#beffie's words

[lvnleah]

Maybe even an addition to the interview where bug doesn’t start there but halfway someone brings her in and says something like “another one of your special people wants to ask you some questions - like a long standing Arsenal person, maybe Leah cos she knows bug or Ian Wright or Alex Scott. I also feel like we need pics of Bug signing her own contract renewal with Arsenal as well

interviewer bug | bugs adventure’s

“Okay, bug, you be good for Lessi, yeah?” Lotte said, crouching down in front of you. 

You nodded, clutching your teddy of Win tightly. “I be good!” you promised very seriously. “I’ da best!”

Lotte smiled and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be right over there, doing an interview with Tao. I won’t be long.”

You looked across the pitch where Tao was sitting on the bench while cameras were being set up. It all looked very official and a little bit boring. You weren’t sure why Mama needed to go talk on camera, but you knew it was to do with her contract extension which you were very happy about. 

“Come on, bug,” Alessia said, scooping you up easily. “Let’s go find some toys, yeah?”

You giggled as she swung you around before setting you down again. She found a ball nearby, and you kicked it back and forth for a little while, giggling when you fell over and Lessi helped you up again. But after a bit, your kicks got softer, and you started getting bored. 

Alessia noticed right away. 

“Go see mama?” You asked with a sigh, “I bored, Lessi!”

Alessia took your hand. “Alrighty, let’s go, little bug.”

Hand in hand, you walked across the grass toward Lotte and Tao. As soon as you spotted Lotte sitting in front of the cameras, your whole face lit up. You let go of Lessi’s hand and took off running.

“Uh-oh,” Tao whispered, grinning. “Incoming.”

Lotte turned just in time to see you, little legs pumping as fast as they could, red dungarees bright against the green. “There’s my girl,” she said warmly, her whole face lighting up.

But instead of stopping at Lotte, you made a beeline for Tao, throwing yourself onto his lap like you did every day.

Tao laughed, steadying you. “Hello, kleintje!”

“Hi!” you chirped, cuddling Win to your chest. You glanced around curiously at the lights and cameras. “What you doin’?”

“We’re doing an interview,” Lotte explained, smiling at how proud you looked sitting there. 

“What in…in-ter-view?” you asked, frowning a little at the big word.

Tao chuckled. “It’s when we ask your mama questions about Arsenal and she answers them.”

Your whole face lit up. You bounced excitedly on Tao’s lap, nearly dropping Win. “I wanna do ques-chuns too!”

Lotte raised an eyebrow at Tao, amused. “I think we’ve got a new journalist.”

Tao nodded seriously. “I think we do.”

You cleared your throat importantly and turned to face Lotte, teddy still tucked under your arm. “Mama,” you said very seriously, “who’s your very bestest friend at Arsenal?”

Lotte laughed, glancing at Tao, then back at you. “Hmm, that’s a hard one… I have lots of good friends. But maybe Lessi. Or Foxy!”

You nodded. “I fink Beffy ’cause she funny an’ she get me sweeties!”

“She is funny,” Lotte agreed, “What about Lessi?”

“She fun too! Leah no fun, she grumpy! She goes like this!” You said before doing your best impression of Leah. It earned a giggle from everyone. 

You thought hard for your next question, sticking your tongue out in concentration. “Mama, do you kick the ball really, really far?”

“Really far,” Lotte said, holding her hands wide to show you. “Sometimes all the way across the pitch!”

Your mouth dropped open. “Like a superhero!”

Tao chuckled quietly, doing his best not to interrupt.

“And Mama,” you whispered, glancing around as if sharing a very important secret, “do you win all the time?”

Lotte smiled warmly and leaned closer like she was sharing a secret too. “Not all the time. But we try our very best.”

You nodded, looking very serious. “That good. Win proud of you.” You lifted up your Win teddy, making him do a little dance to show just how proud he was.

Lotte giggled, “That means everything, schatje.”

“Mama, ‘nother question!” You smiled, “You like Arsenal food and sweeties?”

“I do,” Lotte smiled, giggling once again, “It’s very yummy isn’t it?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, “Tao like Arsenal food?”

“Oh kleintje, I haven’t had the training ground food,” Tao said, laughing as he tickled your sides, “I bet it’s very yummy like the Emirates.”

“Oh,” you pouted, “They no feed you, Tao? I tell Leah!”

Tao and Lotte both burst out laughing at that, and even Alessia, who had wandered closer to watch, let out a loud snort.

“You’re going to tell Leah?” Lotte said, amused.

You nodded fiercely, a serious look on your face. “She bossy boss. She make Tao get food!”

