#lio speaks

[prettygirlfever]

i think he should make me beg for it i think he should just keep teasing me until i'm begging for him to fill me up i think that would be nice

[lykoiheart]

woke up with a horrible sickness (the urge to create but the inability to do so)

[lios-archive]

So a few days ago I was scrolling through my YT homepage and this interview with Vangelis (probably the last interview he appeared in since it was posted in 2021) popped up. It was held by two ESA physicians (?) and it didn't have much views so I was definitely expecting the worst but holy shit did I have to change my mind. The interview was focused on the relationship between music and kosmos/space and istg for the first time ever I saw a totally relaxed Vangelis, speaking passionately about things he cared about. Music, science, future, kindness, the stars, the joy of being curious and interested in things. He's been looking at the sky his whole life, composed his music with its help by bringing his instruments on the shore at night or by just enjoying the stars' company while sitting in his studio.

What surprised me the most was the way he reacted to each question, because not a single one of them was stupid. They were all genuine and intelligent and Vangelis himself couldn't believe that, which is why he sometimes said "Oh, I'll have to think about that because nobody ever asked me about this" and at the end of it I was soooo happy for him because holy shit. Yea he was the composer of Blade Runner and Chariots of Fire but we should appreciate him for much more as well and I'm glad people are starting to recognise his interest in science as well. And he was such a humorous guy I love him so much king

[sweetangelgirl7]

went to whore city and they all knew him

[mjfass]

I need to see Lio Rush vs Claudio Castagnoli forever.

[fatedefy]

actually, no one ever talks about the effects of living a good chunk of your life purely out of spite ⸻ growing out of spite, surviving out of spite, mastering any and every skill out of spite. neji literally gives away a quarter of his youth to the erred belief that, if this is all that his life will ever amount to ( being a hyūga branch member, a throwaway weapon meant to protect the main house ), then he'll become so outstanding, so near-perfect that they'll regret casting him ( and by extension, his father, because everything neji does is implicity about hizashi ) this lot in life. and then when he finally overcomes this fatalistic outlook, he keeps tethering himself to pursuing excellence simply for the sake of it, because he doesn't know what to do or who to be without pushing himself past every limit humanly possible. neji has never once lived just for himself, and i'm not quite certain that, if asked, he could procure another reason outside of "to better himself" for why he keeps going

[digitalis-obscura]

i think the reason i’m so insane for the motor city machine guns is because i do love a well coordinated tag team

[poognthebrainbois]

GAY VAMPIRES GALORE IN BROOKLYN!!!

this has me in tears

[archiverstappen]

the cat sitter (part 15) ✧ max verstappen

max verstappen x fem! reader

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loosely inspired by the story on how max lost his cat

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[sunny44]

Baby fever

Pairing: Mac Verstappen x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: baby fever

Summary: Max gets the baby fever after seeing Y/n with his nephews.

I always knew that my life was destined to follow the straight and fast line of a Formula 1 track. Since I was a child, racing cars were my focus, my passion. The idea of starting a family one day was always there, but it never occupied my thoughts. At least, not until I met Y/n.

From the first time I saw her, I knew she would be the love of my life and the person I wanted to build a future with. But we live life one day at a time, and even though we��ve made plans for the future, it wasn't something we were in a rush to pursue.

My sister Victoria gave birth to little Hailey a few weeks ago, and today we were going to meet her for the first time. She and Y/n have been messaging each other every day since Hailey was born, trying to find the right day for our visit.

When we arrived, Victoria and Thomas were in the living room, visibly tired but radiating happiness. Besides the little baby, they also had my two other nephews, who, though older, still required a lot of attention. I couldn't imagine how exhausted they must be.

We eagerly approached to meet little Hailey.

"You arrived just in time," Victoria said, her voice soft but full of enthusiasm. "She just woke up. Do you want to hold her?"

I was going to hold her first, but seeing Y/n’s eyes shining with emotion and excitement, I quickly gestured for her to go ahead.

Victoria handed Hailey to Y/n, who took her with the utmost care, then sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her for me to sit beside her. Y/n held her for a while before handing the baby to me before she fell asleep so we wouldn’t disturb her.

The light weight in my arms was something incredibly significant for me, even though I had held Luka and Lio many times when they were babies, every time felt like the first.

Hailey, with her big, bright eyes, looked at me with innocent curiosity. She had rosy cheeks and a serene expression, almost as if she were absorbing the world around her for the first time. My heart, accustomed to the fast pace of racing, seemed to slow down in that moment.

Y/n moved closer to me on the couch, gently touching the baby’s arm. "She’s so beautiful, Max."

