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Baby England (Part Three)

Jordan Nobbs x Young! Reader (platonic), Leah Williamson x Young! Reader (platonic), Lionesses x Young! Reader

warnings — angst fluff, coarse language, mentions of anxiety.

A/N — Baby England’s Back!!!!! Half of this was deleted and I wanted to cry so bad but here it is. And do I have a twist for you… didn't expect it to get this long, but I have to make up for the hiatus somehow xxx

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It was a few days before the Semi Final, and you were sat amongst a pile of paperwork.

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You had been training pretty much every day, save for the week that had been dedicated fo media roles and interviews. You were switching between teammates for a while. One interview was with Leah and Beth, another with Alessia, Lotte, Georgia and Ella.

At training, the coaches worked the team tirelessly. You were struggling to keep a straight face when you were told to run laps before you were sent back to your rooms. A large part of your weariness was mental. It had been a day full of apprehension for the days to come. Making it so far into the Euros was an achievement in itself, but a home euro was something else.

You hadn't seen your family for weeks now, and you were starting to miss your childhood bedroom. Despite the long hours spent chipping away at school work, you missed your friends at home and your teammates back at Arsenal Academy. The Lionesses quickly became your favourite people in the work. Many of them were family to you. But the subtly of your dismay and expression of homesickness proved more and more apparent as the days went by.

This feeling was not to be mistaken with ungratefulness. Being apart of your National team was a dream come true. This was what you worked for, lived and breathed for. You had finally attained your dream — this was all you ever wanted. You were eternally grateful for the opportunity, the chance to bring football home. A home tournament was a once-in-a-lifetime possibility, and here you were experiencing it. Every day you woke up wanting to pinch yourself. This couldn't be real.

But school was pretty much impossible at a time like this. When all you wanted to do was kick a ball around, catch up on sleep, and actually socialise. You know, like every other one of your teammates. It seemed as if you were the only one encapsulated by the realm of education, despite many of the girls attending University. You weren't indifferent to your current situation. Being a student and playing in one of the biggest football tournaments in the world was going to be difficult. But you felt like spending quality time with your friends would do you well. You wanted to stop worrying about your stupid equations and do something worth your while.

You had been saying this since the Euros began.

In no way did you mean for it to change for the worse.

But the universe was not in your favour.

“You should choose what makes you happy.” Jordan soothed, milking out the same string of sentences you've heard all week. The two of you sat in a cafe not far from Sheffield Stadium, sipping away at your hot chocolates, having already finished your macaroons.

Your agent had sent you the multitude of contracts you had been offered from different clubs. Tomorrow, you were playing against Sweden in the Semi-finals. Sarina thought it’d be good if everyone had the day off before the havoc set in. You had spent the morning in your room, finishing off the rest of your History Essay. Jordan had picked you up not long after noon, bringing you away from the stress chipping you away.

“It shouldn't matter what anyone else thinks,” The older woman held your hand, and you managed to feel her subtle squeeze.

“What do you think I should do?”

“Its not my—”

You cut her off, huffing in exasperation. “Jordan, please.”

Jordan’s face was impassive, a prominent knot creasing the space between her eyebrows. Her hair was flipped over one side, concealing the half of her face which she leant against her hand. She was struggling to find the words that had the capacity to encapsulate both truth and love — two things you needed to hear as you sat in the near-empty coffee shop. You wanted her to be honest, you thought. You needed her to tell it to you straight.

But this was Jordan you're asking. The kind, restful, reticent woman you had known forever — a woman while true to her word, could only speak subjectively, with emotion muddled into words. She was the personification of empathy. You loved that about her. But with your mind in a haze, despite your unrelenting apathy to stay independent, you really wanted to hear someone else’s opinion, for you had thought it over too many times to comprehend.

Your first option, of course, was Arsenal. It was your childhood club, your parent club, your home. For many years, it stood as everything you loved. You grew up watchings greats like Kelly Smith and Leah paving the way for your generation. You felt more at home at Arsenal than anywhere else. Though, it goes without saying that you haven't been anywhere else to compare it to.

And Leah would be hell-struck if you didn't choose Arsenal, even if she wouldn't directly admit it.

Spurs had taken interest in you since your youth ages when you had tried out for both North London teams at the ripe age of six. It just so happened that you chose Arsenal since it was closer to home, and you often wondered what it would've been like if you had chosen Tottenham instead.

United was next. A great club full of incredible talents like Ella Toone and Alessia Russo, two of your close friends when it came to International duties. The Manchester Reds were brilliant, tough competitors, but you never found much affiliation with them. Sure, they were amazing, but was it for you?

Lotte and Alessia both spoke to you about UNC, and you were definitely looking into playing there as a second alternative. You knew your parents thought this was the best option, but with the offers you were receiving, it wasn't at the top of your list.

You waited for Jordan’s response, already knowing her answer. There was one club you refused to think about. One club you couldn't set your mind to.

But the contract looked all too appealing.

“Chelsea.”

Three years — you’d be eighteen when it ends. Just shy of 250k a year, not including bonuses, increasing at a negotiable rate. You were a free agent after the Euros, and your contract with the Arsenal Academy was ending at the start of August. The Blues had a fantastic team and were worthy opponents for the cup title. You were guaranteed as a regular sub and promised to be looked after and rehabilitated to full strength if injuries occurred.

You hadn't thought over this option much during your senior debuts. It was pretty much embedded into you that you were a Gunner through and through. You had grown up playing against your London Rivals, and the team’s hatred only intensified as the game got stronger. It stood as a testament of its time.

But there was only one more thing that was stopping you.

“What about Leah?”

Jordan sighed. She knew Leah was a Gunner through and through. She knew that Leah saw herself in you — going through the academy, debuting at a young age. Choosing a pro contract was bound to happen to you the moment you were called up. No one even thought you’d gain minutes. But with Jordan’s injury, and your inevitable image, clubs were reeling in the prospect of a prodigy.

“This isn't her career, chook,” Jordan muttered, taking a sip of her drink. “Wherever you go, you have to take different things into account. Whether you’ll get minutes, if they value younger players as much as their originals, y’know, its a lot to think about.”

“You think I’ll get minutes?”

“Maybe not as much as Spurs, or North Carolina, but it's in the club’s reputation. They're known for their attack, and so are you.”

“I don't want to be the one to tell her.” You cringed. Leah was your older sister, in sorts. You valued her opinion over anyone else. To tell her you were transferring to her rival club felt like a slap in the face to all that she's done for you, not to mention you’d verse her in the League.

“Well, it’d be worse if she found out over the media.” Jordan quipped, through light to the situation.

“How would I bring that up?” You scoffed, hiding your face in your hoodie. “Hey, Leah, I know I've played for Arsenal forever, but I think I should just betray everyone and go to their biggest rivals. Sorry ‘bout that.”

Jordan shook her head. “She’d understand.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Would she?”

“I’d be livid at her if she wasn't,” Jordan spoke, her tone much sterner. You sat back in your chair. “It's not like you're signing a life-long contract with them, anyway. It's three years. Three years where you get to improve your skills and expand your career. Leah loves you too much to be angry at you for more than an hour. In fact, that woman has never been angry at you a day in her life.”

“I guess I’ll break that streak when I tell you.” you muttered, looking down at your empty cup.

“Stop that.” Jordan huffed, crossing her arms. “You've got two more weeks to figure it out. But let me tell you this. Arsenal will always be there for you. You don't need to stick with them for your whole career to know that they will happily welcome you back with welcoming arms. That goes for all the girls… including Leah.”

“Right.”

“And I’ll tell her that straight if she even thinks about doing anything otherwise.”

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Sweat was beading across your forehead, the nerves of half time creeping up to the steady beat of your heart.

You hadn't told Leah about the decision you came to with Jordan. You had been so caught up in how she’d react, mixed with the stress of this upcoming game, that you weren't in any stable condition to go through with it.