Tao gave you a dramatic grateful look. “Thank you, my hero.”

You beamed proudly and settled yourself even more firmly on Tao’s lap, looking very pleased with your new important mission.

“Alright, last question, bug,” Lotte said gently. “Then Mama’s gotta finish talking to Tao properly, okay?”

You nodded, bouncing Win in your lap. “Okay! Last one!”

You scrunched your nose up in deep, dramatic thought before finally asking, “Mama… when I big, can I play Arsenal too?”

Lotte’s face softened immediately, and she opened her arms to you. “Come here, kleintje.”

You crawled off Tao’s lap and into your Mama’s, Win getting smooshed between you both.

“Of course you can! If you want to play for Arsenal one day,” Lotte said, pressing a kiss to your hair, “I’ll be your biggest fan. I’ll be in the stands cheering for you every single match.”

You grinned wide, cheeks flushed with happiness. “I score so many goals, Mama! I score ’leventy goals!”

“Eleventy goals sounds perfect,” Lotte said, laughing.

“An’ I gonna have my own Win too!” you declared, holding your teddy up proudly. “She gonna come on da pitch wif me!”

You cuddled in closer to Lotte’s chest, thumb finding its way back into your mouth, tiredness starting to creep over you now that your big important job was done.

“I think that’s a wrap for today,” Tao said warmly, smiling at the sleepy little pile you’d become.

Lotte nodded, standing up carefully with you in her arms. “Good job, kleintje. Best journalist in the world.”

“An’ best player one day,” you mumbled sleepily into her shoulder.

Lotte laughed softly, carrying you off the pitch, Win dangling from your little hand, the red of your dungarees bright under the late afternoon sun.

And if she whispered “I love you” into your hair a few times on the way back inside, nobody teased her for it.

[oizysian]

hello, hope you are doing well and do you still take requests? if yes can i request top!wanda x beffy!gp!bottom!nat x switch! reader where nat was approached and flirted with by some woman so wanda and r decide to show nat who she belongs to. no pressure tho, i understand if you're not comfortable writing it.

i've also just finished reading the mafia!au and omg that is a masterpiece. hope there will be another chapter soon. 🙏🏻

You Belong to Us | Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Natasha has a cock, talks of breeding, edging, blowjobs, ejaculating strap, threesome

Word count: 1.9k

“Do you know why you’re in this position?”

Natasha nodded, her face red with embarrassment as she lay exposed before us, her hands and feet bound, keeping her still on the bed.

“Words, malyshka.” Wanda said and I looked over at her, smiling at how she cared despite how heated up she was over how that woman acted towards Nat in the bar.

“Yes, I’m sorry, ma’am.”

“It’s much too late for ‘sorry.’ But you already knew that.”

Natasha’s eyes fell to the strap in Wanda’s hand, the big, girthy one she only used when we disobeyed her. I watched as Nat’s dick twitched with arousal, and licked my lips excitedly, knowing Wanda would let me play with her soon enough.

“You shouldn’t have let that nasty woman touch you like that.” Wanda said sternly as she stepped into the harness, pulling it up and securing it around her hips. “You know you belong to us.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her eyes downcast. “I thought she was only being nice.”

“You thought she was being nice.” Wanda said condescendingly, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and pouring a generous amount into her hand. “What did you think, Y/N?”

“I thought she was trying to fuck you.” I directed towards Nat and Wanda nodded in agreement, lathering the cock on her hips up with the lube in her palm.

“Please,” Natasha pleaded, her dick nearly fully standing at attention now. “I wouldn’t have let her -”

“Oh, but you did, Natalia.” Ooh, Wanda only used that name when she was upset. “You did let her. I saw how she was stroking your arm,” she got on the bed in between Natasha’s legs. “I saw her eyeing your dick.”

“Wanda, I-”

“Shh,” she said as she stroked her length teasingly, getting ready to fuck her ass. “You can only make it up to me by cumming inside of me. But, that won’t be until later. You need to be punished first.”

She brought the tip of the cock to her hole, pushing it in inch by inch ever so slowly. I watched as Natasha’s face contorted with pleasure, a soft moan falling from her lips.

“Wanda,” I said softly as her hips began moving. “May I play with her cock?”

“Yes, you may, Y/N. “

I hopped onto the bed excitedly, sitting next to Natasha’s bound form and wrapping my hand around her cock, spreading her precum along her length. Her hips attempted to buck towards my hand, but she was tied down to the bed, Wanda having most of the control of her body at this point.

