#norwegian football

[lotusyiyen]

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Bikini 👙 ⛱️

Ingrid Engen x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗, comfort 🫂💕

summary :

During your well deserved vacation, Ingrid finds you struggling with your bikini.

You had been in the bathroom for what felt like an eternity, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting and readjusting the straps of your new bikini. It was supposed to be a fun, carefree beach day, but all you could think about was how uncomfortable you felt in the swimsuit.

The bikini was a lovely shade of coral, a color you usually adored, but right now, every time you caught your reflection, all you could see were the things you wished were different. You pulled at the straps, tried smoothing the fabric, and adjusted the bottoms, but no matter what you did, it didn’t seem right. You sighed, frustration and insecurity swirling in your chest, and you wondered if you should just change into something else — anything else.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the soft knock on the bathroom door. Ingrid had been waiting outside, getting more concerned with every passing minute. When you didn’t respond, she slowly pushed the door open, peeking inside.

“Hey…” she said softly, her voice gentle. You jumped a little, not expecting to see her there, and quickly tried to cover yourself with a towel. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. “I was just worried. You’ve been in here a while. Everything okay?”

You forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, though your voice wavered. “Just… trying to get this stupid thing to fit right.”

Ingrid’s eyes softened as she saw you tugging at the bikini straps again, clearly not happy with how it looked. She took a few steps closer, her gaze gentle and full of concern. “You’ve been adjusting it for a while now,” she said softly. “Is it really about the fit, or… is there something else going on?”

You hesitated, looking down at your hands instead of meeting her eyes. “I just… I don’t feel good in it,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I’d be okay, but now that I’m wearing it, I feel… exposed. And I know everyone’s going to be looking, and I don’t want them to see me like this.”

Ingrid was quiet for a moment, letting your words sink in. Then she reached out, gently taking your hands in hers, guiding them away from the bikini straps. “Hey,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Look at me.”

You slowly lifted your eyes to meet hers, feeling a little vulnerable. Ingrid’s expression was so kind, so understanding, that it almost made you want to cry. “I’m sorry you’re feeling this way,” she said. “But I need you to know that when I look at you, I see someone beautiful. Not just because of how you look, but because of who you are.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears. “But what if other people don’t see that?” you whispered. “What if they just see… everything I don’t like?”

Ingrid’s heart ached at how hard you were being on yourself. She gently guided you to turn around and face the mirror, standing behind you so you could see both of your reflections. “I know it’s hard to see yourself the way I see you,” she said, resting her hands on your shoulders, her touch light and comforting. “But I’m going to try, okay?”

She slowly slid her hands down your arms, squeezing them gently. “I see someone strong, who’s been through so much and is still here, trying. I see someone with a kind heart, who lights up my day just by smiling. I see you, and you’re more than enough, exactly as you are.”

You felt a tear escape, rolling down your cheek, and Ingrid caught it with her thumb, wiping it away. “It’s okay to feel insecure,” she said softly. “We all do sometimes. But I wish you could see how gorgeous you look right now. This bikini, it suits you so well. It’s bright, and warm, and confident — just like you.”

You wanted to believe her, but there was still that lingering doubt. “But what if I don’t feel confident?” you asked, your voice shaky.

Ingrid smiled gently, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Then let me be confident for both of us,” she said. “Let me show you off, not because I want people to see how beautiful you are, but because I want you to feel it. Because you deserve to feel good about yourself, whether you’re in a bikini or pajamas or anything else.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of her words wrap around you like a comforting hug. “What if I still feel nervous?” you asked, glancing at her in the mirror.

“Then we’ll take it slow,” she said, her hands still resting on your shoulders. “We’ll go out there together, and if at any point you want to come back and change, we can. No pressure. But I’d love to see you out there, just being you, even for a little while.”

You hesitated, but then you nodded, feeling a little bit of courage bubbling up from the way she was looking at you. “Okay,” you said softly. “I’ll try.”

Ingrid’s face lit up with a bright, encouraging smile. “That’s my girl,” she said, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “And hey, if anyone dares to look at you the wrong way, they’ll have to deal with me.”

