#Netherlands girl attacked

[tamilethnicity]

Horror as girl, 11, stabbed to death in broad daylight - police arrest man, 29

A man has been arrested after an 11-year-old girl was stabbed to death in a town in the Netherlands. Dutch police have said the emergency services were called to the town of Nieuwegein after the stabbing at about 3pm local time (2pm GMT) on Saturday (February 1). Despite their best efforts, paramedics were unable to save the girl’s life. Neighbours told Dutch daily the Telegraaf that the girl was…

[enwoso]

Maybe younger Williamson reader causing trouble

The setting could be at training

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DOUBLE TROUBLE — lionesses x williamson!reader

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you and your big sister leah were polar opposites.

leah had always had a sense of seriousness to her, a strong defender whom always had a frown donning her face in team photos but always seemed to have a strong dress sense to her.

whereas you, you couldn’t be more opposite if you tried. you were a midfielder, an attacking midfielder to be specific and your family were sure you didn’t have a serious bone in your body always finding something funny out of any situation even sometimes when it wasn’t very appropriate as well as not really caring about you wore, if you could you would be in a tracksuit twenty four-seven.

but there was something you and your older sister shared a strong love for and that was football and more specifically a strong love for arsenal.

you both falling in love with the club with each match you went to see when you were growing up before you started playing — and maybe it was a was a little because you wanted to be just like your big sister when you were little, not that you would ever give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

so being with your sister and playing football with your sister both at club level and international level meant you spent a considerable amount of time with each other. and with that you knew exactly what made you sister tick and how to do it quickly sometime at your teammates expense when they would have to deal with the after affect of her.

“y/n! get back here now!” leah huffed as you ran off with her left boot in your hand, rushing down the hallway of st george’s park and placing the bright white boot on the first random shelf you passed, placing it carefully hoping to not knock any memorabilia off the shelf before racing further down the hallway and into the canteen.

a smug smile plastered on your lips which the team had learned to know this meant you were up to no good. “what you up to now, trouble?” beth raised her eyes brows with a knowing smile as you slipped into a seat opposite the blonde as she was sat on a table with alessia and ella.

“pfft me? i wouldn’t ever be causing trouble” you played off as cool as cucumber as you regained a normal breathing pattern. beth giving a knowing look towards alessia and ella as they both nodded, they knew trouble wasn’t far behind you.

“mhm and pigs can fly-“ beth mumbled taking a sip of her drink as a stifled laugh left the lips of both alessia and ella.

“i’m a literal walking angel, ask my mum!” you grinned sweetly, a hum coming from beth knowing that your mum did in fact think you were an angel and could do no harm and so when in practice was something that always riled your older sister up.

you sat there with a smug smile on your face as you joined into the girls’ conversation about the uncoming match in the netherlands, discussing some places you may go if you get the chance on your downtime.

but maybe instead of being so tuned into the conversation you probably should of been watching your surroundings as then may you have seen-

“what the fu- leah!” you screamed as you sister yanked your chair from the table, you almost falling off as the eyes in the room turned to look at what was all the commotion about.

“i’m gonna give you three seconds to tell me exactly where my boot is-“ leah said through gritted teeth, as she pinned your shoulders to the chair. a sense of urgency in her tone as the team was to be out on the fields for training in the next thirty minutes.

“-otherwise you can find yourself doing hill sprints while everyone’s warming up.” leah gave your sarcastic smile as she let out a sigh, a light giggle leaving your lips knowing you had done your job today and officially pissed your older sister off in probably record time, considering it wasn’t even eleven am yet.

“oh c’mon le, you wouldn’t do that to you own sister-” you gave her a loving smile as the blonde just raised an eyebrow, showing no signs of cracking.

“watch me.” leah paused before continuing, a noise of stifled laughs and some pats on the shoulder as some of the team passed, knowing how it was going to end. having seen the situation play out one too many times on camp and at club.

“three-“

a small gasp came from your as you reached up to hold a hand to your chest, as you pouted “your own blood, your baby sister leah. remember that!”

“your twenty two?”

“exactly. your basically a fossil-“ you casually say holding your lips together to hold the laugh that was so desperately trying to escape as a few ooo’s could be heard in the room but quickly where shot down by the death glare that was given to them by their captain.

“two.” leah’s patience was running thin, extremely thin.

“you really need to loosen up le- it’s just a bit of fun.” you shrugged as leah’s face was donned with a deep frown clearly bored of your silly games, you on the other hand were enjoying every second.

“or you just need to grow up?” leah quipped back quickly as the comment left a smirk on your face, your mouth hanging open slightly.

“well at least i won’t have permanent frown marks on my face-“ you mumbled under your breath as that was leah’s final straw, a laugh huff coming from her.

“just tell me where my fucking boot is!” leah voice getting a little louder with each passing word she said as your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“you said i had three seconds and you’ve only-“

“ONE! now for the love of god will you please-“

“mhm since you asked nicely it’s literally been over there the entire time-” you lifted your arm up slightly with the little movement of your arms that you had from them being pinned to the chair by your older sisters firm grip.

leah’s head quickly spinning around to see where you were pointing to, her grip loosening on your shoulders so your took your chance using your strength and bolted out the chair while your sister was focused on scanning the room for her boot which had in fact not been over there the entire time.

but before leah even processed what you’d said, you were out the chair and out the room as chorus of laughter filling the room as a defeated sigh come from your sister.

“she’s such a pest!” leah groaned loudly ironically sitting down on the chair you had just bolted from, leah giving up on chasing you knowing that’s what you wanted her to do.

beth getting up from the table after watching the whole scene take place and getting some enjoyment from it.

“she’s such an angel, our little williamson eh!” beth laughed patting the english captain on the shoulder as a role of the eyes at the comment,

“more like pain in the backside!”

but even with the amount of winding each other up the two of you did to each other, at the end of the day you were sisters and you would always have each others backs.

[trulyhblue]

Communication

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Dutch! Reader Blurb

Warnings: fluff, REALLY bad translated Dutch, language barrier.

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Moving from your childhood club AFC Ajax was the hardest change of your life, but the easiest choice of your career.

You signed your first professional contract with them when you were fifteen, making your club debut in the same year. After six months of fitting into the squad, and having the opportunity to play in the Champions League as a substitute, you were asked to play for your first international camp against New Zealand, where you came away with a 2-1 win. From then, you have continued to be chosen for the National Team’s 23-player squad, continuously representing them as both a starter and a sub.

You were known for your agility, speed, and footwork, both on the ball and against both attacking and defending players. Being a midfielder, your job to maintain possession and create chances felt like a breeze to you, and your pure, sheer talent landed you with many of the most assists for the past three years.

Despite the friends you made at Ajax, you knew that opportunities to strengthen your player profile and widen your skills across the world were a dream of yours. You were a huge fan of Arsenal growing up, your parents taking you to games when they could.

When the opportunity arose to represent your country at the 2023 Women’s World Cup, you don't remember doing anything but crying for the days following your selection. You played your heart out that whole tournament. And while you didn't make it to the Semis, you walked away with a once-in-a-lifetime experience, with clubs worldwide wanting you as a part of their team.

Moving to Arsenal was a no-brainer. Not only were you a massive fan of the name itself, but they were among the best players in the world. You knew Victoria and Viv from the Oranje Leeuwinnens, and you had been told that you’d move in with Vic for the first couple of months upon your arrival, so the weight of the move felt lighter than many anticipated. You were roommates with Vic during Camps. But, in contrast to your Netherlands teammates, you didn't know an inch of English.

Well, other than the obvious words like Hello, Good Morning, and Goodbye, you were hopeless.

So, when you arrived on your first day of training alongside Victoria, you couldn't help but cringe at what was about to unfold.

“Ze weten dat je geen Engels spreekt, y/n.” They know you don't speak English. She spoke, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into her chest. “Ze zijn allemaal erg aardig.” They are all very nice.

You didn't reply, choosing to keep your arm around Victoria’s waist, your eyes filtering over each of the girls.

“Ah, hier is ze!” Ah, here she is. Viv said, walking out from beside Beth Mead, jogging towards you, eloping you into a crushing hug.

“Ik heb je gemist, y/n, hoe gaat het met je?” I’ve missed you, y/n. How have you been? She asked, holding onto your shoulders as she kissed the top of your head. The London chill meant that you were wearing a black long-sleeve under your shirt, its hem being detained in your hands. The chill of the air nipped your cheeks. The Netherlands were cold, but so was London.

“Hetzelfde. Ik ben goed.” Same. I'm good. You let out meekly, noticing a bouncy Beth Mead waddle over to the three of you, holding her hand out for you to shake. You had played against Beth before, and of course, you knew her from Viv, so you made sure to look her in the eye when you shook her hand.

“Hi!” She sounded cheerfully, keeping a ball at her feet. “I’m Beth!”

“Y/n.” You replied, trying to reciprocate her delight with a small smile. “I'm Y/n.”

Your eyes widened slightly when a ball came flying at the four of you, causing you all to yelp out and duck before it hit anyone. Everyone looked in the direction the ball had come from, a strong, Irish and Australian accent on cue to yell out.

“Sorry!” The duo cringed, running over to retrieve the ball with a grimace.

“Katie kicked it.” The Australian one said, but you didn't understand. You saw the pained expression on her face, and how the Irish woman, who you knew as Katie, glared at her in shock.

“It was a joint effort, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh, fuck off, no it wasn't—”

“Ze vechten.” They’re fighting. Victoria muttered to you, making you laugh.

“Ik dacht.” I figured.

The two girls were silenced after another woman came marching up to the growing group, looking at you with a stern expression before softening the crease between her eyebrows. You knew she was Kim Little by her motherly stare.

Next to her was Jennifer Beattie, an Arsenal Defender. She had her arms crossed around her chest, shaking her head in false disapproval before strolling over to you, calling out to Jonas, whom you had met when you discussed your contract.

You felt like crawling into a hole and dying, the whole occasion of being introduced to everyone made your skin crawl. Of course, no one necessarily made you feel out of place, but you refused to let Victoria’s arm go throughout the whole ordeal. You knew most of the players due to their prominence in women’s football. Most of these women set the scene for how the sport is seen today, and the mere thought of them knowing who you were was surreal.

The two girls that were arguing before, Caitlin Foord and Katie McCabe were the first to come up to you. Victoria told you they were sorry, and you shook your head and brushed the apology off, not really knowing how to say the right words in English.

Steph Catley and Leah Williamson came up to you next, saying very few yet simple words before hugging you and wishing you luck. Alessia Russo was next, and you couldn't help but giggle as her cheeks went red as she started to speak.

“Erm— sorry, hold on.” The striker looked at Pelova, who prodded her on with her hands. Russo looked back at you, trying hard to remember what she wanted to say.

“Leuk… Leuk je te ontmoeten. Erm- sorry. Ik hoop… Ik hoop dat je geniet… van… Londen.” It’s nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy London. You knew from her strained expression that she was well aware of how much she butchered the language with her English accent, but you pursed your lips together and smiled gratefully. The thought was genuine.

