can we pretend Amelia Dimz isn’t in Lando’s comments for the purposes of this fic? Ok thanks. Lol that those are the most PR interactions I have ever seen though. Hope you all enjoy this part, if you do that might make me a little less sad that I woke up at the crack of ass to see Max DNF. 💀

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[trulyhblue]

Girl(friends)

Lauren Hemp x Aussie! Reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, awkward, OG Man City

A/N — I'm in a Hempo phase rn so be prepared. Short one today x

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You dreaded the days when you weren't playing football.

It was the one thing you couldn't live without, your adoration for the sport was larger and more demeaning than anything else. The solidarity, solace, and peace you found in running up down the wing, the ball at your feet. The feeling of utter elation when the ball went into the goal, past a defender, through the goalkeeper's reach. The celebrations, the assists, and everything else in between.

You could talk forever about football.

Except on Media Days.

You hated the unknown of it. You had managed to excuse yourself beforehand from most of these shoots since you weren't among the best-known players of the club — save that for Keira, Gee, and Lucy. But on the rare occasion that you were chosen for the quick photoshoot or challenge with one or more of the girls, you remained relatively quiet, speaking when you must and laughing when you should. You had no trouble with any of the girls, it was just in front of the public's view, and you were squirmish.

You pulled yourself out of bed after hitting snooze thrice, hearing Alanna ramp on downstairs. You made sure to stay in bed for another ten minutes. You changed into your team's tracksuit and a random top, making your way downstairs, slouching into one of the stools by the kitchen counter.

"Oh, wow." Alanna chuckled, holding out a coffee towards you. "You look delighted. Excited for today, are we?"

You simply offered her a grimace, taking a large sip of your coffee, hoping the taste would clear your evident distaste for the day ahead.

Alanna was a social butterfly. She was used to feeding into the Media's hand whenever they came becking. Most of the City girls were the same, it was a very jovial team that trusted one another well enough to have fun in the security of their job.

All the girls had arrived by the time Alanna and you had trampled in, wearing matching blue kits. Hayley was laughing with Georgia in front of a couple of cameras, a ball at their feet as they struggled to keep the ball off the floor. Gee tried to kick at the Aussie's feet, by didn't catch the ball in time to get the point. Raso threw her hands up in triumph, the cameras panning to Gee rolling around on the floor.

On the other side of the indoor training field were Lucy and Keira, standing around a giant-sized game of Janga, talking to the PR Managers behind the camera as they posed questions to the two of them as they played. Alex, Lauren and Chloe were sitting by a desk, on their phones as they waited for their turn to be called up.

The gush of blood that rushed to your cheeks when Lauren smiled towards you sent Alex and Chloe into a fit of giggles. The duo were always around to tease the two of you with your beyond-obvious, mutual pining. You wouldn't call it embarrassing, but there were certainly times when one of you would go out of your way to gain the other’s attention.

When you first met, Lauren tried to give you a tour of the facilities, but she ended up getting both of you lost. She apologised over and over profusely, and she dreaded the awful, first impression she had left you with.

You and Alanna sat beside them, greeting them with conversation before falling into a satisfied silence. Your next game was the Manchester Derby against United. The team had been training non-stop this past week, today is the first day without strenuous drills and exercises. Nevertheless, it was still a day at work, and to be honest, you'd rather be sweating ten times over than talking to a camera.

The thought of doing a video alone daunted you as you watched Hayley and Gee from afar. On a regular day, Hayley would be your Media Partner; the two of you always did videos with one another. On the odd day that you didn't, it'd be Alanna. If not Alanna, it was with a group of you. Now that you thought about it, the two Aussie girls were the only ones you had done a video with one-on-one. The feeling of someone different was tormenting. As the five of you sat silent on your phones, you hoped and prayed all of you would be doing a video together.

While you kept to yourself for the most part, save for the Aussie girls, you would go out of your way to make sure Lauren was your partner in drills. You’d try your hardest when she was watching, and vice versa. The blonde would hit the ball as hard as she could into the back of the net, and you’d be that landed with the assist. In games, you had been quickly dubbed as a duo due to the chemistry you seemed to have in the game. Fans would swarm at any interaction you’d have with her.

But to their dismay — and apparently most of your teammates — you and Lauren had never been in a video together.

But, to your surprise, you spoke too soon.

"Alright, Ladies, are you ready?" One of the PR girls came up with an iPad, scrolling through whatever it was she was looking for, and glancing up. You noticed Lauren straightening up beside you, holding her arms over her chest, waiting for the woman to finish her sentence.

