#lauren's 1k

[lexsfosters]

[dozydawn]

Ralph Lauren SS 2003

Models: Dewi Driegen and Filippa Hamilton.

[lizztaylor]

Marie 'Slim' Browning

Lauren Bacall in To Have and Have Not (1944)

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

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I’m 5’3”, 21, Indian-American/Southeast Asian-American, & hella obsessed with TGM

is it bad that the first thing i thought of was shorty

i fully acknowledge that as a short girlie myself this is a crime against My People but who are we if we can't make fun of ourselves :))

(for reference, i'm like. 5'2.5''. maybe 5'3'' on a good day)

thank u for sending in an ask!

celebrate 1k with me!

[lewisvinga]

my strong girl | lewis hamilton x fem! chronically ill! reader

summary; after an incident during a race, y/n is sent to the hospital and is upset about missing his race after not attending races for months. fortunately for her, lewis is always understanding

fc; various girls on pinterest

word count; 1k

warnings; hospitals, needles, fainting

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3 @fall-bambi

note; requested ! lewis was so close to a podium i actually was so upset🙁🙁🙁 anyways, i tried to combine a few of the ideas into this without it being superrrr hectic

masterlist !

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“Are you sure you want to come? You don’t need to feel pressured to do so.” Lewis asked in the soft tone that always brought Y/n comfort.

She sighed as he helped her put on her blue Ralph Lauren cardigan. “I’m sure, Lew. I don’t want to miss your home race.” She huffed, watching him grab her white golden gooses.

“Just be careful today. I hate that I can’t be around you the whole time.” Lewis quietly said. He helps her out on her shoes, securely tying the white laces.

“I know, I’ll be careful. I promise.”

Y/n really tried her best to be careful. She only walked a few minutes to grab stuff around Lewis’ driver's room. If she went longer distances, she used her wheelchair and one of the girlfriends of the drivers would happily walk by her side to accompany her.

While Lewis was doing media duties before the race, she hung out with Carmen and Lily. The two girls had lunch but Y/n wasn’t hungry so she decided to not eat. A big mistake for her.

She could only chat with Lewis for a few minutes before he had to get into his car. A couple of good luck kisses later, and his car was being driven out of the garage for the warm-up lap.

Silverstone was always special. It was Lewis’s home race and most importantly, his last home race with Mercedes. He was starting in pole after a fantastic qualifying session. The rainy weather allowed him to push the car to its limits.

Y/n started to feel a bit strange, like something was up but she ignored it for anxiety as the race began. Lewis had a fantastic start to the race and maintained being in first.

Around halfway through the race, Y/n felt well enough to get up from her wheelchair in the usual spot in the back of the garage. Although she usually refrained from walking due to getting tired so easily as a result of her illness, she decided that she felt well enough to at least a couple of steps in.

It was the final five laps and Lewis was still in first with a large gap between him and Charles, his future teammate, who was in second. However, instead of feeling joy about the British driver leading the race and being close to his 104th win, she started to feel like something was off.

Y/n needed to sit back down but her wheelchair was in the farthest corner of the Mercedes garage. Carmen had called out her name in concern but it sounded muffled as she struggled to stand upright. Before she knew it, everything went dark.

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The sound of beeping and the feeling of a familiar pair of fingers rubbing over her hand was what Y/n first noticed as she gained consciousness. The bedsheets crinkled as she slowly moved around, hearing a soft shush as she whined.

“Easy there, my love.”

Her eyes fluttered open and she’s met with Lewis’s deep brown eyes. She immediately noticed he was in a pair of sweats with a trophy sitting by his side.

“Did I miss it?” She asked with a raspy voice. She knew the answer of course. A wave of guilt washed over her. Lewis immediately noticed her furrowed-up eyebrows as she glanced at the iv sticking out of her hand.

“I care more about whether or not you’re okay, my love.” He sighed, gently cupping her cheek to make her look at him. “This win was for you, my strong girl.”

“Not strong enough to last 5 minutes standing up.” Her angry mumble made him let out a chuckle. He leaned over and softly kissed her cheek.

“Doctors said you had low blood sugar. You hit your head, no concussion but they want to keep you here overnight just in case something happens due to your illness.”

Y/n huffed at the mention of staying overnight at the hospital. Sure, she was used to it due to her illness, but she just wanted to be in the comfort of her home in the arms of Lewis. Her furrowed-up eyebrows made him laugh again.

She hadn’t noticed an overnight back resting next to the first-place trophy on the ground. He reached for it and pulled out a sketchbook, a few tubes of paint, and a couple of paintbrushes. Her previous furrowed-up eyebrows immediately relaxed. She relaxed back into the pillows as he opened up the sketchbook to an empty page.

Painting was once a passion of Y/n. She has grown quite a large platform for her work. She adored being able to translate everything in her mind onto a canvas with the stroke of her paintbrush.

Unfortunately due to her illness causing pain in her hand joints, she had to give up the intricate paintings. On occasions when she found herself stuck in the hospital, Lewis would always bring her sketchbook. Although she couldn’t do the once complex strokes and liked, she could do a simplified version.

“Lew,” Her voice was soft and frail. Her hand reached out to grasp his. “You didn’t have to do this. You should be celebrating your win.” She mumbled, slowly reaching over to tuck a braid that had fallen out of his ponytail behind his ear.

“Nonsense,” Lewis looked up at her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I much rather be relaxed and painting here with you than be out with drunk people who only want to be around me for the pictures.”

Y/n sighed as the corner of her lips curled into a smile. He handed her a paintbrush before squeezing a couple of colors on the small plastic palette he had brought. He leaned over, cupping her cheek in pulled her in close. He gently kissed her plump lips and couldn’t help but smile.

“I love you, my strong girl.”

“And I love you, my 104x race winner.”

[writememysticfalls]

Daddy | Damon Salvatore

Summary: Your husband Damon is the hottest DILF in town... It gets him into some sticky situations.