Wanda fucked her slowly, letting her get adjusted to her thickness before rutting her hips against her faster, more urgently than before. Natasha called out for Wanda, her chest heaving, her nipples hard and aching to be touched, but Wanda ignored her, biting her lower lip and fucking her lover deeply.

“I want her inside me.” I whined. “Can I fuck myself on her, mommy?”

“Oh, fuck, yes you can.” Wanda panted, gripping Nat’s hips and pounding into her.

I straddled her, raising myself above her cock so I could position her at my entrance. Natasha moaned lowly as I sunk down onto her length, bouncing myself on her hips as Wanda fucked her ass.

“Oh god!” She cried out, tugging on the binds that kept her hands attached to the headboard.

I leaned forward and grabbed her breasts, groping them greedily as I rode her.

“Unh, oh fuck,” I groaned, rubbing myself against her as I slammed my hips down on her own. “I’m so close.”

“Don’t let her cum yet,” Wanda said to me and I nodded mindlessly, slapping Natasha’s tit and taking pleasure in her torture. “We’re gonna use her all night.”

“Oh, please, Wanda!” Natasha cried. “Mommy, please!”

“Keep begging,” she said with a smile. “I love hearing you beg for me.”

Natasha threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut and letting her mouth fall open.

I brought my right hand down and played with my clit, rubbing it so I could cum before Natasha. I squeezed her cock as I came, but pulled off of her before she could cum herself.

“No, Y/N! Please, baby, let me cum inside you.” She begged but I shook my head, looking down at her painfully erect cock, wet with my juices.

“Mommy said no. Right mommy?” I looked back at Wanda who was still pounding her own cock into Natasha’s ass and she nodded.

“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl listening to mommy.”

Natasha groaned, her voice rising with every stroke of Wanda’s dick.

“I’m gonna cum inside you.” Wanda said as she reached for the balls of the strap, getting ready to squeeze her load into Natasha. “I’m gonna breed you like the bitch you are.”

Natasha cried out pathetically as Wanda let her cum spurt into her ass, droplets of cum beading up on the tip of her cock. I could tell she was close, but mommy said she couldn’t cum. Not yet.

Wanda pulled her sticky cock out of Natasha’s ass, smiling down at the gaping hole, still hungry for her.

“You enjoy being bred, don’t you, Natalia?”

She nodded mindlessly, tears building up in her eyes.

“You love being my cumdump, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, mommy.”

Wanda looked over at me and beckoned me over to her. I climbed over Natasha on all fours and approached Wanda, who grabbed me by my chin and kissed me hard. I moaned into her mouth and she sucked on my tongue. When she finally released me, I was panting, needing more of her.

“Play with Tasha some more.” She said to me, leaning back on the bed and slipping out of the harness. “I want to watch.”

She tossed the toy to the side and spread her legs, playing with her own clit as I returned my attention to Natasha. She lay panting, sweating, as I crawled back over to her and played with her cock again. She let out a low moan and I stroked her ever so slightly, just enough for her to feel me but not enough for her to cum.

“Please.” She begged softly, turning her head to look at Wanda who was still playing with herself.

I brought my head down and took the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I heard her crying out, begging for release as I took more of her in my mouth. When she began to twitch against my tongue, I pulled away from her, my spit and cum trailing from my lips to her throbbing tip.

“Oh god, please,” she begged, her hips jerking upward. “Please let me cum.”

I looked back towards Wanda and she shook her head, her hand working on her bundle of nerves. I licked my lips and laid down in front of her, my ass in the air, in full view for Natasha, as I ate Wanda out hungrily.

I heard Natasha moan as she watched us, my tongue and lips working tirelessly on Wanda’s puffy pussy. I felt her thread her fingers through my hair and push my face into her sopping cunt, which only egged me on further.

“Oh, yes, baby.” She moaned softly. “Lick mommy’s cunt. Just like that. You’re doing so good for mommy.”

I hummed against her, letting my tongue slip inside her.

She let her head fall back and she rolled her hips against my face. I could feel her clenching around my tongue so I knew she was close. I added two fingers into her wetness and sucked on her clit and she came screaming my name, forcing my face into her cunt roughly as she rode out her high on my fingers and tongue.

Natasha watched us, her breathing shallow, drool cascading down her chin, her body trembling, aroused beyond belief.

Wanda pet my head, humming softly as she pulled me away from her, watching as I licked my lips greedily, not letting a drop of her go to waste.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N. Not like Natalia. She’s a bad girl.”

“Please, Wanda, I’m sorry. Please let me cum.”

“Are you sorry?” She said as she scratched my head, making me feel good.

“Yes, I swear!”

