#Leah Williamson x OC

[softblackbird]

Numb

Summary: Leah and Sophia´s relationship take a hit when one of them gets a high risk injury.

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I live for games like this. Every Chelsea-Manchester City confrontation was already exciting, fighting for the top of the league made it more intense, more physical, every atack turning into a battle.

The grass beneath my boots felt slick with dew, the floodlights overhead casting long shadows across the pitch. The roar of the crowd was a distant hum in my ears, my focus locked on the ball as it darted between players. We were pushing hard, pressing their defense, and I could feel the momentum shifting in our favor.

I sprinted down the right wing, my heart pounding in rhythm with my steps. The ball was coming my way, a perfect cross from the other side of the field. All I had to do was make a little jump to stop it with my chest, I could already see the opening—a quick touch, and I'd have a clear shot on goal.

But non of that gets to happen.

I barely registered the defender jumping behind me until it was too late. Her body came in hard and fast, and I felt the impact before I saw it. Her knee collided with my lower back, and a sharp, searing pain shot up my whole body.

Crack

That's all I heard, the sound of the fans cheering long gone.

My balance faltered, and I went down hard, the world tilting as I hit the ground.

The pain was immediate and all-consuming. I scream my heart out, raising one of my hands to the bench.

It wasn't the dull ache of a bruise or the sharp sting of a scrape—this was something deeper, something felt horribly wrong. I clutched my lower back instinctively, the throb of agony radiating through me with every heartbeat.

"Fuck" I hiss through clenched teeth, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment.

Around me, the game continued for a few more seconds before the referee's whistle pierced the air. I could hear footsteps approaching, hurried and heavy. Lucy was by my side in an instant.

"Kid, you alright?" she asks, her voice laced with concern. 

"My back... it's..." I can´t finish the sentence. The words were caught in my throat, tangled with the rising panic that I was trying desperately to suppress. 

The team physio was next to arrive, her kit bag slung over her shoulder as she knelt down to assess the damage. "Where's the pain?" Laura asks, her voice calm and professional.

Where's the pain? Everywere. My whole body was feeling like I was on fire, I certantly can't be on fire, right? I can feel it everywere exept for- wait. 

I don't feel it everywere. 

Why can't I feel it everywere? 

"I- I can't feel my legs"  I mutter, barely able to get the word out. "I can't-"

Lucy, who was crouching by my side, looks up to the physio with horror in her eyes. Laura nods, her hands moving with practiced efficiency, she gently prodded and pressed around my back. I winced, biting down hard on my lip to keep from yelling. Lucy's hand on my shoulder was the only comfort i could feel.

"Alright," she says after a moment, her expression unreadable. "We're going to get you off the field."

Two more staff members appeared with a stretcher, and my heart sank. I could feel the weight of the crowd's eyes on me, the murmurs of concern rippling through the stands. My own teammaters watching from the distance doing the same.

The pain was so unbeareble I could no longer understand what was happening in the field

"Soph, I need to turn you around so we can get you on the stretcher, okay?" Laura´s voice capture my attention

I manage to make a small nod. I bit down hard on my lip as different hands grabbed me to start moving my upper body but even the smallest move sent a fresh wave of pain through my entire back. 

"Stop, stop, stop" the doctors begin to move faster "Please stop" 

"We are almost there Soph, you are doing great" Laura says, her voice gentle in a desperate attempt to soothe me.

I couldn´t control the grunt I made when my back hit the stretcher. 

All I could feel was pain, all the time, everywhere. Everywhere exept for my legs. Why can't I feel them?

That is the only thought that keeps my mind while they carry me to the locker room. 

"Laura, I can't feel them" I repeat the same thing over and over again.

"Okay, we are going to do some tests, alright?"

I lift my head just in time to see her take my boots off and grab my foot with her hand.

"Can you wiggle your toes for me?"

I try with all the strenght I have left to move something, anything. My mind only focusing in getting my toes to move.

And it completly breaks me when all I could see was my unmoving foot, and when I look at ther I knew she wasn't feeling anything either. I lay my head back on the stretcher, tears streaming down my face for the first time since the hit.

"We are going to the hospital to make more scans, its normal to feel some numbness after that hit" her tone was calm, her hand beggan to stroke my hair "Don't overthink it just yet, okay?" I nodd

My arms cover my eyes, in an attempt to hyde myself under them, bringing me into the darkness. 

Leah's POV

Soph

Hey

17:08

Saw what happened

17:08

You alright?

17:09

Call me when you can

17:45

Delivered

That was the last message I send her before I went out the field. Two hours ago. Me and the girls were watching the Chelsea game on our way to the stadium, when we saw her going down.

Going down and not being able to get up. Two hours, and still no response. 

I was still sitting on my cubby, full kit, boots still on, not caring about the post match celebrations that were happening in the changing room. My full attention was on my phone, searching on the internet for some news. My concern only growing by the minute, I stepped outside of the room to call the person I knew was by her side.

"Leah" Her voice echoed through the receiver.

"Mills thank god." I breath relieved "I saw what happend. Are you with her? Is she alright?"

"I don't know Le." I could hear her shaky voice "I'm in the hospital right now, they are still doing some scans. But It doesn't look good" 

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Were you able to talk to her?"

"No. I came here as soon as the match ended." There was a long pause between us, not really knowing what to say "I really think you should come Leah" 

I nodded, even though she can't see it. 

"Okay, I'll be there. Can you send me the location?" 

"Yeah" 

I don't remember how I arrived to the hospital, my mind full of thoughts, my legs working on pure instinct. 

The only faces I recognized when I arrived were the ones of Millie and Lucy, standing at the end of the hall, still wearing their pre match clothes. Some of the Chelsea's staff members were standing outside a room chatting with a doctor. 

"She is in there." Lucy pointed with her head the door facing us. "They can let us in once they talk to her" 

I watch as the doctor opens the door to step inside the room, I desperatly poked my head to try and see some fraction of her body, something that tells me that she was alright. But the door is closed before I can see anything. 

"What did they said?" Millie asks to one of the physios once she aproach 

"She has a transverse process fracture of the third lumbar vertebra. There's damage to the nervous system, so that explains the numbness she was feeling on her legs"

I laid my back on the nearest wall, not being able to process everything that I was hearing. I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. This can't be happening. That was it? Is this the end of her career? Will she not be able to play football again? 

"Will she be able to walk again?" Lucy asks, fearing for the answer

"She is going to need a lot of physical therapy, but I know she will" her eyes found mine "Its going to be a very long and painful recovery, she will need help" 

I nodd with tears in my eyes, not being able to form any words. 

"Thank you Laur" Millie said while hugging her.

The three of us sat on the chairs nearby to wait for the doctor to come out of the room. To tired to speak to one another, embracing the silence as our new companion. I text my mother letting her know what was happening, in also a desperate way to ask her for some comfort. 

"What are you thinking of, Le?" Lucy laid a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"I can't believe this is happening" my eyes were still staring at the door "I mean, why now? At the peak of her career" 

"She will recover from this"

"I know she will. But at what cost, Lucy?" I turn around to look at her "Being away for this long breaks you, you know that" 

"She's got you." her hand strokes up and down my back "And she's got us, she is not doing this alone" 

Our conversation was cut short when we heard the door open, the doctor aproaching us as we stand up.

"I explained her condition to her, got her nerves to calm down a little. She is going to spend the night here for observation and tomorrow will be able to go home, okay?" The three of us nodded "She will need to fully rest for the next 3 days, after that she will beggin with the physical therapy."

"Can we see her now?" I ask, impatient. 

"Of course, she was in a lot of pain so we got to administrate her some painkillers. You may find her asleep, but you can keep her company" 

"Thank you, Doctor" Millie says as he walked off

"Guys, you can go now. I got her from here" I say, my voice tired.

Lucy's half open eyes shot me a glare "You sure? We can go in with you" 

"Lucy, you can bearly keep your eyes open, both of you are. Go home, you can come by tomorrow" 

"Ok, but don't even hesitate to call us if you need anything" Lucy says, while embracing me in a warm hug. 

"I won't, thank you guys"

I grabb the handle of the door and before I trun it, I take a long breath, my eyes shut close, trying to compose myself before going in. To try and be strong, for her. 

Once I enter, my entire weight goes lighter the moment I look at her. I can feel every though that was haunting my mind, evaporate. Eyes close, slow breathing, laying on a bed that made her look smaller than she was. An oxygen mask covering half of her face, and IV plugged in her right hand.

And even that way, she was still the most beatiful girl I've ever seen. 

I move around the room in silence, scared of making the tiniest sound that could wake her, I sit on the chair next to her bed. I grabb her hand, interwining our fingers in a gentle embrace. To let her know, even in her deep sleep, I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. 

I gently laid my head on the matress, next to her legs. I was losing the battle with exhaustation as my eyelids beggan to close on their own, only wanting to look at her peaceful face a little while longer. Well aware that in a couple of hours, all that she was going to feel was rough pain. 

My body aches from the match, my mind felt heavy with untranquilizer thoughts. The quiet ambience of the hospital and the sound of the beeping monitor lulled me to sleep. Not even realizing I drifted off when I feel a gentle hand stroking my head. 

When I open my eyes the first thing I look for is her. Still lying on the bed, this time with her eyes half open, a small smile on her lips, her finger caressing my cheek. 

"Hey" I say, my voice rough from sleeping. 

She gave me another smile, the hearing of my voice soothing her "They got me good" a small fog apeared on her mask when she speaks.

I prop my myself up on one elbow so I can look at her properly "They did. How are you feeling now?" 

"I can'feel them Le" her voice quiver, realizing all over again what was happening to her. 

"I know" I lay a gentle hand on her arm, in a desperate way to bring her some calm, pretending that I'm not terrified myself. "You'll be alright. I'm here now, okay?" 

She nods with her eyes closed, careful not to spill any tears. A classic move of her. To pretend that nothing hurts in front of others, suffering in the privacy of her own company. 

"Why don't you sleep for a little while? It's still early"

"Hurts" she mumbles, not being able to form a full sentence. 

"Want me to page the nurse?"

She shakes her head through gritted teeth, careful not to move to much to send her back some pain.

"Just want you" she opens her eyes, waiting for my reaction. 