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive, daddy!Damon

Word Count: <1k

“OMG. Total DILF,” one girl whispered.

“I heard he sells cars. I could ride him into tomorrow.”

“I wish he was my daddy!”

Everyone in the class laughed.

You strode over to the window. What jerk-ass dad was distracting your students?

Oh no.

It was your husband, Damon.

He was pushing a pram - surrounded by gushing high school girls. With his wild black hair, and forearms straining out of his shirt, he was no regular dad. And you hated it. That’s why it was a total secret that he was your husband.

“See how tiny she is?” He cooed, lifting your baby girl, Sokhi. “She fits in my arm if I hold her like this.”

“You have great arms,” one girl said. Everyone sighed.

“Shh…” Damon said, his eyelids fluttering. “Quiet, or you'll wake her.”

One girl fainted. You rolled your eyes.

“Stop bothering the nice man!” you said, giving Damon a this isn’t funny look.

The class troublemakers, Raya and Lauren, grabbed Damon’s arms. “Stop getting in the way, Miss L/n!” they said.

“Yeah, Miss L/n,” Damon said, smirking. “Stop getting in the way.”

“Doesn’t Mr Salvatore have an appointment to get to?” you said.

Damon sighed, stretching his arms over the girls’ shoulders. “Nope… I got nothing but time.”

“You better get going,” you said through gritted teeth. “You might get in big trouble.”

“Hey, girls!” Damon called, hands on his knees. “Who wants to hear about the time I slept with the whole cheerleading squad?”

Everyone cheered. Your mouth fell open.

“Oh yeah,” Damon said, winking. “See, the cheerleaders loved us football players. The best part was, they were really flexible-”

“I'm flexible, Damon,” one girl said, stroking his bicep.

“Okay! Enough!” you said, clapping your hands. “Get back to lessons, or I’m putting you all in detention!”

You walked away, unable to even look at your husband.

At the end of the day, Damon walked into your classroom, holding Sokhi.

“Wanna hold her?” he whispered.

“No, Damon,” you said, stabbing a full stop on your paper. “I asked you to pick me up at the end of the day. Quietly.”

“I know,” Damon said, going cross-eyed at Sokhi. “I thought it would be fun if I came early.”

“Well, it wasn't fun,” you said, sitting on top of your table, arms crossed. “The girls were distracted all afternoon. They couldn’t get anything done.”

“Well, who can blame ‘em,” Damon said, smirking.

“You’re picking up teenage girls now? Classy,” you said.

Damon put the baby down and swaggered over to you. Embarrassingly, your heart picked up.

He twirled a loose strand of your hair. “Why? You jealous?”

“No, Damon,” you said. “I’m not jealous. I just hate playing bad cop all the time.”

Damon’s mouth turned down. “Look, Y/n. I’m not just Mr Sock Puppet. I’m not the Tickle Monster! I’m Damon frickin’ Salvatore.”

“I get it,” you said. “You’re a stud. Women love you.”

“It’s not that.” He sat on the desk, twisting his ring. “I love being married to you. I love our life. This old dad just… likes to imagine that he’s a bad boy again. That he’s sexy.”

You smiled, running your hands over his broad shoulders. “That's what this is about? Damon…” you whispered, “you're sexy. It's taking all my willpower not to rip off your clothes right here.”

“Do it,” Damon said, his eyes wide.

Your breaths were shaky. “Damon… that’s crazy.”

He quirked his eyebrow, his large hands running up your back. “I don’t care. You see, I like being a little naughty.”

“Oh really?” you said, looking at his lips. “Then, you’re in for a big punishment.”

“Oh Miss L/n,” he murmured, against your neck. “Please don’t be too harsh.”

You grabbed Damon’s collar, about to say something extremely inappropriate. Then, you remembered where you were.

You jumped away from Damon, smoothing down your shirt.

You shook your head. “See how hot you are, Damon? We’re at school, in broad daylight - and I still can’t keep my hands off you.”

Damon gave you an evil grin.

Later, you were walking back to the car park, pushing Sokhi in her pram. Damon’s arm possessively squeezed your waist.

“I lied. I was jealous earlier,” you said. “Have you seen teenage girls nowadays? They have clean-girl makeup! And push-up bras!”

“Really?” Damon said. “With that bod’? You have nothing to be jealous of.” He turned around and started yelling. “MY WIFE HAS THE TIGHTEST ASS IN THIS DAMN-”

You clapped a hand to his mouth, laughing. “This is a school!”

“So what?” Damon said, his eyes flashing. “Let’s teach these kids something useful for once.”

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[lorenlily]

insp by @withered-rose-with-thorns post here

here's my favourite creations from this year (of course limited to fandoms i'm in and what i've come across throughout) happy new year to you all <3

hunger games catching fire by @celine-song beautiful colouring and i love the scenes chosen it's a beautiful capture of the film

from 1.05 / 3.10 by @fromville such a great find, i never would have caught onto this parallel and the contrast between the grey and blue is so pleasing! really makes me wanna rewatch season 1

day 24 horror sequels by @scre6m i love this movie so much and the shading and hue of blue is so so pleasing

day 7 best of 2024 from season 3 by @taiturner i love the layout of this and it captures season 3 so perfectly its brilliant

emily bader as lady jane grey by @connell-waldron emily bader is gorgeous but the lighting and colouring here is simply stunning

doctor who spare part by @igotthecharnelhouse i've never heard of this and seeing the history of the cybermen laid out here is incredible

my lady jane 1.07 by @scinnlaece i absolutely love this scene! and the colouring here is so so pretty i love it so much!!

jade herrera 3.03 by @lukaskyle i loved seeing jade lose his mind this episode and this set bringing out the white and reds is so so so beautiful, its incredible how you coloured this!! its stunning!!

