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sukisheadlights · 5 months

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MAKE ME STAY!

landonorris x famous!oc

summary: where she sends the Internet into a slow spiral after releasing a song out of the blue (except it’s not out of the blue, it’s papaya)

part 1: make me stay, series masterlist

faceclaim: dua lipa 🫶

rory’s voice mail 🎧: PART 1! hope you guys like this, it’s obviously going to be a slow burn but I’m really excited to write it for y’all <3 ALSO the first two chapters are gonna be a little slow to set up the story and a strong base for it 😚 LOVE YOU SAY IT BACK

@TMZ • 2 hours ago

Exclusive: F1 phenom Lando Norris spotted leaving Las Vegas after-party with a mysterious redhead!

Rumors are swirling that F1 racing superstar Lando Norris may have found a new love interest in Las Vegas!

The 22-year-old McLaren driver was spotted leaving the after-party of the FIA Formula 1 Las Vegas Grand Prix with a gorgeous gal on his arm.

Our source spotted Lando and the mystery woman leaving together and said the pair appeared to be "flirty", as Lando "wrapped his arm around her" and they "walked off into the night."

@THEHOLLYWOODFIX • 2 hours ago

It looks like F1 driver Lando Norris is getting back into his dating game!

After breaking up with his long-term girlfriend last year, our favorite driver was seen leaving the Formula 1 Las Vegas after party with a mysterious red-haired woman dressed in a form-fitting black leather dress.

We're not sure if this is just a one night stand, or if Lando has his sights set on someone new. Either way, we wouldn't blame him - the Formula 1 Las Vegas parties are known for being a hot spot for celebrities and models alike!

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lizcolton miss me?

paisleysterling no girl gtfo of my house 🙄

lizcolton stfu you love me

paisleysterling god I hate you

lizownsme UH YES?!!?! THE RED HAIRR???? ITS GIVING NEW ERA 🫣

user654 the world is NOT READY for whatever lizzy is cooking rn

user849 literally buy me

taylorswift stunning as always!! ❤️

tittieswhere BOTH MY MOTHERS ARE HERE OMFGGG TAYLOR GET HER TO OPEN FOR YOU

lewishamilton pic creds to me, btw.

lizcolton he took the pictures, or whatever 🙄

user4 EXCUSE ME WTAF ARE YOU DOING HERE

user9 @user4 it’s giving “excuse me what the actual fuck are you doing in my house—”

isoldmysoultof1 WHAT WHAT WHAAAT

isoldmysoultof1 @f1wags NEW F1 WAG POSSIBLY?!!?!!

@TMZ • 45 mins ago

Pop Sensation Liz Colton is Back!

Liz, who's long been hailed as a retro-pop phenomenon and one of the biggest social media stars, has just announced her return to the spotlight after a two-year break! Liz had been absent from public life following her rough breakup with actor Jacob Elordi.

Now, the queen of pop has set the Internet ablaze with a photo of herself sporting a sleek new red do and rocking an all-leather look, accompanied by the caption 'miss me?' Fans are abuzz!

In addition, Colton has been recently spotted interacting comfortably with Formula One superstar Lewis Hamilton in her social media comment sections! Hamilton, who is a known celebrity himself, has even asked Colton to give more picture credits, making fans hope that she's ready to expand her network and step into the world of Formula 1.

Could this mean the start of a whole new era for Liz?

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lizcolton the face of a person keeping secrets 🤐

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@TMZ • 1 min ago

BREAKING NEWS!

It looks like Jacob Elordi, the "Euphoria" heartthrob who recently broke up with longtime girlfriend Liz Colton, was caught in a compromising position.

Just months after Liz and Jacob decided to split, details have emerged that the Australian actor cheated on his girlfriend multiple times. While neither Liz nor Jacob have commented publicly on the situation, fans have been quick to blast the actor for his apparent indiscretions.

With a successful career and multiple projects in the works, it looks like Jacob's reputation is about to take a dip.

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lizcolton kisses to my exes, out 8pm tonight 💋

paisleysterling ATE

paisleysterling first picture’s for someone special?? I KNOW YOU BITCH

liked by lizcolton

lizcoltonsslave MOTHER ISNT SINGLE ANYMORE!?

lizcolton @lizcoltonsslave single as HELL baby!! Y’all haven’t lost me yet dw 😚

lizcoltonsslave @lizcolton bye I’m about to go die in a hole now

lewishamilton roscoe is ready to stream

lizcolton @lewishamilton thanks ig 🤨

wagintraining @lewishamilton LEWIS LIZ OMG LIZ ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH THE DRIVERS!?

lizcolton @wagintraining no comments

coltonhq headphones are ready!! 🎧🤍

lizcolton @coltonhq love u admin 😭💋

lizismother18 oh this is gonna EAT

#make me stay #lando norris x reader #lando norris #formula 1 #formula 1 driver X reader #sukisheadlights #formula 1 imagine #lando norris imagine

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sytoran · 1 year

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𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓.

completely and entirely based on 'taunt' by lovejoy.