You found yourself catching sight of the slight furrow in the girl's eyebrows; the concern written all over her face. You knew she was worried, and you supposed you were too. "We've got Greenwood, Kelly, and Kennedy over there. You've got interviews."

You tried not to look too relieved at the news, hiding the smile in response to the girl's identical groans. No one liked Interviews. They were serious, solemn, and no fun whatsoever. It was always boring questions about your job as a Midfielder, or how you maintained a balanced life outside of football. It wasn't the fans' favourite video to watch at all, but it was more for the professional side of it than the Media. Everyone had to do it. You were just glad that today it wasn't you.

"Hempo and Y/l/n, we've got an auto-complete interview."

"That's not fair, those are so much better," Alanna whined at that, throwing her head back like a toddler. "Hempo, surely we swap."

Lauren pursed her lips together, cheeks going a bit red at all the eyes on her. Alex and Chloe waited for her response, a smirk aligned on each of their faces.

"Nah, leave her Lani." Alex sounded, prodding the blonde with her elbow.

Lauren's cheeks went a deeper red when Chloe laughed. "Hempo's been wanting to do this for ages."

"Shut up, Kelly." Lauren snapped in a mutter, turning away to march off towards the direction of the lone white background and chairs. You turned to see the two Brits giggling to themselves, dragging Alanna over to the back doors.

"Have fun, Y/n/n."

"Hope you're as excited as Hempo!"

You shrugged them off, sauntering over to the set-up. Lauren was already sitting on a stool, playing with the rings on her fingers, wearing a prominent scowl.

"Are you alright?" You asked, sitting on the spare chair, tensing when you accidentally knocked your knee with hers.

Her pale cheeks disappeared, replaced with the blush you saw from before. "Yes, they're just annoying. Very annoying."

"Having a laugh, I 'spose." You reasoned, though the blonde didn't come off as too convinced. "But you're right, they're silly."

The blonde simply hummed in response, the both of you listening to the man behind the camera.

"Okay, guys, this is really straightforward." He said, readjusting the camera as he spoke. "You just got to introduce yourselves before you start, then we'll give you a board full of questions and you've just got to answer them. All good?"

Everyone watched the two of you nod. No one could deny the definitive awkwardness between the two of you, and the obvious hesitance toward what you were about to do. It was safe to say neither of you was fit to talk on and on, especially under the scrutiny of viewers.

You didn't know the cameras were already recording, choosing to fiddle with your hands as you waited. You could tell by the definitive look on Hempo's face that she was just as reluctant as you were. The blonde glanced at you from the corner of her eye, shuffling in her chair before she muttered towards you.

"You have an eyelash."

You spun to face her. "What?"

Lauren's face reddened, her beady brown eyes widening at your sudden response.

Without thinking, she pulled her hand out from her pocket, reaching to pinch something off your face. She was gentle when pulling away, holding her finger up to reveal the eyelash she had picked. She watched as you blew it off, giggling meekly at the benevolent interaction.

"You ready?" One of the people asked behind the camera, making the two of you leave your intimate bubble. "When you're ready."

Lauren nodded towards you. "You can start."

You sighed, trying to hide the smile that crammed your lips. "Hello, my name is Y/N, and this is Lauren Hemp," You waited for the blonde to finish your sentence, but when you were met with silence, you took one look at her stupefaction and continued. "And today we're going to be doing a... what is it?"

Lauren lifted up one of the boards that balanced against the end of her chair. She picked it up, surveying it, reading out the bulk letters at the top. "An auto-complete interview."

"Right. That's what we're doing."

The two of you left the introduction at that, an empty silence vacating the set.

Thankfully, a voice sounded from behind the camera. "Who's starting?"

Lauren shrugged, filling the ungainly silence. "I can."

You both stared at the board in between you. "I think you peel them off." You spoke, motioning at the tape that covered half the sentences. Lauren took your advice, skinning the first sticker to reveal the question.

"Who is Lauren Hemp's team?" You read out, making both of you giggle. "Oo, that's a good question."

"I play for Manchester City." Lauren played with the tape in her hand as answered. "But I play for England in the National Team."

She peeled off the second one, waiting for you to read it. "Who is Lauren Hemp's favourite teammates?" You spoke, rubbing your head in deceitful confusion.

Lauren laughed, glimpsing at you with a beaming smile. "We haven't known each other for long."

"Yes, but I'm very charismatic." You shook your head, sighing. "But go on, who is it?"