I smile at her confession, lifting myself from the chair and sitting on the edge of the bed "Okay" I lay a hand on her head, stroking her hair gently "Try and get some sleep for me, okay? I'm not going anywhere" she closes her eyes again, laying her hand on my thigh, trying to get as close to me as she can. 

The next few hours were hard. For both of us. They said It was going to be a painful recovery, but none of us expect this kind of painful. Every toss and turn of her body put her in an unexplainable amount of pain, every grunt or cry she made sent daggers to my heart. I couldn't do anything but be with her, grabbing her hand in a strong grip, repeating the same words: I'm here.

The travel back to my place was everything but pleasent. I needed the help from my mother and a nurse to put her on a wheelchair, her body so weak we had to treat her properly to not make it worse. Her face was covered by her hand once I wheeled her down the hall, ashamed of not being able to walk on her own. 

We guide her as gentle as possible in the back of my car, sitting myself next to her, letting my mum drive us to the apartment. As soon as we laid her in my bed she was out, the travelling and the movement worning her out. I beggan to wander around my apartment, making sure we got everything she needs when she wakes up. 

"Leah" my mother stops my rambling "Go take a shower, I got her"

"Mum I-" I beggin to protest

"She is sleeping Bubb, nothing is going to happen" She aproachs me, caressing my face with her hands "You need to take care of yourself too" I close my eyes giving her a gentle nod.

I didn'know how much I needed that shower once the first droplets of water landed on my body. I take a long and hot one, the one that makes you dizzy once you step out, hopping that the high temperature will erase the tension my body was feeling. Once I came out my apartment was sparkling, the laundry no longer in the basket, the dishes clean and dry, the smell of freshly made food was invading the whole floor.

"You didn't have to mum" I tell her once I stepped on the kitchen.

She turned around with a small smile on her face.

"Is the least I could do for you too"  she continues to stir the pot. My eyes beggan to fill with tears, realising how much I need her in times likes this, her presence a constant comfort. "I really need to go home now. Are you alright to finish this up?"

I nodd "Yeah, don't worry mum. Go home"

"I love you, baby. Call me if you need anything, okay?" she circles my body with her arms.

I hug her for a long time, wanting to stay protected under the warm arms of my mother. But it was time for grown up Leah to step up now. 

For the next few days, I couldn't take my eyes off of her for a minute, staying on alert to every single thing she needed. She needed help sitting up, she needed help going to the bathroom, even to roll her around on the bed. And I know it was begging to frustrate her, since she was not speaking, at all. Only nodding or shaking her head if needed. 

"The girls are asking if it's okay to pass by" I try

She dosen't bother to look at me, her eyes looking straight forward to the tv, making a shrugging gesture.

"C'mon, It will make you feel good"

She closes her eyes and take a deep breath, in clear annoyance.

"I'm trying here Soph" I confess after a moment of silence "I'm trying to make you feel better. I know I can't take the pain you are feeling right now, but I want to make things easier."

She stays with her eyes close.

After a minute of pure silence again, my patience was beggining to wear out. "That's all I'm getting from you? Your silence?" 

"I don't want to argue with you right now Leah" she opens her eyes again.

"We are not arguing, we are having a conversation" I gently grab her cheeks and turn her to face me "Talk to me, please" I plead, my eyes searching for hers "I want to know how you are feeling. I want you to verbalize it, with words, not just with gestures. If you are angry and you want to scream and fight with me, that's alright. And if you are feeling devastated and want to cry your eyes out, that's okay too. What is not okay is you shutting me out, It's not helping you and it's not helping me either. Let yourself feel. It kills me to look at you like this, so I want to help you in everything that I can, okay?"

"Okay" she gives me a gentle smile.

I pull her body closer, cradling her head to my neck, giving a short kiss to her forehead. Hoping that she finds some peace in my embrace.

After a while, my eyelids fluttered as I began to stir, the sound pulling me from the depths of sleep. At first, I wasn't sure what had woken me. But then I heard it again, this time louder: a gasping, labored breath. My chest was pressed onto the matress, facing her body. I oppened my eyes in an instant.

"Soph?" I mumbl, my voice thick with sleep. I propped myself up blinking against the dimness. My eyes adjusting quickly, and there she was, trying to sit uptight to press her back to the headboard. Her body trembling like a taut wire, shoulders rising and falling in uneven jerks.

I reach out, my hands grabbing her by the elbows to lift her up propperly. Her hand grabs my shirt and yank it desperatly. 

"Soph, hey, what's wrong?" 

Her breath was catching in her throat as if the air itself had betrayed her. I gently laid my palms on her cheeks, caughting a glimpse of her wide tear-brimmed eyes.

"I...I can't..." she gasps, her other hand clutching at her chest. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her pajama top "I can't breathe..."

"Hey, hey, it's okay," I say, my voice low and steady. "You're safe. I'm here."

She shooks her head, her breath hitching again. "It's...it's too much...I—" Her words dissolved into a sob, raw and guttural. She squeezes her eyes shut.

"Love, listen to me," I say firmly but gently, my hands still resting on the side of her face. I grabb her hand that was on me and put it straight to my chest. "I need you to follow my breathing, okay?" I inhaled deeply, exaggerating the motion so she could follow. 

Her breaths were shaky, uneven, she was trying to follow my rythm. But she couldn't. She shakes her head despertly, tears spilling out of her eyes. 

My body acts before my mind can process what I´m doing. I pulled my shirt off my head leaving my chest naked, doing the same with her. I gently grabb her by the waist to move her body foward to slide myself behind her, her back pressed to my front. Her body trapped between my legs. 

"Breathe with me," I coax gently "In... out... just like that." I take a deep, audible breath, holding it for a moment before exhaling slowly. 

Her trembling fingers found my hand, clutching it with strength. While my other one was stroking her hair back. The warmth of my body press to hers began to cut through the haze. Her gasps became less frantic, her breaths slowly syncing with mines.

"There you go," I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "You're doing great. I got you baby."

Tears streamed down her face, dampening her cheeks. She squeezes my hand, a silent plea to not let go. 

"You're alright love, It's okay" I kiss her bare shoulder "I got you"

Minutes passed in silence, the only sound was our synchronized breathing. The storm inside her began to subside, leaving exhaustion in its wake. Her muscles relaxed, though her grip on my hand remained firm.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse. I shake my head, circling her waist with one arm, giving her side a gentle squeeze. 

"What happened?" I put my cheek on her shoulder to look at the side of her face

She took a long breath and shut her eyes. Those beautiful eyes of hers. 

"I-" she clears her voice "I woke up needing to pee.. and I was still drowsy from sleep and the meds." She takes a long pause "My mind forgot that they don't work, and I just began to panic. I don't know." 

I place a gentle kiss on her neck, a simple gesture to remind her; I´m still here, Im not going anywhere.

"What if they dont ever get to work again Leah?" she says, her voice trembling

"Don't think of that"

"It could happen. What then?" her eyes, full of tears, searched mine. 

"Then we will figure it out. Together."

Tears began to flow down her cheeks rapidly, and then, after 3 days she finally said it.

"Im so scared Leah" she breathes.

That was it. So confident of herself Sophia was breaking, and seeing her like that, was it for me. My heart twists.

I shut my eyes, trying not to spread tears of my own. 

"I know you are, love. But you are going to come back from this, stronger than ever. You are going to become the biggest pain in the ass for poor deffenders like me who can't handle you" 

A small smile scape her lips, there she is.

"I got to end up on a fucking wheelchair for you to admit that I'm better than you?" she says with a grin

"Don't push it" 

We laid in silence for a few moments, neither of us capable of breaking the peace we build. 

"Leah?"

"Mmh?"

"This is the moment to back down if you want, I won't feel any remose"

I gently turn her body over to look at her face. 

"Well unfortnatley for you, I'm not going anywhere"

She leaned into me and press a gentle, long kiss on my lips. 

We sat there in the quiet, the storm inside her beginning to calm. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, her head resting on my shoulder. The sound of my steady heartbeat became her anchor, a reminder that she wasn't alone.

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This is the first time I write something in english! Let me know what you think.

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AMOUROUSNESS  (Leah Williamson x OC)

So any Wattpad folk might already recognise this but what are people's thoughts about me bringing my Leah fic to Tumblr....???

A M O R O U S N E S S

- full of or strongly disposed to romantic love a feeling of love or fondness -

am · o · rous · ness

" the one where two of england's greatest footballers come together to form an unstoppable lioness bond "

: MEET THE CAST :

" the newbie "

OTTILIA "OLLIE" MURPHIE BRIGHT

| 20 yrs old | september 1st, 2001 |

[fc: tabitha swatosh]

" the captain "

LEAH CATHERINE WILLIAMSON

| 25 yrs old | march 29th, 1997 |

[fc: herself]

" the brightness "

STEVE & NICOLA BRIGHT

[fc: paul rudd & jo frost]

MILLICENT "MILLIE" BRIGHT

| 28 yrs old |

[fc: herself]

WILBUR "BILLIE" & BEATRICE BRIGHT

| 28 yrs old | 26 yrs old |

[fc: mitchell hope & laura marano]

SHEPHERD FRANCIS, ETTA HARRIET & WILDER PHEONIX BRIGHT

| 5 yrs old | 3 yrs old | 1 yr old |

[fc: landen roque, poise labrant, zealand labrant]

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Dangerous Gym Session(Arsenal WomenXRussoReader)

Warnings: diabetes Type 1, struggles with Body image, b*llying, mental health struggles, Google translate used.

Summary: you play for Arsenal just like your sister older sister Lessi.a Gym Session doesn't go as planned.

You were in the Gym, feeling lightheaded & your body was hurting. you realized that your blood sugar was dropping way too late.

So you quickly had two juice boxes. Hoping that it would do the trick. Spoiler alert, it didn't help! Which was why you were lying on the floor of the Gym right now. Trying to get through the pain. Cause you felt really sick. The other girls walked into the Gym , Kyra was the first one to notice you on the floor. "Less! Y/n needs help!" She answered and ran over to you. Alessia right behind her. Quickly followed by the rest of the Team.

"y/n?!cosa c'è che non va?(What's wrong?)" She asked you. You whimpered softly.

"sono basso(i am low)!" You told her. Leah helped you to sit up while Alessia held her phone against your sensor, which showed her how low your blood sugar was. She quickly handed you two more juice boxes from her own bag. She always had some in there for you. Some other Girls from the team were watching with worry written across their faces.