──── ☕ pairing. wanda maximoff x gn!reader

──── ☕ cont. high school/college!au, gn!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, implied sexual references, homophobia, "best friends", unrequited love, vision's an ass, you deserve better, but i had to do it, wanda's nose-scrunch is a recurring theme, look me in the eyes and tell me i'm wrong for that.

──── ☕ note. my angst brainrot with wanda maximoff. she's kinda-but-not-realy-but-yea homophobic (???) i'm so sorry, for once i capitalize my words but only this time for uniformity

masterlist / AO3

The first time you see Wanda Maximoff, you think she’s taunting you.

She's always asking, "Am I alright?"

As if auspicious or in my pint

She stares at you from across the classroom. Iridescent, mischievous, calculating. You blink slowly. What do you want? Your eyes ask. Hers don’t answer.

I'll find the answer or a good night

Thank God the time is short

The moment ends before your brain can wrap itself around the situation. Those eyes flicker away. You swear you’re hallucinating, but it was the Wanda Maximoff that just stared at you for a moment too long, right?

Popular but in a cool way, dark but humorous, casual but breathtaking — that Wanda Maximoff, right?

And, yes, you always do that one thing

When you wrinkle up the nose bridge

The next time you see Wanda Maximoff, she’s not standing that far away at all. Instead, right up next to you. Almost delving into your personal space.

She’s just curious. That’s all, you tell yourself. It was a coincidence that she sat there, a matter of circumstance.

Her books have crossed that line of boundaries, chair a little too close. Her elbow is merely an inch from yours. It’s really nothing.

You shrug it off, because Wanda hasn’t said a single word to you.

The redhead’s response comes in nothing more than a nose-scrunch.

I'm trying to figure out what that meant

Wrinkling her nose bridge, eyes narrowed in a bitten-back chortle, glimmering with amusement. You follow her line of vision in silent contemplation.

You freeze when you see her fingers tracing the pride sticker on your file.

Fingertips, scratching the already fading sticker. The nose-scrunch doesn’t seem that friendly anymore.

A rainbow becomes a sea of black. A coldness washes over you.

I took it as a taunt

After that incident, the two of you never did speak for nearly five months. High school graduation happened soon after, and then Wanda Maximoff tasted like a distant memory.

Remember way back then in school?

It’s less history, and more present. Truth or dare, college classes.

You never thought you’d see her again, to be honest, but life swung by however it pleased. Apparently, life swung towards inexplicably alluring women.

Of course, Wanda being Wanda, had taken the dare for nearly every single round.

Oh, did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

A drinking challenge, with Steve Rogers, who tapped out three rounds before her. Done.

Did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

A tattoo, from the shitty parlor down the street. Done.

And I don't think I have a clue

The word ‘kiss’ falls from Valkyrie’s lips before you can help it, because it’s Wanda’s turn again and you’re a hopeless fool.

Wanda’s been dared to kiss you.

'Cause, well, did anybody ever say no to you?

‘Levitating’ by Dua Lipa has never felt heavier. The music is ringing in your ears. Cheers turn into wolf-whistles, turn into chants. Your skin prickles.

Oh, did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

You couldn’t say no to her.

Before Wanda can brush off with a charming smile that no, you’re not comfortable with it, or before her eyes can bring up bitter memories from three years ago — you pull her into a kiss.

A hand resting on her annoyingly soft cheek. Your thumb finds the divine urge to run over her flushed cheeks and sharp cheekbones, but restraint pushes you back.

When you break from the kiss, your eyes are unsettled, because why did that feel good? You ignore the hoots from your friends, instead send a slow smile to the flustered mess that was Wanda.

You could taunt her as well.

You're always trying to leave the table

Phone calls, toilet breaks, unstable

Wanda Maximoff is not fine.

She has not been, since she started dating Jarvis. You don’t care, you really don’t.

But when he drops her hand and brushes her off mid-speech, you think you might find the strength in you to break a neck.

I’m fine, Wanda insists. I’m happy, so you can leave me alone. For once. Just ‘cause you’re gay doesn’t mean everyone is, alright?

Swallowing down a lump in your throat, you walk away with defiant eyes and a trembling bottom lip.

Wanda’s a good liar.

And don't you think that we can all tell?