“Thank you.” You muttered, your slim vocabulary in English coming in handy. “It’s… nice to meet you, too.”

Alessia looked to be most accomplished with herself, asking Victoria a question before she was cut off by Jonas’ booming voice.

You waited, trying your hardest to latch onto an idea of what he was saying, but gave up when you felt someone behind you pulling you away from Vic’s side, leading towards the other end of the pitch.

When you faced the girl in front of you, she must've realised that she had startled you, since her eyes widened at your expression.

She was short, but your height, with a scrunchie in her hair and a training jumper over her Jersey. You couldn't count the hundreds of freckles that patterned her face, her doe-like Brown eyes looking at you with a mix of shock and awe.

“Hello, my name’s Kyra. Steph told me your name is Y/n… Jonas said that we are partners, so you can start if you want.”

You didn't say anything. You wish you could, but the words that left her lips were foreign. You felt a flush run across your face, humiliation at your lack of words hitching your breath. You must've looked so stupid since the girl waited for you to reply. Everyone was set off into pairs, a ball adorned between each of them.

The girl in front of you had the ball, picking it up and fidgeting with it in her hands. You stared at each other in silence, neither of you particularly knowing what to do. It wasn't until the girl put the ball to her feet, kicking it towards you, that you communicated in some way.

Instead of talking, the girl showed you the drills, pretending to be Jonas by overexaggerating her actions by marching around, waving her hands vigorously, and using the ball to make you laugh at her ridiculous impression of your Manager.

Her number was thirty-two, yours was thirty-three, and somehow it made you feel more of a connection with her. She was very patient if you didn't understand what you were doing the first time around, and you began to wonder if number thirty-two was trying hard not to talk just for the fun of it.

She never made you feel as if you were annoying her with the lack of audible contact, in fact, she looked to find it a fun game between the pair of you.

No one chose to interrupt or try and sever the consecutive numbers, finding Kyra’s unusual silence amicable in contrast to her typical outgoing self. Both Viv and Vic were eyeing you from where they stood with their respective partners, hesitant about the choice of Kyra as your partner, as you two were very different personalities. But after a while, the two Dutch women stopped looking to see if you were okay, hearing your faint giggles from the view of a giddy Kyra enough to reassure them.

Because of this, training went by quickly for everyone. Today was a pretty easy session, similar to the ones you knew from back home. You knew you were wrapping up when Kyra started juggling the ball, singing a loud tune before passing it over to you.

You moved your feet up and down as you juggled the ball from one foot to the other. Kyra giggled when she missed the ball you passed to her, tripping over her own feet and rolling around on the floor, clutching her stomach in laughter. You did this for a while, before Kyra dragged you across the field and to the stack of drink bottles.

You didn't really know where you were going, so you let Kyra take your hand and lead the way, walking behind her as you passed the bike rack and towards the indoor fields.

You didn't begin to doubt Kyra until you had pretty much walked the length of the training centre, where you had long discarded the fields you were once training on.

“Kyra.” You ushered, making the Australian stop in her tracks at the sound of your voice. She pivoted on her heel, staring at you absolutely gobsmacked.

You looked around, trying to find the words to get across what you wanted to say.

“Say it in Dutch,” Kyra answered, catching a glimpse of your reticence.

You thought to yourself for a second before nodding. “Waar gaan we heen?”

Kyra’s eyes widened, obviously not comprehending a word you said. She looked around, trying to find a solution.

She grabbed your hand again and led you down another corridor, pushing past a few doors, weaving through the never-ending maze of rooms before finally making your way back to the locker rooms, where Vic had taken you to drop off your possessions before training.

Kyra rushed to pick up her phone, waddling over to you, typing away vigorously and smiling up at you when a voice rang from the device.

“Ik kom uit Australië.” I'm from Australia. The voice spoke.

You laughed, taking the phone from the girl’s hands and writing down a reply.

“I know. I can tell by your funny accent.”

Kyra gasped, snatching the phone off you and furiously writing down a retort. You couldn't help but gape at her fondly, biting your lip at the sight of her concentration.

“Mijn accent is niet grappig, mijn grappen wel.” My accent is not funny, my jokes are. The phone sounded.

Before you could type out your own reply, Kyra went back to typing, but instead of letting the audio play, she squinted down at the translated sentence.

“Ik zou je… veel grappen kunnen… vertellen, weet je? Zou je ze graag… willen… horen?” I could tell you heaps of jokes, you know? Would you like to hear them?

For some reason, the Dutch that left the Australian’s lips left you gushing, nodding your head up and down as you grabbed her phone.

When you translated the sentence you had written down, looking down at the words in utter confusion, you sighed. Kyra was definitely no expert in your language, but you were just downright pathetic in hers.

She must've noticed your dismay since she looked over your shoulder, pointing at the first word. “Yes… but do you… have time... to tell… them all?”

She waited for you to sound out each word, humming and nodding in recognition when you repeated the sounds.

She smiled at you, taking her phone. You waited for the audio to play back to you. Kyra’s smirk only grew when she handed her phone back to you, the Contact App up on her phone — your name typed in and phone number blank.

You laughed, and she did too.

You could get use to this communication.

(just pretend it's you)

arsenalwfc : Cooney-Cross showing Y/L/N the ropes before our big clash on Sunday!

Comments:

kyracooneyx — best partner‼️ Laten we gaan gunners (let's go)

^ yourusername — 💗💗

^ user2 — THE DUTCH 😭😭😭

^ user3 — sleeping on the highway tonight, they're so cute 💔

User7 — the eyes chica 😍😍

katie_mccabe11 — quietest training session yet LOVE YOU Y/N

^ kyracooneyx — um rude 😡

vivannemiedema — Where did you two go after training?!

^ kyracooneyx — um, home? 🥰

^ victoriapelova — HAHAHAHA

kimlittle10 — welcome Y/N ❤️

^ yourusername — 💗

User1 — the duo we never knew we needed 🙌🏼🙌🏼

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bethmead_ — happy to have you here Y/n!!!!

^ yourusername — Thank you ❤️

^ kyracooneyx — what about me?

^ caitlinfoord — what about you? 🤣

^ user4 — HAVSJDVSJSHSJS I'm dying

User5 — Y/n doesn't speak English, how did they even talk? Lol

^ user6 — Viv and Vic are there. I'm sure she was fine.

User7 — she's not even that good, at this point they're just getting anyone.

^ kyracooneyx — womp womp

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Number Thirty-Three 💗

You : what does ‘womp womp’ mean?

Ky : Niets, net als het. Xx Nothing, just like it. Xx

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[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 87)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (67) / Alexia Putellas x Character (43) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (22)

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YFN POV

“Luce…”

Lucy responded with a grunt almost, her hair in a messy bun with strands stuck to her forehead as she sweat. God, she was a sight. YFN couldn’t help but admire her from her position on her back as her body jerked up the bed. Lucy was standing at the foot of it with YFN’s braced leg resting against her collarbone as she rocked in and out of her with obsession. One hand was holding her knee safe, the other holding her hip as she fucked, the sweat dripping down those pronounced abs of hers.

The room was humid, filled with the smell of sex and sweat, Lucy needing to control her before the game. She needed to be in charge, and YFN understood it. Lucy hadn’t felt in control of anything since the night of the attack, and she knew that. They’d always been surrounded by too many people to really do anything about it, but tonight, she needed to be her best against the Netherlands. The Lionesses needed to beat them for a chance at the Olympics, and so she needed her power back.

YFN had absolutely nothing to complain about. Lucy had been finding her control with her for the past 3 hours, and she was so spent that she worried how the footballer was still going and not even that, but how she’d be able to play for 90 minutes after it.

“Last one, little one, you can do it.” She encouraged as if she hadn’t been doing most of the work.

God, she wanted to reach out and stroke her abs. Squeeze her bicep. Grab her tit. But she couldn’t, not in this state. Instead she settled with her hand gripping the sheet tightly above her head, trying to stop her body from jerking so much as the footballer fucked her.

She could feel her excitement dripping down her ass and the angry sound it made as Lucy’s strap pounded in and out relentlessly. Her body was simultaneously tired and wanting more of her. She was hurting, but in the best possible way. And she’d never tell Lucy. She’d already been so gentle with her, and so creative in the ways she’d made her come already. So the only thing she could so was to hold on and take what she was given. Like a good girl. Like Lucy’s good girl, as the Englishwoman had kept reminding her throughout.

“AH! Fuck! Luce… Luce I’m.. argh I’m… coming-”

“Not yet.” Was the commanding response, though one look at Lucy and she could tell she was barely hanging on. “I’m almost there. Wait.”

YFN held on until she thought she’d break. She held on until she was so worked up, so on the edge that she’d fucking explode from it. And when she was there, thankfully, Lucy was ready.

“O…kay…” she grunted her permission as they both shook so aggressively that the bed felt it.

Lucy couldn’t stand after that.

It was the first time she’d ever seen her like that. She withdrew herself, removing the strap and tossing it, and then kissed YFN’s leg on her collarbone before sliding down onto her knees in front of her. YFN saw her wince as she hit her knee, and prayed it was just an awkward landing.

Lucy rested her head on the inside of YFN’s thigh and closed her eyes, catching her breath.

“Jesus christ.”

“What…. What the fuck was that f..for? Where did that come from?”

She felt a lingering kiss on her thigh. “Because I love and adore you, little one.”

She gave a happy hum in response and only spoke again when she could feel her body getting cold and needy for Lucy’s touch. “Can I have you up here when you’re ready?”

“In… a minute.. little one. Just.. give me a second.”

Truthfully, it didn’t take her long to recover. When she was ready, she kissed the inside of her thigh in multiple places, followed by her core, and then moved up the bed to lay next to her.

“There’s no way you c..can play a full game after that..” YFN stressed.

“Watch me,” she replied with a lazy grin forming. Her eyes were hooded and she held a kind of calm that only came post-orgasm. YFN loved seeing her fuck-drunk. “How are you, little one?”

“Very happy,” she murmured, enjoying Lucy’s fingertips tracing her naked torso like she owned it. “Very well satisfied.”

“You’re mine.”

“Oh, I think you’ve proven that.”

A happy hum. “I’ll prove it more when you’re all better.”

YFN chuckled as she stared into her favourite green eyes. She reached out to wipe those sweaty baby hairs from her forehead. God, she was beautiful. “I think you more than make up for it with your creative ways, Luce.”

Lucy admired her a little longer before pressing up onto her elbow and kissing her slow and loving. Much different to their pace the last few hours.

“I’m going to win tonight, little one. I promise.”

“I know, love. I’ll be right there watching.”

LEAH POV

“Just tell me when it’s over.” YFN said with a blush as she tried to cover her face.

Leah couldn’t help but chuckle as she pushed her wheelchair through the crowd, using her as an excuse to not stop for photographs and autographs. It was smart, really. Usually she gave her time to fans, but today wasn’t about that. Today was make or break for the Lionesses in their Paris Olympics journey.