Norah who was entering the gym just now saw you on the floor and ran over. Norah was your teammate and secret girlfriend. Norah was a Goalkeeper for the team. She joined Arsenal two years ago.

"Babe! What's wrong?" She asked and kneeled down in front of you.

"i might have overworked myself without noticing how bad my blood sugar was!" You admitted. Then you looked at the Team and their surprised faces. You and Norah never told anyone about your relationship.

"did you just call y/n Babe?" Katie asked trying to wrap her head around this. You took Norahs Hand, squeezing it gently.

"i knew it." Kyra said, she always thought there was something going on between you and Norah.

"she did. we are together for two months now! It's still really new so we didn't tell anyone." You replied.

"okay we can go back to that relationship later. but what do you mean? Like when will you start listening to your body? Not checking your blood sugar and not listening to your Pump going Off? Like that's dangerous. So why didn't you Check?"Alessia wanted to know. You were biting down on your bottom lip.

"i am sorry! I was just so focused on working out!" You told her. Which was kind of true. but also not. There were some comments about your weight and performance and none of the ones that stuck in your head were anything but terrible. You may be an adult and 22 years old but that didn't mean you were doing well with bullying.

"Babe, what's going on?" Norah asked cause she knew that was not the entire truth. Everyone could tell that there was more to the story and Katie somehow had the brilliant idea to Check under your social Media Posts. Reading all the comments talking about how you have put on some weight and that's probably why you are not as fit as you used to be.

"i think i know!" Katie told the Team and handed Norah her Phone, to show her the comments. Katie looked pissed. So did Norah.

"y/n, those comments are bullshit. and you are a diabetic. Having fluctuations in your weight is part of it. That doesn't change the fact that you are an amazing Athlete and your performance on the field is amazing! Don't let them get to you!" Katie told you. Alessia frowned when she was shown the comments as well.

"this Is what happened? You know you depend on checking your blood sugar. Your life literally depends on that in fact!" Alessia wanted to know. You looked away. Because If your sister didn't look stressed before she sure did now. Stressed and sad. Norah squeezed your hand gently.

"Baby you are perfect the way you are! You are an amazing Athlete and the people who write stuff like that are just Jealous of your talent." Norah told you and the others agreed. A few nodded their head in agreement. Some even spoke up.

"Imagine you starting to feel that way while Lifting weights. That's so dangerous,y/n!" Beth told you.

You look at your teammates and then at your Sister. "I am sorry Guys! Deep down i know all of this. But sometimes These comments still get to me! I am already talking to the therapists about it! So they know!" You explained to them. Referring to the therapists that are part of the staff at Arsenal.

"it's good that you are talking to them about it! But all of us still gonna keep an extra eye on you. more then we already did before! Cause we really care about you!" Caitlin replied.

"that's fair!" You admitted.

"non spaventarmi più così!(don't scare me like that again)" Your sister said.

" non lo farò(i won't)." You replied. Giving her a small smile. She hugged you and you hugged her back while Norah checked with her Phone how your blood sugar was. Which thankfully was going back to normal.

Practice finally started when Reneé showed up and Leah had informed her what just happened so she also kept an extra eye on you.

You felt quite lucky that the team was there for you and cared so much about you! You could always count on them. Which did help with your feelings.

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Lion Cub.

series masterlist || ask me anything <3

authors note - i was in the mood to write some lioness blurbs because the new wsl seasons starts soon. 🤭 i’m not even an arsenal fan, so sometimes this pains me to write because i support there rivals chelsea, but leah’s a write smash, so it’s all good. 😫

word count - 2.9k

in which, rumours are floating around about our favourite couple and when they finally get confirmed, the whole world turns into a frenzy, and there just watching from the outside, in a or full bubble of there own.

face claim - leah williamson.

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January, 2023.

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hazzatea, Deuxmoi via instagram. Could our favourite couple finally be starting there own family?

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username, honestly, it’s none of our business let’s remember that people!

April, 2023.

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📍the styles household, london.

In the cosy living room of your London home, you were seated on the comfortable sofa, engrossed in your phone, mindlessly scrolling through a sea of articles and social media updates. The late afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Little did you know that your quiet moment of distraction would soon be interrupted.

As you focused on the screen, absorbed in the latest news and fan discussions, the door to the living room creaked open, your husband walked in with two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. His presence went unnoticed at first, as you remained lost in your digital world.

He placed the cups on the coffee table in front of you, the clink of porcelain jolting you slightly. It was only when he sat down next to you on the sofa, that you realised he was trying to get your attention.

"Coffee's ready, m’love," he said, his voice soft and warm, his green eyes filled with affection.

However, you were in a daze, still glued to your phone screen. You didn't respond to him, not even a glance in his direction. You were too wrapped up in the article that had captured your attention, a piece discussing the growing speculations about your personal lives.

Harry tried again, leaning in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke, "ey, darlin’, coffee's ready."

But once again, you didn't react. It was as if the world outside your phone had ceased to exist.

Growing concerned, Harry gently reached out and plucked the phone from your hand. That action snapped you out of your reverie, and you blinked up at him, a mix of surprise and annoyance in your eyes. Your fingers instinctively reached for the phone, but it was too late. He had already read the article that had you so captivated.

He lowered the phone onto the coffee table, his gaze shifting from the screen to your face, his expression a mixture of understanding and curiosity.

"S’this why y’been so quiet?" he asked, his thumb softly stroking your cheek.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat.

"Yeah," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "People are starting to speculate, and I... I just don't know what to do."

Harry let out a sigh, his arm encircling your shoulders as you leaned into his comforting presence. His hand instinctively found its place on your four-month-old baby bump, a reassuring touch that never failed to make you feel loved and protected.

"M’don't have t’do anything, y’know," he said gently, his thumb tracing circles on your arm. "We can just let people speculate and mind their own business."

You shrugged your shoulders, a sense of unease still gnawing at you.

"Maybe," you murmured. "But it might be best to say something, not everything, just enough to quieten down the news a bit."

Harry considered your words for a moment, his fingers softly playing with your hair.

"Yeah," he finally agreed, his tone soft and supportive. "Whatever gets them off our backs. We'll figure it out together, love."

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harrystylesandyourinstagram, Baby Styles, 2023.

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bethmead_, this is amazing!

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May, 2023.

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yourinstagram, These past years with Arsenal have meant the world to me – it's been my life, my passion, and my family. But now, as I prepare to welcome a new life into the world, it's time for a different chapter.

Taking a little break from football to focus on being a mother is both exciting and daunting, but I know it's the right choice at this moment. The support I've received from my Arsenal family has been overwhelming, and I'm immensely grateful for it.

Arsenal, you've given me memories and friendships that will last a lifetime. The Emirates Stadium, the roar of the crowd, and the iconic red and white colors will forever hold a special place in my heart. It's not goodbye; it's a 'see you soon.'

I promise, I'll be back at Arsenal before you know it, ready to wear the badge with pride and give my all on the pitch. Until then, keep cheering for our incredible team. The future is bright for both me and Arsenal, and I can't wait to share it with you all.

To all my fans and well-wishers, thank you for being a part of my journey. Your love and support mean everything to me, and I can't wait to share this new adventure with you. Stay tuned for updates, because this is just the beginning of a beautiful chapter. ❤️

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username, and to think she lied this whole time, why not just say your pregnant instead of fans worrying that your injured…

username, can’t wait to see you get back on that field!

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June, 2023.

📍oxford street, london.

You slip your hand into Harry's, fingers intertwining comfortably as the two of you approach the quaint baby shop on a sunny Saturday afternoon. You're wearing one of your husband's oversized hoodies, and it envelops you like a warm hug. The soft fabric brushes against your growing baby bump, making you smile as you feel the reassuring presence of your little one.

Harry squeezes your hand gently and smiles down at you, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Ready f’a bit of baby shopping, m’love?" he asks, his voice filled with anticipation.

You nod, a contented sigh escaping your lips. "Absolutely, H. It's finally sinking in, isn't it? We're going to be parents."

He chuckles warmly, giving your hand another gentle squeeze. "It sure is. And I can't wait."

Together, you step inside the baby shop, greeted by an array of pastel colours and adorable baby clothes. The scent of freshly laundered fabrics and the soft lullabies playing in the background create a serene atmosphere. You both exchange glances, your hearts filled with a sense of wonder.

Harry's eyes light up as he spots a display of tiny baby shoes. He bends down to pick up a pair, holding them up for you to see. "Look at these, m’love! Aren't they cute?"

You smile, nodding in agreement. "They're adorable, H. But we still don't know if it's a boy or a girl."

He grins mischievously. "S’the fun part, isn't it? We get t’imagine everything, no matter what."

You laugh softly and begin browsing the baby clothes section. Each tiny outfit seems more charming than the last. You hold up a tiny onesie featuring a little elephant design and show it to Harry. "What do you think of this one?"

Harry's eyes soften as he looks at the onesie. "S’perfect, love. But let's keep exploring. We ‘ave all the time in t’world t’choose."

As you continue wandering through the shop, you chat about nursery ideas and baby names, sharing dreams and hopes for the little one on the way. Harry's face lights up with every discussion, and you can see the excitement in his eyes.

Eventually, you find yourselves in the section with baby books. Harry picks up a children's storybook, and he starts reading aloud from it. His voice is soothing, and you can't help but imagine him reading bedtime stories to your future child.

With a heartfelt smile, you rest your head on his shoulder and whisper, "I can't wait for all these moments, Harry."

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and says, "Me neither, m’sun. S’going t’be the most incredible journey."

You continue to explore the baby shop with Harry, your hands still firmly intertwined. The adorable baby outfits, soft blankets, and tiny booties are a sight to behold. You're both drawn to a display of plush toys, and Harry playfully picks up a stuffed bunny, making it dance in the air.

He looks at you with a grin. "What do y’think, m’love? Should we get this f’our little one? It looks like a good dancing partner."

You laugh, the sound filling the shop with warmth. "I think our baby would love that bunny. It's got your sense of humour."

Harry pretends to hold a conversation between the bunny and himself, making you giggle even more. "Well, little one, s’settled then. Y’getting a dancing bunny!"

As you move deeper into the shop, you find a display of cribs and baby furniture. Harry's eyes light up as he examines each one, carefully running his hand over the smooth wood.

"I can't believe we're going t’have a little crib like this soon," he says softly.