You're insecure, you're insecure

Wanda Maximoff, to you, is shitty diners, and expired bubblegum, and late night car drives to quiet lakes.

Under the prerequisite of friends, that is.

I guess I always do that one thing

When I get too drunk and jump in

You don’t mean it, you really don’t, when your fist flies and happens to knock into Jarvis’ nose on a hot Wednesday night.

He’s just been such a bitch to Wanda, and she’s just your best friend, you know, but there’s a line — there’s a line that you have every right to cross when he forgets her birthday, and she starts crying, and he gets mad.

To figure out what makes your brain tick

You don’t hold yourself back from spitting a snarl of foul words when Jarvis shoves past you. Wanda’s yelling at you, but you’re too tired to care.

Even Tony, so obstinate and so proud, gives you a sympathetic smile.

You’ve never hit a harder rock bottom.

I'm a listener, I'm a listener

When Wanda breaks down into your arms later that night, body wracking with heavy sobs and gasps for air, you listen.

You let her punch your shoulder, then you stroke her back, and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. It was all you’d ever be.

Until she pushed you down onto that rackety bed, meeting your lips along the way. Iridescent, mischievous, miscalculated.

Forget the number for the cab call

As you're dashing out the front door

The next morning is a rush, with Wanda grabbing this after that, saying that she was sorry, and she’d make it up to you. She also calls you a reliable friend, and you want to sink into the depths of darkholds.

She was halfway out the door before you opened your eyes.

You claim to try to dodge the catcalls

Exactly one week later, when you see Jarvis pushing Wanda up against the wall, your heart collapses in on itself.

She was your first love, and you were her little taunt.

Thank God the time is short

Weeks fly by, but it feels strangely quick. You’ve grown numb to the sights of Wanda and her stupidly pretty boyfriend.

And, yes, you always do that one thing

An informal college graduation party, at the same shitty diner with the same shitty pop music.

You don’t really know what you’re doing when you pull a pretty girl into a kiss, after about five minutes of flirting and fifty minutes of alcohol.

'Cause when you throw and drench me under your drink

Cranberry juice stains your white shirt in a few moments. You break away from the kiss, hardly surprised to see Wanda Maximoff with her face redder than her flaming hair, a now-emptied glass about to snap in her hands.

I'm trying to figure out what that means

You can’t feel, not when she was everything to you but you were nothing more than a friend.

“What’s the big issue?” you had drawled, eyes narrowed as you surveyed Wanda with a painfully indifferent expression. “Friends can kiss each other, right?”

The silence is loud.

Wanda’s nose scrunches, a painful imprintment into your godforsaken memory, and a dagger is stabbed into your gut because this time, because you know she's trying not to cry.

Her nose is scrunching, not because she's taunting you, but because she's blinking back tears, and her bottom lip is trembling so much. So, so much.

It’s stupid, the way you’re holding back tears yourself — you want to shout, and scream, because what did you fucking do to deserve the way she treated you.

But you join in with your friends on the cruel laughter, because you don’t know what else to do. Because she was never yours.

The last time you see Wanda Maximoff, you know she’s not taunting you, but you so desperately want to believe she is.

I took it as a taunt

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i was not fine when i wrote this. i'm going through my depressed arc because i'll never be truly accepted by my parents (bawls)

the fancy line breaks are from @u-uwin

masterlist / AO3

#marvel women #marvel #mcu #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader angst #wanda maximoff angst #wanda angst #gender neutral reader #x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff oneshot #wanda maximoff x y/n #gxg #wlw

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tmblrfuckingsucksass · 2 months

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DUA LIPA - backstage at the 2024 Brit Awards (03/02/24)

#dua lipa #celebrity #singer #brit awards #brits 2024 #black corset #black leather pants #stylish and sophisticated #classy sexy #chicks with glasses #beautiful backside #gorgeous redhead #luscious lips #playful tease #flirtatious #total hottie

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ben-solo98 · 22 days

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Dua Lipa

#dua lipa #DuaLipa #Dua #pretty #beautiful women #hot #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hot as fuck #sexy #beautiful #gorgeous #hot celebs #hot actress #redhead #red hair

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officialparentofadrien · 1 year

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𝑲𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅! 𝑭𝒆𝒎 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Just watched Baywatch again and OMG C.J. is SO PRETTY I got so inspired and remembered that Kagami surfs so here you go. This is set after the Vorpal Swords movie by the way. I was listening to "Accidentally In Love" by Counting Crows (Yes from the Shrek movie it slaps) because I just feel the vibe fits this idea so much <3 Or No Lie by Dua Lipa and Sean Paul works too <3

Pairing: Kagami Taiga x Fem Reader Warnings: Curse words Genre: Fluff. Might get suggestive idk.