She looked at Jordan who was encouraging her as she strode next to YFN. “We’re almost there, chicken. Promise.”

It warmed her to see Jordan so encouraging with her.

As they were led into the family and friends section, the fans disappeared, instead replaced with faces she knew. Relatives of players. Friends who she’d met on numerous occasions and tried to remember their names. The arrived at their spot and Jordan locked the wheel, kneeling down to comfort her as she looked around. Wembley stadium was always so impressive. They were in a private section where regardless if people stood, they’d still be able to see the field. Not too high, but not too low, and close to the tunnel.

“Hey girls!”

Leah spun to see Alex and Jill arrive, greeting them. Lucy had arranged the section and wanted YFN to be surrounded by as many people she knew as possible. She couldn’t help but appreciate being able to see that side of her. She never saw that when she was with Keira, though her best friend was notoriously private.

The Bronze’s arrived not too long after, filling out their section nicely, and keeping YFN amused enough to stop worrying.

Finally, Jordan was less busy and could sit next to Leah, their thighs happily pressed together, though her attention on the people around them. She was an introvert until it came to the people she knew well. Leah was just happy that she was leaning back into her, as if to reassure herself that she was still there.

“God why don’t we just start the party now?”

Leah’s head whipped around to Jill and she shot her a look. Jill looked to YFN and gulped, though her attention was very much on Lucy’s niece and nephew as they showed her their Bronze shirts.

It was her birthday, and if she was upset that no one had said happy birthday to her yet, she seemed to be hiding the fact very well. Lord knows just how eager Jordan was to celebrate her friend, and Leah had needed to keep her relaxed and her mouth zipped during the day.

The group chatted while the girls warmed on the field, Lucy looking up to Leah to make sure all was okay which she gave a nod and a wink that it was. That woman couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off YFN but Leah was too distracted with Jordan. With having her back next to her. They both should have been on the field but this was the reality now, and she felt warm inside knowing that Jordan would be here to watch her when she was ready to play again. She just wished that they could play together again. At England, or another club. She placed her arm across the back of her chair and Jordan automatically moved back and against her as she chatted to Alex, as if she hadn’t even thought about it, just did it.

The Lionesses took to the ground and after the anthem, the game started, with their attention shifting to that.

Within 12 minutes, the Netherlands scored and Leah groaned. She looked up on the screen and saw the camera doing a close up of her reaction and pretended not to see it. When it disappeared, back to the game, she leant forwards to whisper in her girlfriend’s ear. “Jord?”

“Mmn?” She asked, turning towards her with her eyes still on the game as she sipped her drink. She was so pretty that Leah wanted to kiss her then and there. “They’re going to put us on the big screen at some point…”

Jordan turned to her with wide, misunderstanding eyes. “O..oh. I’ll move-”

She began to move away, but Leah caught her. “No, Jord. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with people knowing we’re together.”

Her face brightened, though she tried to downplay it. It ended up being a simple, shy smile. “I’m more than okay with it.”

“Good.”

The Lionesses were agitated in the first half with Lucy fouling and Alex getting a yellow card 31 minutes in. Shortly after, the Netherlands scored their second goal, putting it 0-2. Leah swore. The camera found her again, though this time, she made sure her attention was on Jordan while her arm was around her, so they had to zoom out to see the pair together. Leah’s arm draped casually over her shoulder, as Jordan interlaced her fingers with Leah’s dangling hand made quite the statement.

She’s mine, she thought. And now everyone knows.

The thought of social media going wild made her internally groan, but she’d already warned her publicist about it. It was a non-negotiable for her, and she’d made him aware before their night, because she had a statement to make.

LUCY POV

Lucy was pissed. This was supposed to their game. Their comeback. The Lionesses had something to prove. And worst of all, she’d told YFN she would win. Never had she ever imagined that her first thought would be that. It’s the game she grew up with.. her first love. First obsession. And now she wasn’t even thinking about anything but her little Australian up in the stands. She hadn’t even looked up at her as she’d left the field. And what’s worse, is that she knew that YFN wouldn’t be disappointed at her at all. She’d only be supportive. She took a deep breath and thought about that as she waited for the second half.

They were 2 down at half-time and without Leah there, the team looked to players like Millie and Keira. Both were not good at encouraging the girls like Lucy was. And so, she stepped in and provided all of the motivation she needed to get them back out there and into the right headspace.

The second half was better. They’d regained control again, and after their first sub, Georgia scored, assisted by LJ. They didn’t celebrate, but she crowd sure did. She looked up at the big screen to see it panning to Leah, her arm around Jordan as they clapped. They were public again, then. She would have smiled if she weren’t so focused.

Immediately after that, Hempo scored, assisted by Georgia. The team celebrated then, and Lucy let and a cry of joy with them. As they scrambled back to their spots, she yelled at them to keep their focus.

“It’s not over, girls! Do what you need to do!” She yelled, and they listened.

Both teams slowed the game down with multiple substitutions just after that, needing fresh legs for the final part of the game. There were chances on both sides, Lucy becoming more aggressive and almost earning herself a yellow. She did just enough to frustrate the Netherlands, and by the time they were into overtime, everyone was on the edge of their seats.

It can’t fucking end like this, she thought. Everyone else might have been happy with a draw but she was not.

“Come on girls!” She yelled, urging them up the field.

1 minute into overtime, Ella scored, assisted by LJ. Lucy yelled and jumped, worn out but running on adrenaline. They were winning. They just needed to hold on.

4 excruciating minutes went by, and the final whistle blew. It was over. They’d beaten the Netherlands. She’d won at Wembley on her girlfriends’ birthday.

Lucy celebrated down with her teammates quickly before climbing up into the stands. Her family was there, but she had one target, and when she found her, the world went quiet. She wrapped her arms around her and picked her up onto her one good leg, holding her tightly. It had been her intention all day to finally kiss her in public at a game, like they’d discussed several times. Lucy wanted this. It was important to her for some strange reason that she didn’t even realise herself, though from over her shoulder, she caught sight of her family and friends section on the big screen and right next to her and YFN holding each other, Leah kissed Jordan for the world to see. Lucy couldn’t even be mad. She smiled to herself and buried her head deeper into her without hurting her. Tonight was their night. She’d kiss her in Scotland instead.

“I knew you’d win.” YFN stated confidently against her cheek.

“Oh?” Lucy queried, pulling back and smiling. “How?”

She looked so proud as she smiled up at her, exposing those dimples she adored so much. “Because you promised me you would.”

Lucy showered and changed as quickly as possible, needing to get to their late dinner. 10pm wasn’t particularly late for her as she was so used to having dinner at that time in Spain, but in London it was a rarity. Luckily, it was a Friday night.

She picked up YFN, as Leah gave an excuse that she needed to take the Bronze’s. YFN didn’t even question it. She was so excited for their win, that it’s all she was thinking and talking about.

She made sure she was all comfortable in the car and clipped her seatbelt across her, taking a kiss on the lips as payment.

Lucy drove them towards the restaurant with her hand held between YFN’s as she spoke about the match and how incredible Lucy had apparently been during it. She looked over at her every chance she got.

It was her birthday, and she hadn’t mentioned it once. She turned twenty-nine today, though no one would have known if Lucy hadn’t organised the surprise dinner. To be fair, she knew she’d done quite well. She’d managed it all with the help of Leah, and had distracted her girlfriend from thinking it was anything but the Lionesses celebrating with their families.

They headed into the restaurant, where they’d had their kiss together, and Lucy stopped just outside of the reserved section. She pushed the wheelchair to the side and picked her up as if it were their wedding day.

Her eyes widened as Lucy stood in front of the door, holding her like that.

“Luce.. what…?”

“I know you don’t want to be seen entering like that, little one.” YFN clutched onto Lucy’s collar with her free hand as her grateful, emotional little smile came out with tears pricking her eyes. “I’ve got you.”

Lucy kicked the doors open and felt YFN jolt in her arms as the group yelled in unison.

“SURPRISE!”

Her eyes widened in complete shock. She truly had no idea, and they’d all got to witness it first hand. Her mouth dropped open as she looked around at the group, the balloons, the confetti, the sign on the wall saying, ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY YFN AND JORDAN.’

Lucy allowed herself to look away for a second to where she gave Leah a grateful smile and she returned a wink as she clapped.

Their night was perfect. The drinking, the laughing, the presents, YFN getting to celebrate with her friend. It was a perfect joint party, the mood heightened by the Lioness win. Most of the girls from the club were there with close family and friends, as well as some of the older club members like Alex and Jill, along with footballers Lucy had spoken to at the Lumos event. Mainly Arsenal as although Katie and Caitlin were off at their national teams, they had still managed to round up their team.

YFN made sure she made time for everyone, including her original group of Lumos co-workers who seemed overwhelmed by the squad Lucy had managed to assemble.

At one point in the night, when she was helping her to the bathroom, Lucy made sure to kiss her exactly where they’d shared their first kiss. If only they’d known then where they’d be now. YFN took that moment to thank Lucy again and again as she kissed her. She wasn’t used to birthdays around friends.

Later on, she facetimed with her nan and brother, before blowing out the candles on the cake with Jordan and cutting it up for everyone to enjoy.

At the very end of the night, when everyone was just about to start to leave, Lucy received the phone call she’d been waiting for and answered it, holding the phone up for them both to see a very tanned, very happy looking Alexia and Ridley on the other end.

RIDLEY POV

“Alexia…” she murmured against her forehead.

Alexia made a small, disgruntled noise and shifted slightly from her position laying half on top of Ridley. She liked to know she was close, always.

“We need to go…”

Another mildly annoyed, half-asleep noise. Amongst her mumbles, she heard the word “time.”

“It’s 6am…”

“Why…?”

She stroked her fingers along her side, feeling her shiver and seeing the goosebumps rise, knowing it would help to wake her. “It’s 11pm in London. We need to call Blue in an hour for her birthday.”

She took a deep breath and raised her head, looking absolutely stunning. She was without makeup, her face freshly naked from her sleep, and this is when Ridley was the most attracted to her. The person no one else got to see. The real, unfiltered Alexia.

“Give me 10.”

Alexia was a lot more awake when they arrived on the mainland of Thailand, though Ridley was on edge. She tied the aircraft up down at jetty and was again greeted by a ��taxi’ driver who took them into the local town. Alexia was dressed in flip flops, jean shorts, a tight white shirt which showed off her figure, a simple black bag slung across her body, her hair was up in a messy bun with a dark floral bandana and yellow tinted metal framed sunglasses. She was gorgeous, and Ridley just wanted to touch her. To hold her close. To even just put her hand on her back and show everybody who she was with.

She led her to a café and sat down, ordering breakfast. Ridley immediately spotted the Pa Wai special forces acting as civilians around them. They acknowledged her in their own ways, and she returned it.