slow horses 4.05 by @acecroft i'm so glad someone giffed this scene, and the colouring is stunning, i love the highlighting of the blues

are you often surprised with yourself by @jennasommers lizzie saltzman my beloved you have captured her perfectly and i can't stop staring at the final gif, it is so painful, so pretty!!

lotrweek - the road goes ever on by @lady-arryn this set is mesmerising from the colouring to the font to the placement of each gif in the set there aren't enough words to describe the way you captured the beauty of this world! magnificent!

i don't understand how i can miss him if i hated him by @shesnake the gasp i let out the first time i saw this set, what a painful parallel and you have laid it out so perfectly

the unquiet dead by @lonelygodinthetardis season 1 of nuwho there's an innocence and radiance there between nine and rose that you've captured so well with this colouring

the hunger games by @buffonia i love screencap edits so much it reminds me of the creations when i first found tumblr i really really love this set it makes me feel so nostalgic

don't be alone doctor by @henley-reeves the scene choices are perfect and i love the rage radiating from the doctor highlighted in these shades of orange! this set feels exactly like the quote "he's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun" in the best way

notes on self destruction by @sdktrs12 the blending is gorgeous, the quote is perfect, it's a perfect breakdown of shiv in the final season

prompt #2 heartbreak by @graciesabram well break my heart you did with this set! the song choice, the font, the blending, the colouring its stunning

peaky blinders 3x04 by @kittenonpluto i love this scene so much and the colouring here i love the blues you brought out its gorgeous

day 4 favourite family by @alexisrosemullens everytime i look at this i find something new i love! the layout is perfect its so creative i love how we have all the seasons and the colours match them so well

clara oswald under the lake by @doortotomorrow i love the colouring here so much its such a pleasing set with the two faceless shots at each end. its really pretty

thomas shelby peeking through windows by @thomashelbyswife a set i didnt know i needed and i love the colouring here and how it highlights the contrast of the warm and colder tones between shots

rins 1k horror celebration by @gracesledomas this is my favourite set for the movie ever!! its gorgeous! i love every scene choice and i love the colour palette its beautiful

james beaufort and ruby bell by @laurens-german what i love about tumblr is taking a shot, highlighting and capturing it and this set it simply radiates that warmth so well

twelveclara + im your man by @commiebeatle the scene choices, the font, the blending all in this shade of green!! its so incredible and i think the 2nd and 4th gifs are my favourite

merthur week day 3 symbolism by @ughmerlin i love love this set! the overlay of the tarot cards, the blending, the grey and gold colouring its so so beautiful and the middle gif its such a perfect scene choice!

severence 1.05 by @holocrone i love this scene and i especially love the way you played with contrast in this set! its so good

winter in gotham by @simoneashley this is so pretty i love the blend from light to dark there's a great stillness captured in these gifs!

day 5 favourite arena by @jakeperalta i was so ready for this day (because who's favourite arena is anything but) and this set captures the beauty of it so perfectly. i love the layout and the cascade from the light and the orange into the green into the dark and the blues!

and just knowing that everything should end... by @tolerateit this was a perfect way to capture the end of succession! the scene choice is incredible, i love the warm tones and i love how you added in the 'was it underlined or crossed out?' into the writing here

monarch legacy of monsters 1.03 by @brotherconstant i need more past scenes of these three!! what i love so much about this set is the way you played with the layout and highlighting the separation between the characters in these shots! its brilliant!

twelfth doctor 9.01 by @fluffylord the colouring here!! i love it so so much! this is simply a gorgeous set (of the best doctor yes im biased)

too sweet, hozier by @cilly-murphy this set is gorgeous! i love the font choice! i love the orange and grey contrast! choosing to have the grey scenes as a blended gif i love that so much! its simply stunning

charmed 6.05 by @sophsun1 i see piper and chris i love! but especially these gifs with the colouring bringing out the greens from pipers outfit to the background its so satisfying so pretty!

new year, new fonts by @cal-kestis the fonts! i love them so much! the yellow and oranges here are so beautiful but what i love most is the way you blended the gifs its so seemless and i love how that links to the ending of the film and whats to come with btsv

panem's guide to troubled birds by @alinaastarkov this whole set is so intelligent especially with the scene choices. i love the contrast of the coloured gif with the grey rip out uncovering those vulnerabilities. its a really masterful set i love it so much!

twelve and bill by @expelliarmus the colouring of this scene! theres so much warmth radiating from it and the contrast of the greens coming from the light! its like someone took my dream home colour palette and brushed it over this scene! and your tags i agree!!!

eyes: the trio by @indestinatus i love this so much! the colouring and the stillness being captured so you can really take in their eyes! i love the graphic with the fonts overlayed as well. its amazing!

percy jackson and the olympians season 1 by @nataliescatorccio this is such a beautiful set. i love the graphics chosen for each episode. i love the vibrancy and the colours chosen for each episode. the layout with the blending in the main gif really captures the big moments. its amazing and so thoughful.

sunrise by @olympain this is simply stunning! the gradient from one scene to the next! the colouring is gorgeous and it really brings out the warmth of a sunrise!

piper and leo by @futuristicson i'm stunned because of how dark this scene originally is! the colouring is so so amazing how much brightness you have brought to this scene

billy, keiko, lee + hands by @gaal-dornick i love how you played around with gif dimensions and the layout of scenes next to each other! its so thought full to anyone that's watched the show!

this is your legacy... by @gaal-dornick its so impressive when you come across a set that captures the essence of the conflict within a show! the way you've played around with the font style and size and the scene choices it so amazing how you've captured the show in these gifs even down to the colour palette. i love this so much!!

[gunnerfc]

⚡GUNNERFC’S 1K CELEBRATION MASTERLIST ⚡ [coming soon!!]

-> All specifics provided aren’t listed here but I have made a note of everything!

-> Minors please dni with works that have 18+ next to them!