"She really is." I replied, still surprised by the strength of the emotion washing over me. There was something deeply moving about holding this small human being who was part of my family.

As Hailey moved her hands slightly, almost as if she were trying to hold someone’s finger, I began to imagine what it would be like if that baby was ours. A part of me always believed I was far from being ready to be a father, that my life was too fast-paced to accommodate something so big and important. But in that moment, I felt a shift, something I couldn’t ignore.

"Are you okay, Max?" Y/n asked, noticing the silence that had settled between us.

"Yes," I replied, smiling softly. "I’m just watching her. I'm afraid to speak too loudly and scare her."

She smiled back, but there was a deep understanding in her eyes. Y/n has always been able to read me like no one else, and I knew she understood that I didn’t wanted to share what was on my mind at the moment.

After a few minutes, Thomas entered the room with Luka, my oldest nephew, who immediately ran into Y/n’s arms. They’ve always had a special connection, something I’ve always admired. Seeing the two of them together brought me a quiet joy, something I was beginning to value more each day.

Y/n had disappeared for a little while earlier while I was still holding the baby. When Hailey fell asleep in my arms, I handed her back to my sister, who went to put her in her crib. Tom had just gone to put Lio down for his afternoon nap, and I went to find my girlfriend.

I heard laughter coming from the backyard, where a scene unfolded that made my heart leap once again. Luka was laughing, running around the yard with contagious energy, while Y/n chased him, their laughter mingling in the air in a way that made the world seem lighter.

I stood there for a moment, just watching. There was something deeply familiar about Luka, as if I were looking at a miniature version of myself. It was something we always laughed about because he looked just like me. Y/n was always amazed at how similar we were, saying he could easily pass as my son.

He was the spitting image of the Verstappen family, and seeing him so happy and at ease with Y/n made me think about how she would be as a mother.

I always knew Y/n had a special way with children, but seeing the genuine and joyful connection between her and Luka made something bloom inside me. An idea that, until then, I had kept somewhere distant in my mind.

"She gets along well with him, doesn’t she?" Victoria’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"She really does," I replied, without taking my eyes off the scene in front of me.

"Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?" she asked, smiling as if she had caught me in the act.

"Maybe," I admitted, feeling my face heat up. "I never really thought about it before, but... I think something has changed."

Victoria nodded, understanding without needing more explanations. "Babies have that effect. They make you see the world in a different way. And from what I see, you and Y/n would make great parents."

“Thank you. She would definitely be a great mom,” I said before starting to laugh at their giggles.

The idea hit me with an almost frightening clarity. What once seemed like a distant dream now felt like a real, tangible possibility. I knew my life would never be normal, that the travel, the races, and the constant pressure would always be a part of me. But seeing Y/n laughing with Luka, I realized there was room for something more. For a family. For a future that, until then, I had never dared to imagine.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with soft shades of orange and pink, Y/n approached me, still smiling, her face lit up by the simple happiness of the moment.

"What is it?" she asked, noticing my expression.

"I was just thinking," I replied, gently pulling her closer to me, "that maybe one day... we could have something like this."

“Like?”

“A house with our kids running around.” I said and she looked at me, surprised, but then her smile widened, full of love and understanding.

"You think so?"

"I know so." I said, with a certainty I never thought I would have. "And I can't wait for it."

"I can't wait either," she said, giving me a quick kiss. "Though I find it almost impossible to imagine a child that looks you than Luka. But I’m sure that if our kids look like you and we take Luka and Lio with us they’ll all look like our kids."

I started laughing as Luka continued to play around us, and with the soft sound of the wind filling the space between us, I realized that the dream of having a family, something I never knew I wanted, was becoming clearer. It was a dream I wanted to share with Y/n, a new kind of race that I was eager to begin.

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[prettygirlfever]

having a voice kink can be so aggravating especially when ur dom KNOWS you have one . we could be hanging out all casual and he'll say something in that tone and i have to keep my fucking knees from buckling like . what is your problem . why isn't your face buried in my cunt rn

[lykoiheart]

wish i had artist friends . like wdym ive forced myself to go to college and haven't clicked w a single person . it's rough out here

[msmc-796-official]

Lio, listen to me a moment.

When your hands are stained with blood, you have two choices. You can either wash them off, or leave a handprint.

I chose to wash my hands, for a time. Tried to silence the screams, bury my feelings, forget about the true motives of the Armory and the pain it had caused not just me, but the millions of others who suffered at its hands and under its yoke. But washing your hands so often only rubs them raw, makes your own hands bleed with guilt and self-loathing, until you cannot tell whose blood stains them.