In addition to that, you were still making your final decision, the finality of Chelsea not truly setting in.

Beth and Lucy had already sent the ball flying into the back of the net, and Sweden had yet to take a chance to extend their stay into the finals. You watched from the wing anxiously, threading the ball to the more experienced players, staying in the pipe ways as you did so.

You had started, which still came as a surprise to you since. Your game against Spain was still fresh in your mind. You wanted to stay consistent in your performance while also keeping up with the newfound intensity of the game, but something just wasn't clicking for you.

England was doing great, up by two goals by the second half. You had kept yourself distanced from the vigour, passing out when needed, mainly staying on the wing in order to keep as much distance from making more mistakes.

You had been pretty reckless with your passing. Obviously not too catastrophic, but enough to send winces across the crowd.

Your passes weren't sloppy, but they weren't precise either. You didn't leave much opportunity for the forwards and were starting to rely on your defence too much.

There was simply something about your gameplay today that didn't mould with the rest of the team. You didn't want to be subbed off. You wanted to make an impact.

But it just was not clicking.

Ellen had just been subbed off for Alessia, who was wiping her hands over her shorts, watching the ball tread through the outskirts of Sweden’s half. You could hear the crowd’s apprehension linger when you were passed the ball by Leah, using all your strength to peel away from Blackstenius.

Your first touch wasn't the greatest, and Stina was pressuring you out near the line. In every other game, you were known for your cool persona when encountering stress. You could collectively juggle the presence of a marker while dribbling the ball down the line onto a seeking prospect.

But as soon as the Swed’s studs hit your foot, you were sent to the ground. Hot flashes of pain sprung from your ankle. It was nothing that wouldn't surpass after a few moments whining about it on the ground.

Nonetheless, the whistle blew for a free kick, and Leah’s figure was knelt beside you in an instant.

“You alright, kid?”

Leah wasn't dumb. She knew that you had been ignoring her these past few days. You were distant, passive, and overall neglectful of her efforts to talk to you.

You would usually knock on her door after dinner to play some card games or help you with schoolwork. You would squeeze yourself next to her on the bus rides, and partner up with her at training.

Leah would pretend to be annoyed, and you would act all innocent like it was second nature — because that is what it was.

But you refused to meet her lingering eyes during meals and chose to partner with Millie any chance you got. You’d sit with Georgia at meals, and Jess Carter during Bus rides. Hell, even during free time, Jordan would pick you up and take you out, and she wasn't even on the team.

Leah knew something was up, and you knew that she had caught on. Jordan wouldn't tell her. And you hadn't spoken so much as three sentences to her for the past week. So it was no wonder that you were struggling. There was so much pent up tension in your shoulders, you looked so apprehensive.

Leah pulled you up by your shoulders, holding out her hand to stroke your face.

“You tell me you want to go off and I’ll find a sub for you.” Her words were harsh, but there was good intention behind it.

You gulped, shaking your head. Leah was watching your every move like a hawk. This was the perfect opportunity for her to ask you what was wrong. She could see that you needed to get something off your chest.

“I'm fine, keep me on.” You put it soundly, sighing as Leah brushed off the grass that was left on your jersey.

“Don't think that this is the end of the conversation.” Leah retorted, refusing to let your longest interaction in days go. “You’d be barmy if you think I’d let you get away with this easily.”

“I'm not Barmy, Lee. I'm fine.” You replied.

Leah could tell by your smile that she had hit the sweet spot. You were willing to play, the injury minuscule with its attempts to shake you. Your captain kissed the top of your forehead, bringing you into a quick hug.

“Alright then, Fine. Go on and take that free kick.”

You pushed past her lightly, the uncertainty lingering in your body slowly sinking into the grass with every step you took. Everyone had taken the time to huddle together as a team, moving back to their respective positions on the field after you had collected yourself up off the floor.

As the match continued, it was as if you had a fresh set of legs. Everyone got whiplash from your sudden switch of performance that not only enhanced your gameplay but the flow of the game altogether.

You became more involved in the game, passing into your central attackers, and sprinting down the wing to create more changes for a wider goal difference. Georgia and Keira gained more traction with your involvement, and it somehow paved the way for the defenders to find a more secure backline.

The next time you found yourself marked by Stina, who had apologised for your minor Collison, you were lightning on your feet. The pace you set was incredible, and the ball was yours for the taking.

You weaved past her and one of the midfielders, glancing up to see Georgia’s figure near the box. Without thinking, you propelled the ball over the heads of both teams.

Wincing when it passed Stanway, you felt your shoulders collapse. Russo wasn't ready for your explosive play, only just managing to retain the ball at her feet. You sighed, running your hands through your hair when Alessia’s attempt was blocked.

You were about to run back, ready for Sweden’s possession, when the crowd suddenly flung off their seats. You were a good fifty metres away from the rest, Alessia’s figure much harder to find among the number of players congregating by the goal. You noticed Lessi run out near the corner, holding out her arms with a winning smile. Georgia soon clambered over the top of her, patting her shoulder with a matching grin.

You looked up at the scoreboard, catching onto the replay from one of the cameras. From what you could see, Alessia had backheeled the ball past the defenders, leaving the goalkeeper stranded, the ball falling easily into the goal.

Even years later, people always find your late reaction funny. Many of your teammates had already congratulated you on the assist before it all clicked for you. It was rare for a team to be dominating this much in a semi-final, and you weren't quite sure how you managed to pull off what you had just done.

You found Alessia’s shoulders and pushed up on them, swinging your legs around her waist and hugging her from behind. She squealed, pushing you off.

“You're incredible, Russo, seriously.” You screamed, out of breath from the seventy minutes of nonstop running. Less grabbed your arm and spun you round. “All because of that brilliant assist, Baby England!”

You were on such a high for the rest of the game that nothing you did was fully comprehended. You had so much faith in the team that everything moulded with so much chemistry, it was second nature. Three Swedish substitutions meant that you were bound to be taken off any minute. Leah had been holding you accountable at the back while Beth was pushing your talents forward in the middle. You were sure that this was the most you had ever run in a match. Your cheeks were flushed, your muscles were surely overworked, but you were running with so much adrenaline that it didn't affect you.

England was on the home stretch now. Keeping both offence and defence strong, making sure Sweden wasn't offered any thrilling opportunity. You heard Keira shouting directions from the other side of the pitch. Georgia was passing short, timeless passes to you. Rachel had her arm outstretched, ready to propel forward if the ball was coming her way.

You knew that Georgia was just time-wasting now. You just needed to win now, the goal difference didn't matter. You felt someone’s presence up behind you, forcing you to cross the ball back to Leah since both Gee and Kie were covered. You had been staying in the middle and towards the back end of the pitch all game, so it was a surprise when you burst forward past Sweden’s second-last line of defence. Leah had kicked it over to Lucy, who hadn't seen you leave. Georgia took the ball, marking her opponent while searching for your unknown whereabouts.

The only person to have seen you was Beth, who called for the ball and received it a second later. With one, quick, first touch, Mead sent the ball flailing over the top, towards where you were waiting, just outside the box. One of the defenders had caught on, and the goalkeeper hadn't prepared herself for your sudden attack. You watched the ball hurl a few metres to you left, leaving you no choice but to chase after it in a rush. Almost everyone was twenty metres behind, unable to come to your aid. You held your own, forgetting the people around you, and jumped just as the ball met your head. You had no idea how close the goal was, or if your header was even near where your direction was intended.

You winced at the contact of someone in your side, groaning with your arms cradling your head. The impact of the ground winded you, sending you gasping for air. But the crowd’s booms at Sheffield was enough to leave you breathless.

You had scored.

People piled on top of you one by one, yelling all sorts as you struggled to realise what you had done. Everyone was rounded, cheering, standing. You could hear Georgia swearing, and Leah telling everyone to keep their head on. You listened to Alessia and Rachel cheering with each other, and Beth pulling you up by your shoulders. Everyone collapsed into a hug around you, making it difficult for anyone to catch onto your tears.