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⚡️Ona Batlle

-> Angry sex (18+)

⚡️Stina Blackstenius

-> jealousy + riding (18+)

-> drunk love confession + first time (18+)

⚡️Aitana Bonmatí

-> rivals to lovers + hate sex (18+)

⚡️Steph Catley

-> drunk love confessions 

-> 5 +1 + keeping the relationship a secret 

-> rivals to lovers + injury/comfort

⚡️Niamh Charles

-> touching while on the phone with someone (18+)

⚡️Kyra Cooney-Cross

-> keeping relationship from teammates + first time (18+)

-> oblivious best friends who have a crush on each other 

⚡️Mary Earps 

-> first time (18+)

-> honeymoon + mile high club (18+)

-> car sex + jealousy (18+)

⚡️Caitlin Foord

-> no prompt other than smut (18+)

⚡️Emily Fox

-> sex tape + jealousy (18+)

-> semi-public sex not on a plane (18+)

-> first date + first time (18+)

⚡️Alex Greenwood

-> watching porn together (dating) + mommy kink (18+)

⚡️Amanda Ilestedt

-> honeymoon + mile high club (18+)

⚡️Lauren James

-> sex tape/filming + riding (strap/thigh) (18+)

⚡️Cloé Lacasse 

-> quickie before leaving for training or a game (18+)

⚡️Rose Lavelle

-> “you have a crush on me?” “we’ve been together for 3 years”

⚡️Kim Little

-> “I could kiss you right now” + first time (18+)

⚡️Katie McCabe

 -> rivals to lovers + hate sex (18+)

-> drunken love confessions + soft morning sex (18+)

⚡️Esme Morgan

-> one bed trope

⚡️Alexia Putellas

 -> angry sex + being filmed (18+)

-> teammates have no idea + “you have a crush on me?” “we’ve been together for 3 years” 

-> injury/comfort + soft morning sex (18+)

⚡️Ashley Sanchez

-> touching while on the phone with someone else (18+) 

-> soft morning sex (18+)

⚡️Hayley Raso

-> “I could kiss you right now”

-> soft morning sex (18+)

⚡️Fridolina Rolfö

-> hate sex (18+)

⚡️Alessia Russo 

-> hate sex (18+)

-> reunion after being long distance

-> best friends to lovers + first time (18+)

-> strap warming (18+)

-> best friends with a crush + first time (18+)

-> phone sex (18+)

-> soft morning sex (18+)

-> sneaking around + riding (18+)

⚡️Lia Wälti

-> soft morning sex + strap warming (18+)

-> “I could kiss you right now” + first kiss

-> reunion after being long distance

-> one bed trope + best friends to lovers

⚡️Leah Williamson

-> filming + 69’ing (18+)

-> watching porn (18+)

-> sex tape filming (18+) 

⚡️Leah Williamson + Katie McCabe 

-> threesome + rivals to lovers (18+)

[graveyardgayme]

Connor McDavid 1000 PTS Ceremony || CBJ @ EDM || 2024.12.05

Featuring his parents Kelly and Brian McDavid, his wife Lauren, his dog Lenny, and the three Oilers who have been with him the whole way—Ryan Nugent-Hopkins, Darnell Nurse, and Leon Draisaitl. From the Erie Otters 1st overall in 2015, to being the 4th Oiler in franchise history to hit 1K points.

"We're not talking greatness, we're talking legendary." — Leon Draisaitl

[lexsfosters]

[ssaemilyhotchner]

Hiii love your work 🥰🥰

Letter F please, if you haven’t done it yet ((:

tysm for your kind words, anon! this one is one of my favorites — I hope you enjoy. xo

OTHER 1K DRABBLES | Read on AO3 Join the celebration by requesting a letter!

letter: F | prompt: friends with benefits | wc: 0.3k

Please do not repost (reblogs welcome) or otherwise claim as your own.

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“It’s not enough anymore, Aaron.”

From the foot of the bed, he watches as she slips into his button down and pads over to the window. She has her arms around herself like she’s holding herself together after her confession, and depending on his response, she supposes she may need to.

It’s not that he isn’t expecting this conversation. He just hadn’t expected she’d be the one to cave first. He, on the other hand, has had the words on the tip of his tongue for weeks, every time she’s come apart in his arms, every time she’s picked apart his meticulous control and put him back together with a wink and a kiss.

It starts before France. One moment they’re drinking away the case in his office, the next they are making out like teenagers on his couch, hands everywhere, realizing with startling clarity that it was always bound to culminate this way; friends with benefits sounds so juvenile, one of them whispers against the other’s thigh. It’s a way to loosen the pressure valve with each other, make good on daydreams and fantasies they’ve been having about the other for years. 

As is the case with most things, when she returns after Doyle, after Lauren, it’s different. The urgency is still there but it’s a different kind, like an optometrist’s lens has clicked in place over it. Previously the urgency was in the chase for release, for pleasure; now it’s in the search for grounding, depth, emotional intimacy. More, and more, and more. 

A reason to stay.

They said they wouldn’t let things get this far, but that was before a table leg and burning flesh and a boy holding his dying father’s hand. Before stolen hand squeezes and forehead kisses at Bethesda, before seven-month secrets, before the fear.

God, the fear.

Everything is different now.

He rises from bed and pulls his boxers back on, then walks over to her and places a gentle hand to the small of her back. She relaxes into his touch instantly. “No. It’s not,” he agrees.

She whips around to stare at him, equal parts surprised, relieved, and terrified at his reciprocation. Her eyes are deep, nearly black, and he can think of nothing that he wants more than to get lost in them forever. “You…”

“I love you, too.”

[ouiouibaguettt]

Bluey and Red

Leah Williamson x Lola Hernandez (oc!)

@carinaswife hope that you like

warnings: no one

words: 1k

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Lola’s POV:

"I'm sorry" I managed to get out between sobs into Sam and Guro's arms. "I shouldn't have missed, I should have passed to one of you" I repeated.