After they ate, Ridley slipped the battery into her phone to make their call. She spotted a suspicious looking man watching them and her first reaction was to hand her phone to Alexia and ask her to call Lucy as pretended to dig around in her bag, but really, she signalled below the table at the Pa Wai. She saw their heads spin to the man watching them. He seemed oblivious to everything else. They waited for him to make a move first.

“What's this?” Alexia asked.

Ridley looked briefly at what she was looking at. It was the two photos she’d taken on Alexia at the festival. She’d sent them to Blue.

“You looked beautiful,” she explained, and was rewarded with a soft expression. “I wanted to preserve that.”

Alexia leant over and kissed her softly on the cheek. Half of Ridley softened, and the other half tensed, knowing he was watching. Now he knew they were together.

Alexia called Lucy and suddenly they were talking to the pair. Ridley painted a smile onto her face, with Alexia naturally smiling still from the photos. They wished her a happy birthday, and Lucy handed her the present she’d left for her.

“What is it?”

She rolled her eyes. “Just open it, Blue.”

She saw the man watching them move around the back of the building and one of the Pa Wai operatives follow. She hoped he didn’t have weapons stored back there. She put her arm around the back of Alexia’s chair, ready to rip it backwards if they needed to duck.

Blue opened her present and her eyes teared up as she looked down at it. Ridley had to look away to stop her own emotions.

“It’s… but how….”

“It’s from Lex and I.” She felt Alexia look at her, not having known anything about it. “I found him when I visited London again this year.”

Blue looked down at her old teddy, the one that had provided her with so much comfort throughout her younger life. She’d lost him when they’d moved around so suddenly, and Ridley had found him in a box in her London apartment.

“We,” she looked at Alexia, “know that Lucy will be back and forth to Spain with Barca, and I know you sleep better with him.”

Lucy was silent, but she smiled at Ridley through the phone while Blue hugged him to her chest. She felt Alexia’s hand rest on her thigh below the table and knew she’d done something right.

“Thanks, Riddles. It’s perfect, as always.”

“I love you, Blue.”

“I love you, Riddles.”

They ended the call and Ridley removed the battery from it, putting it back in her bag. At that point, the operative hadn’t returned and another went to check the situation. Ridley turned to Alexia. “I’m going to get us some patongos. They’re a typical sweet Thai breakfast that I’d like you to try. Would you like anything else?”

She shook her head and held that look of adoration on her face. “You’re a good friend, Lee.”

Ridley smiled in acknowledgement and stood, walking away and gesturing to her to the Pa Wai. Eyes on Alexia.

She rounded the back of the building and spotted the trail of blood immediately. She followed it into the tall grass reeds and heard the knife swing before she saw it. She ducked backwards and shoved at the hand, grabbing it and punching him in the throat. He stumbled backwards. Only then as she took another step forward did she see the two Pa Wai operatives. One was dead. The other was injured and on the ground, gripping at the severed artery in his thigh as he tried to fashion a tourniquet.

The knife swung again, and she swore she could see money in the mans eyes. He looked like he was Thai, himself. The hit on her truly was bringing everyone out of the woodworks, though the knowledge that he was Thai eased her a bit. Perhaps she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and he recognised her face.

Regardless of how little she knew of him, he was a killer. A contract killer. She needed to make quick work of him. She managed to get the knife from his hand and after knocking him off balance, she whipped her extended arm across in front of her, slicing his throat swiftly, and ducking to avoid the blood spray. She felt her stitches rip as she ducked into a crouch and inhaled sharply, watching as he clutched at his throat, stumbling backwards. As expected, he was dead within the next minute.

She cleaned the knife and helped the operative tie his tourniquet. She offered to help but he shook his head and called his back up. When they arrived, they ushered her away, and she left.

She entered the back of the restaurant, collecting some patongos and came back to the table. As soon as she saw Alexia safe, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She pasted a smile onto her face moved towards her, putting the donut-like food in front of the footballer. She sat and turned to Alexia who was staring into her eyes like she knew what just happened. Ridley’s jaw hardened. Alexia looked down at Ridley’s thigh which was dripping blood down her leg. She could explain that. It was okay.

But then she looked at her face and reached out, wiping her thumb across her cheek and showing her.

“Whose blood is this?”

[agendabymooner]

who is kenough ! mick s. x ofc (filipino!nanny!ofc)

summary: a "barmacher" truther couldn't accept the sight of arthur leclerc and barbie blanco spending their time together (alone) in the netherlands after the summer break, and mick schumacher wasn't happy either.

OR the mercedes driver had to put his foot down on the rumours surrounding his "best friend" and charles leclerc's brother by simply... stating what he had to say.

content warning: use of explicit language, mention of fictional child (kimi vettel) tweets (literally just from one stan because why not), brief arthur leclerc x ofc content, stan hates arthur (with barbie), mick = ken, fluff, brief moments of "fucking finally", let's pretend for a moment that the f1 outro doesn't play at the end of the race everyone (mick wins the race)

note: i wish our delusions are just manifestations in secret... (i've been listening to ryan gosling's push while making this) anyways enjoy and let me know what you think xx

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arthur_leclerc posted a story !!!

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liked by estebanocon, landonorris, charles_leclerc

user1 OH MY GOD?!!!

user2 someone check on that barmacherstan girl from twitter i think she's having a heart attack atm

barmacherslovechild you don't know that 🤔

belongvettel it's been a good eight years for me, seb and your parents ❤️🙌 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher i bet 😅

belongvettel i was really worried we'd have to come back from the dead before you two get together 😉

user3 YES BABY YOU ARE KENOUGH INDEED 😭

estebanocon i was ready to tell everyone about the two of you tbh 😕 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher it's a good thing you didn't - you're a bit of a loud mouth when drunk

landonorris awwww "besties" 😩❤️ liked by mickschumacher

oscarpiastri arthur_leclerc look what you made mick do

arthur_leclerc finally???

mickschumacher 😒

danielricciardo just how oblivious would you two have to be in order to get together??? liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher we've been dating since february???

user4 what 😄

user5 you have a rizz?

charles_leclerc i almost pushed arthur off the road when i saw his stories with her tbh liked by mickschumacher

user6 charles is a barmacher truther confirmed !!!

barblanco i think the barbie and ken is overdoing it mahal 😭 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher it's not like i can say "she's everything and he's everything" now can i? it'll always be "she's everything and he's just ken" 💖

barblanco you've been watching too much barbie movie again and i love you for that 🤣😍

mickschumacher *cheers in victorious ken* no i love YOU schatzi!

mickschumacher posted a story !!!

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[doudouneverte]

Unfinished task

a/n: it took me a lot of time to finish it sorry...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Lena Oberdorf x AWFC!Reader; Arsenal WFC x NEDWNT!Reader

Summary: Based on this (requested by anon)

Type: Fluff

Warning: me,tion of heart attack and nothing else (i think)

word count: 4983 (sorry)

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2018/19

This season, everything changed for you. To start, you made your first step and scored your first goals in Frauen Bundelsiga for Essen with your best friend Lena Oberdorf. Talking about the German player, you and her were known to be pretty close; your mom raised you alone, and she was not very surprised when you told her that you wanted to play football. Growing up in a family of football fans who had some relatives who played with the legend Johan Cruff helped. You started with a boy team, and that's where you met Lena; she was also a girl, pretty good, and despite her roughness on the pitch, you quickly became friends. She was a solid midfielder when you were a more agile and versatile player.

Life couldn't be better for you, but that's when we're talking about the second reason this season is so special for you. A few weeks before the end of the season, you planned to take a new step in your and Lena's relationship. You started to see her as more than a friend a few months after she assisted one of your goals. But life is not always so simple and so great.

In May, during a training session, the coach told you that your mom had a heart attack at work. Her life wasn't in danger, but they allowed you to leave earlier. At the hospital, the doctor told you that your mom overworked, and this was certainly caused by the stress. Your mom didn't tell you, but you knew she worked more than necessary to be sure she could attend your game without any work left to be able to celebrate with you every time you win.

But the worst happened when the doctor told you that she would need an aldut around to make sure it didn't happen. Another adult—that was the problem. You never really met your father; your mom divorced him when she learned that he cheated on her when she was pregnant. Of course you could call your grandma, but she was in Netherland, and you knew she was a little too old to keep an eye on you and your mom, and then the only available option was your aunt Marina.

After you called your aunt, she immediately booked a flight. You knew that in this situation, you had to do something you would probably regret your whole life. You had a meeting with the coaching staff to ask them something, and just before your last match, you had your response: at the end of the season, after only a few matches, you'd be a free agent and leave the country.

The girls knew nothing about that—well,  maybe just one, but you knew that if you had told her, she would make you doubt, but you couldn't. It was only when you were at the airport that you wished her good luck for the next season and told her about your departure.

2019/20

It's been more than two years since you left Germany. Of course, at first things weren't easy; you spent the first part of the 2019–2020 season literally jobless. You didn't have clubs; you continued to train on your own, but you spent almost all your time helping your aunt at her work. That was like this until you ran into someone you didn't expect to see after all these months: Vivianne Miedema, and she wasn't alone; she was with Jill Roord and Danielle Van De Donk.

Of course you knew who the forward was; she was literally one of your models when you started your career, but what you didn't know was that she knew you. After a few talks, you explained to her why you were not in Germany and, more importantly, why you hadn't played since the start of the season.

They were truly sorry for you and said they wished they could do anything, but you assured them that they couldn't do anything for that and that you would eventually try to found a new club even if you had to spend the rest of the season training by yourself. Apparently they decided to take things in her perfectly because only a few days later you received an unexpected call to let you know that after the three Dutch players talked about you to their head coach, Arsenal was open to giving you a chance, but you'd have to wait until the winter transfer window to offiacilize everything wich you accepted without thinking.

Until then, you continued your routine: help your aunt in her job—well, being not really qualified for it meant you just moved boxes all day, and after that, you spent some time with your mom and sneaked out in the night to train. That was like this until you signed. In Germany, Lena was attracting the interest of a few clubs when she saw the news. She wasn't really attracted to the WSL until then, and honestly, if it weren't for random posts on her Instagram feed, she would surely have missed it.

The midfielder wanted to call you to tell you that she was proud and happy for you that you could play again after what happened, but she knew you wouldn't reply. It was selfish, but since you moved, you gradually stopped speaking to your ex-teammates. At first, you said to yourself that was because you would probably drop the football a few months after you landed in London, but you finally accepted the reality. You didn't want to have anything that reminded you of the incident, but you were also too cowardly to say all the things you never said to her.

Your debuts were pretty good; of course you started on the bench, but when the coach gave you your chance, you took it. You even scored in your first London derby against Chelsea, and even if you lost, everyone could see that you were more talented than anyone else. But unfortunately, COVID came, and with that, the end of the season.

2022/23 

A lot of things happened during those three years: first, your mom found a new job in your aunt's company; second, you signed another deal with the London club; and finally, the most important thing: you made your first steps for your national team. Being a Dutch player raised in Germany, the two federations wanted you in their team, but you decided to represent your mom and also spend more time with Viv, who had basically become your big sister since you joined the Gunners.