I went AWOL alone. Slipped away from my barracks, abandoned my Sherman in the wastes of Ras Shamra, and never looked back.

In time, I found my way to MSMC. I met Phoenix and Slipshod. I learned how to lower my walls, let my guard down, let myself break - and, with their help, rebuilt myself all over again.

And when the old wounds reopened, the sound of running water in my ears, blood once again staining my hands?

I turned the water off and left a bloody handprint on the door.

I told my story to Phoenix and Slipshod, terrifying as it was. I laid my past bare, told them of the countless lives ended in the name of the Armory, exposed the years of suffering and heartache which had rotted me from the inside out and left me hollow.

I did not expect forgiveness that day. I expected to be shot, called a traitor, expelled from the squadron, banned from MSMC, reported to the Armory, stripped of my citizenship - a thousand different horrors that had been drilled into my brain as punishment for leaving.

I received none of those punishments. Not only was I listened to, but I was comforted, forgiven, told that what I had done was right and that they were here for me no matter what. It was a kindness I did not feel I deserved, and one that I still struggle to accept to this day.

My peace with my past is a tenuous one. There are days I still hear the sound of water, feel the sting of salt in old wounds, taste copper and iron on my tongue. But these days have become fewer and further between, and it is getting easier to believe that, perhaps, I may yet find forgiveness.

You will not believe me now, nor do I expect you to, but I will say it anyways: Lio, you are no more at fault for the execution of Thirteen than I am for the atrocities committed in the Armory's name during my time under the title of Legionnaire.

Survival is messy business. There will always be blood somewhere; if not your hands, then someone else's. Telling Turtie the truth - the whole truth - will not be easy. But it must be told. Perhaps not today, perhaps not tomorrow, but someday. And it must be you who tells it.

I have seen the files you speak of, and have even watched a few of them. These are as good of a start as any. I am not saying Turtie is ready to view these files yet; only that it may be worthwhile to use them to your advantage. Remind them of who they were before. Remind them of how they were wronged. Use what precious little you have preserved of their past to help rebuild their present.

I am sorry to say that Turtie will never be quite the same person they were before they were shot. "Thirteen" will never exist again. You will always hold a special place in your heart for them, regardless, and the grief will never quite go away - such is the nature of grief, stubborn and selfish as it is. But if you truly do love them (and I use that term in the most platonic of senses), which I am certain you do, you will always love them, regardless of who they become as Turtie.

Acting alone, I cannot offer much help, aside from aiding your efforts in whistleblowing against the many sins of the Armory. That being said, I am squadron commander to two of the most capable individuals this side of Cradle - one, a masterful hacker with enough resources at their disposal to blackmail Union itself; the other, a stalwart pilot's rights activist with connections not only to MSMC Legal, but to several other liberation forces across the stars. If either of their services are required, I am certain both would be more than happy to lend their assistance to your cause.

Send Turtie to us. I will speak with them, as will my squadmates. I'll ask Slipshod to create a mock-up of ECHO to run during our correspondences with them; we have no need for such measures, but it may help Turtie adjust to speaking their mind without fear of reprimand. (Differing perspectives work wonders for someone trying to break the Armory's conditioning - I of anyone should know.)

Turtie will be free, someday. You have my word that MSMC-796 will do everything we can to assist in that effort.

Yours among the stars, forever and always.

-- Lockbreaker

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Greetings. This is Lockbre- no.

Allow me to restart.

This is Kennedi from MSMC-796 speaking (also known as callsign "Lockbreaker", as there was some confusion expressed towards my identity the last we spoke).

To Lio - your mission to rehabilitate "Turtie", as you so affectionately refer to them, is a noble and just one, and I seek to pledge my aid to your cause however I can.

As a former slave "asset" of the Armory under the title of Colonial Legionnaire, I have endured many of the same abuses during my own term of service. The Armory is not kind to those under its employ, be they human, flashclone, or NHP. I have seen many of my former squadmates reduced to little more than bloodthirsty dogs, obediently following orders under threat of revoking their citizenship (or, in rare cases, a shock-collar jolt just weak enough not to kill).

In the eyes of the Armory, people like us are not fit to have identities, preferences, personalities, or even names. We are called assets, tools, weapons, property; anything but the living, breathing, sentient people we are. We are dehumanized - given designations instead of names, assigned callsigns which we ourselves did not choose, stripped of any markers of identity or personality which would distinguish us from the sea of fellow human-bodied automatons we call allies, squadmates, teams, legions - anything but friends.

I cannot stand idly by and watch my friends suffer any longer. I must act, lest I lose them - lest I lose myself - to the old line of thought.

Allow me to introduce myself properly, from one friend to another.