The beaches of California especially Los Angeles were always crowded. Whether that's on weekdays and most especially on weekends and holidays. The white sand beaches were always filled with portable lounge chairs, towels, umbrellas, and sunbathing people of all ages.

And most of all, It was Kagami's favourite place to be after coming back to America earlier that year. Whenever he wasn't at school or playing basketball, he would be surfing the waves at the local beach. No better way to spend your free time than going against big ass waves that could potentially swallow you whole and drag you down to the deepest depths of the ocean. If you had to ask him about his favourite beach? Definitely Malibu. Not only are the waves large enough that you can surf but also because you're there. The attractive and beautiful lifeguard. You were also a student, like him from what he's heard and you're only a part-timer there. But my oh my did he love seeing you.

He actually thought of pretending to drown but he knew that he wouldn't be able to convince you especially after you just saw how agile he is even in the water, even complimenting his surfing skills!

Kagami knew that if he wanted to take you out on a date, he would have to do it the classic way.

It was Saturday and he didn't have practice. He decided to catch a bus to go to the beach and catch some waves, trying to convince himself that it was just because he wants to surf even if he knows, deep down, that a huge factor of why he actually wanted to go is because he wanted to see you. He hopped off the bus and inhaled the scent of the seaside, the sounds of the waves and the chatter of the locals and tourists. He dropped off his bag somewhere he could see it and slipped his shirt off. The redhead looked around and to your usual post if you were there, but he couldn't see you anywhere. He sighed but decided to go on with his plans anyway.

“Hey, Cassanova~! Lookin’ for name?” f/bf teased as she passed by him, making the redhead roll his eyes.

f/bf had known about his (not so) little crush on you for AGES. She never failed to notice how Kagami’s gaze would linger a little longer on your figure or how he would instinctively search the beach for you and sigh in disappointment once he realizes you were not there. And she also never failed to tease him about it in your absence.

“Get out of my hair.” He said, his face heating up as he grabbed his surfboard to go catch some waves.

It was f/bf’s turn to roll her eyes as she watched him jog over to the water. She was so so tired of playing middle-woman between the two of you. She’s been watching you two ogle at each other for MONTHS and you still haven’t gotten past the small, fleeting talks.

Meanwhile, you were actually supposed to be on the beach. But traffic caught you on the way and thankfully, you didn’t have to worry about your superiors yelling at you because you had informed them ahead of time. Once you arrived, you jogged to the locker rooms and hurriedly changed into your swimsuit before sprinting to your post.

“I’m so sorry I was late, Jeana!” You said to your coworker, with who you would exchange shifts. She smiled in understanding,

“It’s okay! No biggie~” She said before you watched her form disappear.

You took your place and monitored the beach. Your shift was gonna be a little longer today. It wasn’t too hot that you were sweating like a sinner in church but not too cold that your lips would turn blue. It was a bit windy though and the tides were a bit higher than usual but thankfully, most visitors were professional swimmers, athletes, and surfers. But it was still your job to make sure that they will only be leaving the beach with good and happy memories. You had to stand up a few times since there were still kids that underestimated the tide but thankfully, they were all fine.

A few hours into your shift, your best friend’s voice was heard as she slid next to you, handing you your favourite snack and a cold drink. “Guess who I saw today~?”

You scoffed playfully, “That British Girl you’ve been flirting with since she arrived?”

F/bf gasped, hitting your arm, “Gosh no! I wish... But not the point! I saw Taiga today!” She said excitedly, knowing your not-so-secret crush on the basketball player.

Your figure visibly lightened up, eyes started to twinkle. This didn’t go unnoticed by the girl next to you as she smirked, “12 o’clock,” She said suddenly, catching your attention.

You became alert, thinking that your friend was pertaining to an emergency, a drowning person maybe as you stood up abruptly, grabbing your binoculars and trying to look in that direction.

“I didn’t know you were that eager to see him.” f/bf whispered next to you as you removed the binoculars and came face to face with Kagami’s figure rising from the waters, his surfboard held in one arm and pressed against his hips as water droplets ran on his body, just meters away from you.

“Oh,” You muttered absentmindedly.

Your gaze lingered longer than it should as you watched him take a towel to dry himself with.

“You should probably go ask him out. Your shift’s ending in…right now actually. Ask him to go grab a bite to eat with you.” f/bf encouraged you.

You looked at her, then back to Kagami, then back to her again before you looked at the clock. She was right. Your shift’s over. You thanked her before you went and jogged towards the basketball player, feeling your heart hammer in your chest as you got closer to him.