You loved this team too much to ever let this moment go. Your tears were mixed with the sweat of the game, coating your cheeks, exhaustion setting into your shoulders. Your breath had caught up to you, but the daze was expressed.

You looked out to the crowd when Ella ran on to replace you. Everyone was on their feet, clapping boisterously as you waved them off. It was a tedious feeling that you couldn't quite shake. There wasn't a single person there that made you feel like you hadn't tried your best.

Nothing in the world could beat this feeling.

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The celebrations of England’s win set off as soon as the full-time whistle blew. Fans rose from their seats, players crowded the pitch. You found your figure running towards Leah, tears already streaming down your face at an embarrassing rate. Your cheeks were flushed, and your body fell limb against Leah’s chest, eloping the serenity of her embrace with quiet sobs.

She held you close and tight, combing her fingers through your hair, breathing in the electric atmosphere that infiltrated the stadium. She could hear you crying into her, and she tried hard not to cry herself. She held a protective arm around your shoulders, sheltering you from the public eye as best she could. Leah looked down at her armband, feeling proud of her nation, then glanced at you, and felt even more emotion than ever before.

Over the years, Leah would find herself falling more and more defensive of you. She wanted to shield you away from the inevitable hate. She watched you grow into a spectacular player, a brilliant teammate, and a beautiful girl. Everything you did was at the discretion of the older woman, and Leah came to realise that you were somewhat of a daughter to her.

She was a Captain of her country and club. She was an idol to thousands of girls across the globe. But she was everything to you as you were to her, and that was more than enough.

“Played so well, Y/N.” She whispered into your ear, leaning down so that you could hear her over the chants.

You glanced up at her with watery eyes, clinging onto the woman and grinning. “Love you, Lee.”

“Love you, too, my girl.”

The two of you stayed like that for a little longer. Millie eventually pulled Leah into her own embrace, and you were making rounds across the field, congratulating your teammates and celebrating with them too.

England fans still banked up the stands, holding out their pens, phones and jerseys. Some people gave you some friendship bracelets, others asked you to take photos. Everyone was reeling at the huge win.

You end up finding yourself nearing a full walk around the field, and nearing the loop, where fans were starting to disperse. The last fan was a little girl in a wheelchair, with dark brown curls and green eyes. She was a little younger than you, but it was easy to fall into a conversation with her. She congratulated you, you thanked her for coming. It was by the end of your interaction that you slipped your shirt off, bringing the girl into a tight, gracious hug.

Many of the girls were already celebrating in the changing rooms. Champagne would've already been distributed. You wanted to make sure the fans were all aware that you were very thankful they were there to watch your team play. This was your first major tournament, and people commended you for always staying back. Though you didn't do it for the praise.

“If it isn't the Baby herself.” You heard someone call from behind you, causing you to turn.

You found Lucy and Sarina standing side by side, sharing big victorious smiles wider than you had ever seen. Lucy had already ushered you into a bone-crushing embrace, guiding your head into her chest — her arms wrapped around your shoulders. Sarina patted you on the back, mumbling something about performance and outcome, before you fumbled your balance against Lucy’s figure.

What you hadn't noticed until then was the man who was standing with the two women. He was not old, but not young either. His hair was dark brown, and he had a stubby beard. His posture was neat, his coat crowding his figure tightly for no cool air to leak in. If it wasn't for the intensity of the game you had just played, you would've agreed to say it was cold. But you were sweaty, fatigued, and starting to feel the effects of a semi-final.

The man was sporting a civil grin, holding his hand out for you to shake. You were completely oblivious to who he was, unable to decipher his identity from any of his features or appearance. It was only when he spoke that you heard the trail of a Spanish accent seeping through his endeavoured English.

“You are a talent, young lady.” He commended. Your cheeks flushed at the compliment, shaking it off with a bashful smile. “I must say, you are one of a kind, truly. That header was spectacular. A goal and an assist? Incredible.”

“Thank you but I couldn't have done it without the others.” You mumbled, trying to remember Jordan’s advice to keep eye contact when you were speaking to an adult. “My first half was poor. I don't think I deserve the recognition when my opportunities weren't used wisely.”

“Oh, shut your mouth.” Lucy scoffed, ruffling your hair. “I can remember my first Euros. I definitely didn't score off a header from outside of the box, that's for sure.”

“You're the best defender, I know.” You replied hastily, trying to reiterate the fact that you were pretty much a forward, and it was expected that you were to score.

Lucy sighed, shaking her head. “Bet you wouldn't say that in front of Leah.”

“Oh, wait!” Your mouth fell slightly agape. “Don't tell her I said that.”

The three adults chuckled from around you, making your cheeks go a little more red.

“I must agree.” The man stepped forward, shoving his hands that were once crossed over his chest into his pockets. From there, you caught sight of the Barcelona emblem embedded in his jacket.

Your face must've given away your realisation. “You're Jonathan? Barca’s head coach?!”

Lucy laughed harder than before, looking at the two coaches with the click of her tongue. “I told ‘ya she wouldn't recognize him.”

“I am,” Jona replied. You shook his hand for the second time that night. “You seem to be surprised at that.”

“What? Oh! No, um.” You became a nervous wreck. “I just, oh my god, does that mean you know Alexia Putellas?”Despite your North London spirit, there was no doubt that there was a fangirl within you at the knowledge of the Spanish team. You had grown up with the greats in Barca, and almost everyone in the England squad knew of your explicit crush on a certain Spanish captain, who just so happened to play for Barca.

“I mean, she is the captain, so you’d hope so.” Jona chuckled. “In fact, I was talking to her just a few hours ago. We were discussing the transfer season and some new contracts coming up.”

You instantly looked up at Lucy, who rolled her eyes at your oblivion. Sarina shook her head, glancing at you knowingly while Jona sighed in deliberation.

“I'm sure you have mulled over some of the offers you have been given from some of the clubs, no? I heard from somewhere that Chelsea are outbidding Arsenal.”

“Oh.” The thought of a professional contract, and making a denounced decision was long a foreign concept to you at that moment. You were presented with the complexity of the question, and could only shrug in response.

Jona reciprocated your affliction. “It is always a tough decision to make. But you have a very bright career in front of you. Everyone is expecting great, great things.”

“I'm tossing up between Arsenal and Chelsea.” You admitted. “They are my best offers.”

“You think so?” Jona looked complex, his eyebrows rising. When you nodded, he tutted, his head low. “Sarina and I were just questioning the fee being offered… or lack thereof.”

Your back straightened. “What do you mean?”

“300k for a three-year contract is hardly reasonable for a player like you.” He stated, rolling his sleeves up with a grin. Lucy and Sarina were in quiet conversation to the side, still active in what you were discussing but in their exclusive bubble.

“If I were to put in my bid, it’d be at least 800 thousand.” He continued. Your eyes nearly budged out of their sockets, unable to reply. “But it’d end up being just short of a million with the transfer fee.”

“My academy contract ends in two weeks.” The money Jona had just described was unattainable from your perception. “I'm just glad I got the offers in the first place. Your bid is too generous.”

There was no way you, a youth player, and academy girl who wasn't even had a club debut, was expected to be worth that much. He must've been pulling your leg, taking the piss like Tooney often did. It was not in the slightest chance that you began to unravel the weight of Jona’s words, and his intention behind the conversation you were just having.

“Are you saying you wouldn't accept it?” He asked.

You were so fucking dumbfounded that you started to laugh.

“You could offer me a job for nothing and I would take it.” There was a joking tone behind your statement, but you knew that there was an entire truth planted within your declaration. “Not that you would, but yeah, of course I would. The only thing I’d contemplate is learning the language.”

“I can get you a tutor.” He responded. “And the girls are lovely.”

You swooned just at the thought of the Barcelona team. “You're just being mean now.”