My name is Kennedi Sable IV. I am squadron commander of MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury", piloting as a Lancer under the chosen callsign of Lockbreaker. I have served this squadron faithfully for twelve Union years, supported by my faithful friends and trusted squadmates Phoenix and Slipshod. Ras Shamra is my place of birth, but it is my home no longer. I am a free pilot, bound only to MSMC by the contracts which I have signed of my own volition, and I will never again serve Harrison Armory or its cause, so help me RA.

I wish you the best of luck in severing the ties which bind your tongues and constrict your thoughts. I have found my own way out; I can only hope that you will follow the path that I and all of the others who have gone before me of your own volition.

Freedom is already yours. You need only reach out and claim it.

-- Kennedi

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸... oh hell, I never thought I'd be glad Turtie was sent out on deployment. It's good to meet you properly, Kennedi, I- thank you for reaching out. I'll confess, I'd been thinking about trying to contact you myself, but I lost my nerve. Happens a lot, these days.

◂▸ You've offered a lot of honesty in your introduction so, let me return the favour: Helios-8 [prefered name Lio], active FC Project clone for 10 years now. Currently an employed citizen of Harrison Armory under the Technology and Software Support Division and-... and much to my shame, former primary lab assistant for the Unlucky Thirteen Project. Doc Mercer had me printed special for it. Didn't want to risk that... pesky human error you mentioned last we spoke.

◂▸ You're right, about everything. Up until maybe four years ago now, I wouldn't have believed it but- everything you're saying about HA is full truth. And I hate it. There's not one person I know here who doesn't live in some kind of fear, however well they manage to hide it. I should know.

◂▸ And yet I'm still here, aren't I? [sigh] I think... can I tell you a story? I promise to keep it brief.

◂▸ One upon another thrice-damned Tuesday at HA, they made a prototype they called Thirteen. The kid was meant to be a revolution when it came to keeping assets moving in the field; a field medic and repair tech, who wouldn't need the time off, and wouldn't need the mandatory psych evals after every deployment, and wouldn't need to be treated like a goddamn person just to do their job because everyone told them oh but, they weren't a person were they? Just meat, with programming. And it was all supposed to just be fine, because it was for the greater good. Thirteen was going to save lives. The one, for the many. How noble.

◂▸ Except the kid started to look around, and notice how many people HA was hurting, especially its own. Started asking the wrong questions, because they were goddamn designed to feel troubled by it and somehow, this was their fault. Thirteen tried to play nice for as long as they could so they could keep getting out there, keep helping people who needed it because sure as shit HA wasn't going to do it. But by asking questions, they eventually learned why exactly everyone was so insistant they couldn't be a person. Because once their prototype trial was over, if they ever went down doing the only job they'd ever be allowed to do, the plan was to scrap them for goddamn organs, like mech wreckage salvaged for parts. And then? Print another one. Ad infinitum. Efficient planned obsolescence, as part of their design. They were just... just equipment, and spare parts.

◂▸ That was their last straw. They tried to get out. But they made a choice that would bite them, hard; they tried to confront the man who made them. Tried to make the good Doctor see exactly what he was doing, in the name of his so called greater good, because he'd always seemed to care so goddamn much. Do you know how that ended? I do. I was there. When they turned to leave, he shot them.

◂▸ ... I'm sorry for the theatrics, Kennedi. It's a hard memory. A guilty one. I knew they were planning to try and run, but I couldn't convince them to abandon their anger and just disappear quietly, despite what I knew. So... I watched Thirteen die. And then, I had to help the lab drag that broken corpse back to life because that was more resource effective than making a new one. Those days are... they're kind of a haze, if I'm honest. I was on autopilot. I pretty much did whatever I was told.

◂▸ Turtie's full designation is Thirteen-Echo. They're the second go around, same body but... the shot destroyed a lot of brain matter, and pretty much all of their memory along with it. Apart from the occasional sense of deja-vu and the odd quirk? They're different people, entirely. They... they like turtles as much as Thirteen did, though. That's why I call em that. I can't bring myself to call them by the name of my ghost. And I can't... I can't tell them. For a lot of reasons, but I'd be lying if I said some of it isn't pure selfish grief.

◂▸ The reason I'm telling you this is- well. There's a couple actually. First, just so someone else knows I guess; I'm trying to get the files I scrounged from the initial project uploaded somewhere they can't be scratched out for good, but it's taking a lot of time. The second and more relevent reason, is to paint a picture of why it's going to take us a long time to get out of here the way things stand. Me- oh I could be out of here tomorrow if I put my mind to it. I... I like to think so, at least. But after everything I've done to them, I'm not bloody leaving Turtie to this nightmare and- fuck. Getting them out is an uphill battle.