"Well," She thought to herself for a second. "I'm close with all the girls but... I'd have to say Esme, of course. She's my best friend."

"No brainer, clearly." You made a point to roll your eyes, huffing about, but it was plain to see that you were only joking. "Alright, who is Lauren Hemp's... boyfriend?"

There was a bit of an awkward interlude, leaving everyone looking around the pitch. Lauren, however, fell into a cynical fit of laughter, with you following shortly after.

"No boyfriends for me."

You didn't know why, but your stomach recoiled at the thought of Lauren with someone. It was a great relief to hear that she wasn't. "None at all?" You couldn't help but ask.

Lauren was quick to reply. "No, no boys... or girls at all."

"Right." You replied, placing the board onto the floor, hoping no one was noticing the pink across your cheeks. "Who's next?"

The next board was displayed between the two of you like before, except this time, your name was typed across it. Lauren shuffled closer to you, pinning the board to her side. “Go on then.”

You peeled the first question off. “Who is Y/N Y/L/N’s favourite team?”

Lauren looked at you, laughing when you were silent. “Well, I'm not answering, you are.”

“Yeah, well, hold on, I'm thinking.” You scoffed, pretending to whack the girl playfully with your board. She swatted you away, grabbing the board from where it rested on your thigh and smiled.

“I'm gonna say the Matildas because why else,” You could hear the Blonde’s indistinguishable disapproval, clicking her tongue. You’d later find out when watching the clip that she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest affectionately. “But yeah, my childhood club was Sydney FC, so I’ll stick with my roots.”

“But she plays for City,” Lauren added, both of you giggling at your ambiguity. You never liked these types of questions, especially when the media took them out of context. You love City with all your heart, but it was easy for people to twist things and make it out that you didn't mean what you said.

“But I play for City, yes, and I love it.” You repeated, proceeding in ripping off each of the stickers as the game went on.

Lauren was patient when it wasn’t her go, adding in her opinion and a subtle joke every so often, basking in your immediate reaction each time. You bounced off one another like wildfire, seemingly knowing what the other was going to say before it was said. You were intellectual in what you shared, favourite meals, celebrity crushes, words of advice — pretty much anything the questions asked. Without knowing, you and Lauren discovered more and more about each other without directly asking. Your relationship blossomed, even with the presence of the cameras, into something tangible, free, and warm.

When it got to the end, you were still holding the board, fiddling with its edges as Lauren wrapped up the last of her questions. Somehow, you felt a little upset that the video was coming to an end. You wanted these questions to keep on coming. You would spend hours listening to the girl talk about what she loved and who she was. But by the time the last question lingered, you feel into comfortable silence.

Ever so slowly, Lauren inched her hand closer to the board you were holding, brushing her pinky and ring finger across your thigh as she did so. You pretended to conceal your flustered state by smiling, giving her the board to chuck away.

You didn't know how you coped when you felt Lauren keep her hand on your thigh.

“Well, that's the end of the video,” She finished, looking towards the camera, then to you.

You smiled back at her. “We hope you enjoyed and if you what to see more—”

“Well there's no more videos of us.”

“But go check the channel anyway.”

“Bye!”

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manchestercity

manchestercity — watch our fan-fav duo answer your questions on our youtube channel!!! 🩵🩵🩵

Coming out later today 💪🏻💪🏻

tagged: laurenhemp, yourusername

Comments:

alexgreenwood — I'm as excited as @ laurenhemp, right @ chloekelly???

^ chloekelly — the real ones know 😂

^ user19 — what r they talking about Lol???????

^ chloekelly — yeah, Hempo, what are we talking about?

^ laurenhemp — STOP

User1 — they are so cute omg

^ user2 — IKKKKK

user22 — Alex and Chloe’s comments?

^ user25 — they know something we don't

^ alexgreenwood 👀

^ user22 — HELP

yourusername — hope you all enjoy 🩵

^ manchestercity — 🩵

laurenhemp — thanks for having us!

^manchestercity — 🩵

^ user3 — the blue heart is just so 😍

User4 — “you've got an eyelash.” “what?” UGH THE SOFTNESS OMG

^ user5 — the way Y/N lets Hempo brush it off and blow it away 😭😭

^ user6 — they definitely had no idea they were recording.

user7 — OKAY ADMIN FINALLY FEEDING US WITH THE HEMPO x Y/N CONTENT

^ user8 — RIGHTTTTT LIKE IM HERE FOR IT

user10 — they will win us the league.

^ user11 — why didn't they work together sooner?