You laughed, the tension in your chest loosening just a bit. “You’d fight someone for me?”

“In a heartbeat,” she said, completely serious, and you could tell she meant it. “But I’m hoping all they see is how lucky I am to be with you.”

She took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Ready?” she asked, her eyes searching yours.

You took a moment, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time. Maybe you didn’t see everything Ingrid saw, but you could see her standing there beside you, her eyes full of love and pride. And that made you feel just a little bit braver.

“Yeah,” you said finally, nodding. “I’m ready.”

Ingrid’s smile was radiant as she led you out of the bathroom, your hand still in hers. And as you stepped out into the sun, feeling the warmth on your skin and the gentle breeze, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could start seeing yourself through her eyes — one small, brave step at a time.

[alexiasleftoversalmon]

Ingrid’s hands.

Ok that’s it 😮‍💨🥵🫠

[carebearcody]

look. scotland stopped isr*el from going to the euros and dunked on haaland’s head. i’m annoyed at them but proud at the same time

[ttzjune]

Charles Leclerc x Reader Fanfiction

Social media + normal (faceclaim: @millieleer on ig)

Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 (coming soon gonna be linked here and the Masterlist)

Liked by gigihadid, bellahadid and 267.372 others

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user1: Love the fit!

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user2: My god, i love your voice omg!

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-> user3: you look like you have the voice of an 12 year old, but your voice sounds like a 50 year old grown ass man who smokes

-> yourusername: oh yeah, and youre totally one to talk (;

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liked by bellahadid, odegaard.98, yourmomsinsta and 293.736 others

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odegaard.98: could've stayed away junior

-> yourusername: stfu, you're younger!

-> odegaard.98: BY 8 MONTHS OR SOMETHING

-> yourusername: still younger junior!

user1: damn you're smoking!

user2: kinda slutty ngl

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liked by bellahadid,odegaard.98, erling.haaland and 473.121 others

yourusername: i faceplanted right after the first picture!

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-> mancity: ouch and here we thought you loved us

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[doinggreat]

ERLING HAALAND Manchester City - Newcastle United | Premier League (March 4th, 2023)

[royalchildreneurope]

Crown Prince Haakon of Norway and Prince Sverre Magnus of Norway attend the annual Friendship Football match, at Skaugum in Oslo, Norway -May 29th 2024.

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[chelseajackarmy]

The GuRoar

[ifindus]

Back with some more Norwegian Regions! ✨

Molde football club had a match against German Bayer Leverkusen in the Europa League last week. Norwegian football teams ending up in group play in Europa League is pretty big and many national newspapers will say that we need to band together as a nation and support the teams that make it. However, everyone hates Molde - especially people from Trøndelag.

So, when I, my German friend who is a fan of Leverkusen, and another friend of us drove to Molde to watch the game, we all rooted for Leverkusen. My friend was a little unsure whether if they should wear their Leverkusen shirt or not - meanwhile I clearly wore the colours of Rosenborg (Trøndelag's football team) and our friend wore Bodø/Glimt (Northern-Norway's best football team) colours and merch.

Shout-out to my friend who said: "this is the beginning of a bad joke; a german, a trønder, and a northerner walk into a Molde game, and all of them support the germans".

[wallpapers4screen]

[goonersaurus]

oh. and i watched footy with a norwegian arsenal fan on saturday. the name odegaard means literally “empty farm”, comes from the time after the plague when many norwegian farms were abandoned. and then those who reoccupied them took the name odegaard. sth like that. new information for me 🤔

[meowmeowmessi]

Please don't speak Haaland breaking Leo's 91 goal record into existence 😭 nothing against him but it kind of doesn't sit right with me??? Don't know if you know how I mean it

no worries anon as the president of messi fc pep'll kneecap him the moment he reaches 90 goals and he'll be out for two whole seasons #trust

[higherentity]

[royalchildreneurope]

Prince Sverre Magnus of Norway attends the annual Friendship Football match, at Skaugum in Oslo, Norway -May 29th 2024.

[uniqrenders]