We had lost to FC Barcelona at the Camp Nou in the second leg of the Champions Leagues semi-finals. We only needed one goal to equalize. A goal to still believe but I wasted the opportunity. I had the chance to shoot or pass but I missed.

"We don't blame you, you know that, even great players miss shots like yours, the only thing now is to work on them more and not give up, you're an exceptional player Lola, whether it's us or your nationale team, we're very lucky to have you" Guro said to me as he helped me to my feet and accompanied me towards the tunnel.

"Hernandez!" coming from an unknown voice behind. "Yes?", "Congratulations even if you didn't win you can be proud of the team, you can be proud of yourself really you were an incredible opponent" says the only Alexia Putellas. "Thank you, congratulations to you for the victory, and I hope you'll be back on the pitch soon" I said feeling sympathy for her, it had been 10 months since she had set foot on a pitch and I have the same at home.

"Do you want to swap shirts?" she asked. "Yeah sure" I said excitedly even though I was still bitter about the loss but who wouldn't dream of swapping shirts with Alexia Putellas. "Don't worry about your shot, I miss shots like that too, but if you believe in yourself and your body, you'll put them all in" she said, handing me her shirt. "Thank you, that means a lot coming from you" I said, handing her mine in return. "No problem" she smiled at me.

I made my way back to the dressing room with Alexia's shirt in my hands and immediately went to sit in my seat waiting for Emma's speech. When she had finished, I pulled out my phone to see a photo that Leah's mother had sent me.

Mamanda 🤍 The picture was Leah in my Chelsea shirt watching the game on our sofa. Amanda also said to me 'She's waiting for you at home for comfort. You'll come back better. x Amanda'

That message alone makes me feel good, and seeing Leah in a Chelsea shirt is amazing but seeing her in mine is even better, it almost makes me feel better. Speaking of her, she just sent me a message.

My red ❤️ 'I know you're disappointed in the game, and in yourself, but don't be, you led the team all the way, you were amazing in that semi-final, bluey. Know that I love you and I'm waiting for you at home, go home safe. x your red.'

The fact that even thousands of miles away she manages to give me back my confidence means a lot to me coming from her.

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My red ❤️ 'I've just landed I can't wait to get you home. x your bluey.'

Putting my phone away in my pocket as I saw my suitcase arrive, I headed to pick it up and leave to join Lauren and her brother on their way home.

The drive from the airport to the house was long and quiet. Once I arrived I thanked the James brothers/sisters for the ride, and walked towards the front door which was open with Leah resting against the door frame, she was waving goodbye to Lauren when I reached her and I let go of my suitcase and hugged her.

"I missed you so much red, and I love you too" I said as I replied to her message from the night before. "I missed you too bluey. Come on let's go home before we catch a cold" she says guiding me to the bedroom so I can put my suitcase down and we can go sit on the couch and cuddle.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" she said, resting her head on my chest and looking into my eyes. "I know red" I tell her. "So stop pulling your head up, you were the best player in the game, you missed your shot? So what? It's not a shot that's going to destroy your career" she says. "But I destroyed our hope of going to the final..." I said, breaking the eye contact. "No, it wasn't YOU who broke it, it was the whole team, do you hear me? So right now our plan is to rest, enjoy our time together and you're going to go and win your last few games even against Arsenal right?" she commanded me. "Yes I hear you captain" I said with a little smile.

//

Leah comforted me as best she could that night, so I had to return the favor. That's why I found myself in the Arsenal Stadium, wearing Leah's shirt, cheering for the Guners.

At the final whistle I managed to get down to comfort Leah, I knew that games like this were close to her heart, and I couldn't help but feel bad for her as she was injured just before the semi-final games.

"I'm sorry red, you should be proud of yourself and the girls, really, you were a great team all the way" I said. "Thank you bluey, I love you." she said with tears forming in her eyes. "I love you too, come on don't cry you'll come back much stronger, Chelsea have a lot to worry about next year" I tried to make her smile, which worked. "I'll wait for you at the car okay?" I said. "Okay, I'll be right there" she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before joining her team in the locker room.

Once we got back from the stadium, we curled up in bed, exhausted from the crazy game we had seen. "Good night bluey" she said to me. "Good night red" I said, closing my eyes.

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I'm devastated that Arsenal lost tonight, they had a crazy season in the champions league despite the injuries, they deserved to go to the final, but congratulations to wolfsburg 😕

[senditcolton]

1k Cele-Bakery Masterlist

THE ORDERS

“Lead Me to the Garden” Chai Cookies (blurbs)

Blue Salvia [JT Compher x reader] Candytuft [Tyson Jost x OC Madeleine Murphy] (part of the “call my bluff, call you babe” universe) Daffodil [Mat Barzal x OC Delaney Pierce] (part of “the pull of you” universe) Edelweiss [Matt Martin x reader] (part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe) Gardenia [Andrei Svechnikov x reader] (part of the ”king of my heart” alternate universe) Gardenia [Colton Parayko x OC Elizabeth Astor] (part of the “would it be enough?” universe) Holly [Tyson Jost x reader] Myrtle [Casey Cizikas x reader] Myrtle [Tyler Seguin x reader] Oak [Brock Boeser x reader] Oak [Ryan Graves x reader]

“Showstopper” Sugar Cookies (moodboards)

“at least we were electrified” with Matt Martin (part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe) Carnival Date with Andrei Svechnikov “Knights of Silver & Gold” with Marc-Andre Fleury Lake Shenanigans with Tyson Jost Renaissance Faire with Brock Boeser Vacation with Mat Barzal

“Wild and Wacky” Vintage Chocolate Cake (headcanons)

Getting Lost on a Long Drive with Tyson Jost Going to a Sauna with Mikko Rantanen Moving Into a New Home with Roope Hintz

“Sweet Like Honey” Buttermilk Honey Bread (playlists)

Forbidden Royal Romance with Andrei Svechnikov (part of the “king of my heart” universe)Meeting in a Bookshop with Sidney Crosby Unrequited Love with Erik Johnson

“The Apple of My Eye” Caramel Rose Apple Pie (fic recs)

Jake Oettinger Mikko Rantanen Sidney Crosby Tyson Jost

“Too Good, Too Pure” Cinnamon Roll (ask games)

Top 5 NHL Players Top 5 Places I’ve Seen Top 5 Tropes to Read Top 5 Tropes to Write Top 5 Underrated Active NHL Players Top 5 Vacation Spots

THE THANKS

First, I want to give a special shoutout to a few very special people who I cherish dearly and can’t imagine my time on hockeyblr without them:

Demi ( @wyattjohnston )  You are a bright, shining, sparkling light in this community. You are always so wonderful and welcoming to everyone and I can’t imagine both my time without you nor hockeyblr without you. Thank you for the support on my fics, for hopping in my askbox, and for literally everything you do!!! 