You stand beside him, resting a hand on your belly. "It's all becoming so real, isn't it? I can already picture our baby sleeping peacefully here."

He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your cheek. "I love you, and I love our little family."

Touched by his words, you hug him tightly. "I love you too, H. We're going to be amazing parents."

After a bit more browsing, you finally decide on a few baby essentials – a neutral-coloured crib, some soft blankets, and a collection of onesies. As you approach the checkout counter, Harry takes your hand in his once more, his thumb gently tracing patterns on your knuckles.

The shop assistant smiles warmly as she rings up your purchases. "Congratulations on the upcoming addition to your family. It's such a special time."

You thank her with a grateful smile, and as you and Harry exit the shop, you can't help but feel a profound sense of joy and excitement.

August, 2023.

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harryupdates, Harry spotted arriving at a hospital in London today!

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username, oh piss off!

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📍 the royal london hospital, london.

⏱️ 10:36am.

Laying on the sterile, cold operating table, you couldn't escape the overwhelming sense of vulnerability as your body lay exposed to the sterile environment. The air in the room felt chilled, and your trembling body seemed to amplify the anxiety coursing through you. Harry sat beside you, his fingers intertwined with yours, his face etched with worry as he witnessed your anguish.

The surgical team bustled around you, their masks and gowns obscuring their expressions, but their efficiency was evident. You could feel the coolness of the surgical drapes against your skin as they prepped the area. The antiseptic scent hung in the air, a reminder of the gravity of the situation.

As the surgeon began the procedure, you felt a strange combination of sensations—a tugging, a pressure, and the constant awareness of their hands within you. The room seemed to spin, and you struggled to focus on anything but the ache in your chest and the numbing sensation creeping upward from your lower body.

You turned to Harry, your voice trembling as you voiced your deepest fear. "Harry, if anything goes wrong..."

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice soft but resolute. "M’Love, v’got the best team ‘ere, and y’the strongest person I know. We're going t’get through this, all three of us."

His words were a lifeline in the storm of uncertainty, and you clung to them, trying to push away the doubts that threatened to engulf you.

Minutes felt like hours, and you couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness as the surgical team worked diligently around you. You focused on Harry's presence beside you, his grip on your hand unwavering, the touch of his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin.

When the operation reached its tenth minute, the room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of machines. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you squeezed Harry's hand tighter, your voice trembling as you spoke, "Harry, please..."

Before you could finish, a sudden change in the atmosphere broke the tension—a newborn's cries filled the room, a sound so sweet and pure it brought tears to your eyes. You gasped, and Harry's eyes widened with relief and joy.

The anesthesiologist asked another doctor to lower the curtain, and as the room held its collective breath, the words finally came—a pronouncement that would change your lives forever.

"It's a boy."

Your eyes filled with tears of joy, and Harry leaned down to kiss your forehead, his voice quivering with emotion as he whispered, "Our son, m’love. Our beautiful son."

⏱️ 14:12pm.

Later in the afternoon, the soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains of your hospital room, casting a warm, comforting light. You lay in the hospital bed, feeling tired and sore from the earlier surgery, but the pain was a distant thought as you gazed at the sight that brought you immeasurable joy.

Harry sat in the chair beside your bed, his shirt off, his bare chest cradling your sleeping son against his skin. It was a tender moment of skin-to-skin contact, a precious bonding experience that filled your heart with love.

Your newborn son lay contentedly on Harry's chest, his tiny fingers curled around his father's. Harry's eyes were fixed on the baby's peaceful face, his expression a mix of awe and wonder, and a proud smile curved his lips.

" ‘Ey there, little one," Harry whispered, his voice a soft, soothing murmur that only your son could hear. "Y’have no idea how much y’mum and I love y’already. V’been waiting f’y’f’so long, and now that y’here, s’like a dream come true."

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you listened to Harry pour his heart out to your son seeing as you were very hormonal. It was a beautiful moment, a glimpse into the incredible father he would be.

"Y’got a whole world of adventures waiting f’y’little buddy," Harry continued, his voice filled with tenderness. "We'll teach y’about music and art, and I promise t’read y’bedtime stories every night. We'll go on hikes, explore new places, and we'll always have y’back."

Harry's hand gently brushed your son's delicate cheek, and the baby let out a soft sigh, as though he could feel the warmth and love radiating from his father.

"We'll be there f’y’first steps, y’first words, and every moment that follows," Harry whispered, his eyes shimmering with emotion. "Y’our greatest gift, and we'll cherish y’every day of our lives."

As you marveled at your little family, a gentle knock sounded through the door, and then it creaked open. In walked Anne, Harry's mum, and Gemma, his sister, holding a bouquet of colorful flowers and a "Congratulations" balloon.

"Can we come in?" Anne asked, her eyes filled with warmth and excitement.

You nodded your head, feeling a rush of gratitude for the family that had come to celebrate this special moment with you.

Anne and Gemma approached the bed, their smiles radiant.

"Oh, Harry, look at him," Anne cooed as she reached out to gently stroke the baby's cheek.

Gemma held up the balloon, a playful grin on her face. "Congratulations, you two! He's absolutely perfect."

Harry beamed at his mum and sister, pride and love evident in his eyes. "Thanks, Mum. Thanks, Gem. We couldn't be happier."

Anne leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. "You did wonderfully, dear. And H, you're going to be an amazing father."

Tears welled up in your eyes at her kind words, and you looked at Harry, whose eyes were now shimmering with emotion. "We're so grateful to have all of you here with us."

Anne and Gemma took turns holding the baby, their voices filled with affection as they cooed and chatted with the tiny newcomer. The room was filled with laughter and love, and it felt like the perfect beginning to your family's journey.

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September, 2023.

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harrystylesandyourinstagram, One month of loving you, angel boy.

Bowie Harry-Robin Styles.

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username, the name, im in tears🥹

lucybronze, a rising star right there!

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username, congratulations!

username, they had him a month ago? a whole month?

louist91, congrats h! he’s a legend in the making!

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username, he’s got harry’s hair. 😫

username, I get that your private people but just one photo of his face would make us all happy!

username, respect there privacy, he’s a newborn baby!

username, there’s creeps out there, and he’s a baby, give them a break!

username, so happy!

username, someone tell me why i’m crying.

annetwist, the most perfect boy.

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📍 the styles household, london.

It was around 2 in the morning when the sweet sound of your son's cries filled the room. You and Harry stirred in your sleep, but it was Harry who gently untangled himself from the sheets, his warm arms slipping away from your waist.

With a soft, sleepy smile, Harry planted a kiss on your forehead before whispering, "I'll go get him, m’sun."

You nodded, grateful that he could handle this round of late-night parenting, given your ongoing recovery from the surgery. It had only been four weeks, and while you were slowly regaining your strength, certain tasks were still a bit challenging.

Harry padded over to the crib that sat on his side of the bed, where little Bowie was kicking his tiny legs and reaching out his arms in search of comfort. Harry's heart swelled as he scooped up his son, cradling him in his strong, loving arms.

" ‘ey there, lil’man," Harry cooed, his voice a gentle murmur that instantly calmed Bowie's cries. "S’got y’all worked up, hm?"

Bowie's wide eyes gazed up at his dad, and his tiny fingers reached out to grab onto Harry's finger. It was a sight that melted Harry's heart every time.

Harry carefully carried Bowie over to the changing table tucked in the corner of the room. The room was dimly lit, with only a soft nightlight casting a warm glow, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

Gently laying Bowie down, Harry began the task of changing his nappy with a tenderness that only a loving father could provide. He unfastened the nappy with practiced ease, revealing the tiny, wriggling legs beneath. As he lifted Bowie's legs, he couldn't help but shower the baby with soft kisses on his chubby thighs, eliciting delighted gurgles from the little one.

With great care, Harry used a baby wipe to cleanse the delicate skin, his movements unhurried and full of affection. He whispered soothing words and made funny faces to keep Bowie entertained, ensuring the nappy change was not just a task but a moment of connection between father and son.

Once Bowie was clean and dry, Harry reached for a fresh nappy and smoothly slid it underneath. He fastened the nappy with gentle precision, making sure it was snug yet comfortable for his precious son.

"All done, Bowie," Harry whispered with a grin, his fingers playfully tracing little circles on the baby's tummy. "Y’such a champ during nappy changes."

Bowie's cries had turned into happy coos and giggles by the time Harry scooped him up, carrying him back to the bed. As you watched your husband cradle your son, a deep sense of love and gratitude filled your heart.

In that quiet, intimate moment in the middle of the night, you realized that this was the magic of parenthood—the late-night wake-up calls, the nappy changes, the sleepy smiles, and the unbreakable bond between the three of you. It was messy, tiring, and utterly beautiful all at once.

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October, 2023.

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hazzatea, Harry and (Y/N) spotted at the first Arsenal game of the season today with Baby Bowie.

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username, even in paparazzi photos they can cover his face, best parents ever!

username, starting them young!

username, i bet it pains harry sometimes that his wife’s an Arsenal player and not a Manchester United player. 😭

username, 100%

username, this way too adorable,

username, i shouldn’t be getting baby fever at 15!

username, can’t believe they brought a baby to a football match that’s barely a month old…

username, he literally has noise cancelling headphones on. 🤷‍♀️

username, you can see that he has Harry’s curls.

username, his little Arsenal shirt.

username, it’s a football game not a daycare!

username, 🖕🖕

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yourinstagram, first Arsenal game of the season, COYG!

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username, viv!

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username, that selfie of you and Harry!

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username, I want a private box at the emirates.

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username, I’ve got a season ticket if I see you there I think I’ll cry

username, Bowie looks so big!

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harrystyles via instagram stories.

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yourinstagram, a little photo dump from the last couple of weeks, enjoy!

went on my first bike ride since giving birth and crashed the bike into a fence…

went out for some drinks with a few friends for the first time since bowie made his entrance,

H trying to keep me entertained during the night feeds,

First walk in the pram, and i totally didn’t cry,

McDonald’s is all we’ve lived off recently, having a baby means no time to cook,

Scrabble has become the new norm whilst bubba naps,

My view in the car for the foreseeable future…

Having the time of my life meeting all of youse at Meadow Park, it was great to see you all!

Getting in as many cuddles with our angel baby before he’s old enough to say ‘mum, give me space!’

Harry sleeping on the floor during the day, simply because the photo always makes me laugh.