Jonathon looked at you in confusion. Lucy had overheard the last of your conversation, with Sarina off to find someone else. She scoffed, finding your idiocy a painful trait of yours. You glanced between the two of them, waiting for them to continue the blasted joke of you joining the best team in the world. You waited for them to ask you how Chelsea Blue was going to look on you, of if Academy was where you wanted to stay. Hell, you were expecting them to ask when you were moving into your own apartment due to the absurdity of Jona’s hypothetical posing.

But they stood there looking at you in silence. They were waiting for you to catch on.

And you did. Even if it was after several long moments of pause and silence. Even if you had dropped your jaw to the floor in utter shock, simply not believing that what was happening was actually happening. The thought of playing for a single minute was eradicated from your mind, instead replaced with a newfound excitement that left you jumping up and down.

There was no way, you thought. Nothing could've prepared you for this.

All thoughts of Chelsea, of Arsenal, were gone. Letting the news transfer to Leah was a distant memory.

You were no longer hesitating about what anyone else thought about where you would go. There was not an ounce of regret in your body that screamed out to you, telling you to think this over for even a second. You were not want to wait, to talk, to act, you were just waiting for this all to be a dream.

You knew that this was an inevitable choice. A feeling so right, so just, full of hope and solidarity, clung to you as you shook Jona’s hand yet again. Not filling registering his words, skimming over the implications of it all, aimlessly giving him your Agent’s number. It was all a blur from there.

It did not matter the money that went into the contract, or the financial gain that would equip you throughout the three years you were about to live in Barcelona. Nothing else mattered except the smile on your face, and the righteousness in your chest.

With the win of your National Team, you home, and the club you were bound towards, there was nothing stopping the bounce in your stride.

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arsenalacademy

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arsenalacademy — After a standout performance in the Euros so far, Arsenal Academy Star, and England’s youngest, Baby England has signed a record-breaking fee of $3 Million, for a three-year contract with reigning Champions, Barcelona FC.

“I'm excited for this new opportunity. The Euros are massive, and winning with the girls against Sweden was a privilege I still can't put into words…

I have to thank Arsenal for making me the player I am, because they have taught me so many things, and I wouldn't be standing here today if it wasn't for them.

I also want to thank Jordan, Leah, and all the Lionesses for helping me with this. They have always wanted the best for me, and I couldn't have done it without them.”

The fifteen-year-old will begin training with the Spainish Team for the 22/23 season effective immediately.

Congratulations on this new chapter!

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Comments:

soccerdonna — New Update: Chelsea had outbid Arsenal by $150k, and Barca by an extra 200k, as well as an increase in salary, which is negotiable.

User7 — I THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA ANNOUNCE IT AFTER THE EUROS

^ user8 — WHEN HAS MY GIRL HAD TIME FOR THIS

^ user112 — FR MY GIRL’S FIFTEEN, A STUDENT, A FULL TIME ATHLETE, AND A BABYGIRL LIKE PLS

User5 — JONATAN WAS AT THE GAMES AGAINST SPAIN AND SWEDEN!!!! MAYBE THATS WHEN

^ user90 — THAT’S SO SOON THO HOW COULD HE HAVE DONE IT

ingridengen — welcome 🩷

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racheldaly — no villa talk 🤣 see you on the pitch soon chook 🩷

^ yourusername — thank you Rach 🙃

user6 — FIRST LUCY AND NOW BABY ENGLAND! WHO’S NEXT, KEIRA????

alessiarusso — big things!!!! proud of you like crazy 🙌🏼

^ yourusername — love you lessi bear 🧸

user1 — are you fucking kidding me? ARSENAL WHY DIDNT YOU KEEP HERRRRR

^ user67 — THE FACT THAT THEY WERE ONE OF THE LOWEST BIDDERS UGH

alexiaputellas — Bienvenido, guapa!

^ yourusername — omg ily

^ user77 — shes so real

user23 — I'm in mourning.

user8 — WHAT ABOUT LEAH

^ user4 — AND JORDAN

^ user7 — SHE WAS OUR ARSENAL BABY

jordannobbs — big things coming! So proud of you! 💙❤️

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user37 — the fact that we all thought she was going to chelsea

^ user27 — she really had us all fooled

leahwilliamson — smash it, my girl!

^ yourusername — love you lee 🤍

^ user78 — screaming into my pillow I cannot deal with this hurt.

^ user99 — I need to know if she told Leah before or after she signed 😭

^ user12 — the edits about to go crazy

^ user8 — “let's not forget, that no matter where she goes, Baby England will always be Arsenal.”

barcelonafemeni — Stargirl 🌟

^ user4 — you don't deserve her.

^ user90 — SALT IN THE WOUND

^ user3 — Idk about the rest of you, but I cannot wait to see her in the home jersey

^ user6 — ur the only one.

Lionesses — baby england growing up too fast 🥲

user5 — I'm still so confused on how she signed a contract in the middle of the fucking euros

^ user64 — it practically meant that Barca would've not only had to pay her the contract, but also pay Arsenal a transfer fee

^ user65 — I might be crazy but wouldn't that make her the most expensive transfer? With both the transfer money and the contract

^ user5 — it adds up to be just under $1 million 😀

georgiastanway — congratulations!!!!!!

^ yourusername — thanks gee!

ellatoone — you would've looked better in Manchester 😒

^ ellatoone — jkjk look at youuuuu 🩷

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A/N — HA! You thought she’d go to Chelsea… yeah right. Hope you enjoyed!

[andsjun]

heyyy..i just saw your fic ab bully!gyuvin…wanting to ask how about when a random school mate make a move with nerd!reader…..like this dude wants to ask the nerd!reader out and when bully!gyuvin knows about it he MAD AF.👹

ALSO LOVE YOUR WORK FROM ANON 💪🏻

Love you, anon 🫶🏻

Bully!Gyuvin is such a menace and such a possessive person. It wasn’t his intention to find out, he didn’t even had a clue that your new seatmate was so in love with you. And he was even more angry when he found out that the fact that the boy is sitting next to you is because you asked for it, you didn’t want to sit with him anymore and he was really pissed off.

For some reason, Gyuvin ends his basketball practice earlier than usual. When he goes to his class to get some notes he forgot he sees the worst scene ever. You and that random boy sharing one seat while laughing and listening to music.

He can only see red when he takes your wrist and drags you to the janitor’s room, where you tell always have your long long make out sessions.

“You think you have the right to laugh with another men, huh?” He says, graving you by the back of your hair.

“You don’t owe me” you murmur, trying to escape from his hands.

“Since you are so talkative… seems we need something to stay quiet” right after he says that you can feel his fingers entering to your mouth, an aggressive way to shush your whimpers when his free hand traces his way down to your core.

You are defenseless, while gyuv fingers your cunt in a slow pace that is making you crazy. He knows what he is doing, he trained you to undure harsh and rude sex, not this kind of slows movements.

“P…ease” you try to talk. Holding his wrist and looking him with doe eyes.

“That’s my girl , my girl who loves when I’m rude ¿that’s why you trying to make me jealous?”

His fingers started moving like you wanted, in and out while touching that gummy spot you love. Making you moan and cry in his arms.

“Gyuv, gyuv, I’m close” you mumble.

“Go on, pretty girl. Do it for me”

[cococunchy]

my soul connects to yours

pairing : stranger!haechan x gn!reader

genre (?) : red string of fate, strangers to lovers

summary : in the world you live in, seeing soulmates together are as common as riding a bike, be it platonic soulmates, or romantic. but finding your own is unfortunately not as easy. so by fate, when you pass a certain boy and realise who you were destined to be with, both of you decide to try it out

a/n : definitely very ooc for haechan but lets not talk about that and this might not be the best because the only true experience i have in writing is essays for school (💪🏻) so please bare with me

mc’s name is jisoo (can be unisex. ie, jisoo from bp and jisoo/joshua from svt) for convenience but feel free to change it!

word count: 952

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the start of december, the most worrying yet also least worrying time of the year mainly for the reason that you’re not sure if you’re ever going to bump into your soulmate, all your friends have found theirs, so why couldn’t you? and as easy as you wish it’d be to find them, maybe following the bright red string that’s always glowing on your pinkie finger that only you can see, it hasn’t worked before and will probably never work.

you sigh, walking the streets of Seoul, Korea with heavily layered clothing for the winter season, the buildings were vibrant and beautiful yet all you felt was a gloomy grey.

it wasn’t as if you were desperate for love or a hopeless romantic, but seeing your friends so content with their soulmates has made you yearn for a love like theirs. a requited, never ending love between two chosen by the stars.