And it was with your oranje kit that you properly saw Lena for the first time in almost four years. Yes, Arsenal faced Wolfsburg last season in Champions League, but you were injured, so you couldn't play. During your pitch inspection, you noticed someone staring at you. You tried to distract yourself by talking with Esme and Vicky, but you were cut off when Lynn and Jill said that some of their Wolfsburg teammates wanted to meet you.

If Viv was your calm and collected big sister, Jill otherwise wanted to be the cool one. She always did some dumb thing to make you smile and see her as cool as she was. Lynn quickly grew into a very close friend of yours, even with the distance. After reluctantly agreeing, you made your way with the two girls to the German players.

Here you were in front of Lina Magull and Sydney Lohmann, who just got kicked out of the Champions League because of you, but like Jill said, there were also some Wolfsburg players, and that's how you found yourself shyly waving to Alex Popp, Feli Rauch, Svenja Huth, Jule Brand, and the only real familiar face, Lena Oberdorf.

Except for Viv (who was not there), Jill, and Dom (who knew how to put two and two together), nobody really knew about you and Lena. Well,  some knew you played together, but nobody knew you were very close friends, and you messed up (almost) everything after you moved to London.

"Guys, this is Y/n, she's a little shy, but she's very good on the pitch." Jill introduced you proudly.

"We already know that." Lina said, and you looked at your feet.

"Sorry," you mumbled, "but you are very good too." You added a little, unsure of what else you could say.

"Wait, are you the same Y/n who played for Essen with Lena?" Jule asked, and when you saw Jill smirk, you knew it was something she planned.

"Uh, yeah." You looked at Lena "Yeah, it was a good moment." You smiled lightly, but it was enough to be noticed by the midfilder. Something in you wanted to pull her away from anyone and tell her that you were sorry about everything, but before that, you had a game to play.

The game went pretty well, even if you lost only 1-0. You showed one of your best performances on the pitch until you got subbed off. After the final whistle, you made your way to congregate with the opponents. When Sydney asked for a jersey swap, you accepted, and the Bayern player was floating in your jersey. Her teammates didn't miss the opportunity to comment on what made Lena feel something—something she thought she had been above for a while now.

In the tunnel, you were talking with Dom when Lena came, slightly interrupting you, but the older Dutch player didn't seem to be bothered by that. "Can we talk?" She asked, and you nodded before following her. "So..." she started before pausing for a moment. "You played really well."

"Thanks, you too. It reminds me of when we were in the old time." You responded and almost instantly cringed at your word choice "Well, it's not that we're so old or anything; it's just that..."

"It's just that it's been a while since we've seen each other."

"Yeah, that's it." There was a little silence after your reply, like you were both processing what you just said.

"You...you've changed a lot since 2019."

"Uh, yeah, I grew up a little."

"And you did a little work out?"

"Oh that's? It's a funny story; when I went to London, I was free of any club, and I started to work for my aunt's company, but she just assigned me to the physical job, and after I signed for Arsenal, I kept doing this, and here I am now." You chuckled lightly at the end.

"I think it's funny that when we were little, I was the one who looked like a boy, and now look at you...you're...handsome." You lowered your head, hoping that Lena didn't see you blush at her compliment.

"Thanks, you are beautiful too." Now it was her turn to blush. "Maybe one day we should—" you couldn't finish your sentence before Alex called her teammate "I think it's our cue to leave," you said, and she nodded and quickly hugged you before she left.

Later this night, you sent her a DM on Instagram. You talked a lot, and before you forgot, you gave her your new phone number. Back in London, you were still in your little cloud until Vicky reminded you that your next opponent in the Champions League would be Wolfsburg, but before that, you had a game against Manchester United, where you unfortunately lost Leah.

At the end of April, you were in Germany, ready to play one of the biggest games of the season. The two teams made their way onto the pitch, and like everyone except  you were on the starting eleven. It was funny to see you being almost taller than every player, knowing that you were one of the younger. Your job today was to stop Sveindis' offensive and try to assist Stina in the box.

What should be a hard game became almost impossible when you were tackled by Lena for the first time rather early in the match. Lying on the grass, you took a moment to stand up until two people held you theirs hands. You unconsciously took one of them, and instantly, when your skin touched others, you felt a familiar warmth. On your feet, you were not disappointed when you saw Lena in front of you. She seemed a little worried, but you reassured her with a smile and a gentle tap on her shoulder. That was something she used to do every time an opponent was rough with you, and it became your thing to show that you cared about each other.

The match didn't go as planned, but you still gained a draw before the game at the Emirates. Back in London, you proposed to Lena that you see her before the next game. You told her that your mom wanted to see her. You felt relieved when she finally accepted, and now you had to wait a week to see her.

One week later, you were in your bedroom, emptying your wardrobe with Viv and Beth, trying to choose an outfit for the day. "Well, why don't you try the outfit that Daan brought you for your birthday?" the Dutch asked.

"I lost it," you instantly replied.

"How can you—" Beth started before being interrupted by another voice.

"Y/n always lost or forgot things," Jill said throught your phone. She proposed to help you with Lynn, so you facetimed them a few minutes ago, but they were more focused on whatever the young Dutch was watching on her phone. "Do you remember when she almost forgot her boots before a Champions League game?"

"Oh, come on, it was once," you groaned.

"Yes, but if Viv wasn't there, you would have spent the game on the bench." Beth reminded you.

"Okay, I think we got it; now can we focus on the really important thing?"

"Yeah, girls, let's focus. We're talking about Y/n's first date since a while." Lynn said, and you groaned again.

"It's not a date; it's just a lunch with my mom." You said.

"It's not?" The two girls thought the phone asked at the same time. "So why do you need us to pick an outfit?" Jill added.

"Because...because I promised to my mom that I'd try to wear something other than a jogger, and it's been a long time since I spent a whole time almost alone with Lena, so I want to look good."

"If you want to look good, you can just go without a shirt." Jill joked, making Lynn and Beth laugh, while Viv just sighed. Sorry, but well, you built a good body, so why not show her?"

"Is that even a serious question?" Viv asked while you picked some clothes in the big bazaar.

"Okay, I'll be right back," you said before exiting the room. The girls were talking until you received a text from Lena. Well, from what your teammates could see, 'Obi💪🧸'.

Obi💪🧸:

Ich bin auf dem Weg (I'm on my way) 

You came back just when Viv was about to call you. Your two Arsenal teammates looked at you; they didn't say anything; they just let you get a little unsure if it was a good choice of cloth, but when you were about to speak, you heard Lynn and Jill cheering you on the other side of the phone.

"Go catch the girl," the midfielder said, and you rolled your eyes before you took your phone and saw the text from Lena. You didn't wait more before you left a little anxious, even if you didn't know why.

This afternoon was perfect; your mom was more than happy to see Lena again, and she didn't miss embarrassing you in front of her. When you drove her back to her hotel, you took some time to apologize about your departure a few years ago, but she told you that it was okay because she knew you couldn't do something about that. And after that, there was the game in London.

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At the end of the game, you lost 2-3. You were more than gutted, of course; you conced a goal in the last minutes of extra time. The Wolfsburg players came to congratulate you, and even if you found it cruel, you were still professional. Dom stayed with you until she was sure you were okay. Of course, Viv, Jill, and Lynn also came to check on you. You were trying not to be too emotional when Lena approached you. The Dutch players exchanged a look and gave you a quick glance to make sure you were alright before they let you with the German midfielder.

In this moment, a lot of thought invaded Lena's mind. She wanted to hug you to tell you it was okay and you fought pretty well, but she also knew that as someone who plays to win, it was not something she would want to hear herself. So she just gently rubbed your arm and gave you a weak smile. It was fascinating that even after all these years, she still understood you so much. "It was a tough game," she said, and you nodded. "I'm very happy and proud to see you play again, even if it would be better if we played together."

"You can come play here," you remarked, making her look at you with wide eyes. "I mean, if you want, of course. I don't want to force you to leave everyone; it's just that I miss playing with you too." You confessed, "And I'm sure you'd kill it in red." You joked.

"Thanks, but I'm not ready to leave my green shirt for now. But..." she started, making you raise your eyebrow to her. "But you can let me try yours to see if you're right." she explained. It took you some time to process what she meant, but when you did, you couldn't stop a little smile from appearing on your face.

"Very smooth, Oberdorf," you replied while you started to take off your shirt. Today was not particularly hot, but Lena sensed a hot wave rising in her body until it reached her face, and she started to blush. "And here for you," you said, holding her your shirt. Her eyes lost themselves a little on your tall figure before she took it and "maybe" brushed your fingers together on purpose.

She thanked you, and when she was about to take off hers, you stopped her. You didn't say anything until you quickly walked away toward Dom, who was talking with Feli. Lena had her eyes fixed on you through the entire process when you talked to the defender before she left you with her teammates and then came back with what seemed to be a Wolfsburg vest that she gave you, and you made your way back to your best friend.

"Where were you going?"

"I just needed that," you said, showing her the vest.

"For?" You covered her with her vest just enough to let her take off her shirt, protecting her from the public's view.

"Wow, did I miss an episode or something?" Vicky asked some players next to her when she saw what you did. The women around—who were basically all your team and some of Lena's teammates—turned their heads to where the Dutch were looking.

"Oh, Daan will really like that." Lynn was visibly excited to tell your national teammates that.

"Are they dating?" Gio asked.

"No, not yet, but don't worry," Jill said just loud enough to be heard by Dom, who was next to her and earning a strange look from Viv because of the expression she was making.

After your jersey swap, you walked with Lena to where you let almost everyone. You were close, but not close enough to permit anyone to misinterpret anything. Sometimes your arms would touch her while you were walking, and those little touches made you feel something deep in you. In the tunnel, you stopped her a little far away from the group, and the German looked at you with a confused look.

"Can you promise me something?" You started, and when she nodded, you continued, "Promise me that whatever happens in the final, you will not win."

"Yeah, I promise—wait, what?"

"Yeah, you heard me."

"But I want to win."

"And me too, but I want you to win the Champions League with me. That was your idea when we were little," you reminded her, and she laughed.

"I can't promise you that."

"Well, at least I tried," you joked. "More seriously, good luck for the final; I will come to see you."

"Thank you, and I wish you come. It would be different if you can't be there."

Later on the bus, Lena was questioned by a lot of her teammates. She knew that even if they were tired because of previous events, they wouldn't stop until they had their answers. But even if the German plaeyer was more than happy from your last interaction together, she felt like it was too soon to hope about something, despite all the teasing from her teammates and Jill's confession about the fact that she didn't see you so comfortable around someone other than Dom and Viv. While the midfielder was stuck with everyone's attention, the Dutch defender texted you, first to know how you were doing after you had to leave the pitch because of a bad tackle and then to ask you something about one of her next matches.