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username, not you crashing the bike😭

harrystyles, scrabble and snuggles, always the perfect combo

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username, seeing your smile with the fans makes me smile!

username, Bowie actually had the best parents 😫

username, not Harry sleeping on the floor

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username, McDonald’s is the perfect post partum food like no joke

username, how do you look that good after giving birth?

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Bluey and Red

Leah Williamson x Lola Hernandez (oc!)

@carinaswife hope that you like

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Masterlist

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Lola’s POV:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

//

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thank you all for participating in our first Song-Scene Guessing Game! Your enthusiasm and creativity made it such a blast. Now, it’s time to reveal the answer and see who guessed it right.

🎶 The Song: Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons

The Scene: The song was connected to a dramatic moment in one of my oneshots where Detective Y/N, part of Olivia Benson’s SVU Unit, faces a life-threatening situation during a crime scene investigation. After chasing a suspect who ultimately falls to his death, Detective Y/N finds herself injured but alive in a hospital room, receiving stern words from Olivia about her reckless actions.

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Gold chain (pt1) | Leah Williamson

Leah Williamson x tennis player!reader For the past year, Leah had been a big fan of yours, and now her mother wasn't missing any opportunity to tease her during Roland Garros. warnings: none, just fluff and slow burn note: this one is long (maybe?), sorry about that. The next part has more Leah and reader interactions, I promise. This was written with an oc, i changed everything at the last minute so sorry if there are any mistakes there,, pt2 my masterlist

Leah Williamson, England captain, European champion, Miss Arsenal.

That was how she was publicly recognised within the world of football, a sport that had always been her passion, but lately, or rather, since she had been invited to Wimbledon in 2023, she had begun to share some of that passion with tennis. 

She explained to everyone that she fell in love with tennis during a deep conversation with the legendary Billie Jean King. While there was truth to that, tennis didn't captivate her so much because of the sport itself, but rather because of a certain player, who since that Wimbledon semifinal, Leah had watched almost all of her matches. 

“Believe me, that girl Y/N is great, don't let this match fool you” Billie had muttered to her after witnessing your unfortunate loss in the last set.

And who was Leah to doubt the words of the greatest tennis player in history?

Since then, Leah has managed to watch as many of your matches as possible. And yes, you were undeniably beautiful, but what truly captivated Leah was the elegance with which you played. Each swing of your racket held a mesmerizing grace that left Leah spellbound every time.

And now, with a break after the final game of the European qualifiers, it was the opportunity for a holiday.

"Hey, Leah!" Georgia barged into her room on the last day of camp, now that they were back in England. "Got any plans for this week?"

"Yeah," Leah replied, without giving any details, more focused on packing her suitcase than engaging in conversation with her friend.

"Where? With who?" Georgia asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively. She knew Leah tended to keep her romantic interactions with girls in private, not just from the public but even from her own friends.

"With my mom, you idiot," Leah replied, rolling her eyes. "We're headed to France."

"Now? What's so interesting about France?" she asked, with a look of disgust on her face. Sure, there were plenty of interesting things to do in France, but Georgia didn't want to hear anything related to that country for a couple of days.

"Roland Garros? Does that ring a bell for you?" Leah retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"Huh? Since when do you go to another country for a tennis match?"

"My mom likes it" Leah lied smoothly, without any hint of shame. If only Georgia knew that Leah had sweetened the deal for her mother with promises of fine wines and breathtaking views post-match.

"Well, that's too bad... but text me if your plans change,"

Leah nodded, though it was in vain because she wouldn't change going to France to see her favorite tennis player.

"Who are we rooting for?" Amanda said, taking a sip of her drink, not really interested in what was happening on the clay.

"Uh, we're impartial," Leah said, settling back in her seat.

Four games had already been played, each player winning their respective games. 

"I have a feeling we're rooting for the girl in the white visor," her mother said. 

Leah looked at her, pulling her sunglasses down a little. "What?"

"Well, you make a face every time the other player makes a point."

Leah said nothing to that comment, her attention had returned to you, now one point away from managing to break your opponent's serve. It was an important match, a semifinal, so every point would be valuable to put you in the final of the tournament.

Still not saying anything back to her mother, Leah held her breath for a few seconds. The ball was going back and forth across the court, but you, with impressive precision, hit the ball with a spin that made it graze the top of the net. For a moment, it seemed like it might fall short, but the ball dropped just over, catching your opponent off guard.

"Wonderful" muttered Leah, crossing her arms with a smile, ready to enjoy the rest of the match. 

There were times when tennis was mentally overwhelming. You felt this every time you played, and it had cost you a lot of matches in the past. A whole court filled with hundreds of people, all watching you, many anxiously waiting for you to make a mistake that could cost you the match. It was more than overwhelming.

That's why, at times, you had to pause your mind and take a deep breath, despite how difficult that was for you.

You only needed one more game to win the set and secure a place in the Roland Garros final. No pressure, of course.

The advantage was that you were serving in this game, but ironically, this often made you even more nervous. The pressure of delivering a strong serve was immense. 

The crowd was overwhelming, so many eyes watching you, so many unfamiliar faces focused on you, watching every move, your family and team sitting behind you. In this position you couldn’t look at them to calm down. 

You needed to focus your eyes on something, to steady your nerves. As you walked towards your position, after drying your face with the towel, you looked in a diagonal direction, right towards the area where you were supposed to put the ball. 

As you raised your gaze slightly, something caught your eye. In the stands, amid a sea of blonde and brown heads, was a woman with striking red hair. The woman stood out, not only because of her hair, but also because she was the only person not looking at you, instead, her attention was elsewhere.

You stole a glance at the red-haired woman as you inhaled deeply, preparing for your serve. With a fluid motion, you raised her arm, tossed the ball into the air and delivered a powerful strike.

Ace!

The ball zipped across the court with velocity, catching your opponent off guard. Convinced it would fly out, your opponent made no attempt to chase after it.

A satisfied smile tugged at your lips.

Once more, your gaze flickered toward the red-haired woman in the stands. Drawing another deep breath, you focused intensely as you prepared to serve again. With a determined flick of your wrist, you sent the ball hurtling across the court, this time, your aim wasn’t for an ace, but rather to set up a play that would complicate the things for your opponent.

Within minutes the score stood at 40-15. Just one more point. 

You didn't want to take any unnecessary risks, but you craved to close the match with a decisive point, one point to make it clear why you were here.  

So, you adjusted your visor, brushed your fingers over the gold chain hanging from your neck and looked up, for the first time looking directly at the woman, not even getting a good look at her, because the woman was quite far away, but the woman's disinterest helped you to clear your head and focus your mind, ignoring the bunch of other faces watching you. 

Just one more point.

You lifted the ball, the familiar weight of your racket in your hand, a quiet groan escaping your lips before you swung. Then, the sound of the impact echoed through the entire court and as the ball bounced on the clay.

Ace!

Leah was up from her seat at the same time as you fell backwards onto the clay. 

"That was incredible," Leah exclaimed, joining the chorus of applause. 

"Incredible?" Amanda asked without understanding that much. However, what truly caught her off guard was the sight of her daughter like that, grinning from ear to ear. It was common to see her like that when it came to football matches, but not usually during tennis.

"Are you kidding? It was phenomenal! If you hadn't been glued to your phone, you’d have felt the same as the rest of us!" Leah retorted.

"So, did we win?" Amanda inquired.

"Well, you have won a few more days in France," Leah replied, attempting to temper her excitement. "The final is in two days."

"Do we have tickets?”

"Of course, I purchased them in advance. I already knew Y/N would make it to the finals."

Amanda regarded her daughter suspiciously. "You're not into gambling, are you?"

"Of course not," Leah replied with a grin. "But if I were to bet on her I'd do pretty well”

As they made their way toward the exit, following the crowd, Amanda broke the silence. "Do you know that player?"

"No… not personally" Leah replied "But I watched her play at Wimbledon last year."

"Did she win?"

"No" Leah shook her head, a hint of disappointment in her expression. "She lost"

"So, she's not that good?" 

"Actually, she's quite impressive," Leah defended you. "She went up against the number two player in the world."

"What rank is she?" Amanda inquired.

"Four," Leah answered.

"Then she's not the best," Amanda said confidently.

"Mom!" Leah nudged her playfully while Amanda held back her laughter. "You couldn't even hit the ball."

"Neither could you, I remember your attempts at tennis when you were little," Amanda chuckled. "But what I don't get is why you're defending her so much"

"Because she's great, she’s talented! Look over there!" Leah pointed behind her, where a large screen displayed the game's results alongside your photo.

Amanda's eyes immediately gravitated toward the image, ignoring the points table. "And she's quite pretty," she remarked, studying your face for the first time.

"And she's talented," Leah emphasized, feeling a blush creeping up her ears. Thankfully, her hair concealed it from her mother's curious gaze.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Amanda replied with a smile.

It was a tough match, quite a tough match, but that's what you would expect in a Roland Garros final. 

The first set ended 6-4 in favor of Iga Swiatek.

You had faced her numerous times throughout your professional career, but had never managed to defeat her in an official match. Despite your old friendship with Iga, there was an undeniable intensity when you two met on the court, and you were determined to shine this time.

As the first set concluded, you sank into your chair, you had to use the break to ease the tension in your legs. Uncapping your water bottle, your fingers instinctively found the gold chain around your neck, adorned with your initials. It may have seemed superstitious, but wearing it had always brought you luck on the court.

Suddenly, your coach's voice pierced the distance, signaling for you to relax and loosen up your play. You brushed off the advice, as if you hadn't already realized that. Ignoring your coach's guidance was risky, but you already had your own voice in your mind against you. 

Taking a long sip of water, you refocused your gaze forward. Then, something caught your attention.

The same woman from the previous match was in the stands again. You hadn't noticed her before, too engrossed in your opponent. Again, that was the key to your game, you needed to block out distractions and focus on yourself and the ball. Just like you had done during the semifinal match, you needed to tune out everything else.

"How many points before your girl loses?" Amanda said, glancing sideways at Leah, who was leaning forward, her elbows on her knees and a faint blush on her cheeks. According to Leah it was from the sun hitting her face, but Amanda knew her daughter well enough.

"Don't pester me, now's not the time," Leah replied, sitting up straight in her seat and adjusting her sunglasses.

"I'm not pestering you, but you claimed that girl was fantastic. Yet, from what I've seen today, the other player seems better to me."