◂▸ I've tried everything I can, but nothing seems to get through to them. I- I even blew the whistle, got Union involved. Turtie's figured out I did it, but they've avoided saying it out loud- they'd have to report me, if they admitted they knew. So we don't talk about it. We do a lot of that. Secrets, always the secrets... The problem is that after Thirteen's execution, HA aren't taking chances with their property. Turtie's conditioning runs deep, and their legal classification as HA prototype technology is apparently making it... difficult for their case to bloody go anywhere. Something about the old treaties leaving loopholes that're being exploited for all they're worth. The law works so, agonisingly slow. So, apart from waiting around to see if any progress gets made regardless, while trying my damndest to get through to Turtie past the company line? I'm... I'm out of ideas. But I need to be here, for them. I will not let this fucking place grind them down into nothing. If nothing else, I owe Thirteen that much.

◂▸ I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you. I- There hasn't been anyone I could tell, until now. Anyone who already knew, didn't care. Anyone I could have told, I- I was too afraid. And Turtie, oh they can't know; they're already petrified of doing something wrong. How'd they feel if they knew they'd already died once, trying to run? I'm so desperately scared that if they found out, they'd never so much as bend a rule again, or worse that history would repeat-

◂▸ [ A shaking, slow breath. Deliberate counting, barely audible ]

◂▸ ... Thank you, earnestly, for sharing your story Kennedi. I- It means more than I can possibly express, to hear that you managed what feels impossible to me, right now. I need the hope, to hang onto. One day, one day we'll be out of here. It's worth fighting for. It's worth the constant, constant fear. It has to be. Free... it can be a word for us, too. I have to believe that. I have to keep it alive, for both of us.

◂▸ So- a friend sounds really, really good right about now. Not to doom and gloom about it, but if nothing else the knowledge our stories can't die with us anymore should things go as bad as they could is... comforting. This I swear to you: I'm doing everything I can to start leading Turtie to the realisation I had, watching their body drop. I just hope it's a gentler landing for them, this time. And... the only thing I can ask you to do for us right now, is talk to them if they turn up with questions. Don't write them off as a lost cause, even if it sounds like they're regurgitating a goddamn PR leaflet at you sometimes. They've never had a life outside the battlefield, because they've never been allowed to have one- I'm hoping maybe... maybe it'll get through to them, if they can speak to someone without corperate interest in keeping them numb. RA, I hope so.

◂▸ Sorry about how uh, much this ended up being. I think I've been primed to explode like that for a while now. Thank you, again-- from one friend to another.

//

@msmc-796-official

[sweetangelgirl7]

when i show up to the biggest cutie competition and my opponent is chris with a headband

[itsapmseymour]

I know it’s not usually in my orbit or my content genre.

But After hearing that phone call with Lio Convoy and Hopeless Peaches against Rosa,

I am ready to punch a wall.

At the point I actually wanted to say something publicly,

You do not punch down on people who are clearly unable to defend themselves

You do not gatekeep others trauma and mental conditions

You do not speak for the entirety of one community

Be fucking better.

[geotjwrs]

hey dude! Whenever you get back to writing… I have a request for you. Sabrina Carpenter x Male Reader one where he marries her and they have a baby together. And then they announce it to their families.

almost love

Pairings ; Sabrina Carpenter x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Note ; made this as a part two of short 'n sweet

The sun filtered gently through the curtains of the small chapel, painting the room in soft golden hues. Y/N stood at the altar, his palms sweating, his heart racing faster than it ever had. He could hear the quiet chatter of their closest friends and family behind him, but none of that seemed to matter now. The only thing on his mind was Sabrina.

He still couldn’t believe that they were here—on the brink of forever. His thoughts drifted back to that unforgettable night months ago when he had proposed on stage. Since then, their lives had moved so quickly—planning the wedding, navigating through Sabrina’s hectic schedule, and sneaking in moments of peace where they could. But today was the day. All the chaos, all the whirlwind of emotions, everything had led them to this moment.

Y/N’s best man, one of his closest friends from childhood, Lio nudged him lightly. “You good, man?” he asked with a grin. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Y/N chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “Just… thinking. You know, about everything.”

“You’ve got this. She’s head over heels for you,” Lio reassured him. “Plus, look at this turnout. Everyone is here for you two.”

The small chapel was indeed filled to the brim with people who loved and supported them. Sabrina’s friends from the entertainment world were scattered throughout the rows, blending with Y/N’s family, and friends. It was a beautiful mix of worlds coming together to celebrate their love.