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Two days later, you were told that your little injury would make you miss the next two games. You mentally cursed yourself because you knew when you went to the ball that you wouldn't avoid getting hit by the defender. Tryin not to overthink, you asked to take at least one week for you, which the coach was happy to give you. You used this week to help Laura and Leah with their injuries; you also spent some time with your mom and your aunt before you booked a flight to Germany. You don't know how, but your mom told you a few days prior that someone sent you a ticket for the DFB-Pokal final between Wolfsburg and Freiburg.

At the airport, you were surprised to see Lynn and Jill waiting for you. They helped you with your luggage, and they explained to you that the ticket was Dom's idea. Of course it was hers; she always perfectly knew how to read you, so when she saw how Lena talked about you and how you acted, she knew for you that somehow you may have the chance to finish what you couldn't a few years ago.

On the day of the final, the VfL locker room was more secretive than usual—at least that's what Lena was thinking. Except for Lena, all the players knew something special could have happened today. Sensing the weird atmosphere and some gazes on her, the midfielder asked Jule what was happening, but after a quick glance to her teammates, she found the courage to keep her mouth shut, even if it was more suspicious. But the short brunette didn't have too much time to think about it because they had to warm up before the kickoff.

The game started like usual, and at halftime, the two teams were 1-1. Even if the girls in black and green were a little pissed by the result, they were more concerned by something else: Lena hadn't spotted you in the crown yet. But it was a good thing; that meant she was totally focused on the game and nothing else. Back from the locker room, fifteen minutes later, you saw Lena talking with Sveindis, and the midfielder seemed to sense your eyes on her because she suddenly stopped and was about to search for a reason for this strange feeling, but she was met with Alex instantly. The striker looked at her teammates with a confused look before Lena shoved the strange feeling away and made herself ready for the second half.

Like you expected from them, Wolfsburg easily won at the end of full time. The joy quickly erupted from one side of the stadium, and of course, you were among the ones who were celebrating. After a few minutes, you waited for them to give both teams their medals and the cup for your best friend's teammates, and then you were escorted by a guy from security to the pitch to your own surprise. Once on the pitch, you were quickly dragged to the group of players by Lynn, and there you congratulated the girls until you found yourself behind a certain number 5. Ewa Pajor was talking to Lena until she saw you; she just looked at you and excused herself to her teammates.

A little confused Lena decided to search for Jule, but when she took a step back, she collided with someone, and when she turned around to apologize, she opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She blinked her eyes quickly, making you laugh, and when she heard your voice, she finally found her voice back. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Oh, rude. I thought you would be happy to see me," you replied.

She stood there for a moment, processing everything, and when she came back to her senses, she enveloped you in a tight hug. It took you by surprise, but you finished by reciprocating the hug. With her, everything seemed easier. The little touches, the confessions, the hugs and–and now it clicked in your mind, an almost forgotten feeling.

"I thought you wouldn't see me play until June, but wait, aren't you supposed to have a match this weekend?"

"Yeah, but thanks to a certain defender, I sprained my ankle, so I can't play for now, but I should be alright for the next week." You informed her.

"Oh, that sucks" she commented.

"Yeah, but I should be back in training the next Monday," you assured her.

"I see," she said, looking around to see a lot of eyes on her. "Uh, actually, it's cool that you are here because there is something I have wanted to ask you for a moment now."

"Uh, yeah, me too, actually." You smiled when you saw her surprised expression, but you couldn't brush away all the attention. "Do you mind if we go somewhere a little more calm?" She nodded, and you followed her a little farther in the tunnel. You stood there for a few seconds without saying anything; you were just admiring her. "So, first, congratulations for your victory; it was a great game; you played very well, like always." She blushed at your praise, "but I'm here for another thing. I want to tell you something, but please don't interrupt me until I finish, right?" After a little hesitation, she nodded.

"Okay, I don't know where to start, so I'll just start from the beginning. I wanted to apologize again for letting you go without telling you anything a few years ago. I know you already accept my excuses, but I need to tell you why I did what I did. At first, I planned to ask you out for the end of the season, and then it happened what happened but I didn't have the courage to talk to you about it because I feared that somehow you would reject me, so I used my travel as an excuse to stop talking to you. But then, there was this friendly game when I saw you, and when you didn't seem to be angry by that, I realized that I messed up. And after that, there was our first game in the Champions League, and my crush for you came back. Well,  it's not really a crush; it's a strongest feeling. It's like I'm–"

"In love?" Lena interrupted you.

"Uh, yeah, but how do you?"

"Because I feel it too. Honestly, I should be angry about everything, and I was when you left me, but then I learned what happened with your mom and I saw you play for Arsenal, and it was like all the anger dissipated because I had seen you for a long time and you seemed happy. I wanted to ask you out too before you moved out, but I never had the chance. I don't even know how long I've fallen in love for you, but I don't know it's—I don't know."

"It's easy?" You asked, and her look told you that it was exactly what she was searching for. "Me too. I don't know why, but it's so easy to fall for you. I don't know if it's because of your eyes, your smile, your heart, or everything, but yeah, I love you. So, after four years, I can finally say this: Lena, would you go with me tonight on a date?"

The midfielder wrapped her arms around your neck before slowly approaching your face. She gave you enough time to push her, but when you didn't, she kissed you. You only pulled appar when you needed some oxygen, and Lena was giving one of her brightest smiles.

"So?" you asked when you remembered she didn't give you a proper answer.

"I would love to."

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7 p.m." you said before quickly pecking her lips when you heard some footsteps coming in your direction. Lena's teammates found you totally engulfed in Lena's little body. You saw Jill and Lynn exchanging excited faces while Dom seemed to be proud of her work.

After the team saw the two of you, you were required by almost all the youngest players and Jill to explain what happened. Dom stayed behind with a blushing Lena: "I told you," the denfender told her. The midfielder just looked at her and gave her a hug to thank her.

[fdelopera]

The Amsterdam Pogrom is likely part of the terrorist attacks that the Islamic Republic of Iran has been threatening Israel with, and the Netherlands was likely working in collaboration with the IRI to plan this attack.

The Police in Amsterdam had advanced warning that the pogrom would happen, and they facilitated the terrorists in attacking Jews.

This means that the Netherlands is once again collaborating with a terrorist state to murder Jews, just like they did with the Nazis in World War II.

The Netherlands and Iran planned this pogrom on the 86th anniversary of Kristallnacht, just blocks away from the Anne Frank House, where 80 years ago, the people of Amsterdam betrayed Anne Frank and her family to the Nazis.

This is meant to be a direct attack on Jews everywhere, all around the world.

Amsterdam, you have SO MUCH BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS.

Amsterdam has profited off the Anne Frank House since it opened in 1957 as a place for tourists to pay money to gawk at the suffering of a slaughtered Jewish child.

Amsterdam just loves killing Jews, while they make oodles of cash from Anne Frank, the Jewish girl that they sent to her death. Every day, they are profiting off the corpse of a dead Jewish girl that they murdered.

[insomniakisses]

Nope I'm biting, just been busy as fuck SOOOO

Pregnant Viv 🥹 the most hilarious thing for everyone but most stressful thing is that when it comes to cravings, she's asking for snacks and foods specifically from the Netherlands and everyone is just like 'umm...Well...fuck.'

And they all turn to Buff!Alpha R like THIS IS UR FAULT U FIX IT and shes panicking and holding viv to her as she orders imported snacks for her girl and viv is pouting and pointing to what she wants and R has a heart attack at the import price but her pup and omega come first.

[trinitybloodbr]

Oh, my sweet little girl… what are the chances that Agnes is Father Hugue’s lost sister?

Theories and conspiracies about Trinity Blood Or when you have serious things to think about, but you'd rather theorize about fictional characters…

Obviously, I brought this version of my little argument… considering that most TB fans are fluent in English. Enjoy! (Or not.)

🚨Warning: The following text contains highly disconnected theories, poorly substantiated hypotheses, and an alarming amount of daydreaming. Read at your own risk (and enjoy the chaos).🚨

Before diving into my ‘little big’ musings, I want to clarify that I haven’t read all the volumes of the novel yet. So, my theory might fall apart (or not) once I gain access to more information.

The fact is, as a Japanese language student, translating Trinity Blood has been quite the challenge. I have this annoyingly meticulous habit of wanting to preserve both the literality and coherence of the original text.

But without further ado, let’s delve into the theory (aka daydream) that’s been frying my brain cells…

What are the chances that Agnes is Hugue de Watteau’s lost sister?

In R.A.M I, we are introduced to Father Hugue de Watteau and his mission in Amsterdam, the capital of the Netherlands, one of the countries in the Low Countries (Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, and parts of northern France).

He is tasked with solving the case of murders that occurred in the Old Church of Amsterdam, located in the territory of one of the Count Four, a vampire alliance among the four cities that lead the underworld in the Low Countries.

Count Four:

Amsterdam (Netherlands)

Antwerp (Belgium)

Brussels (Belgium)

Bruges (Belgium)

This chapter provides a glimpse into Hugue’s past and his family, the Watteaus, as well as some details about Agnes. According to the Trinity Blood Wiki, she is described as Hugue’s distant cousin.

“The Watteau family was a legendary family of noble mercenaries in the Low Countries. For generations, they also served as chief commissioners of the Alliance of Four Cities, and in the absence of a national army, they represented the greatest military power and an excellent and rigorous police force, demonstrating remarkable skill in maintaining public order — but now they are a presence relegated to history. This is because, about nine years ago, their castle in Bruges was attacked on a large scale by vampires, and the head of the family, along with its main members and followers, were all massacred.” (SWORD DANCER – Part II – excerpt from the novel)

During this attack, Hugue had both his arms severed, and his younger sister was kidnapped.

Hugue mentions his sister’s name, and this, ladies and gentlemen, is where my pilgrimage began.

Why did I notice this?

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The name mentioned for his sister in katakana is:

アニエス (Aniesu)

Which is a transliteration of the French name Agnès, based on its French pronunciation.

Putting the name Agnès into Google Translate, you can see that its pronunciation closely resembles the katakana Aniesu.

That’s one point.

Then, we are introduced to this lovely lady here:

Agnes, the novice from Amsterdam…

Her name is presented as:

アグネス (Agunesu)

This is a phonetic transliteration of the name Agnes.

At first glance, nothing seems off, but did you catch the subtle 'difference' between these names?

If we consider that the French name Agnès, when transcribed into other Western languages, 'becomes' Agnes (in this case, Amsterdam, in the Netherlands), that’s another point.

Hugue, his sister, and, in this case, Sister Agnes are from Bruges, located in Belgium, which in turn has linguistic influences from French, as well as Flemish (Dutch), and German.

The first map is of Trinity Blood’s world, and the second is a more detailed reference map…

In the novel, it is mentioned that Agnes is also a Watteau, but on the day of the attack on the family’s castle, she was the only one not present, as she was ill and under the care of her nursemaid, outside the castle grounds...

With the fall of the Watteau family, Sister Agnes was sent from Bruges, Belgium, to the Church of Amsterdam in the Netherlands.