"Well, she's number one after all"

"So, you admit she's the best."

Leah rolled her eyes. "Y/N just needs to take a breath. After this break she'll bounce back, you'll see. She'll shut your mouth"

"If you say so."

And so it happened. You had won the second set 4-6, breaking Iga's serve at the crucial moment. The victory was almost surreal, even Leah found it hard to believe.

"Stop biting your nails," her mother said, giving Leah's leg a slap as she saw her nervous habit.

"She's going to win," Leah said without looking at her mother, her gaze fixed on you, as you refreshed yourself by wetting your hair before the final set.

"Leah, you've been saying that since yesterday," Amanda remarked, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in her tone.

"I’m excited," Leah defended.

Amanda shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "If she wins, will you approach her?"

"Are you being serious?" she said, shaking her head "What would I even say?" Leah replied, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

"You've been crushing over her for days. I've never seen you like this with someone you don't even know," Amanda teased.

"It's not a crush. I just admire her athletic ability and determination, that's all," Leah insisted.

"Well, then you two have something in common. I don’t see why you don’t talk to her" 

"Because... I just don't," Leah stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"What a coward," Amanda teased.

The set stood at 4-5 in your favor, but now it was Iga's turn to serve, and she was already in position. You shifted your weight from side to side, preparing for the shot, a smile gracing your lips as you caught sight of the red-haired woman just above Iga’s head. The woman had become your anchor, helping you refocus on your game. 

It was almost amusing, thinking that no one else existed in the crowd, just you and the woman. You could tell the woman wasn’t at all interested in what was going on in the clay. You often caught the woman glancing at her phone during the set. Yet, you found solace in playing as if you were solely performing for the woman.

However, you didn’t forget the game at hand, swiftly responding to each shot with your racket, rallying back and forth several times before you had a moment of brilliance that allowed you to execute a breathtaking drop shot in the opposite direction of Iga's sprint.

It was the highlight of the tournament, perhaps even of your career, your best point. Yet, when you glanced up and noticed the red-haired woman looking away, you couldn't help but chuckle.

With the score now at 40-AD, you needed just one more point to clinch your first grand slam title. As Iga's shot came straight towards your body, you managed to get your racket in position to return the ball. The exchange of the ball was intense, this time you had to sprint to reach a ball you never thought you could. You struck it with the edge of your racket, hoping for the best as the ball sailed toward the line.

As you watched the ball clear the net, you felt the light weight of your gold chain around your neck and remembered that luck was on your side this time.

Everything happened in slow motion as Iga dropped her racket to the ground, and moments later, you found yourself on your knees on the clay court, the crowd erupting into cheers around you.

You didn't know how, but now you were already in the stands, being hugged by your family and your team, with your coach by your side, trying to shake some of the clay off your clothes. 

"I need you to do me a favor" you said to him before the tournament staff took you away for the trophy presentation.

As Leah and her mother descended the stairs toward the exit, Leah couldn't contain her excitement. "I told you Y/N would win," she exclaimed, her hand firmly grasping her mother's arm. The trophy presentation had concluded, and the crowd was beginning to disperse. 

"It was luck," Amanda teased her daughter, though she couldn't deny her surprise at your remarkable turnaround.

"We should have placed a bet. We would have won"

"At least I won't have to endure your grumpy face during dinner," Amanda said with a playful smirk.

Leah rolled her eyes as they walked through the crowd.

"Excuse me!" A man's voice behind them interrupted their conversation. Leah's eyes widened as she recognized him. "This might sound strange… but Y/N wants to see you," the man explained to Amanda, who didn't understand the situation at all, her daughter didn’t either.

Leah felt a tug on the arm her mother was holding on.

"Uh-"

"It's Y/N's coach," Leah clarified to her mother.

"And she wants to see me?" Amanda asked.

The man nodded awkwardly. "I wish I could offer more explanation, but Y/N is sometimes unpredictable."

After a moment of contemplation, Amanda flashed a mischievous smile and nodded, gripping her daughter's arm even tighter. "Sure, take us to her."

Leah's heart raced. How was it possible that she was going to meet her crush the athlete she admired thanks to her mother? 

Your coach, after a few minutes of walking in silence, led them through a door into a room where you were lying on a couch, eyes closed.

"Hey, Y/N. Your guests are here," your coach announced, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

You quickly opened your eyes and stood up, ignoring the fact that you had just played a two-hour match less than half an hour ago. 

You were no longer wearing your visor and your shoes, but you were still in your white uniform with lilac accents. Leah couldn't help but notice that your socks were now stained with clay.

"Y/N L/N" you introduced yourself, extending your hand toward Amanda. Your attention seemed focused on Amanda, oblivious to Leah standing behind her. "I'm introducing myself because I have a slight feeling you don't know me," you said with a smile.

"Amanda," she said, shaking your hand. "Don't worry, I know who you are. A little voice hasn't stopped repeating your name since we arrived in France."

Leah blushed and glanced away.

"Oh," you released Amanda's hand and turned to the blonde, whom you hadn't noticed during either match. "Shouldn't I introduce myself then?" you asked, extending your hand toward Leah.

"No need," Leah said, feeling her mother's not-so-subtle nudge as you extended your hand. "My name is Leah, and I'm a big fan of yours."

"Your number one fan," Amanda chimed in with a smile.

"Mom!" Leah protested, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

You released Leah's hand and turned to Amanda.

"She brought me all the way from England just to see you," Amanda explained, noticing the way you were looking at her daughter. 

"England?" you asked, curious about the mention of England.

"Yes, we're from England," Leah confirmed.

"And my daughter is the captain of—"

"Mom, no!" Leah interjected, her cheeks turning pink as she attempted to silence her mother's impending revelation.

You couldn't help but laugh at Leah's embarrassment, finding the exchange amusing.

"Why are we here?" Leah asked before her mother could continue.

"Oh, right," you replied, regaining your composure. "I wanted to thank you," you said, turning to Amanda and clasping your hands behind your back.

"Me?" "Her?" Amanda and Leah exclaimed simultaneously, surprised by your words.

"Yes," You said softly, your gaze shifting to Leah, a smile returning to your face. "Since the semifinal match, I noticed your mother in the stands. Although, it's hard not to see her," you added, gesturing towards Amanda's red hair. "She was the only person in the whole court who wasn't looking at me. Thanks to her, I was able to concentrate and win. It may sound silly but—"

"Oh, don't worry honey," Amanda interjected. "They usually tell me that I bring good luck in big games," she said, nodding towards Leah with her thumb.

"You're an athlete? Sorry, what was your name again? I don't have a good memory with names," you said, this time blushing slightly.

"Honey, Leah is the captain of the England team," Amanda clarified, speaking on behalf of her daughter.

"Oh... Football? Volleyball?" You inquired.

"Yes, football," Leah replied, feeling a flush of embarrassment. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life, not even as a child.

You glanced Leah up and down once more. You had never imagined a football player could dress so stylishly. You found yourself so engrossed in observing Leah's attire that you only snapped back to reality when your coach cleared his throat.

"Well, I just wanted to make sure to thank you for your help, even if you didn't realize it," you said, pulling an autographed tennis ball out of your pocket. "I'm not sure how valuable this is to you, but perhaps your daughter will appreciate it," you added with a laugh, glancing sideways at Leah. "Well, I must be off now, interviews and all that," you explained, walking away to grab your bag. "Hope to see you two at Wimbledon," you said, winking at Amanda before leaving.

The next day, Leah found herself at the airport, keeping an eye on their suitcases while her mother went to grab something to eat. Suddenly, a notification on her phone caught her off guard.

Y/N_kz started following you

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rumour has it I masterlist

pairing: leah williamson x melody porcaroli (oc)

summary: sometimes all you need is for the public to find out about your old relationship with England's captain for you to meet the love of your life again and after all these years you're both still in love if not more

a/n: first fic so this could be bad but it should be better over time

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Leah x OC

This is the start of something Im playing around with. Feedback is appreciated, or ideas/suggestions.

She took one last look in the mirror. It was just dinner with a friend, but being a public figure meant more eyes were usually on her than most. A pair of comfortable designer jeans she had gotten from a photo shoot and a maroon fitted jumper made it look like she wasn’t trying too hard without looking like she didn’t care at all.

She tousled her hair one more time before grabbing her phone and heading to the door to grab her black winter coat and purse. The restaurant was only a few blocks from her place so it wasn’t worth the bother to drive. She didn’t mind the walk either, some of the houses on her street always went all out with their light displays and holiday decorations. Tonight was the first chance she got to walk by and enjoy them.

She was around the corner from the restaurant when her phone went off with a text notification. Even before she pulled it out of her pocket she knew what it was going to be.

Lessi: So sorry Lee, can’t make it tonight. Can we reschedule for later this week?

“Really Russo.” Leah said under her breath as she continued walking. She should have known Alessia was going to cancel. United was in town, which meant Ella was in town, and Alessia always ditched plans with others to hang out with her best friend instead. At least the last time this happened she gave a few hours advance notice. Not 5 minutes before they were supposed to meet.

Lee: Yeah, that’s fine. Tell Tooney I said hello, and I would appreciate it if she could put a few in against Chelsea tomorrow.

Leah stepped into the restaurant and headed for the bar. If she was going to be dining solo, there was no need to get a table. At least at the bar top her back was to the other patrons and she could enjoy a meal in relative peace.

The restaurant wasn’t terribly busy, but there was only one open seat at the bar. Thankfully it was at the end so she would only be sitting next to one stranger instead of being sandwiched between two. Leah crossed her fingers that the guy she was about to sit next to didn’t try and hit on her all night.

“This seat taken?” She asked politely walking up behind the seat.

“Nope. You’re more than welcome to it. Let me scoot over and give you a bit more room.” The person replied in a very obvious American accent and a deep but distinctly feminine voice.

“Oh.” Leah was caught off guard by her incorrect assumption. “I appreciate that, thank you.” She told the person as she took off her coat and placed it on the back of the chair.

After she was settled, a waiter behind the bar walked up. “Ms. Williamson, pleasure to see you again.” They said as they handed her a menu. “Start you with a drink?”

“Thank you. Glass of chardonnay, please.”

“Sure thing.” They said and then headed back down the bar.

“Regular here, huh?” The person next to her asked as they took a sip of their drink without looking in her direction.