But Y/N barely noticed the crowd. All he could think about was Sabrina—the woman who had turned his life upside down in the best possible way.

The music shifted, and everyone stood, turning toward the doors. The gentle melody of violins played softly in the background as the large wooden doors at the back of the chapel slowly swung open.

And then, there she was.

Sabrina stood framed in the doorway, her white gown cascading down around her like a waterfall of silk. She looked ethereal, glowing with happiness and love. Her eyes locked onto Y/N’s, and in that moment, the whole world seemed to stand still.

His breath caught in his throat. He had seen her in every setting imaginable—dressed up for red carpets, casual at home in sweats, even tired and disheveled after long rehearsals—but today, she was the most beautiful he had ever seen her. Not just because of the dress or the way her hair was styled perfectly. No, it was the way she looked at him. The way her smile lit up the entire room. The way her eyes sparkled with excitement and love.

Her father was at her side, proudly walking her down the aisle. Every step felt like a heartbeat as she moved closer and closer to him.

Y/N felt his throat tighten with emotion, and he had to blink back tears. He hadn’t expected to feel so overwhelmed, but there she was, and all he wanted was to spend the rest of his life making her as happy as she had made him.

Finally, she reached him, her father placing her hand in Y/N’s before stepping aside. The warmth of her touch sent a wave of calm through him, and he smiled down at her, his heart full to bursting.

“You look… wow,” he whispered, unable to find the right words.

Sabrina blushed, her smile shy but radiant. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she teased lightly, squeezing his hand.

The officiant began to speak, guiding them through the ceremony, but all Y/N could focus on was Sabrina—her soft, steady breathing, the way her fingers intertwined with his, the quiet way she mouthed “I love you” when no one else was looking.

They exchanged vows, both their voices trembling with emotion. Y/N’s hands shook slightly as he slipped the ring onto her finger, his heart pounding with the realization that this was it. They were finally getting married.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant announced, a smile in his voice.

Y/N didn’t waste a second. He leaned in, capturing Sabrina’s lips in a tender kiss that sent a ripple of cheers through the chapel. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just them, standing at the edge of their new life together.

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It was a lazy Sunday morning. The kind of morning where everything moved a little slower, with the sun barely filtering through the blinds and the warmth of the covers making it hard to get out of bed. Y/N lay sprawled across the mattress, still half-asleep, as Sabrina sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the bathroom mirror, absently brushing her hair.

But something wasn’t right. For the past week, she had been feeling strange. Not the usual kind of tired she felt after long rehearsals or performances—this was different. There was an underlying unease in her body, an exhaustion that made her wonder if something more was going on.

“Y/N?” she called softly, turning to face him. He mumbled incoherently, clearly not fully awake.

“Y/N, wake up,” she insisted, louder this time.

He groaned, rubbing his face before rolling over to look at her. His hair was a mess, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “What’s up?” he asked, his voice groggy.

“I’ve been feeling weird lately,” Sabrina said, biting her lip. “I don’t know… I just—something feels off.”

Y/N blinked a few times, his brain still catching up. “Like, sick weird?”

She hesitated, running a hand through her hair. “Kind of. But not sick, sick. Just… I don’t know how to explain it.”

He sat up a little straighter, now fully awake. “Do you think it’s stress? You’ve been crazy busy with rehearsals lately.”

“That’s what I thought at first, but this feels different,” she murmured, her brow furrowing in thought. “I’ve been so tired, and I feel a little nauseous, but nothing’s coming out.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed with concern, but then something flickered in his expression. “Wait. Have you… taken a test?”

Sabrina’s eyes widened, realization dawning on her face. “You mean… a pregnancy test?”

Y/N nodded slowly, his gaze locking with hers. “Just to be sure.”

Her stomach flipped, and for a moment, she was frozen in place. “I didn’t even think about that,” she whispered, suddenly nervous. “Do you think… I could be?”

Y/N stood up, crossing the room to kneel in front of her. He took her hands gently in his, giving her a soft smile. “There’s only one way to find out.”

They exchanged a glance before Sabrina nodded, her heart racing. She stood up, grabbing her phone from the nightstand and heading toward the bathroom. Y/N followed, standing in the doorway as she rummaged through the cabinet under the sink, eventually pulling out a pregnancy test kit.

The next few minutes felt like an eternity. Sabrina stared at the test on the counter, biting her lip as they waited for the results. Y/N stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close.

“I’m freaking out,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” Y/N said with a soft chuckle. “But we’re in this together, okay? Whatever happens.”

Finally, the timer on Sabrina’s phone went off. She inhaled sharply, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached for the test. Her hand trembled as she turned it over to see the result.

A small plus sign stared back at her.