Em ( @texanstarslove ) My goodness! I don’t even know how to describe how wonderful I think you are. You were one of the first blogs I followed here and I thought to myself “wow, she is so cool”. And look at us now! Thank you for allowing me to hop in your askbox and torture you with thoughts (or more accurately, thots) about our favorite hockey boys and for being an overall genuine and sweet person!!!

Lauren ( @laurenairay ) Words cannot describe how amazing and caring of a person you are! You are always taking time out of your day to send me sweet messages and always leaving the sweetest tags on my fics and just... wow! I always look forward to seeing you; in my askbox/messages, in my notifs, on my dashboard. Keep being the golden beautiful human you are!!

I also want to give a quick, special shoutout to three blogs that are not as active/inactive that I still consider very close friends and shaped my hockeyblr experience: Ilyana ( @hookingminor ), Alex ( @toplinetommy ), and Hannah ( @yeeehaw-hockey ). 

There are of course so many other people/blogs I consider near and dear to me and that have made these years on hockeyblr so wonderful & who I can’t wait to become even closer with:  @matthewtkachuk​ @thomasschabot​ @comphy-and-cozy​ @smileysvech​​ @dissonannce​ @ilyasorokinn​ @fallinallincurls​ @raysofcrosby​ @barzysunflower​ @sorryjustafangirl​ @jarmorie​ @cellythefloshie​​ @tippedbykreider​ @troubatrain​ @masonappleton​ @adamlowsy​ @rnuggethopkins​ @austennight​ @wanderinqhoul​ @kailyn-writes​ @typical-simplelove​ 

Shoutout to every single one of you for being here!! If you didn’t see your name above, that doesn’t matter; I love you just as much! When I say I couldn’t do this without you, I mean it!!! (no literally, this celebration wouldn’t exist if 1k of you didn’t decide to hit that follow button)

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

✈️I NEED AS MUCH INFO AS POSSIBLE ON THE THATS MY WIFE PREQUEL IM SO EXCITED PLEASE 🫴🫴🫴

i've come to spill the tea 😎

sO the prequel title is Take Off (like a plane taking off at the beginning of a flight. the beginning of a journey, if you will)

it's set in the Bahamas!!

i did like. 1.5-2 hours of learning about the geography, touristy things, airport locations, and just generally staring at my computer screen in awe bc the Bahamas are so, so pretty

the prequel is basically about the first time Bradley and y/n meet each other. it's unconventional to say the least. gives meet-cute a whole new meeting and i'm in love with it

y/n is so much cooler than i'll ever be

um... i think that's all i can say without giving the whole thing away? i want it to still be somewhat of a surprise when y'all read it 🤓💗

celebrate 1k with me!

[barzal-mat]

homesick

chapter one.

matthew tkachuk x ofc

synopsis: Matt and Lauren had known each other practically forever. They grew together, fell in love and then hockey moved him away, but feelings stayed the same. And now Matt is home for the summer, Lauren has a boyfriend and Matt is lost.

word count: 1k

warnings: none

authors note: This was originally a story with two NHL players, Matthew tkachuk and someone else. But that someone else ended up being a not so great person and I didn't want to sub in a new player. So, I've gonna full Thanos and reality is what I make it. Enter: the face of a frat boy, the kind eyes of a golden retriever and a heart of gold...until it isn't. Ladies and gentlemen, Tucker Williams.

Matthew Tkachuk had a reputation on the ice. Everyone knew it. He knew it. He was a pest. He was an asshole who always had something to say, and he fought. None of that really translated into real life, though. Only when it came to Lauren. He had threatened, taunted, and fought anyone and everyone for the safety and respect in regards to Lauren.

Matt and Lauren had known each other since diapers, the Tkachuk and Jacobs families were neighbors, and had kids around the same age. Some would say it was fate. The diapers turned into backpacks much too large for six year old bodies, and the pair grew even closer over sticky popsicle fingers and crayons tracing their ABC's in kindergarten. Matt and Lauren were best friends. Everyone knew it, teachers, parents, other kids. Where one went, the other wasn't far behind, Lauren with a smile and Matthew with a smirk.

They each had a front row seat to all of the milestones, failures and embarrassment the other faced. Lauren remembers vividly the first time Matt kissed a girl near the swing set. Matt cried. Matt also vividly remembers the first time a boy broke up with Lauren in middle school. Lauren didn't see Matt at school for the next three days until he returned with a smirk and the boy who broke her heart reappeared with a broken nose. Always the enforcer. Always the fighter. Always the protector.

High school changed things, as it always does. They were older. Wiser. Stupider.

Matt asked Lauren out a week before homecoming of their freshman year. She wore a pink dress, and Matt wore a pink tie while they ditched the dance early and went to McDonald's. Romance quickly followed for the next four years. They loved each other with every fiber of their being, for their relationship was built upon a friendship. Their love was only stronger. If you asked Keith Tkachuk, the pair would have been married by the time they graduated. And if you asked Matt, he already had a ring picked out. Keith helped him get it. It's still tucked away in Keith's safe to keep for his son.