“Hmm.” She said as I laid down next to Natasha, bringing my hand up to play with her nipples. “We’ll see.”

Wanda brought her leg around to straddle Natasha, grabbing her cock rather roughly and bringing it to her wetness. As she eased herself down, Natasha’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a deep, throaty moan. She wouldn’t last very long with Wanda.

Wanda rolled her hips, alternating between bouncing on her cock and grinding down on her hips before Natasha let out a yelp, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Ask me to cum.” Wanda demanded, not stopping her movements against the other woman.

“Please let me cum! Please, Wanda, I’m sorry!”

Wanda got off on the power she had over us and I knew she was close when her brow furrowed and she took her bottom lip between her teeth. I leaned forward and took one of Natasha’s nipples in my mouth, reaching over with my hand to play with the other.

“That’s right, Y/N, play with her. She’s gonna cum inside me, aren’t you, Natalia?”

“Yes, mommy! I-I’m gonna cum!”

And she did. I could see the cum spurting out from between their bodies and Wanda let out a high pitched whine at the feeling of Natasha’s cum pumping into her. Wanda’s pussy milked her cock for all it was worth and I continued to play with Natasha’s breasts as she came.

Natasha’s head was back against the pillows, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape. She was absolutely blissed out.

“Mm, you’re still twitching inside me, Natalia. You’re a greedy pup, aren’t you? You want mommy to keep milking you?”

“Yes.” She croaked and Wanda smiled, satisfied.

“Y/N,” she called to me and I lifted my head to look at her. “Why don’t you ride Natalia’s face, hm? If I’m gonna get more out of her, she has to work for it.”

Giddily, I released her nipples and climbed up to her face, sitting myself right onto her opened, waiting mouth.

She lapped at my heat greedily, hungrily, and I had to hold onto the headboard to keep my balance.

“Mommy,” I moaned, throwing my head back. “She’s doing s-so good.”

“Is she?” Wanda asked, slamming her hips down against Natasha’s as she fucked her.

I felt Nat moan against me, her tongue fucking me, her lips attaching to my clit and sucking, my mind going numb from the pleasure. I was going to cum.

My hips jerked as pleasure overtook me. I threw my head back and moaned for Wanda. Natasha groaned underneath me before letting out a whimpering moan, her cum coating the inside of Wanda’s cunt once again.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Wanda said as she played with her clit, bouncing on Natasha’s cock.

It was only a second later that Wanda came, milking Natasha and rubbing her clit to heighten her pleasure.

I rolled off of Nat, kissing and licking her lips as she panted softly next to me. She grunted and groaned as Wanda’s hungry cunt continued to milk her, and when she finally got off of her cock, they had made a mess of each other and the bed.

“Looks like you’ve learned your lesson, Natalia.”

She nodded weakly, happily spent.

“Now we have to clean up after you. What a mess.”

[mercurycft]

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hi pookies!! i hope you all had a lovely long weekend (to my british friends) and a lovely easter if you celebrate! 💐more leah fics coming over the next few weeks! i LOVE making these social media fics. let me know if there’s any players you want to see! love always - RGx

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈

description: in which kyra cannot help but fall in love with the baby of the arsenal team, the 20 year old nicknamed 'cherry' was as sweet as anyone could be

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kyra cooney-cross x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: just plain cuteness, like a few kisses and curse words but mainly just fluff and mutual pining

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uta (women)

mccard: guys i've added kyra to the gc !

goonerno.1: ayy, she finally got the right sim card

y/n: leah never say ayy again

thegoat: hi kyra!

beffy: hi!

kyra: hi guys!

y/n: hi kyra! <3

kyra: hi y/n! <3

foordfiesta: awww look at them! 😩

littlescott: you all better be on you way to training!

y/n sent a photo

y/n: on our way

kyra: 🚗🚗

beffy: hmmmm 😏

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y/n pulled up to her usual space, Leah already bending down to pick up the sign which said 'cherry's space' on it as she pulled in. y/n laughed at the blonde who waved at her as she waved back.

"Thanks for driving me." Kyra repeats for what felt like the hundredth time to y/n.

"Of course!" y/n smiles, leaning over to peck Kyra's cheek before getting out and running over to Leah to hug the blonde. Kyra follows, gaping dumbly as she holds her bag with shaky hands.

"You okay Kyra?" Leah asks the girl with a smirk. Kyra nods, rubbing her arms in the November wind.

"Are you cold?" y/n asks worriedly before tugging her jacket off and wrapping it around the Australian.

"I'm fine." Kyra promises but a raised brow from y/n has her blushing and shutting up.