Why am I harping on the names and countries?

Hold on… I’m prolix, in case you hadn’t noticed…

Well, my main thesis is that if Agnes from Amsterdam is Hugue’s sister, whose original name was Agnès (Aniesu), the change in location may have caused her name to undergo a phonetic shift to Agnes (Agunesu).

I took into account the etymology as well as the linguistic variations within the work.

And before anyone says otherwise, Trinity Blood is packed with terms and names from different languages.

Abel, Caterina, and Hugue occasionally use Latin. Tres Iqus incorporates English, and Isaak uses German. (Yes, we needed one character to make things more complicated…)

Obviously, I took into account the author, Master Yoshida, and his apparent efforts to study and contextualize the names of his characters. He always seemed to emphasize details about Trinity Blood’s world.

But back to the point…

Oh, and we also have Agnes’ version of her own story:

“That night, I happened to catch a cold and was left in the care of my nursemaid. But when I heard the news, I was truly heartbroken. I couldn’t believe that my father, my mother, and all the people I’d been with just the day before were no longer in this world…” (SWORD DANCER – Part II – excerpt from the novel)

From here, I could come up with several theories, but these are just hypotheses.

That only make sense in my head

We could consider that at the time of the incident that massacred the Watteau family, she was only 5 years old. The trauma of losing her entire family could have caused her to experience a mental block of information.

She could have been spared by the person who ordered the attack or just had immense luck being sent away from the Watteau estate due to her illness.

Hugue might not have known that his sister had been sent away before the incident, leading him to believe she was kidnapped when her body wasn’t found.

There are other factors, such as Hugue not recognizing her or Agnes not mentioning having an older brother. I would consider the traumatic experiences they both endured. The human mind creates incredibly strong blocks and barriers as a means of self-protection.

Both Hugue and Agnes have a strong sense of justice—and revenge. Is this a Watteau family trait, or just sibling synchronicity? Either way, they’re precious, and no one can disrespect my babies!

Also, while researching and writing this text, I stumbled across an old LiveJournal entry that appeared to be fan fiction featuring Hugue x Agnes. It carried the warnings: “Grammar abuse and some sexual implications…”

Wow, she’s only 14....

Thankfully, the link was unavailable—what a surreal blessing. Although I don’t want more trauma, I do have a strange curiosity for it…

If you made it this far…

Hi, I’m Lutie (◕‿◕✿), and I’m obsessed with Trinity Blood again...

Please note that I am not fluent in English, so if you find any mistakes, I humbly ask for your forgiveness… this will likely happen again...

[voidsentprinces]

Need an anime where our perspective is another student who watches as the guy who is clearly been selected by the universe to be the anime protagonist avoids it so hard. But the universe keeps throwing classic anime tropes at him. Dude specifically switches seats with another person so he isn't sitting at the front, the back, the side near the door or anywhere near the windows.

Dude is on his 7th apartment (and counting) because the universe has dropped

Entire Mecha on him (with a space princess was inside/he bought the princess an apartment and promptly left)

A quirky magical girl character (he left the apartment to them)

A ghost of a vengeful spirit (wasn't able to get his deposit)

A kaiju attacked, almost got recruited to a Super Sentai team in the process. He left the apartment to the team.

Spirit of his ancestor showed up claiming he was mythically prophesized to a special power. Couldn't get any sleep and left.

Played a video game, screen started glowing and a mysterious voice began speaking to him. Burnt down that apartment.

Fully eats his breakfast before leaving and walks on the walls of the various residences to avoid any "On-the-Way-to-School" encounters.

A time vortex opened up to him while he was cleaning the classroom. With apologizes, he threw the PoV character into it. And they got stuck in a fantasy world for half a year.

He has become extremely adapt at dodging trucks. Maintains a perfect diet and eats slowly so he doesn't choke to death or get a heart attack that might also send him to another world.

He woke up with technocolor hair the first day of school. He smacked his hair so hard the color came out and then filled it in with black marker.

A magic sword found its way to him. He turned it over to the police. They tried to make him a rookie detective, he declined.

Until recently he took his lunch to the middle of school swimming pool. Then Swim team tried to recruit him and now he's eating in the bushes right outside of campus.

Purposefully gets average score on tests. Does not engage in study sessions.

Attends no festivals. Whatsoever.

Mom almost died. He revived her through sheer spite, he was 3. Ensures his dad is always around for family visits. Lives with his family despite them thinking he's self-sufficient enough to live alone.

A gang showed up to try and fight him. He convinced them they have the wrong school and sent them to America.

Whenever something weird happens, he packs up and leaves school early. Including the time there was a bomb threat.

Sometimes gets a chill down his spine and sure enough finds a classmate looking at his fondly and immediately turns them down on the spot. 13 guys and 2 girls so far. 5 nonbinary aliens who have been posing as classmates to learn more about human society.

Got lost in the woods once and fell into a pit discovering an ancient civilization of mole people. Climbed out and promptly walked in a straight line until he got home somehow.

Has an extra set of clothing for all members of the student body in case quote, "Ecchi bullshit ensues." Incidentally, he is also really good at dodging the female student body.

Is not studying to go to Tokyo University or become an idol or work an office job. He's aiming to immigrate to the middle of the Netherlands and hopes nothing interesting ever happens to him. But he cannot risk going to towns specifically labeled "Nothing ever happens here" cause he tried to move out to Rural School three weeks ago and there was a zombie out break, a vampire serial murder, and a string of UFO sightings all within a week.

[qwerty019283ytrewq]

I KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE IT!

but maybe you know people who can make this story and others better? Then ask them, please, they can't hear me.

Dad is unhappy

✨️Imagine✨️

Daniel doesn't know what he's doing here.

He is sitting on a chair with a microphone in his hand. There is a poster with the logo of the Formula 1 women's series behind his back. There are a lot of girls in front of him. He used to sell his soul for this. But a lot has changed since then. So they interviewing him. On the one hand, he feels bitterness from his words. On the other hand, these girls look at him as if he is their father and tells the most interesting bedtime story in their lives. Hamda is sitting right next to him and looks proud. He's here because of her. Hamda wrote to him on Instagram, "Will you have the opportunity to participate in the event?" He was surprised that Susie hadn't texted him. But then, he remembered Goodwood. Daniel exchanged a few words with Hamda. She seemed nice to him and very interested in racing. Blake said he needed to stop feeling sorry for himself and get over it. That's why he's here. Answers the girls' questions about racing. If only someone had ever said... well, yeah, now he feels like a father in a classroom at school. In that very open lesson, when parents talk about their profession. Does he even have the right to say something about his profession if he is now unemployed? He is in the middle of his answer when the door opens, and Max appears with the PR girl from Red Bull. The same poor girl who scolds every time Max answers questions incorrectly. Daniel loses his thought, meets the gaze of Hamda, who looks like she's going to get into trouble, crumple his answer. Hamda's sister...Amna, yes, right, and their Red Bull contract colleague, a girl from the Netherlands, how it...Emely... turn around, see Max and... giggle? God, he's definitely at school. One of the girls raises his hand and asks a question. "Have you ever had a romantic relationship with colleagues?..on team?" The girls giggle... How did they turn from cute babies into puberty teenagers? How did the questions about racing get to this?

To be honest, Daniel thought that the questions about his personal life would be, but he quickly waved this thing off because they are all professionals here. He shouldn't have waved it off... And right in front of Max. Who looks not happy, gloomy, and he crosses arms over his chest.

"Oh," Daniel hears from his right side.

"It seems daddy is not happy..." Uh, excuse me?

Susie expertly finishes his performance, and at the moment when Dan thinks that Max is about to switch places with him... Susie is closing the whole event. What? Everyone is applauding, taking photos quickly. Damn, he didn't want to show up here. He thought he would answer everything quickly and run away. From reporters, photographers... from Max. But here he is, hugging a bunch of girls, smiling at the camera again. Max is still standing there, still frowning, still crossing his arms over his chest.

🦁🍯🦡

When Max showed up at the event, Daniel had already realized that he would not get rid of him. And now they're standing somewhere in the paddock, where there don't seem to be any photographers, Netflix can still hear them... right? They're probably omnipresent.

"You haven't answered my messages."

"I didn't answer anyone." And what was he supposed to say. Max's comment under the post about the end of Dan's career was sweet. At least someone didn't bury him. But... Daniel couldn't reply to messages and all those posts. He's stunned. Overwhelmed by the love of fans and friends, but saddened by some other posts. He considers them more truthful than posts about love for him.

"But you answered Hamda."

"This... It's a strange situation... I... I don't know how it happened."

"You could have said you were coming here."

"I didn't want to..."be here"... distract anyone. You know, they would have attacked..."

"I was worried about you. Thanks to your parents for keeping me informed. Joe said you were fixing one of your motorcycles, but he didn't say why you were fixing it. You didn't break it, did you? I was joking about a broken collarbone... well... then... but of course I didn't want you to really break it."

And Max says it without interruptions, in one breath. It's not fast or nervous, like he's worried. It's just that Max is dumping his thoughts on Dan. As always. But Daniel's brain was stuck on the words "I was worried about you... your parents for keeping me informed".

"You... Have you talked to my parents?"

"I didn't know Blake's number." Max said as the simplest fact in life. But like?

"But did you know my parents' numbers?"

"Of course, Daniel, I knew their numbers."

Daniel is still trying to comprehend the situation. His feelings are ready to explode, a lump in his throat prevents him from speaking, thoughts in his head cannot stop. He's going to cry. Max. Kind, honest, loyal Max. He always tells the truth. Almost always... He never said some words but he always showed it by his actions. Or Daniel hoped that was what Max's actions said. He called Dan's parents to find out how he was doing, when Daniel was mired in self-pity, ran away from everything, tried to find himself, tried to forget those terrible weekends and bury his thirst for victory, speed, his childhood dreams deeper so that it wouldn't hurt so much. When he didn't believe that he was a son that his parents be proud of, that he was a good man and was a great racer. While Dan is trying to figure out what he should do with all this, three girls look around the corner and watch them.

"It seems like dads have pulled themselves together."

"And if something goes wrong?"

"Everything will be fine. Look at them. I'm already sick of Max's gaze. Those hearts in his eyes will ruin his capillaries."

[basicallyblank]

AWFC TRANSFER WINDOW

Everybody knows I'm critical, you guys let me know all the time ! In all honesty, i think this transfer window has been a success.

We've signed a YOUNG, PROVEN goalkeeper. The Netherlands WNT no.1. I have no doubt that one day she will become our number 1 too, but not straight away.

We've signed 2 UCWL PROVEN attacking players. Mariona's stats speak for themself, and they're insane. World Cup winner, UWCL winner... what a player to have in your ranks.

Kafaji is a baller, shes outrageous, she scores goals, she can shrug off her defender, she's gonna add some real quality.