His back was facing you so he didn’t see you coming, but he did sense a presence behind him. He turned to look at you, expecting your menace of a friend but his eyes met yours. You were smiling so sweetly at him, your hair already a little dry but still a little wet, clad in your lifeguard uniform.

“Hey,” You greeted him, grinning in his direction.

“Hey..”

You giggled at his awkwardness, finding it adorable. “So my shift’s over… And I was wondering if you wanted to get a bite to eat. My treat. Like…a date,”

Kagami’s mouth hung open as his gaze flicked to your previous post, seeing your best friend holding a thumbs-up with a grin on her face.

His lips curled upwards, face heating up as he nodded, “Sure yeah. I’d love that.”

You perked up, smile widening as you said, “Great! I’ll just change out of my swimsuit and we can go.” Kagami nodded as he watched you skip over to the locker room, with your best friend high-fiving you on the way. He couldn’t help but feel giddy. He just couldn’t believe it! He was gonna go out with his crush, from the beach! He honestly thought you were out of his league.

But now? Sitting across you at a local diner that serves THE BEST burgers in town? Maybe he did have a chance with you after all. You did ask him out.

𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑲𝑵𝑩 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

#knb #kuroko no basket #kagami taiga #kagami taiga x reader #kagami taiga x y/n #kagami taiga x fem reader #knb x reader #Seirin x Reader

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lindszeppelin · 1 month

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Dua Lipa is inspiring me to go red. This is maybe a bad idea (I'm a VERY light-skinned natural brunette), but I may just say fuck it, she is so pretty she makes me want to be a redhead. ❤️

red is a pretty universally flattering color to pull off on any complexion. you would just have to tailor it to what undertone and saturation would look best on you. depending on if you're cool, neutral, warm, or olive undertone choose the corresponding red undertone :) as someone who is also a pale brunette girl, when i dyed my hair red i went for a blue-toned red that wasn't too vivid. because while highly saturated colors are gorgeous, i think it personally overwhelms my pale skin and dark features. so you might be the same. like these examples

#lindsay's anon asks

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 11 months

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heyy, i hope you’re doing okay! i wanted to request a marilyn x fem reader(reader is pregnant. only a few months a long tho) where they are married both work together and it’s the rave’n and they are both preparing for it and so are the students. (marilyn and the reader have very nice dresses marilyns from the show and a little bit of a revealing dress that the reader is wearing to tease marilyn)

when the dance starts it’s a nice night and everything is going to plan until the paint starts pouring everywhere and wednesday has a vision. the reader runs with wednesday to help find eugene while marilyn is trying to find the reader because she’s very worried that something might happen to her. marilyn finds wednesday and the reader standing over eugenes body and the reader is in shock which causes marilyn to worry even more.

the reader ends up passing out and the next morning wakes up in the infirmary with marilyn by her side. (lots of fluff at this part please)

Yesss!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes

A Rave'n to remember

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, pregnant reader

Word count: 3,092

Summary: Tonight is the Rave’n and you’re excited about that. Your wife is being a little protective with you, but you don’t care, you just want to have fun

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Shit!” You yelled, as the hair dryer suddenly shut off. Marilyn appeared immediately after, obviously scared.

“What's going on, honey?” She asked, approaching and grabbing your shoulders. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you said, on the verge of tears. “The damn dryer has broken, again,” you leaned your head on the redhead's shoulder and cried exaggeratedly.

“My God, (Y/N), calm down, it's not a big problem,” she told you softly, rubbing your back.

“It's a tragedy…” You sobbed, letting yourself to be consoled.

“Oh my love, I think you're having another one of your mood swings,” she whispered softly to you.

She was right. You've been like this for three months. It wasn't depression, it wasn't stress. It was something much more wonderful. A life was growing inside you and you were already beginning to notice small changes in your state of mind, and in your belly, which was beginning to bulge slightly. You and your wife were elated, looking forward to seeing your child grow up.

Larissa offered to quit your job during the pregnancy, but you turned it down, at least until you couldn't even keep up. Your vocation for teaching went far beyond your physical capacity.

“I'll go to ask Martha for another one, okay?” She asked. You childishly shook your head.

“No, I wanted that one…” You said without stopping crying. Marilyn rolled her eyes and hugged you again when you threw yourself disconsolately into her arms. After a few minutes of comfort, you pulled back a bit and wiped your tears away.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, it doesn't matter,” you said matter-of-factly, as if you hadn't been crying your eyes out five minutes ago. Marilyn sighed and smiled tenderly.

“You don't have to come to the dance if you don't want to, (Y/N). Maybe it's better if you stay here and rest. For once you can have the bed just for you.”