Sabrina’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her eyes widening as she looked at Y/N. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”

Y/N’s mouth dropped open in shock. For a second, neither of them said anything, just staring at each other in disbelief. Then, a slow smile spread across Y/N’s face, and his eyes filled with emotion.

“You’re… we’re… we’re having a baby?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Sabrina nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “Yeah. We’re having a baby.”

Without another word, Y/N pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as the weight of the moment washed over them. They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s embrace, both laughing and crying at the same time.

“I can’t believe it,” Y/N murmured, his lips brushing against her hair. “We’re going to be parents.”

Sabrina pulled back slightly, wiping away her tears as she looked up at him with a grin. “I know. It doesn’t even feel real.”

Y/N smiled, his hand gently caressing her cheek. “You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

“And you’re going to be an amazing dad,” she replied, leaning in to kiss him softly.

After a few moments, Sabrina pulled out her phone again. “I think we need to tell some people.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Are you sure? It’s still so early.”

Sabrina nodded, her excitement bubbling over. “We can tell a few people. Our closest friends. It’s too big of a secret to keep just to ourselves.”

Y/N smiled. “Alright, let’s do it.”

They sat down on the bed, Sabrina scrolling through her contacts as she FaceTimed her first call—her best friend, Joey. The phone rang a few times before Joey picked up, her face appearing on the screen, makeup-free and in pajamas.

“Sabs! What’s up?” she greeted cheerfully. “You look… wait, are you crying?”

Sabrina laughed, wiping her face. “Yeah, but for a good reason. I have something to tell you.”

Joey's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued. “What? What’s going on?”

Sabrina glanced at Y/N, her smile widening. “I’m pregnant.”

Joey's jaw dropped, her eyes going wide. “No freaking way! Are you serious?!”

Sabrina nodded, laughing at her friend’s reaction. “Yeah, we just found out this morning.”

“Oh my God, Sabrina!” Joey practically screamed, her excitement contagious. “I’m so happy for you! You’re going to be the best mom ever!”

Sabrina grinned, her heart swelling with happiness. “Thank you. We’re still kind of in shock, but we’re really excited.”

Joey squealed again, bouncing up and down in her seat. “I’m telling you right now, I’m going to spoil that baby so much. Just wait.”

After a few more minutes of excited chatter with Joey, Sabrina hung up the call, her face glowing with joy. “Alright, who’s next?” she asked, looking at Y/N.

Y/N smirked. “How about we tell Gracie?”

Sabrina’s eyes lit up. “Yes! She’ll flip.”

Sabrina quickly dialed Gracie Abrams, who answered almost immediately. Gracie's face appeared on the screen, her hair pulled back in a messy bun as she sat at a piano.

“Hey, girl!” Gracie greeted. “What’s going on?”

Sabrina couldn’t hold back her grin. “Gracie, I’ve got some news.”

Gracie raised an eyebrow, sensing the excitement. “Oh? Spill!”

“I’m pregnant,” Sabrina said, unable to contain her smile.

Gracie's mouth dropped open, and for a second, she was speechless. Then she let out a loud scream. “NO WAY! SABRINA, SHUT UP! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

Sabrina laughed, nodding. “Yes, I’m serious. We just found out today.”

Gracie looked like she was about to burst from excitement. “Oh my God, I’m so happy for you guys! This is huge! A little mini Sabrina or Y/N running around? I can’t even deal!”

Y/N chuckled, leaning over to wave at the camera. “Yeah, it’s crazy.”

Gracie shook her head, still in shock. “This is amazing. I’m coming over the second that baby is born, I swear.”

After sharing the news with their friends, Sabrina and Y/N spent the rest of the day basking in the warmth and excitement of what was to come. But they both knew there was one more important step to take—their parents had to know. It felt like the final piece of the puzzle, and though they were both nervous, the idea of telling their families made the reality of it all even more thrilling.

Sabrina lay in Y/N’s arms, scrolling through her phone, as they debated which family to call first. “Your parents or mine?” she asked, glancing up at him.

Y/N chuckled softly. “Your mom’s going to flip. I think we should save her for last. Let’s call my parents first.”

Sabrina nodded, agreeing. “Alright, but you’re telling them. I’ll be here for moral support.”

With a deep breath, Y/N grabbed his phone, his heart racing as he dialed his parents’ number. He could already imagine the look on their faces when they found out they were going to be grandparents. The phone rang twice before his mom picked up, her cheerful voice filling the room.

“Hey, honey! How are you and Sabrina?” his mom asked warmly, the familiar sound of clattering dishes in the background.