“oh! sorry, i wasn’t paying attention where i was going.” a voice piped up after crashing into you causing you both to fall back on the pavement. “i swear i’m not this clumsy usually.” he stood up, brushes himself off and offered a hand out to you, waiting to see if you’ll take it.

“it’s no problem,” you say with a small smile, a fall definitely kicked you out of your little three minute quarter-life crisis. though, you couldn’t help but notice something on his hand as you took it and pulled yourself up. a string. connecting right to your pinkie finger from his.

it seemed the man noticed too, as a sudden introduction coming from him the second you got back up on your feet. “name’s Lee Donghyuck, it’s a pleasure to meet you, my soulmate.” he playfully does a princely bow, though, you assumed it was probably just an act for peak first impressions.

“the pleasures all mine,” you bow/curtsy playfully right back after picking up your bag from the floor and brushing yourself off. “i’m Park Jisoo”

this man, Donghyuck, was his name? was complete eye candy to look at. his fluffy brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes pulled you in, maybe because he was your destined lover was why you looked at him in such a light, but never did you think someone you’d just met be so pretty to look at.

“you’re staring, soulmate, am i that handsome?” he teases, running his hand through his hair as if to try to make himself more attractive in your view, and you couldn’t deny its effect.

“not at all, soulmate, i was just zoning out” even his clothes seemed to perfectly match him. with a black shirt over his warm brown hoodie that accentuates his hair and eyes.

“i’m sure” he rolls his eyes, clearly not believing your bluff. “anyways, do you wanna go get ice cream? i’m sure you wouldn’t trust me enough to head to my place” Donghyuck said with a comforting smile, rubbing the back of his head.

you hit the jackpot.

not only was he a complete treat to look at, he was respectful too? you probably could’ve figured it out before he offered the ice cream, which always tastes better in cold whether, you figured out, but to have him acknowledge that you wouldn’t be comfortable enough to follow him to his home was really what sold you.

“yeah, let’s go”

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

by the time the two of you reached the ice cream store, it was already so close to closing you two might as well have been the last customers for the day. but the cashier showed no signs of fatigue and hurriedly went to scoop up the ice cream.

“thank you” you say to the cashier girl, and just as you were about to pay, Donghyuck holds your hand to stop you.

“i’ll pay, i was the one who offered, after all” he holds out his credit card and deets (real word; trust 💪🏻) it, paying for the ice cream. he waves goodbye to the cashier girl and leads you to a playground. usually this playground would be chalk filled with kids playing around, but in the cold winter, almost no one comes here anymore.

“you know, i never thought i’d meet my soulmate, especially a soulmate who’s a looker” he says, sitting down on a bench and looking up to the sky, seeing the starry night sky and beautiful moon. “you seem pretty nice too, though maybe i don’t know enough about you to say that yet”

you nod, sitting down next to him as you listened to what he said. “i hope i’m a nice person in other people’s eyes, but i just know you’re one.” everything he’s done so far, offering ice cream, paying for it, hell, even just knowing you wouldn’t want to go to his place, was enough to tell that he was a nice person. “i scored a home-run”

“and you’re a looker too,” you say, a small smile on your face. “pretty boy, through and through”

Donghyuck chuckles and god how you hoped you’d get to hear that sound for the rest of your life. he smiles warmly, a stark contrast to the weather you both were currently sitting in. “i like you, many people don’t compliment others so easily” he moved in a little closer, but far enough for you to not feel like he’s invading your personal space.

“this could work really well for us, right? this soulmate stuff”

“yeah, i think so”

and with that, the rest of the night was filled with talks and laughter as you got to know each other, as the stars and moon watched from above with calm smiles on their faces, knowing the fates have made another excellent pair that day.

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(the amt of commas in this should be a crime)

not proofread at all so sorry if it’s bad or i messed up with pronouns (pls tell me if i did 🙏)

have a good day guys!

[candewlsy]

Sunghoon???? Jake????

Nah, I'm in my Yeongyu era. WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THEIR RECENT PERFORMANCE ENOUGH!!!!

I stan Chungha since 2020 and HELL GOTTA GO WAS HER FIRST SONG THAT I HEARD. THAT SEXY CHOREOGRAPHY AND HER VOICE GOT ME. I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND I MISSED HER SO BAD 😭😭😭😭 BUT HAPPY THAT SHE'S FINALLY FREE FROM THAT STUPID ASS COMPANY. I NEED HER TO COMEBACK

Okay back to yeongyu.. I REMEMBER I SCREAMED WHEN MOA SAID THEY'RE GONNA COVER GOTTA GO. I'M SO SO SO HAPPY 😭😭😭😭 CAUSE THEY PICKED THE RIGHT SONG.

The outfits??? CHOI FUCKING YEONJUN's WAIST KILLED ME. THAT WAIST AIN'T PLAYING. THE VELVET FABRIC ON YEONJUN IS SO FJJENFMDNFMRMNFMMFNRMFMEMFMMRMFMR AND SLEEVELESS??? THOSE BICEPS? CAN HE CHOKE ME WITH THOSE BICEPS 💪🏻💪💪🏻💪💪🏻💪💪🏻 THE CHOKER AND THE BELT ON HIS WAIST 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫🫡

And beomgyu?? THIS MAN CAN HE JUST STOP IT I'M SO FJEJJD I'M SO GLAD THEY DIDN'T MAKE HIM WEAR SLEEVELESS OR I'LL BE COMPLETELY GONE FROM THIS WORLD, HIS LONG HAIR FUCKK I'M GONNA GO FERAL RN

THE VOCALS.

Beomgyu's sexy and seductive voice and the way he danced his way out got me banging my head on the wall. He's seducing me like man I'm not going anywhere??? I'm yours. The fucking lyrics "What to do it's 12 am" how about we kiss 😍☝🏻 I'll never stop talking about this performance... I said invitation Beomgyu is my roman empire and now I can't pick between gotta go Beomgyu or invitation Beomgyu.

Yeonjun on the other hand, his voice is like a lullaby and poison. Whenever I hear it, I'll be under his spell. The way he danced with those biceps ended the hell out of me. And and and the way he sang "I'm really tryna make you see" I'M ADDICTED SO FUCKING ADDICTED. AND WHEN THEY MOVE THEIR BODY AROUND. THE BODY ROLL GOD JUST FJRMMFMR

For the dance break, they changed it but the backup dancer still danced to the original choreography. I was kinda expecting them to do the original choreography cause that'll be so babygirl and mommy-coded. But, I understand why they changed it..

They were too sexy for my liking 😠😠😠😠

[dearestones]

The Art of Romance (Hacker x M! Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, established relationship, Hacker just wants to impress you but doesn’t think he’s doing a good job being romantic, slight Swindler x Courier, Valentine’s  Day themed. 

@mondgewalt Request: HELLOOO, i saw your requests are open so i thought i might take advantage of that 💪🏻

could i request a romantic fluff scenario for hacker with a male reader? (though gender neutral is also fine!) i‘m fine with any scenario tbh, i leave that up to you haha

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Hacker is not one to quibble about the fine arts. In general, he is ruled by logic and rules, be it if he’s playing in one of his video games, hacking into a government database, or if he’s trying to finagle his way into getting free food from Swindler. There’s this sense of satisfaction he alone can feel when he manages to outwit authority by jumping through loopholes no one else can see. 