^ user10 — fr

laurenhemp (pretend its you, luv u keira)

laurenhemp — winner winners

tagged: yourusername

Comments are limited.

Yourusername — stargirl 🌟

^laurenhemp — 🫶🏼

alexgreenwood — yeah the girl(friends)

^ chloekelly — yeah the friends…

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A/N — this was really rushed and cut up but there isn't enough Hempo fics out there. I rlly didn't do her justice tn 🫠

[a-leg-without-fear]

Leg's Tuna Tober

this is the masterlist post for all of my tuna-tober posts!!! starting october 1, expect either a fic or a drawing almost EVERY DAY of the month :) here's the link to the prompt list if you'd like to participate!!

🩸= set in the NFW universe, in which the reader is a blood bender born in 1905 🔥= SMUT 18+ 🌧️= angst 🪻= fluff 🎨= drawing 📖= writing

Day 1: Reading to Each Other🪻(Duke Leopold Mountbatten x f!reader) 📖

Day 2: Threesome🔥(Worst!Wolverine x f!reader x Deadpool) 📖

Day 3: Insomnia🩸🌧️ (Logan Howlett x mutant!fem!reader) 📖

Day 4: "Are You Blushing?"🪻(Jack Clancy x f!reader) 🎨

Day 5: Begging🔥(Logan Howlett x f!reader) 📖

Day 6: "You Can Sleep Here Tonight."🪻(Gabriel Van Helsing x f!reader) 📖

Day 7: Nightmare🌧️(Worst!Logan Howlett x f!reader) 📖

Day 8: Overstimulation🔥(Robert Angier x f!reader) 🎨

Day 9: "You Don't Need To Do That." "I Want To."🪻(Duke Leopold Mountbatten x f!reader) 📖

Day 10: "I'm Not Good Enough."🌧️(Charlie Kenton x gn!reader) 📖

Day 11: Sharing an Umbrella🪻(Duke Leopold Mountbatten x f!reader) 📖

Day 12: Sneak Peek🩸🌧️(Logan Howlett x mutant!fem!reader) 📖

Day 13: Playful Kiss🪻(Wolverine x Deadpool) 🎨

Day 14/15: Break Day 🎃

Day 16: Scent Marking🩸🔥🌧️(Worst!Logan Howlett x mutant!fem!reader) 📖

Day 17: "I'm Not Leaving You."🌧️(Gabriel Van Helsing x f!reader) 📖

Day 18: Pillow Fort🪻(Charlie Kenton x f!reader) 🎨

Day 19: Gags🔥(Robert Angier x f!reader) 📖

Day 20: "Who Did This To You?"🩸🌧️(Logan Howlett x mutant!fem!reader) 📖

Day 21: Flustered🪻(Gabriel Van Helsing x f!reader) 🎨

Day 22: Aphrodisiacs🔥(Wyatt Bose x f!reader) 📖

Day 23/24: Break Day 🎃

Day 25: Playing With Their Hair🪻(Logan Howlett x f!reader) 🎨

Day 26: Under The Desk🔥(Frank Tassone x m!reader) 📖

Day 27: Sneak Peek🩸🌧️(Logan Howlett x mutant!fem!reader) 📖

Day 28: Hair Pulling🔥(Gabriel Van Helsing x f!reader) 📖

Day 29: Forehead Kiss🪻(Jean Valjean x f!reader) 📖

Day 30: Road Trip🩸🪻(Old!Logan Howlett x mutant!fem!reader) 📖

Day 31: SANGUINE🩸🌧️(Logan Howlett x mutant!fem!reader) 📖

hope you all are as excited for tuna tober as i am!!!!

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[enwoso]

FINDING HOME — katie’s mccabe x caitlin foord

twelve days of christmas | day 9

based on this request

the smell of a cinnamon candle drifted through the small kitchen but caitlin barely noticed. she was sat perched on a stool at the counter staring at the bright light of her laptop which displayed three open tabs: flights to sydney and flights to dublin. each one seeming to mocking their incapability to make a decision.

katie leaned against the doorwar, clad in thick hoodie and shorts even though it was cold in the streets of london, her amrs folded across her chest. her blue eyes, the kind that could see straight through caitlins soul, were clouded with irritation. "i don't get why this is so hard" katie's voice sharper than caitlin was used to.

caitlin winced, "cause it is hard. we are choosing between two entire countries, it's not exactly a decision we make in a split second-" 

"well it ain't about the countries though. its about ya family, or ma family.. or-" katie trailed off biting her lip as she took a step further into the kitchen. she didn't have to finish the sentence, cailtin knew already what she was thinking: or neither.

the two hadn't been together for long this being their second christmas as a couple, last year making the decision to spend it apart but after agreeing that this christmas wasn't going to be spent in the same way. this was going to be their first christmas together, a chance to start blending their traditions, their families, their lives. but instead of feeling excitement, they both felt like they were stuck in quicksand.