“No way, Mari. We've been preparing this for months, and I'm not going to miss it,” you said combing your wet hair.

“You should relax, (Y/N),” Marilyn said, with a slightly severe tone. "A teenagers’ party is not the place for a girl in your state.”

You snorted indignantly.

“Bullshit. I need to dance a bit to release tension. Besides, I'm only three months pregnant, Marilyn. I don't think our child would be too bothered by Dua Lipa's music.”

“I don't know… (Y/N). It took us a lot to get to where we are now, and I don't want… I don't want…” She said, somehow worried and placing a hand on your slightly bulging belly.

“Hey, Marilyn, the baby is fine. Nothing is gonna happen. Besides, I also need to have some fun,” you said, taking her hand.

“I hope so...” She sighed, watching how you walked away to look for your dress in the closet.

With an excited smile you took the garment and spread it on the bed. Marilyn was already almost ready, in a simple dress, but somehow you found it tremendously sexy, although everything about her seemed tremendously sexy to you.

She sat on the bed and watched you get dressed. You were used to her looking at you that way.

“What?” You asked amused, zipping up the side of your dress.

“Nothing, I'm just looking at you,” she said, shaking her head, as if waking up from some kind of deep sleep.

“Well, take a good look at me, Mari, because you won't see me like this for a long time,” you said, turning around on yourself.

She followed you with her eyes and her jaw dropped from her face.

“Don't you think it's a little…Suggestive?” She asked, looking clearly at your plunging cleavage.

It was true. You had bought that dress on purpose. You knew she was going to make some kind of comment about it.

“Well yes, it is,” you said with a smug smile. Marilyn was going to say something, but she changed her mind right then and there.

“Oh, did you already know?”

“Of course, do you like it?”

“I, I like it, (Y/N)…” She said, shocked by how that dress fit you, and the amount of skin it revealed. “It's… well… you're…”

“I've left you speechless, huh?” You said jokingly, walking up to put your cleavage in front of your wife's face. She blinked open-mouthed.

“We should… We should… hurry… La, Larissa is waiting for us and…” She whispered, without taking her gaze from your breasts. You huffed and rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips.

“You're a killjoy,” you said feigning an angry expression.

“Killjoy? Me? Why?” She asked, shaking her head. That way of avoiding hints was quite common lately.

“Since we found out I'm pregnant you haven't laid your hand on me, Marilyn. I also have my needs, you know?” You said, sitting down to put on some comfortable but dazzling shoes.

“Well, there hasn't been a chance…” The redhead excused herself, avoiding looking into your eyes.

“I'm not made of glass, we can make love perfectly. And I'm not saying it, my gynecologist told me. Shall I tell her to give me a receipt?”

“Well, I don't know if...”

You were going to have another talk about sex and pregnancy, but a quick knock on the door interrupted you.

“I'll go,” Marilyn said quickly, getting up.

“Yes, run away, you coward,” you hissed with a perverse look. The redhead looked at you, shaking her head, and opened the door. Larissa, dressed more elegantly than usual, entered excitedly.

“Hello, girls, how are those preparations going? The students are already arriving at the patio,” she said nervously. You knew that the Rave'n dance was one of her great passions. “Wow, you look amazing...”

“Hello, Larissa,” you said reluctantly.

“Am I here at a bad time?” She asked, a little uncomfortable with your faces.

“Oh, no. Let's go before Sister Thornhill ties me to the bed with a glass of milk,” you said ironically, glaring at the redhead.

“(Y/N), I've only told you that a party is not the best thing for you right now, don't be dramatic,” Marilyn defended herself. Larissa laughed and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, Marilyn. It's okay to have a little fun. It's an innocent party. Let (Y/N) have some fun. After all, she carries your child in her womb and I haven't heard her complain about that,” she said, winking at you.

You looked at her victorious and you stuck out your tongue mockingly.

“No, she hasn't complained, she has only cried because the dryer doesn't work,” Marilyn grumbled, with a vengeful tone.

“Come on, come on… Tonight is to enjoy,” Larissa said, joining the two of you. You looked at your wife and smiled, making her see that you were just joking. She also looked at you tenderly and grabbed your hand.

A crowd of teenagers dressed in white also came down the stairs, euphoric, excited. In the courtyard the atmosphere was exactly the same. You and Marilyn stood at the door as Larissa walked in to get the party started.

The music began to play and the kids automatically headed for the door. Marilyn and you welcomed them. Some were more intrusive than others, asking questions about your condition.

“I can't wait for the baby to be born… I'm sure he or she’s gonna be a cutie,” Enid said, she seemed almost as happy about your pregnancy as you were.