But, there was also hockey. The thing Matt loved almost as much as he loved Lauren. Coming from the family he did and having the dad that he did, it was only natural that he followed in his father's footsteps. Same with his younger brother, Brady. Matt was good at hockey. Really good at it. So good that he left St. Louis at 18 to play in Canada.

Lauren had a life of college in front of her and Matt had a flourishing hockey career in front of him. They were 600 miles apart. And no matter how much love they had for one another, they broke up. It was a peaceful break up, void of bitter feelings or anger. They loved each other too much.

Five years later, they were 23. Lauren was still in St. Louis working in finance, and Matt was playing hockey for the Calgary Flames. Lauren had a boyfriend, who also played hockey. A defenceman for the St. Louis Blues. Matt was single. Never brought a girl home or talked about anyone at all. Brady used to chirp him endlessly about the lack of a girlfriend or even a hookup. Yet Matt never had anything to respond with. His eyes glazed over with emotion and Brady never taunted him again.

The Missouri sun was warm on Lauren's skin as she made her way up the sidewalk to the Tkachuk front door. It was a normal day in June for everyone else, but to her, it was the first day of summer. Both of the Tkachuk brothers were finally home.

She knocked against the red door, the same door she was pictured in front of for her first day of kindergarten. The boy pictured next to her opened the door, "Lauren!"

Lauren laughed as Matt lifted her from the ground as he hugged her. She could practically feel his smile against her hair. Matt sat the brunette down when the youngest Tkachuk shoved him out of the way. Taryn Tkachuk yearned for a big sister as the only girl in her family, and Lauren was that person. The two girls hugged briefly as Matt ushered them inside.

Chantal stood in the kitchen with Lauren's mother as they prepared a salad, Keith and Lauren's father were outside grilling, the smell wafting through the air, her stomach responding in hunger. The Tkachuk house was basically an extension to the Jacobs house. While Matt and Lauren were best friends, so were their parents. Keith and Chantal bonded with Kathrine and Robert over their children's friendship, good golf, great wine, excellent food and even better conversation.

The families took turns hosting dinner for the other since their oldest children were in preschool. The families were close. So close that even after Matt and Lauren broke up, they saw each other every summer. They would vacation together, spend summer evenings in St. Louis as they drove around, usually aimlessly as they talked about everything and nothing. To someone on the outside, it would appear that Matt and Lauren never broke up. But the name flashing on Lauren's phone brought Matt back down to reality. Brady, standing behind him, noticed the text notification and the way his brother's shoulders tensed.

Matt didn't like Tucker Williams. He didn't like him before he started dating Lauren. And he really doesn't like him now. Matt knew of his own reputation. People called him a rat, a pest. He knew it and acknowledged it. But what Tucker was, Matt thought was worse. He was a goon. He was there to hurt people. That was it. At least Matt had some integrity, he protected. He never hurt without reason. But, Tucker wasn't any of those things off the ice, so Lauren loved him. And seeing Tucker Williams' name on Lauren's phone stung in a way he couldn't quite describe.

Dinner was delicious, wine was continuously being poured, and Lauren felt warm and fuzzy as the families conversed around her. She always loved being with the Tkachuk family. She would visit weekly throughout the year. It didn't matter if Matt was home or if her parents were visiting or not. She would watch trashy reality TV with Chantal, talk about the latest Flames or Senators games with Keith, and spend nights gossiping and painting fingernails with Taryn. It was home.

Matt sat to her left, Brady on her right, and both she and the younger Tkachuk noticed the quietness of the older Tkachuk. Matt talked. A lot. And now he was quiet, which was very concerning. Lauren watched as he picked up his refilled wine glass and downed it in one go. He sat it down harshly, the glass colliding with the wood table loudly. Keith glanced away from Robert to look at his oldest after the clashing of the glass and wood, finding turmoil written all over his face and his hand twitching on the table as Lauren placed her hand next to it to grab her napkin. His son was still in love. And the ring his son bought her at eighteen was still upstairs, unbeknownst to her.

Matt didn't have time to dream about finding a girl who loved his family so much, and her family loved his family so much because he already had it. It's all he ever knew since the beginning. He never had the desire to find someone to spend the rest of his life with because she sat right next to him, talking with his mom, sister, and her mom over a new restaurant that opened last week and her father was chatting to Keith and Brady about golfing next week, Taryn floating in and out of each conversation. He had it all. Everything he could ever want. Except Lauren wasn't his wife. They weren't dating. She wasn't in Calgary with him. And she was with someone else.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Lauren made her way to the backyard where Matt and Brady were setting up the fire pit. Taryn had been begging for a family night with smores, and being the youngest and only girl of the Tkachuk household, she got what she wanted.

The fire crackled in front of them as Lauren leaned back in her patio chair, shuffling her feet uncomfortably as she was still in her heels from work. Matt's hand slid down her calves to bring her legs over his lap, dropping her shoes to the ground next to his chair, his fingers working at the overworked muscles in her feet. Lauren dropped her head back as the tension slowly left her body, she felt content. Matt never broke eye contact from Brady as he spoke, like this was the most natural thing in the world for him to be doing. Like it was second nature. Chantal didn't miss the pointed look Keith gave her as he watched his son with Lauren. Kathrine didn't miss the way Robert hid a smile at his daughter with Matt.

The sky got darker, the fire had burned out, and a chill was starting to settle into the air. Lauren was asleep in her chair, legs still comfortably resting in Matt's lap, his hands draped over them, keeping her warm. She still felt fuzzy, the wine still stuck with her, making her sleepy. She awoke to find all the chairs that were previously occupied empty, her and Matt the only ones still outside with the warm coals illinating them in an orange glow.

Matt noticed she was awake, speaking softly as his thumb rubbed circles into her skin, "Your parents went home, I told them I'd drive you back. Your mom took your car so it wouldn't be sitting out overnight."

Lauren brushed her hair back, feeling the warmth in her cheeks, "Yeah, driving would not be a good idea right now."