"right, so lets break it down" Caitlin said, forcing a calm tone which was far from how she currently felt. "australia is warm so we could spend christmas at the beach, plus i know my parents are already planning a huge barbecue."

she watched as katie nodded slowly, as her jaw slowly tightened, "and i guess my family's roast dinner in ireland doesn't matter?" as katies words leeft her lips caitlin felt her stomach twist. 

"of course it matters! but its not just about what our families want, i mean we could always just stay in london. spend christmas here just the two of us" caitlin shrugged as she lowered her laptop meaning katie's gaze. 

"neutral ground" katie repeated flatly as small chuckle fell from her lips, "sure cause nothin' says 'merry christmas' like runnin' away from the people we love" 

caitlin flinched at the harshness of katies words but they were laced with hurt but caitlin could hear the truth underneath. it wasn't just about geography, it was about compromise and sacrifice. choosing whose feelings mattered more.

"maybe we should.. do christmas separate again this year-" caitlin muttered, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. instantly regretting her words as soon as they slipped from her lips.

watching as katie's head snapped up meeting caitlin's gaze once again, "are ya bein' serious?"

"i don't know, maybe.. if it means we don't have to fight about this anymore!"

for a moment the only sound in the room was the soft ticking of the kitchen clock as caitlin's eyes glistened, tears ready to spill, as she quickly looked away but not before katie saw the teas threatening to spill. 

"i don't believe this-" katie whispered, "you actually think spendin' christmas apart is the solution?" katie was in pure disbelief at what she was hearing especially after the two had made a promise to one another that they were going to find a way, even through all the barriers to be able to spend christmas together. 

cailtin's chest tighened with guilt as she opened her mouth to respond but no words came out, feeling the absence of katie before she had even left the room. the irish women spinning on her heels and walking out the room muttering something caitlin couldn't understand.

caitlin didn't sleep that night, she lay awake staring at the ceiling as the argument replayed over and over in her mind. katie hadn't come to bed. the two being stubborn and had spoken a word to each other since the argument in the kitchen over where to spend christmas.

so when caitlin finally crept down the stairs and into the living room at dawn finding her girlfriend curled up on the couch a think blanket wrapped around her as she hugged tightly onto one of the cushions. caitlin's heart ached just at the sight.

knealing down beside katie as she brushed a strand of dark hair from her face. "i'm sorry, i'll fix this. i promise" 

mid-morning rolled around and caitlin was sat at the kitchen table, nursing a mug of tea her phone in her hand as she scrolled. her eyes were puffy but her expression was calm. katie who was now awake, slid into the chair across from her, holding her own mug.

"i've been thinking" katie began her voice raspy but still her thick irish accent peeked through steadily, "i've been selfish. i keep talkin' about how hard a decision it is for me and haven't really though about us. i'm sorry" caitlin put her phone down as she listened, humming along signalling for katie to carry on.

"i want us to spend christmas with your family this year" katie said as her words spilled out in a rush, "i know it means a lot to you and i want to be there for you, and for them."

caitlin blinked, clearly taken aback. not expecting those words from the irish women. "b-but what about your family? and ireland?"

"they'll understand. my parents will miss me, sure, but they know im buildin' a life with you now and besides i can call them on christmas, we can visit them next year" katie shrugged, talking as if she had planned this months ago and had thought of every possibility going, well but one.

caitlin sat for a few moments, not saying anything instead just processing what katie had just said. but then slowly a smile broke across her face.

"really? you'd do that" she asked as her voice reached barely above a whisper. katie reaching across the table and taking caitlin's hand in hers. "of course, i love you"

caitlin squeezed her hand tightly as tears welled up again - but this time they were happy tears. "you know" caitlin began a small mischievous smile appearing on her face. "its not too late to compromise"

caitlin;s smile widened as she nodded before continuing, "australia for christmas, ireland for new year. its only fair" 

katie only laughed as she moved from the otherside of the table to plant a kiss on caitlins lips pulling away with a small giggle her heart swelling with relief and love, "deal"

sometimes, home wasn't a place. it was a person.