“I just hope that she or he’s not a nosy werewolf,” you teased, while you let the young woman caress your belly.

Everyone was already inside, and Larissa gestured for you to come in as well.

“I have to congratulate you. Everything is going great and the decorations are wonderful. Thank you very much,” Weems said. Larissa was a woman who loved when plans worked out.

“I think it's exciting,” Marilyn said, smiling. “You studied here, you must have felt very happy at the dance.”

Larissa sighed, a little wistful. You nudged the redhead. You knew about Weems' bad experience.

“Anyway, be a little alert. Nobody should sabotage the punch, okay?” She said, moving away from you. Marilyn looked at you questioningly.

“What did I say?” She asked.

“Let's say she had a heartbreak in her student days,” you explained, taking a bottle of water from a table.

“Oh, I didn't know…” Marilyn said, a little embarrassed.

“Don't worry, I didn't know either. I've only heard rumours.”

“How lucky you are that they tell you…” She said, a little sad.

Being the only normie at Nevermore was a tough experience for Marilyn, but luckily you were there to help her, and you always would be.

Suddenly they all turned towards the door. You also looked curiously, to see the last person you expected to see that night. Wednesday Addams.

“I can't believe it,” you muttered to your wife, walking towards the young woman.

“Wednesday, I didn't expect to see you here, I'm glad you came,” Marilyn said kindly.

“Miss Thornhill, Miss. (Y/N),” The brunette greeted politely. “This is Tyler...”

“Galpin,” you said at the same time. You knew that guy from the cafeteria. He seemed good and kind. You didn't know what he was doing with that dark young woman.

“He, hello,” Tyler said sheepishly. “By the way, congratulations.”

“Thanks, Tyler,” you said. You would never tire of hearing those words. They showed you that it was not a dream, that it was real.

“It is quite logical that you are the one who is pregnant. Pregnancies after 40 years are dangerous,” Wednesday commented sarcastically. Luckily you were used to it.

“Always so kind,” Marilyn said, pretending not to have felt offended.

“I think that Vlad is a name that is being lost. Just a suggestion,” Wednesday commented, pretending that she didn't feel the slightest interest.

You and Marilyn looked at each other with wide eyes.

“We still don't know if it’s boy or a girl,” the redhead said, without mentioning that you would never call your child that horrible way.

“Keep me posted, I have more names to you,” Addams said, walking away with Tyler, who waved a shy farewell.

“My God…” You sighed, holding your stomach at that horrible idea of a name.

“You shouldn't be surprised, you know how she is.”

“You're right, shall we dance?”

You headed to the dance floor and began to move gently. You didn't like dancing very much, and neither Marilyn did, but it was a dance, you had to do it, at least for show.

Everything was going perfectly. Marilyn and you danced, the students had fun. The punch hadn't been sabotaged, and even Larissa seemed to be enjoying it. At all the dances there were slow songs and when one of them came on, you gently grabbed your wife, swaying to the music.

“I love you, (Y/N)…” She whispered, leaning into your shoulder. Every time she uttered those words, your heart would skip a beat. It didn't matter how much time passed.

“Me too, Mari,” you whispered, slowly following the rhythm of the song. Something in the environment began to warm up and little by little, your mouth went to her neck, kissing it discreetly.

“What are you doing?” She asked, amused.

“I’m just having some fun,” you whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.

“Stop, (Y/N). They can see us...”

“Is that your biggest problem?” You asked, seeing how her eyes returned to your cleavage.

“Right now, yes,” she said with a suggestive look. You considered yourself the clear winner of the night and grabbed her wrist, leading her behind some curtains. Once there you kissed her passionately and against all odds, she kissed you back.

“Forgive your mother, honey. She can't contain herself,” the redhead said, caressing your belly. You widened your eyes feigning surprise and shook your head.

“Forgive her for being a killjoy…” You said in the same tone.

“Shut up,” she told you, not giving you time to respond as she hungrily kissed you. The atmosphere warmed up little by little, and the curiosity of being discovered excited you even more. You had almost unzipped her dress all the way when you noticed something odd.

“No music,” you said, listening and zipping it up again.

“It's true,” Marilyn said, looking at the clock. “It's not time yet, how strange.”

It didn't give you time to think. Some screams began to sound behind the curtains. You got scared and immediately got out of them, only to discover a terrifying landscape.

Something red was falling from the fire system and little by little it was covering you too. You said nothing, just stared at the terrifying scene. Larissa was screaming with rage, and soon all the youths were in a state of panic, tripping over each other and falling to the ground.