It’s fulfilling. 

With art like poetry and painting, it’s a lot harder to see what rules dictate how and why someone should use certain brushes or different strokes, what words or grammar would be best utilized to make a point. For someone like Hacker, art doesn’t make sense. Art is subjective; it is what you make of it and Hacker can’t quite recall what makes art… art. 

Sure, he has some taste (why else has he designed his droids to look as cute as they can be?), but he depends more on practicality than aesthetics. Back when he used to attend school, whenever there were projects that called for artistic expression, Hacker had simply bribed one of his classmates to do it for him. 

There was value in art, to be sure, but it simply wasn’t for him. 

It didn’t make sense and what didn’t make sense, Hacker either endeavored to understand it better or pretend that it did not exist. After all, when playing a game, one expected to win. But if you were always losing because you couldn’t understand the rules, well… Then it’s not worth playing in Hacker’s opinion. 

Today, however, Hacker was willing to give art a chance. 

You see, while Hacker wasn’t keen on playing a game that would result in a loss for him, he cannot deny that you were special. Hacker was no hedonist, but he liked sticking to things that he was usually good at: computer programming, logic puzzles, and hacking. There were, of course, a plethora of other interests that he could entertain, but those exemplified his technological skills more than any other. With you, however, there was this underlying sense of wanting to better himself. 

To be a person that was more than just a hacker living in a dingy apartment with no (legal) prospects in the future. 

(That in itself was almost more of a challenge than the fact that Hacker was willing to forgo all sense in rules and logic in favor of… art.

And what Hacker thought challenging, he inevitably knew was going to be fun).

So, on one fine Tuesday afternoon (the date of which he claimed was nondescript and ordinary), Hacker had requested that you meet him at a mutual friend’s house. You accepted, thinking that maybe you and your boyfriend were going to hang out with Swindler. There was a new anime that had come out a few days ago, and you knew that Swindler was sometimes too busy with the Seal Center to get herself up to date. 

Yet, when you arrived at Swindler’s middle class apartment, you found that it was only inhabited by you, Hacker, and a series of ingredients sitting innocently on the counter. 

(Well, Swindler was there in the beginning, but it was to make clear that you were in charge, the both of you weren’t allowed to burn down her apartment, and that if you—not Hacker, you—made something edible, you would have to save some for her.

Swindler also made sure to spend the last few moments teasing Hacker before goodnaturedly ruffling his blond hair and then leaving.

You would later find out that she spent the rest of the day with Courier, but that’s another story for another day). 

When you had asked why he wanted to bake with you, he simply shrugged and said that he wanted to try out the wonders of culinary arts. Swindler was fairly proficient at it (as evidenced by her vast array of pots and pans and the quality ingredients that rested on her counter), but he was itching for a challenge. Baking required specific instructions, but if one were to modify the recipe, even the smallest change could drastically alter the final product. 

Baking, he explained, was a science that was imbued with artistic intent. 

And that was how the past hour or so went. 

The both of you would take turns reading the instructions, measuring ingredients, and then mixing it all together. There were times when you swore that he was having fun, only for you to peer closer and see that his cheeks were flushed with confusion at a certain line in the instructions or his eyes heavy with discontent. A while ago, you had caught him accidentally dropping a few eggshells into a bowl, but thankfully, you caught him. In the moment, you laughed it off, but thinking back on it, Hacker seemed to wilt as he plucked the offending pieces of shell into the bin. 

Have you done something wrong? 

“Are you sure you’re fine?” You tried to wipe off flour from your shirt, but only succeeded in spreading it further into the fabric. Laughing a little to yourself, paused a moment to take a look at Hacker, only to find that your boyfriend was slumped over the table, his head lolling about as if he were boneless. 

Like you, Hacker was splattered with bits of flour. He had taken his cybernetic eyepatch off so that the internal components wouldn’t get damaged by the process, but he kept his hat firmly attached to his head. Once, when you were still getting to know him, you had asked if he used hairpins, but he had given you the world’s nastiest look that you bit the inside of your cheek from laughing. 

(You did manage to find a few hairpins on his desk during the first few times you visited his apartment, but he swore that they were Swindler’s). 

Hacker gave you a noncommittal grunt that you decided must have meant that he was either still salty that his baking skills weren’t up to par with yours or that he was still suffering from the teasing Swindler had given him before she left. You pulled up a chair beside him and rested your head against his shoulder. Although his personality could go from teasing to cold and analytical at times, his body ran rather warm. His jacket was soft, but you found, when you ran your fingers through his hair, that it was softer. 

It was a miracle his hair was as healthy and as clean as it was considering the state of his apartment. 

“Come on,” you cooed. 

You sat up straight and gently guided Hacker by the chin to look up at you. As you gazed down at him, an unfamiliar emotion seemed to swell and swallow the light in his eyes. Normally, his eyes were glacial blue: cold, but entrancing to look at. Now, they seemed to darken like storm clouds moments before furious rain. 

Concerned now, you pulled him closer so that it was his head that was resting on your chest. Hearing your heartbeat must have been enough because moments later, you finally heard him speak. 

The thing about Hacker was that while he would talk and brag online all he wanted, in real life he was fairly introverted. Sure, he would be sassy and quick witted among those he considered friends, but he mostly kept to himself. If he did speak without prompting, it was mostly to tease or to talk about his hobbies in great length. It was rare for him to sound emotional. 

“I’m not good at this… whatever this is.” He waved his hand as if trying to gesture at something tangible. 

“And what’s that?”

Hacker released a long, heaving breath before allowing his face to fall into the fabric of your shirt. “This relationship? This…” He made a light gagging noise, but continued anyway, “Romance?”

The way he said it… You weren’t sure why, but you felt your heart drop at his words. When you thought about it, his actions today were worrying and the fact that it was today of all days? Could this be…?

“Are… Is this…” You pursed your lips as the worst came to mind. He wouldn’t… would he? Still, despite what doubts you had clouding your perception, you had to ask. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“What? No!” Hacker reared away from your chest, his hands landing on your shoulders as if anchoring you down so that he could face you without fear of your running away. “Of course not! Why would—” He shook his head before allowing his hands to drift down your shoulders before interlacing his fingers with yours. “I’m not good with… Feelings.”

“That’s a given.”

He shot you a faux nasty look before softening his gaze. “Well, I’m not a very romantic person, but I thought that I could… try and do something nice, I guess. So, I thought that on a special day like this—”

“So, you did know it was Valentine’s Day!” 

Another nasty look was delivered, this time a glare, before he flicked your nose. “—I could try and do something nice. For you. But…” 

Before he could look away from you again, one of your hands cupped his cheek. Silently, you marveled at how soft his skin was, how his breath gently stuttered from his lips. What caught your attention the most, though, was the faint glow of pink that spread across his cheeks and coated the shells of his ears. If you weren’t so intent on soothing Hacker’s feelings, you would have teased him. 

“But?”

“I… I’m just not good at it.” He opened his mouth as if to say something more, closed it, and then thought better of it. “Computers, puzzles… It’s all logical. There are rules that you must follow, certain expectations that must be filled. The same could be said for relationships, but I don’t think I understand it at all.”

He sucked in a deep breath and when he released it, his entire body looked like it was deflating. “It’s like I’m playing a game where I know how it should end, but the rules are confusing and there’s no guarantee that I’ll win.”

Your heart broke when his face fell, glacial blue eyes welling with emotions that he clearly did not want to confront. 

“Hey… Just because you’re not good at baking or poetry or whatever else you think makes up the crux of romantic activities doesn’t mean that I don’t like you any less.” You paused before emphasizing, “That I don’t love you any less.” You leaned in close and rested your forehead against his. Here, with little distance to separate the two of you, you could almost pretend that Hacker was the only living thing left. That your entire world was solely him. “Love is confusing, I’ll admit that and I struggle with it too! But what matters is that you put effort into something that you don’t normally do. Preparing a romantic date like this? Baking? Surviving Swindler’s teasing? You didn’t have to go this far.”