“Not really. Only been in a few times.” She replied quietly, not really wanting to drawn much attention to herself.

“Ah, then clearly they watch women's football. As they should.”

And clearly this person knew who she was too.

“Mmm, yeah, I guess.” Was all Leah said in response.

There was silence after that, the stranger going back to their drink. They had their phone propped up on the bar watching what Leah guessed was a replay of the U.S. game against China PR from the week prior.

Leah couldn’t help herself. “What do you think of the Emma Hayes move?”

The stranger turned and faced her for the first time and Leah was struck by piercing blue eyes. Their hair was light brown and cut in a more masculine style, buzzed on the sides with the top longer and brushed back and towards one side. They had a strong jawline, but the rest of their features were what Leah would describe as soft almost. The perfect balance of masculine and feminine. Definitely not Leah’s type, but she wasn’t blind, they were very attractive.

“I think we’ll finally start utilizing the talent we have properly and stop banging our head against a wall repeatedly doing the same thing when it obviously doesn’t work. And I’m not naive, things aren’t going to change overnight. We have a young group we’re still trying to get together on the same page, but maybe they’ll all start going in the same direction at least.” The stranger finished.

“So you weren’t a fan of Vlatko I’m guessing?”

“Absolutely not. He was boring, soft, his lineups and tactics were questionable at best. I didn’t like the hire from the get go and I think he was there too long.” The stranger took a sip of their drink. “I think the powers that be got a much needed reality check. We can’t accept mediocrity and still expect to win. The women’s game has changed. Other countries are finally starting to invest in their women’s programs and youth levels bit by bit, and they are coming for the US, Germany. Being a top 5 team in the world doesn’t mean your success is a guarantee like it might have in the past.”

The waiter walked over then with Leah’s wine. She gave him her order, not bothering to even open the menu, just ordering the same chicken dish had gotten the last time she was there.

“What do you think of the move? Has a bit of an impact on league and country. Her leaving one rival and going to another so to speak.” The stranger asked over her glass before taking another sip.

“Oh, umm. It is quite the shake up. I admit I’m curious who will fill her role at Chelsea. But I’m not sure I have much to say about her taking over the U.S. team. At least not at the moment.” Leah really wasn’t looking to get into any type of potential disagreement or the like with an American about their countries football team. Keeping neutral was best.

“Fair enough.” The stranger gave a slow head nod and turned back to the game on her phone.

Leah took a sip of her wine and watched the game over the strangers shoulder. They must of had a 6th sense because they moved their phone in between the two of them without a word.

“They’re definitely disjointed. Struggling to connect between the defense and the attackers. And they can’t seem to string more than 3 passes together before they lose it.” Leah let her thoughts roll out.

“Like I said, not on the same page. There are a lot of fresh faces, which I love. But they need more time together for sure. That would help with the fluidity issue. They still need to get used to Sonnett playing the 6. I think her energy in the middle still catches some of them off guard. The speed of Thompson is hard for some to keep up with and anticipate what she’s trying to do. There is just a lot of change.” The stranger replied without so much as a glance in Leah’s direction.

It was oddly comfortable talking to a stranger about football as if Leah wasn’t really a part of that world. This person wasn’t asking her about her injury recovery, wasn’t asking or saying anything that actually had to do with Leah in any way. It was a rather nice change from her usual encounters with strangers who knew who she was and what she did for a living.

They continued watching the game in relative silence, just throwing out random comments about a play or player sporadically until Leah’s order arrived.

The waiter placed the plate in front of Leah on the bar. “Anything else I can get ya?” He asked.

“No, I think I’m alright for the time being. Thank you.” Leah gave him a polite smile.

The waiter turned to the stranger. “Another round RJ?”

“Nah, I think I’m good Colin.” The stranger pulled out their wallet and laid a bill on the bar top. “You know the drill.”

Colin, the waiter, let out a hearty laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Keep the change. You keep tipping me like this I’m going to have to start buying your rounds.” He waved the bill at her. A £50 note.

“I might let you do that. Once. But we’ll see.” The stranger, or well, RJ as the waiter had called them, got up from their chair and began putting on a camel hair coat that had been laying over the chair.

As they buttoned up their coat, Leah could help but notice how tall they were. The waiter looked to be about 6 foot, and RJ didn’t seem too far off in comparison.

“Ms. Williamson,” RJ broke Leah out of her mental calculation on their height. “It was very nice to meet you. Maybe we’ll see each other around sometime.”

“Oh, yes. It was nice to meet you as well, umm RJ?” Leah questioned. Not sure if she was to call them that or not.

“Enjoy your meal.” RJ bowed their head slightly, turned and walked away.

“RJ’s an interesting one.” The waiter said as they picked up the empty glass and wiped down the surface where RJ had been seated.

“How’d ya mean?”

“They have a drink or two, and then always hand over a £50 note. Won’t accept change even though the tab is usually less than £20.” He shook his head.

“Are they a regular?” Leah asked.

“Not sure if I would call them a regular just yet. They only moved from America about a month and a half ago, they said. Some digital job of some sort.” He shrugged. “Just holler if you need anything else.” He turned and headed back down the bar.

[ac3may]

Amorousness: Prologue

· November 2016 ·

120 SECONDS.

The harsh October wind causes goosebumps up my legs as the floodlights drown the stadium in brightness. The buzz of the crowd is electric as extra time ticks down. Miller to Henderson, the ball shoots along the wing, across to Bird, she makes to shoot.

60 SECONDS.

Gone from her feet, the ball is back on the move. Red, white, and yellow blurs across the pitch as the players move towards me.

45 SECONDS.

On the right. Over to the left. Straight down the middle.

20 SECONDS.

The balls in the air; flying, flying. Over to the right; I'm leaping. Flying, flying.

15 SECONDS.

Ball hits glove. It's powered back to the pitch. The next chip is made.

6 SECONDS.

Ball and gloves reunite. This time a catch.

3 SECONDS... 2 SECONDS... 1 SECOND...

The whistle blows.

The white noise of the crowd is immediately gone. Cheers, screams, and shouts echo across the pitch. My teammates bombard me. We've done it! Tears spring to my eyes, and I drop to my knees. 

WE'VE DONE IT!

Sheffield United W.F.C. are the official 2016 Women's Super League 2 Champions!

All the emotions that flood my body as the whistle blows overwhelm me to the point my knees give out and tears begin streaming down my face. I feel pressure on my back as my teammates, my friends, begin my final dogpile of Sheffield United.

"WE DID IT! We did it! You did it! You absolute legend Brighty! What a save!" The shouts in my ears come from my football bestie, Avery Bird. With a breathy laugh, I bring myself back to reality. Continuing my laughter I spin onto my back, knocking the ball out of my hands, I tug Ave into my arms. "We just did that! What on earth? How? What?" My disbelief is expressed through my giggles as we squeal at each other before rolling apart.

Leaping to my feet, I go and hug all my teammates for the last time before we're herded in to collect our medals. After many hugs, handshakes, and trophy cheering we split off to celebrate with our families and friends off the pitch.

Tucking my gloves into the waistband of my shorts I'm tackled into my hardest hug of the night. Wrapping my arms up I breathe in the sweetness of my sister's perfume, the scent immediately easing my mind. "I am so, so proud of you Dottie! You're a star!"

Pulling away from each other I'm instantly brought into more arms. Mum pulls me into my biggest cuddle of the night and her sobs of pride encourage my glossy eyes to begin leaking again. "Oh, darling! I'm so proud of you baby, such an incredible save as well! You saved that game, well done hun!" With a kiss on my head, a tight bear grip joins the hug and I hear my dad's gruff voice, "amazing baby girl! Truly amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

The final family members to congratulate me are my big brother, Billie, and his fiancé, Beatrice. "You did good kid! Well done!" He grins while ruffling my hair, as Bea hands me a bouquet, all varying shades of red and white, a meaningful Sheffield tribute that earns her a one-armed hug.

Pulling back I send a punch to my older brother's arm before wiping my sleeve across my face to clear the tear tracks. "I cannot believe that was it," I breathe, "my final United game and I end with the ball in hand? How often does that happen to anyone!" My breathy disbelief quickly turns to overenthusiastic chatter.

"It was incredible Dots! The way you bounced back after the first dive as well! Incredible pace." Dad compliments. Millie and Billie began discussing the details of the game tossing compliments everywhere but before I can focus on the words they were saying I hear the call of my name.

"Brighty! Brighty!" "Come sign my shirt Ollie!" "Oh-Em-Gee! Ollie Bright! Oh my gosh! I can't believe it!" Spinning around I spot my oldest friend, Bodhi, with his curly blonde hair tucked away under a beanie, blue eyes gleaming bright, and my other best friend, Oakley, bright red hair whipping in the wind as they shout from the stands - obviously not daring to jump the barrier as my family had. Rolling my eyes and grinning brightly I wave and head over to the blockade to pull my two best friends into half hugs over the bar. "Shut up, you dingbats!" I chuckle.

"For real Olls! This'll be worth a LOT when you're on you're a Lioness, girl!" Bodhi hypes me up mockingly. "Shut up dude, I'm barely a league player yet!"

"You will be though! We all know it Dots!" Billie pops into the conversation, as my siblings join the group. "Nah, nah. That's all Mills!" I reply, reminding everyone of the pride I hold for my big sister's first Senior England cap earlier this year. "We'll be out there together one day Dottie, stop being so humble," the girl herself nudges me.

"Yeah, well this guy will be away surfing in the tropics by the time it comes around. Won't even make a game," I throw back, as I tease the younger boy. "Well, I'll be at every single one of them! Be all over your socials with all my pics, I will." Oakley, my photography-obsessed friend, jumps into the conversation. "I'll hold you to that ya know," I point at her as my dad's arm drops over my shoulder.

"Right, ready to head out?"

"And you're sure you've got everything, Dottie? Toothbrush? Football boots? PJ's?" Mum frets about, checking my belongings through all the car windows as she spoke to me, "oh! Mr Ted! You mustn't forget Mr Ted! Are you sure you have him?"

After our traditional post-match meal and catch up at our local pub, The White Knight. Friends and family gathered back at the Bright household as it was time for me to make my leave. Although I had already experienced my fair share of emotional goodbyes as Billie and Bea had to head out early to meet Bea's brother for birthday drinks.