Matt chuckled next to her, slowly dropping her legs off of him, "Get your stuff, let's get you back before you turn into a pumpkin."

Lauren rolled her eyes and laughed as she met Matt's gaze, who stood in front of her with a calloused hand outstretched, "Can't I just stay here? I'll crash in the basement."

His voice was soft, wispy at the edges and barely above a whisper, "Yeah, you can stay. You can always stay."

Matt handed her extra blankets and a pillow as Lauren pulled out the sofa bed in the basement. She knew this house like the back of her hand and had spent more nights in high school sleeping on this exact bed rather than her own bed in her own home.

She thanked Matt for the items, laying them out and sitting on the bed, picking at the skin of her thumb, "Are you going to Brunski's party tomorrow?"

Aaron Brunson, nicknamed Brunksi from peewee hockey, was an old high-school friend and an employee of the St. Louis Blues. Matt had been invited to his party last week, unsure of whether he'd be attending or not. Aaron, being a Blues employee/friend with the players and most important of all, a Blues player being a boyfriend to the girl in front of him, meant Tucker would be there. And while because of Lauren, he'd always be civil, he didn't really want to be.

Lauren looked up at him through her lashes, her cheeks still pink from the wine, and Matt crumbled. He shrugged, "Yeah, I'm going. You?"

Lauren grinned, "Awesome! Yeah, Tucker and I are going."

Matt awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, his eyes downcast, "Cool, then I'll see you there."

He turned away without another word, climbing up the stairs until Lauren's voice stopped him, "Hey, Matt?"

His hand paused on the doorknob, chest tight, "Yeah?"

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Lauren."

[writememysticfalls]

Predator (Part 2) | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: You're trapped in a room with a hallucinating Elijah. The problem? You look just like Tatia - the woman he loved, and murdered.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Petrova doppelganger!reader

Genre: Suggestive, angst

Word count: <1k

Part 1 | Part 2 ⭐️

When Elijah woke up again, his face hadn't changed, and yet he looked a thousand years younger. Like a teenager.

You were expecting Elijah to look cruel or predatory, but he looked… innocent. Like he couldn't hurt an ant.

He fiddled with his daylight ring. “Why do you ignore me, Tatia?” he said.

You crouched. It was impossible to fear this innocent boy. “I haven't ignored you, Elijah,” you said, playing along.

Elijah pulled you to him, and suddenly, his head was resting in your lap.

You were amazed. You couldn't believe a thousand-year old-vampire in a Ralph Lauren suit was lying dreamily on your thighs right now.

You toyed with his hair, and, to your shock, Elijah blushed.

As you touched him, you were hit by another vision.

-

Elijah, lying on Tatia’s lap on a riverbank. She was plaiting daisies in his long hair, giggling as she tried to make him look as girly as possible.

Elijah frowned. “Did you kiss my brother Klaus to make me jealous? Or because you really love him?

“What would you prefer?” Tatia asked.

“To make me jealous,” he said. “Because that means your heart is mine.”

“Then… I did it just for you, Elijah,” Tatia said, laughing.

She bent down and kissed his lips the wrong way around, a quick sweet imprint.

-

The vision suddenly changed.

-

Tatia, in the woods.

Elijah, now a vampire, standing before her. His boyish body had hardened into something dangerous. Predatory.

Yet, in his glistening eyes, there was still love.

-

“Run away, Tatia,” Elijah said. His back was pressed against his bedroom wall. His shirt stuck to his body with sweat. “Now. Before… I lose myself to my thirst.”

You followed his gaze on your body. At first, it had seemed that he was staring at your chest, as men often did. Then, you realised he was watching your neck.

You swept your hair over your throat.

Elijah shook his head sadly, and yet, you realised, with animal pleasure. “Oh, Tia,” he murmured. “As if that would make any difference.”

Elijah took a step towards you. “Your scent, little kitten, is mouth-watering,” he murmured. “Did you always smell so tasty?”

You spun around, and started rattling the door handle.

“Help!” you screamed, your voice breaking. “Somebody!”

You felt Elijah appear right behind you.

You became very still. Your hand slid down and fell limply by your side.

In the little mirror by the door, you saw Elijah’s eyes turn red. He took off his jacket, and began rolling up the sleeves of his rich cream shirt.

You knew you had seconds to act. Seconds before it was too late.

You kicked the door as hard as you could. You grabbed a shard of wood in her fist, and turned to face Elijah.

For a moment, realisation flashed in Elijah’s eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek.

“Y/n,” he breathed. “I tried to resist,” he said. “I want you to remember that I tried to resist.”

You lifted the stake, and Elijah gave you a tiny nod.

Then, his face twisting into an an inhuman snarl, he pounced.

And you plunged the stake deep into his heart.

--THREE DAYS LATER--

You were brushing your hair before bed when you felt Elijah appear behind you.

Adrenaline pumped through you at his presence. You forced yourself to put the hairbrush down and face him.

“I cannot express my sorrow at what I did,” Elijah said.

“It wasn't your fault,” you said. In reality, you were shaking with anger. You knew you would never be comfortable around Elijah again.

“My only defence,” he said, his eyes narrowing in kindness, “is that the Petrova doppelganger is powerful magic. Even now, you have Tatia’s rosy cheeks,” his eyes caressed her face, “Katarina’s… charm,” his eyes lingering on her body, “and something completely new.” He smiled. “You have the courage to take on an Original - and win.”

Elijah reached into his inside jacket pocket, and pulled out a sparkling pearl necklace. “An apology gift. You see, to the human eye, all pearls appear identical. But to our kind, each one is unique. Just something to think about.”

He moved forward, like he was going to put the necklace around your neck, then stopped. He laid the necklace gently on the table.

He knelt, and kissed your hand. “It was a pleasure being defeated by you, Y/n,” he said.

Then, with a gust of cold air, he was gone.

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