“Don't move, (Y/N),” Marilyn told you, holding you firmly. You nodded, a little scared, and looked around you. Principal Weems cautiously approached, glaring at you.

“Where have you been?” She asked. Surely that impromptu end of the party had spoiled her calm planning.

“What happened?” You asked, trying to avoid answering that.

“It has started to fall from the fire system, I'll see if I can put it out. You stay here and try to put some order...”

“How?” The redhead asked. There was no answer, Larissa was already gone.

You looked around and breathed in relief when you saw that liquid on your clothes.

“It's, it's just paint,” you sighed. The redhead nodded, getting a little nervous.

“Stay here, I'll see if… Wednesday!” She yelled.

The brunette was by your side, but she didn't run away, she didn't move. She just looked at the ceiling with her eyes blank.

“Wednesday!” You yelled too, leaning on the tables to move forward a bit. Marilyn put a hand on the young Addams's shoulder and she seemed to react.

“Eugene…” She sighed.

You and the redhead looked at each other without quite understanding what she meant.

“What did you say?” The young woman shook her head and turned her back on you.

“He's in the woods! He's in danger!” She yelled terrified, running out of the place.

“What? Endangered? Wait, wait!” You yelled, trying to follow her.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” Marilyn yelled, trying to reach you.

When the ground was no longer slippery you started to run. Hopefully your footwear allowed it. You couldn't let that girl go into the forest alone, it was your duty, you had to follow her.

“Wednesday!” You yelled, spotting the brunette in the distance, and awkwardly trying to reach her. The forest was dark and a lot of fears began to enter your head. The mud stuck to your shoes and you nearly fell several times.

Finally you saw that the young woman stopped, she did not move. You gasped and slowed down, stopping in front of her. In front, on the ground, was this boy, Eugene, the bee boy. The red color covered his body, but you soon realized that it wasn't paint.

“But…” You murmured, feeling how the blood in your veins froze and your face lost the healthy color it always had. You were having a hard time breathing and you couldn't take your eyes off the injured boy, without even blinking. You were in shock, you had never seen anything like that.

“(Y/N)!” Marilyn was heard in the distance. The redhead was exhausted and she put a hand on her chest when she saw you. “My God!” She screamed when she saw the young man on the ground.

Wednesday turned to you.

“An ambulance,” she said.

Marilyn took her phone and handed it to the brunette. She was too busy with you. You were pale and motionless, looking at poor Eugene.

“Honey, my love… Say something,” your wife said, trying to get you to react. “Please, (Y/N), answer me.”

You were unable to speak, to move. You were not aware of what was happening around you. You didn't hear voices, just distorted sounds. A terrible dizziness ended up blinding your senses and the last thing you saw are your wife's arms trying to keep you from falling to the ground.

Everything went black and blurry.

You opened your eyes and felt a small headache. The sun was shining and it took you a while to realize you weren't in your room. With a grunt you sat up and checked that you were in the infirmary. You were not alone. Curled up next to you, was Marilyn, in an awkward position, the bed was very small. She was holding you tight and she was no longer covered in red. You looked at your arms to realize that you didn't either.

The bed moved a bit.

“(Y/N), how are you?” Marilyn said with a sleepy voice, but scared to see you woke up again.

“I'm fine, I guess…” you whispered. “What happened?”

“You fainted, darling. You scared me to death…” She said, hugging you tightly. You frowned, hugging her back.

“Did I faint?” You asked, noticing an uncomfortable void in your memory. You spent a few seconds thinking until the horrible events of the night before came back to your head.

“Oh, God, Eugene,” you said, trying to get up. Marilyn stopped you.

“He is alive, (Y/N), he is in a coma, but alive,” she told you, pushing you back to bed.

“Damn… What attacked him?”

“I don't know, honey,” she told you, snuggling back into your side and wrapping an arm around your belly. “Calm down, relax.”

“Oh, the baby…” You said, feeling like the worst person in the world for not having noticed before. Marilyn stroked you gently.

“Shh, my love. The baby is fine, the doctor came an hour ago and everything is perfect. It's just been a shock.”

“Has a doctor come and I haven't found out?” You asked, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“You were very asleep… So beautiful,” she said in your ear. “Everything is fine, my love.”

“Everything is fine,” you repeated, closing your eyes. “Everything is going well…”

“We will be the best mothers in the world, (Y/N)…”

“No, not while we're here,” you said, shaking your head, feeling the heat of her body as if it were the strongest of painkillers.

“What do you mean?”

“We have to buy a house and get out of this academy, Marilyn. We can't raise our child in a place like this,” you said thinking rationally.

“You're right, (Y/N). We will look for a true home for the three of us, a home where we are safe...”

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