“But I did.”

“You did and that’s what makes all of this—” You pointed at Swindler’s oven and the mess that spawned atop her kitchen countertop. “—special. You don’t have to be skilled or overly romantic to-to…” You felt a small, sly smile on your face as you regarded your now suspicious boyfriend. A thought had just occurred to you and by the gods of Kansai, you wanted to know if your theory was correct. “Did you do all of this to impress me?”

Hacker rolled his eyes, pressed a quick kiss on your nose, and then hopped off his chair. “I’m going to clean the counters before Swindler comes back and starts complaining.”

“Hey! You didn’t answer my question! Hacker!” He pointedly ignored you as he began wiping down the countertops with a dishrag. “At least kiss me again, you tease!”

At that exclamation, Hacker turned around and gave you the world’s cockiest grin. Coming from Hacker, it was like he was looking at a particularly challenging video game that he had yet to best. “You want a kiss? Then come get it.”

It took several minutes, a few overturned chairs, and a bag of flour, but you got your kiss.

(You also got a huffed explanation that Swindler had told your loving boyfriend that he should do something special for Valentine’s Day instead of gaming together. That led to your incredulous laughter before you told him that it didn’t matter. As long as the both of you were together, it was time worth spending).

Later on, when Swindler came home with flushed cheeks and a few take out boxes filled with takoyaki, she would tell the both of you that the cookies you made were horrible. 

It was okay. You and Hacker planned on baking a new batch another day. 

(And if that didn’t work out, the both of you could watch that new anime just to spoil Swindler on your next date). 

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AKUDAMA DRIVE MASTERLIST

[freeexclusives4thesims]

If anyone would like to contribute to the masterlist I have made of free cc please do let me know by sending me a message so you can be kept anonymous! All I ask is keep on a reliable website such as google drive, mega, SFS, etc. I promise to keep anyone who does contribute absolutely anonymous unless asked otherwise 💖 here is the masterlist if anyone would like to see how far we have gotten 💪🏻

[funkeyberry]

teen-a-day🥳 CAS challenge BY@dizzywhims

DAY15 Quarterback /DAY16 Gamer

DAY15 Quarterback

:Being lazy won't win the game! 😠

The core member and assistant coach of the football team.Won the quarterback position and tendons with an iron will that never skipped a practice. Besides trainning, most of free time is spent fishing. Proficient in the surrounding geographical environment and the species and characteristics of fish in the river, good at making traps and luring the enemy deep, and flexibly applying fishing skills to court tactics. Keeping safety first in mind, if there are ruthless characters or members of the gang on the opposite side, he will lose the scores on purpose as appropriate.so the injuries has been greatly reduced.

🩳TRUNKS@joliebean/🎽American Football Uniform&Helmet @thisiskiro/🏈American Football ACC@beverlyallitsims/🧤ARM SLEEVES@wistfulpoltergeist/💪🏻WRISTBAND from ciaolatino38

DAY16 Gamer

:Cannot arrive? Hmmmm ok ok ok eh eh ok ok ok bye 😶...

Lu Xinhui, who came to the town with her father who was transferred by the project, is now worrying about building her social circle. As a DM of Dimgeon and Dragons, it's not a long-term solution to play with yourself! Holding a stack of modules in her hand, with the ideas and settings constantly popping up in her mind, she took a crucial step, and a new page was born on the school forum. The pencil on Lu's ear is not a decoration. As an imaginative teenager, inspiration will appear and slip away inadvertently at any time. In addition to using these ideas recorded in time to improve the world view, she even contributed to the Aronsol Knight Drama Club. The time of leading a group is always short. "People will eventually return to loneliness" said Lu who turned on the computer and prepared to practice speedrunning.

💇‍♀️HAIR@imvikai/👖DUNGAREES@softerhaze/👒HAT @arethabee/ACCSHIRT@kiwisim4/🔍GOOGLES from strange storyteller/✏PENCIL@happylifesims/ACCSHIRT@kiwisim4/

AND thanks a lot to all the cc creators🤩!!!

if any linguistic mistake just blame theGoogle translate for All hhhhhh👻

[narumi-gens]

so last month my jjk-obsessed best friend made me watch along her the hidden inventory arc since it's her favourite. i didn't really know that many characters apart from the most famous ones and her faves (gojo and geto, understandably). so, i went into the first episode with basic knowledge and, frankly, kinda low expectations. but then, first shot we get of mei mei and suddenly, i'm in love. her hair??? her long lashes and red lips??? her smooth voice??? the confidence??? the smartness??? she's beautiful and I swear the scene where she winks through the broken glass as she's walking into the mansion made my heart skip a beat. and when she's preparing to run through the hallway??? oh my god she's so beautiful.

long story short: i binge-watched and read jjk because of mei mei. now i'm a jjk fan, too. and she's so beautiful in 2018 as well... so cool and deadly... (and btw hidden inventory arc was SO good, too!)

apart from all of this: the purpose of this silly ask was to tell you that i read "the finer things", too, and i was amazed by the quality. you're so talented! and it was your first wlw, too! the whole build-up to the love-making in the hotel room was amazingly hot. since july, i maaaay have re-read it just a few too many times. i seriously can't wait for your handmaiden au, take all the time you need to write it! i'm sure it'll be super-good! 💪🏻💙

sorry for the long and goofy message, really! have a nice day 💕

anon, I would like to congratulate you for having the correct response to hidden inventory which is: get these high school boys out of here. a real woman has appeared. the fact that the first thing we even see of her in HI is her fucking gorgeous tits while she's texting is something I'll never get over. mei mei always looks like she stepped out of a photoshoot but every single second of her in HI is like dialing it all the way to 11. I'm soooooo excited to see so much of her coming up during the shibuya incident.

and thank you so much for being so nice about "the finer things" 🥺🥺🥺 honestly writing it feels like a blur bc it was one of the few times we're I've ever been able to write something so long so quickly but I guess that's mei mei for you 💕 but I don't usually write super shy readers so it was also really fun to put that kind of reader together with mei mei and use that dynamic to build up the tension.

I'm hoping to make more progress soon on the handmaiden au since I just rewatched the movie (and I want to start knocking out some of these lingering wips lol), so while I never promise anything, fingers crossed that it won't be too much longer before I have more to share.

you're the sweetest and this was the nicest ask and pls always feel free to obsess over mei mei in my inbox 😘

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[variety-fangirl]

Welcome to my Masterlist!

18+ MINORS DNI PLEASE!

Continuously updated with new stories! 😁

Welcome my lovelies! So here is where I will be putting all my writing. Liking, reblogging, and commenting lets me know I'm doing a good job and is muchly appreciated! I will also put future projects here that I am going to end up doing, they come to me randomly haha.

Both parties are always of age if smut is involved! Please do not steal any of my ideas or stories, these are not to be republished on here or other sites unless by myself. If anyone sees these elsewhere, please let me know!

Let me know if you'd be interested in any other parts of the stories. Requests are open!

Direction of what kind of stories these are-

Smut: 🔥

Fluff: 🌸

Angst: 🥺

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✨ Euphoria ✨

💪🏻 Marvel 💪🏻

💰 Outer Banks ⛵️

🧇 Stranger Things 🔦

🌙 Moon Knight 🌙

🔪 Blackbird 🏛️

🎮 COD MW 🔫

🧙‍♂️ Jujutsu Kaisen ⛩️

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💜My favourite fics (not mine) 💜

If anyone has Wattpad and likes or loves 5 Seconds of Summer, feel free to read my 46 part story Gangs. Read it here if interested! I wrote it a few years ago, so the writing style isn't as up to date or detailed as my recent writing style. Synopsis of the story:

"What would you do if you were abducted off the streets by one of the most fearful, dangerous and most known gangs in your area? Well, this exact thing happens to an average blue-haired girl named Brooke, who simply moves to town with her mother for peace... Well, she got the exact opposite. What will happen? Will she find love? Fear? Danger? Adventure?" Ranked #2 in kidnappedby5sos, #478 in calum, and #583 in Ashton. (Currently editing the full book.)