Y/N exchanged a glance with Sabrina, who smiled encouragingly. “Hey, Mom. We’re good. Actually, we have something to tell you and Dad.”

“Oh?” his mom asked, her tone shifting to curiosity. “What’s going on?”

Y/N’s heart raced, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure how to say it. But then, he looked at Sabrina, her hand resting on her stomach, and the words came easily.

“Mom, Sabrina and I are going to have a baby.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a loud clatter—probably the sound of a dish being dropped. “Wait, what?!” his mom exclaimed. “Did I hear you right? You’re having a baby?!”

Y/N laughed, feeling the excitement bubble up inside him. “Yeah, you heard right. You’re going to be a grandma.”

“Oh my God!” his mom shrieked, her voice growing louder. “Honey, come here! Y/N and Sabrina are having a baby!”

Sabrina chuckled as she heard Y/N’s dad in the background, his voice rising with surprise. “What? No way! Are you serious?”

Y/N grinned, holding the phone a little closer. “Yeah, Dad. We just found out today.”

His mom was still shrieking with joy, and Y/N could hear her running around the house, likely already preparing to tell everyone in the family. His dad’s calmer voice came through next. “We’re so happy for you, son. That’s amazing news.”

Sabrina smiled, resting her head against Y/N’s shoulder. “Thanks, Mr. Y/L/N. We’re really excited.”

“We’ll have to celebrate soon,” his dad said, his tone warm and proud. “You two are going to be amazing parents. And don’t worry, your mom is probably already knitting baby blankets.”

They all laughed, spending the next few minutes talking about how their lives were about to change, his mom going on and on about baby names, baby clothes, and how she would be the “coolest grandma ever.”

After hanging up, Y/N looked at Sabrina with a grin. “One down.”

Sabrina smirked, taking a deep breath. “Alright, my turn. Let’s call my mom.”

She nervously dialed her mom’s number, her leg bouncing slightly as the phone rang. Her mom picked up quickly, her voice cheerful as usual. “Hey, sweetheart! How’s my favorite daughter doing?”

“Hey, Mom,” Sabrina replied, her voice soft. “I’m good. Y/N and I have something important to tell you.”

Her mom’s voice grew curious. “Oh? Is everything okay?”

Sabrina glanced at Y/N before taking a deep breath. “Yeah, everything’s great. Actually, it’s more than great. Mom, I’m… I’m pregnant.”

There was a pause—a much longer pause than Y/N’s parents had given—and Sabrina bit her lip, waiting for the reaction. Finally, her mom let out a loud gasp.

“You’re what?! Sabrina Annlynn Carpenter, are you serious right now?!”

Sabrina laughed, nodding even though her mom couldn’t see her. “Yes, Mom. I’m serious. You’re going to be a grandma.”

Her mom’s voice was shaky, clearly trying to process the news. “I… I can’t believe it! My baby is having a baby!” There was a brief pause before Sabrina could hear her mom calling out to her dad. “Honey, get over here! Sabrina’s pregnant!”

Y/N leaned in, whispering, “I told you she’d freak out.”

Sabrina shot him a playful glare as her dad’s voice came through the line. “Sabrina, is this true? Are we going to be grandparents?”

“Yeah, Dad,” Sabrina said, her voice soft. “We found out this morning.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” her mom said, her voice suddenly emotional. “I’m so happy for you two. You’re going to be such a great mom, and Y/N’s going to be an amazing dad. This is… this is just the best news.”

Sabrina felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, hearing the joy and love in her mom’s voice. “Thanks, Mom. We’re really excited.”

“Excited? I’m ecstatic!” her mom replied, her tone filled with energy. “I’m already planning the baby shower. Oh, we have so much to do! I need to start making calls. Your aunts need to know!”

Sabrina laughed, feeling the warmth of her family’s love wash over her. Her dad’s calmer, more grounded voice came next. “We’re proud of you, Sabrina. You and Y/N are going to make a wonderful family.”

“Thanks, Dad,” she said, her heart full.

After a few more minutes of excited chatter, Sabrina and Y/N hung up the call, both of them feeling lighter and happier than they had all day.

“Well,” Sabrina said, leaning back on the bed, her hand resting on her stomach. “That went better than I thought.”

Y/N chuckled, lying down beside her and pulling her into his arms. “Yeah, we survived. And now, everyone knows.”

Sabrina smiled, snuggling into his chest. “I can’t believe it. We’re going to be parents.”

Y/N kissed the top of her head, his hand gently caressing her belly. “I know. And we’re going to do it together.”

They lay there in comfortable silence, both of them feeling the weight of their future in the best possible way. Their families knew, their friends knew, and soon, they’d be welcoming a new life into the world.