"Yes, mum!" I sigh, "I promise I have everything! And anything I don't we can pick up when we're back for Christmas, all right?" I enforce, pulling her into a hug. "Oh darling," She sighs, a tear slipping down her cheek, "you'll call, won't you? Dad didn't get you that fancy phone as a leaving present for nothing." Emotions are high, with her youngest child leaving the nest it's understandable. "Yes, mum. I promise!"

"Leave off Nicki, she's a big girl and she's got Mills looking after her too remember!" Dad's gentle hand on mum's shoulder encourages her final tight squeeze before she pulls back. "You're right, you're right. Millie dear! You'll take good care of your sister, won't you?" Her volume dips as she moves to fret over her eldest child. That is Mum's best way to deal with her sadness, by worrying and caring for everyone else.

Being left with Dad we both shake our heads at her antics as we watch her walk away, "we'll all miss you Ottie-Dots. But we're so, so proud of everything you've achieved; everything we know you'll achieve." Looking up, his face has dropped from the last time I'd glanced at him. "Pops," I whisper with a frown, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh baby girl, it's going to be so quiet around here without you," he frowns.

"Hey," I nudge him, "what happened to me being a big girl, ay?" I gain a chuckle as his eyes weep ever so slightly before he pulls away and wipes at them. "You'll enjoy the peace after dealing with your tornado child for 16 years," I add.

Nudging me back with a grin he jokes, "tornado child is certainly right! Within a week we'll be missing your god-awful shower karaoke and having to swat at you for sitting on the counters though." We laugh with each other before he nods across to where Bodhi, Oakley, and Ave are standing with their heads down, chatting in low tones, "you should go, say goodbye." With a slow nod, I agree and walk towards my little ragtag group of best friends.

"You guys plotting all the laughs you're gonna have now I'm leaving?" The sarcasm leaves me before I can control it as I join my group. Ave has tears silently streaming down her cheeks and shakes her head at me, despite being the oldest she's certainly the most emotional. "I can't even joke with you right now Olls, I can't believe I'm admitting to missing you," Bodhi speaks, as he raises his head and I see a storm in his, usually bright, blue eyes. "We love you so much Olls. It's not gonna be the same playing without you." Ave is the next to speak, latching herself onto my neck. Being the youngest on the team I was terrified of the idea of making friends, but at my first practice, Avery approached me with a smile and asked to be partners. Despite being two years older than me we immediately clicked and she never made me feel worse for being young. Never got jealous over the fact I'd signed for a bigger team either, not like some of the older women.

"We have something for you though," Oakley begins, "it's nothing much, you know we're all strapped for cash. But just so you don't forget us." A sob is brewing in her throat as she finishes and from the bag at her feet, she produces a scrapbook. ’Scruffy + his girls' scrawled across the front in, what is obviously, Bodhi's awful attempt at bubble writing. "Aww, guys! You didn't have to! Thank you! I'd never forget you guys though." I blink back my tears as I inspect the cover page and hug Oakley in thanks. My friendship with Oakley started in year 7 at Eckington Secondary. We were in the same form group and our surnames came next to each other on the register, Bright and Connell, we sat next to each other in every seating plan in every single class and quickly became joint at the hip after, bonding over our dislike of ketchup in history.

"Okay, my turn," Bodhi demands, snatching me close as I bury my face into his neck, trying to store his classic scent of sandalwood with a hint of coconut in my memories. Being neighbours since birth there have been very few days where I haven't been able to wander into the Strike's garden and climb the treehouse outside his window to ask if he wants to play football, trade Match Attax's or beg him to teach me to skateboard. But also, climb through and ask for a cuddle on a tough day, or rant out all my frustrations over a game of Fifa where he’d give surprisingly good advice. "You make me a promise Dots?" He mutters into my hair. "What?" I whisper. "Don't be lonely, yeah?" He pulls away, holding me at arms-length, "make some friends at your new school, on the team! Wherever you end up. Heck! Maybe get a boyfriend," he exasperates, "or girlfriend - if you swing that way?" He then adds with a cheeky wink, classic Bodhi.

"I promise I will not be a sad, lonely, slob Bodes," I joke, "but you know as well as anyone my love life is non-existent and very likely to stay that way." With a solemn nod and a flash of hurt in his eyes, he nods in realisation.

"I love you and I will miss you all, you're gonna get sick of how much I'm calling you," I announce as I back away from my friends and over to Millie.

"You ready to go kiddo?" She asks, pulling me into her side and glancing down at me. "As I'll ever be," I nod, before taking a step away and around the car. I pull my parents in for a final hug, telling each that I love and will miss them.

After my final goodbye, I climb into the car, pulling the seatbelt across my body. Millie also bids our parents goodbye and joins me in her car, turning on the engine, the heating and the radio she glances at me before reversing out of the drive. I wave to everyone standing under the streetlamps, even Bodhi's parents standing in their open doorway.

Glancing down at the scrapbook in my lap I finally let a tear fall, landing and dissolving into the blue card across the front.

"Chelsea, here we come."

[mercurycft]

i find myself so funny icl

[bronz3y]

m a s t e r l i s t

~ player x reader/oc ~

[ georgia stanway ]

Needy girl (smut)

Anxious Love (multi part story)

chapter 1 - mentions of anxiety

[ leah williamson ]

[ viv miedema ]

[ beth mead ]

[ alessia russo ]

first time - smut

[ mary earps ]

[ lucy bronze ]

[ ella toone ]

( i can write abt any players on each team, but these are the players i write the best x )

[lvnleah]

okay I’ve started writing my Leah Williamson series, The Williamson’s, where Leah and her wife start a family but…

Would you like it to be Leah x Own character or Leah x reader?

originally was going to be Leah x Lia Wälti but I’ve now got a different series planned for them <33

[randombush3]

WOSO MASTERLIST

slightly overloaded with requests but feel free to ask!

LEAH WILLIAMSON

stay away:

(leah x oc on wattpad) Jaimie de Voss doesn’t get distracted. Until she does

ONA BATTLE

falling (for you):

you’re clumsy but your girlfriend doesn’t mind

me tengo que ir:

[blurb] based on the song by karol g

you're not sorry to go, a sense of coming home:

ona and you are best friends, but it is more complicated than that

MAPI LEÓN

you made your mark on me:

you fuck up the arrangement

JENNI HERMOSO

angel of small death & the codeine scene, cherry wine:

jenni comes to paris, and you have her deeply confused about most things

ALEXIA PUTELLAS

hold me close:

[alexia x oc on wattpad] Fleur de Voss and her new captain really don’t like each other, and it’s making life at her new club more complicated than it needs to be

take me home:

you have a late-night visitor that you cannot turn away

labor omnia vincit; ubi amor, ibi dolor, audentes fortuna iuvat, dies irae, revocate animos (with or without me) + BLURB, BLURB:

if you and alexia were posh and becks, this is what it would look like

stuck with you (where else would i be?):

[blurb] a little look inside a long distance relationship

too sweet:

[blurb] based on the song by hozier

(extremely talented, creative) stalker:

alexia's a little weirded out about a painting of herself being sold at a gallery

fugaz:

[blurb] based on ‘un bolero’ by martox

love's gonna get you killed:

alexia is older, wiser, and trying to make you the best. in doing so, she loses sight of more important things.

cool about it:

you can't find inspiration for your play

the end of the world:

[blurb] loosely based on 'i want you' by mitski

my kink is karma:

[blurb] loosely based on the song by chappell roan

recuérdame, que te quiero, busco lo de antes, te hacemos falta, ojalá te amara:

you wake up. you can't remember when.

the winner takes it all:

an unexpected wedding invitation ruins your mood (and summer).

CLÀUDIA PINA

never leave again:

(clàudia x oc on wattpad) Talia Segura goes to Barcelona in hopes of uncovering a secret of the past. She doesn’t expect her entire life to change

LEILA OUAHABI

roadside romance:

when leila’s car breaks down, you swoop in to help her out

[fandomficsnstuff]

Masterlist

Last updated: February 2nd, 2025

RDR2:

Arthur Morgan

Puppies

Prompt 113 - “Where did all these puppies come from?”

Always

Can’t help it

Arthur Morgan x OC(Leah Riverra)

Redemption For All, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, - Still Writing!

Charles Smith

A love left behind

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, - Abandoned!For now:(

Summary: Your dad owns a ranch in between Thieves Landing and Armadillo, doing business with both Blackwater, Armadillo and Tumbleweed. One day three strange men show up on your land, a man with a scar across his face, an old bearded man whose horse has a literal mustache, and a tall and handsome man, both black and indian you think. What are they doing here and how will you deal with them?

A simple wish

Prompt 39 - “I wish we could stay like this forever”

Javier Escuella

Maybe one day

Spanish Lessons

Dance with me

Bill Williamson

Idiot

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Game of Thrones:

Daenerys Targaryen

Little Dragon Summary: You were a child slave of Meereen, when one day a silver haired woman sets you free. Though your master isn’t too keen on letting you go, and Daenerys took personal action to see you freed and taken care of.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20-Final, Epilouge

Dreams and Hallucinations

The Dragon’s Daughter - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, - Still writing!

Sandor/The Hound

You don’t have to be afraid

Prompts 44 & 51 - “I’m going to take care of you” “I want to take care of you”

Care

Wolves And Hounds 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, - Paused for now!

Gendry

Princess

Prompt 55 - “Shut up and kiss me already”

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The Walking Dead:

Daryl

Hope

Perfect Match

Guardian Angel, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, - On hold!

Negan

Those Things’ll Kill You, 2

Chocolate and Lipstick

Non Specific

Days Gone By Masterlist

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Lord Of The Rings

Legolas

In Just A Second, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, - Abandoned!

Soulmates

Leolas x OC(Ruth)

A Chance Encounter, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10-Final

The Hobbit

The Company of Oakenshield x OC(Ruth)/PLATONIC

Unexpected Company, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15-Final

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Vikings:

Ivar the Boneless

Special, 2-Final Part

Real Man

Healer, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17  - Abandoned!

Across Time, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39,  40-final

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Late, 2, 3-Final Part

Forgive and Forget

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Harry Potter:

Draco Malfoy

Avis

Valentine

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Hannibal(show):

Hannibal Lecter

Fresh Meat, 2

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Merlin(show):

Merlin

Witches and Wizards, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, - Paused!

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Sons of Anarchy:

Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford

Old lady 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, - Still writing!