[tenseoyong]

Which one of the neos do u think has a thing for doing the deed on places and things that are NOT a bed?👀 (like kitchen counter, against a wall, couch of thw recording studio,gym, practice room etc)

yuta is the least picky lover you can imagine. if you’ll let him, he’s doing it—bending you over the kitchen table or propping you up on the desk, a quickie on the couch before his dorm mates come back, he’s completely game for it. adds a little ✨spice✨ to the fun.

xiaojun tends to mess about the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning, it’s not uncommon for him to take those few free moments and end up having you propped up on the counter or bent over the island, giving you a better wake up call than any coffee could give you.

taeyong spends ungodly amounts of time in the studio, whether for nct or just working on his own unreleased songs, if you’re looking for him 9 times out of 10 he’s at the studio. he’s definitely on the more reserved side, he’s not very much into public sex but knowing that it’s only the two of you in the studio, he’s more than happy to throw you down on the plush leather couch and make some new music...

jeno doesn’t have those guns 💪🏻 for nothing. holding you up against the wall is beyond easy for him, and hell, gives a pretty nice show to you, too. hooking your legs over his forearms, keeping you pinned and spread open and at his mercy is an...experience. hell, with those muscles, sometimes he doesn’t even need the help of the wall....

shotaro likes watching himself while he’s dancing, always a keen eye watching for mistakes and improvements. it goes without saying he definitely...enjoys the mirrors covering the walls of the dance practice rooms. goofing off and teaching you dances very quickly ends up with you on all fours, his hands in your hair keeping your eyes on the image in front of you, watching him plowing into you from behind.

hendery, like yuta, isn’t remotely picky about when, where, or how—just more cautious than the japanese man. yuta isn’t at all concerned about being caught but hendery definitely gets a bit nervous sometimes. he’ll pull you to sneak off to a closet while he knows the others are practicing, if he’s 100% sure no ones coming home soon, he’s not opposed to getting a quick pump on the couch.

jaehyun is just content to bending you over anything. desks, kitchen table, over the arm or back of the couch—whatever he can, he will take it. it’s a bit of a dominance display, having you pinned down over whatever he can find and taking you wildly from behind.

kun and you slipping away during practices aren’t a surprise to his members anymore. sneaking off to have a few moments alone is just expected at this point, they know better than to just walk into bathrooms or closets, lest they come face to face with their naked leader.

[catb-fics]

Hii lovely!! I love your blog so much. I'm sorry you haven't felt great recently, I hope things get better real soon. Stay strong💪🏻*manifesting van dreams for you*

Thank you for creating this place❤. Also I'm so glad everyones being more positive!! I was anxious, scared for December...but now I'm acc feeling hopeful and excited! I cant wait to see them. Its gonna hurt not seeing Dr Bob...but it looks like he's happy and living an amazing life🥺.

I'm actually quite excited to meet the new drummer...how are you feeling about it? I wonder if its going to be a free lancer for a one off gig or if we have a new lid on out hands!! Either way, I can't wait to welcome them with open arms.

Also I have a thought...I had this thought for a couple months and when it hit me...instant tears. Now that Bob has started his new adventure...New promo pics are gonna have to be taken🥲 Like for Spotify and stuff. I was sad at first but then I was life...OH SHIT NEW PROFESSIONAL PICTURES OF VAN😩😩😩

*cue the h(ness)*😩

Anyway, thank youuuuu for consuming all my time and making my days so much less shitty💕

Hello my love! Thank you - I’m so pleased my silly blog brightens your day! ❤️ I’m feeling much better thanks and I only have more day of isolation yay!

I’m loving the positivity too. If I wasn’t on here I think I would have lost all hope by now. I feel sad about not seeing Bob up on stage anymore but it’s lovely to think he’s out there living his best life somewhere really happy so it’s kinda bittersweet. I’m actually excited about meeting the new drummer too! I’m sure he/she (it could be!) will be amazing and a good fit with the band. It must be hard joining an established band but I’m sure we’re gonna welcome them and love them just like we do the others.

Oh god I never thought about new promo pics! They will have to do them though won’t they? That makes me sad but really excited at the same time. Anon who was manifesting pics of Van off stage there ya go! Ughhhh professional long hair Van pics I don’t know how I’m gonna cope with that actually I might just expire 💀💀💀

[sk3tch404]

OK SO, I ended up getting Crystal nightmare on the memory sphere with the 10 free spheres which is good! Secondly I am not maining BQ she’s too hard 😀 yes I gave up that easily like always 😭 anyways I think I’m becoming a priestess main 😻😻 yes I will annoy the hunters forever 💪🏻💀 lastly I think I might skip the second Genshin banners because like… I kinda want Yoimiya bcs there’s been leaks that she’ll be with the sumeru archon and I’ll probably just wish for the archon on her rerun, yes I did forget her name DONT come at me 😢☹️ anyways Yoimiya is coming home im guaranteed 😻😻 the one think Keqing was good for 😾/j I know Yoimiya isn’t meta but she’s so pretty and looks so fun 😍😍 so Albedo your pretty but your game version is ugly they did his hair wrong 😾😾😔 he is so pretty in his art version tho 😭😭 and he is really only a good support so 😀 - gambling addict ☁️

Your luck is so good what 😭 but congrats on the acc! And yeah no I tried learning Mary and I just quit too so 😇

I also like playing Priestess, but I don't really have. A lot of experience with her.

I'm skipping Nahida/Lesser Lord Kusanali and Yoimiya. I think Yoimiya had a banner a patch before 3.0 so 😃 but good luck on your wishing! Tbh I don't care if ppl pull for Nahida, I just hate her design and the lack of rep she gives to southern asian people. But she is a kind god and a decent character ^^ if only Mihoyo gave two fucks bc the ppl they were exploiting

I heard they made Nahida super meta because they heard everyone was gonna skip her (AND I STILL AM. I GOT CYNO AND IM GONNA TRY TARTAGLIA EVEN THOUGH I PROBABLY WILL LOSE THE 50/50 AGAIN) And yes, losing the 50/50 to Keqing just means soft pity next time 😭

WE NEED TO TALK ABT ALBEDOS DESIGN IN THE GAME. HE'S BEAUTIFUL BUT IN GAME HE ALSO LOOKS A LITTLE WONKY??? IDK MAYBE BC OF HIS COAT OR THE FACT IVE SEEN ONE SERIOUSLY MAIN HIM 💀 but yeah I heard he's an alright geo support

[goodguybadfortheweekend]

Happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time

22 revival (one of my fave outfits like EVERRRR!!)

Thing is : WHAT DOES IT MEAN ?????

-some people think about the « cruel summer » music video according to the light pink thing near her hair .... I think unfortunately she kinda postponed the release of the video ! I mean don’t you think that would be quite inappropriate to release a song called CRUEL SUMMER☄️. during a situation like the one we are living ...?

- the next theory would be that maybe she started-finished recording RED ❤️. « Not a lot going on at the moment » is the sentence that was on the Ashish top (that I would die to own someday !!) on her 22 music video - that everybody recognized ! But : 22 is from the RED❤️ album ! So why such a major throwback right now ...?!

- maybe there is really « not a lot going on at the moment » since she is in quarantine at home! We are use to not see her : remember the reputation era 🖤. when « nobody physically saw (her) for a year » .... this pic would just tell us that she is fine, alright and safe at the moment!

-Of course, on purpose or not, this selfie is another feminist move💪🏻 ! Everyone noticed @taylorswift appears without makeup! Going for natural beauty!

@taylorswift @taylornation

Not a lot going on at the moment

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