Last season I was adamant that we needed a huge clearout of players, we have some that just aren't good enough to where we want to be, or we have starting players that should be second choice at best. This window is a promising sign of things to come, and I'm excited !

People doubt our pull given we've been pretty awful to our standard for a few years now, but dont underestimate the power of selling out meadow park/the emirites, actually CARING about your womens team and having plans and goals.

Everybody knows Im critical, but this window looks extremely promising. I doubt we'll bring anyone else in at this moment, but if we do, then we have a very strong looking squad to be in contention for EVERYTHING next season.

Looking forward to cheering on the girls, lets go

[the-ravenist]

I feel as if the world is really ending too fucking fast

This is a debrief of all what I've been notified this morning before 11 am

The political debate: neither parties are good, it's just a bunch of children in old men disguises insulting one another

A Netherland athlete being able to participate in the Paris Olympics even though he's a convicted r*pist

A 20 sec segment of two girls eating ice cream on ESPN, shot by a perverted camera man

Women's chances of being drafted being higher than men

A reminder that the US is on Russia's hit list

An off duty cop shooting a man's dog for "attacking" her dog

....

I graduated practically a month ago, I haven't even started college yet. I don't have my associates degree. The threat of project 2025 is breathing down my neck. Millions are dying in Palestine, Ukraine, Congo, Sudan, and so many more.

I would move to Canada but they have they're own shit going on right now. It takes practically a year to move anywhere else. I'm might actually throw up. I'm so nauseous as this all crashes down in me.

I know that Biden is a bad guy but please don't vote for Trump. Please.

Apparently I have to further explain myself. So for some clarification, I DO NOT want Biden to win. But as to see that our nation only cares about two parties, voting for the lesser of the two evils, Biden, is the second best option we have. Yes, Biden's son is a felon. But Trump, a running candidate and past president IS a felon. A felon who seems himself as God Almighty. Now this post was to be voicing my causes of my anxiety and fear for our nation but if you bigots want to twist my words instead of actually reading and understand that I'm concerned and anxious. Then you can kiss my ass. As a black, queer, neurodivergent, woman, with a single mother. I have every right to be nervous about politics and the future for the US, in which my generation and future generations will have to pick up the pieces from the doomed society that the older bigots of society left for us when they leave. Now personally I'm not voting for Trump but I'm not going to say who I'm voting for cause that's nobody's concern. Any bigot that comment on this post trying to justify trump will be blocked and reported. Kisses 😘

[babyarty]

An incomplete list of Trans and gender nonconforming people murdered for existing in the 2020s

Here is the complete list of Trans people murdered in 2023, compiled by Transrespect versus Transphobia Worldwide (TvT).

2020 – Özge Bilir, aged 25, was a Dutch trans woman of Turkish descent living in Leidsche Rijn, Utrecht. She was stabbed to death by her ex-boyfriend.

2020 – Alexa Luciano Ruiz was fatally shot in Puerto Rico on 24 February, after an incident in a local restroom. Ms. Luciano was killed while the assailant men laughed.

2020 – Michelle Michellyn Ramos Vargas, a 33-year-old trans woman, was found dead on an isolated road after being shot multiple times on 30 September in San Germán, Puerto Rico. She worked as a bartender and was studying to become a nurse.

2020 – Selena Reyes-Hernandez, 37, was fatally shot in Chicago, Illinois, on 31 May by a man she went home with, after telling him that she was transgender.

2020 – Brayla Stone, 17, was murdered in Arkansas in June 2020 by a man seeking to conceal his sexual relationship with her. The killer pleaded guilty and was sentenced to 50 years in prison.

2020 – Valera, a 46-year-old man, a janitor, was raped and killed on 10 February in Chelyabinsk, Russia, by his dorm roommates after they learned he was a transgender man.

2021 – Ebeng Mayor, a trans man from Batasan Hills, Philippines, was found raped, mutilated, and killed on 20 May 2021, after being missing for three days.

2022 – Briza Garces Florez, a 40-year-old Colombian trans sex worker from the Netherlands, was stabbed to death by her 32-year-old boyfriend.

2022 – Doski Azad, a 23-year-old Kurdish transgender woman, was murdered by her brother for being transgender.

2022 – Ariyanna Mitchell, a 17-year-old Black trans girl from Virginia, was shot and killed by 19-year-old Jimmy LeShawn Williams with an assault rifle, after he asked her if she was transgender, and she replied, "yes".

2022 - Cherry Bush, a homeless 48-year-old trans woman, was shot to death in Los Angeles.

2023 - Brianna Ghey was stabbed to death in Culcheth Linear Park on 11 February 2023.

2024 - Nex Benedict, a 16-year-old non-binary American student died one day after being assaulted in the girls' restroom.

(This is Nex)

Their friends and mother say that they experienced bullying for more than a year, because of their gender identity, before the assault. The bullying got progressively worse after a bill was passed in Oklahoma to prohibit the use of non-binary gender markers on birth certificates. Public school students are legally required to use restrooms only according to the gender on their birth certificate.

Nex was assaulted in the restroom by three girls and beaten unconscious. Sue Benedict, Nex's mother, was called to school and she found Nex with bruises on their face and scratches on the back of their head. She was informed that they had been suspended for two weeks. Sue took them to a nearby hospital and called the Oklahoma police department.

Nex told the officer how they had heard the girls making comments about their group and how they had poured water on the girls which then led to the altercation. They then said that had been attacked and had blacked out on the floor. The officer told Sue that this could be considered "mutual" and if they were to press charges, Nex would be open to those same charges. She declined at the time. Nex were later discharged and reportedly went to bed with a sore head.

(Nex with their cat)

The following day, on February 8, as they were preparing to travel with their mother for an appointment, Nex collapsed in the family's living room. Sue Benedict called 911, saying that Nex’s eyes had rolled back and they were struggling to breathe. Nex had stopped breathing by the time EMTs arrived. Nex was declared dead at the hospital that evening.

This is, by no means, a complete list. It does not even include a fraction of the murders of gender queer people in the 2020s, let alone the suicides, rapes, assaults, attempted murders, etc. It does not include the crimes against the rest of the LGBTQIA+ community.

Thank you for reading the whole thing.

[paisleystyles]

Surprise surprise, Jonas once again not taking responsibility for his own actions. What a shitty move to blame the fans and Viv for his ultimate departure. No Jonas, it’s actually the way we lost multiple games in a row and you continuing to push for tactics that don’t work whatsoever (short corners PTSD).

That Jonas interview actually pissed me off so much. I did not need to be reminded of Viv leaving our club on a random Tuesday, now I’m in such a bad mood and will probably be for the rest of the week. I’m a Viv defender till I die.

It just brought back how much I hate the club for rushing Viv back from her ACL, especially seeing rival Chelsea players being given such grace period to return from injuries (as they should and I’m very glad they are receiving good treatments). I so desperately wish that in another life, Viv got the best medical care and all the time in the world to recover, just like she deserved :((

Also, can I just rant about how I keep seeing Viv slander saying that Arsenal made the right decision of not renewing her contract because she’s not a world class player anymore??? Sorry did we all miss the City vs Barcelona game where our girl bossed the whole midfield (with amazing players like Walsh and Bonmati)? These fans are pretending that Viv doesn’t even know how to play football anymore. I actually can’t wait till she’s properly back soon and can show them all what she can do.

I have so much to say on this topic, I hope that’s okay. This is my safe space so hopefully no one jumps to attack me😭

you are very fine, we enjoy a rant :)

it's tricky bc objectively (as viv's biggest fan) it's worked out better for them so far with mariona as opposed to viv, just because of her injury. i don't begrudge anyone for suggesting that's the case. what irks me is people who refuse to to see the bigger picture of both her shitty luck with her injury (and people are so callous about it???) and the role arsenal played in this. the step by step doc makes me want to pull my hair out for this reason. even that aside, acting like she isn't back playing well is silly now anyway - she's played better, sure, but she hasnt been able to have any kind of consistency with her knee in forever (everyone loves to forget she scored the winner for the netherlands to make the euros, too)

i also think its genuinely very unprofessional on jonas's behalf to put blame on the supporters and indirectly viv herself for how things played out. not that i think she'll care particularly but because she was so respectful in not throwing shade when she could have reallllly let loose about how things worked out.

ultimately this whole thing is why i had to put 'stop letting the football severely impact your mental health' on my new years resolutions hahah it's TOO sad and there are TOO many what-ifs that are just devastating. i hope she has an incredible rest of the season and the bloody knee is never spoken of ever again

[demolitionghosts]

Ive never actually made an intro post for this blog, so here ya go!!

General stuff:

My name is Blyss! I use He/Him or maybe sometimes They/Them. I live in The Netherlands, and speak dutch and english!

Other blogs:

Art blog: @dontfallbehind

Somewhere to dump song/story ideas: @whentheskytalksback

Bands/music taste:

I generally enjoy rock, emo and punk music the most, but im also a fan of metal, alternative, indie or musicals!

Some of the band i listen to include:

My Chemical Romance (+ all their solo stuff), Leathermouth, (Pre Split) P!atd, La Dispute, Bring Me The Horizon, The Hush Sound, Mitski, Attack Attack!, Get Scared, AJJ, Bring Me The Horizon, Fall Out Boy, Pierce The Veil, Paramore, Glass Beach, Destructo Disk, Newgrounds Death Rugby, Flyleaf, Shin Guard, Prince Daddy & The Hyena, Skeletons In The Closet, Sorority Noise, Raccoon Tour, Cheap Perfume, Acardia Grey, Homestyle Dinner Rolls, Rare Breed, Common Girl and Stomach book.

Some musicals i love are:

Hamilton, Heathers, Six, Mean Girls and The Rocky Horror Show

Fandoms/media i enjoy:

The main fandoms im in are:

Marble Hornets, Doctor Who, Creepypasta, FNaF, DDLC and MCR!!

Im generally interested in everything to do with horror. Things like ARG's (i love watching people solve them, i suck at solving them myself.) Lost or disturbing media, old horror movies, analogue horror etc... i also really like everything that has to do with the sea! Like sharks, shipwrecks, the mystery of the sea blah blah blah. Im also a HUGE pokemon nerd! (My fav pokemon is Sylveon. Very basic ik!!!)

(Upfate in the favorite pokemon, i also LOVE LOVE LOVE milotic 🙏🙏)

In my free time i like to draw, write, collect cd's or just collect trinkets in general, listen to music and play video games like baldurs gate and pokemon!

On the topic of burning cd's, here a list of all the ones i made myself and the ones that i bought!!

Dni:

Just dont interact if you're an asshole idk?? Seems pretty simple to me. Just be a decent human being. If you dont like me or anything i post/repost feel free to block me! Its what its there for!! (Oh and MSI fans can suck my dick please never ever interact with me)

Other social media accounts:

Instagram: sixwingedheart

Pinterest: ElegiacCamera

SpaceHey: DemolitionGhosts

Discord: v.vvampire

(If you have any other questions you can always just dm me!! Or just dm me if you feel like it, i love talking to people)