"Ayy, cherry!" An Irish voice calls out, y/n suddenly being hoisted over Katie's shoulder as she carried her inside, Kyra watches with a laugh as Leah picks up y/n's discarded bag.

Caitlin follows Katie inside, shrieking when Kyra launched herself onto her back, groaning as the twenty-one year old clung onto her with a cheeky grin.

"I've brought her!" Katie yells as she kicks open the door and places y/n down, the girls in the locker room laughing as y/n spins and sends a wave.

"Bag." Leah warns as y/n moves to her locker.

"Oh, thanks Leah!" y/n grins, kissing the blonde on the cheek as Kyra follows her to their lockers, which happened to be next to each other.

The two changed quickly, talking and giggling as they did so, the team around them sending them knowing looks as y/n finally sat on the bench waiting for Kyra.

"Here!" y/n chimes, moving Kyra's foot onto her lap and tying the laces, before tapping the other thigh.

Kyra flushes pink, switching her feet to let y/n tie the other lace and once she has removes her foot all together from her lap. Caitlin watches from the doorway a smirk on her face.

"Thanks." Kyra smiles, y/n grins kissing her cheek before running over to Katie who wraps and arm around her shoulders and tugs her outside.

"Awww, kywa got a cwush." Caitlin teases as Kyra rolls her eyes and shoves her into the lockers. "Oi!" Caitlin yells, chasing after Kyra who runs away.

Katie and y/n turn to see Kyra waiting behind the tunnel as as Caitlin comes out, shouting her name, Kyra sticks her foot out, grinning widely as she watches Caitlin sprawl on the floor.

"Enjoy your trip!" Kyra calls before Caitlin scrambles up. "Uh oh." She realises before screeching and running from her angry friend.

Kyra moved quickly, barrelling into y/n who gasped as they sprawled out along the floor. y/n groaned as Leah stormed over, her and Steph gripping Kyra under the arms and pulling her to her feet.

"Careful!" Steph chides Kyra as Katie helps y/n onto her feet, the player wincing as she presses a hand to her ribs.

"y/n I'm so sorry." Kyra says but y/n just smiles at her kindly as she reassures her that it was okay.

"No it is not, we know how easily she gets injured." Leah chides. Katie moves and picks y/n up, the girl laughing and clinging to her like a koala, running her away from Kyra who pouts.

"Come on kid." Leah sighs, pulling Kyra into a walk to join the group.

The group finally start training, going through their stretches and runs up and down the pitch, warming their bodies up to get into a solid training session.

They are told to pair up and Kyra slides next to y/n, the two sharing a grin before Caitlin and Katie appear either side of them.

"Kyra, you're with Caitlin, Cherry you're with me." Katie warns.

"Aw. Okay!" y/n shrugs, taking Katie's hand and pulling here to get a ball.

"How'd you get stuck with me?" Kyra asked Caitlin who had glared at Katie.

"We played rock, paper, scissors." Caitlin huffed and Kyra sighed, looking over at y/n one more time, but the girl was too focused on the drill she was doing with Katie.

Caitlin and Kyra usually fought like sisters, Kyra was nothing short of complete chaos and it did Caitlin's head in to the upmost. However, Caitlin watched her younger teammate watch y/n.

The way her entire body had tensed while she watched her, arms floppy in front of her like she was mimicking a T-Rex. Her eyes glued tightly to y/n.

"You really like her, huh kid?" Caitlin asks Kyra who looks over at her with a defeated sigh.

"She's like my best friend. But she's so pretty." Kyra admits softly and Caitlin sighs, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her away.

"Come on, lets go kick some balls." Caitlin says and Kyra hums.

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Eventually training came to a stop for lunch, the group of footballers all piling in to the cafeteria. Kyra looked around, trying to catch a wisp of y/n's hair as she grabbed her lunch.

"Kyra!" y/n called, already sat with Beth and Viv, she gestured the girl over and Kyra bounded, almost leaping into the seat next to her.

"Hey." Kyra breathed with a smile.

"Hi." y/n smiled. "I got you some strawberries, there weren't any left after this." She adds and Kyra flushes pink once again.

"Thanks Cherry." Kyra smiles, y/n flushing at the nickname.

Beth and Viv share an exasperated look, almost in shock of how oblivious the two idiots were as the continue to talk and giggle with one another.

As they ate, y/n found her ankle hooked around Kyra's, the girl's arm wrapped around her shoulder as she ate her strawberries with the other hand.

The four on the table were discussing Beth and Viv's new puppy, happily chatting away, unaware of the amount of team-members that were snapping photos of Kyra and y/n.

y/n's head leaned onto Kyra's shoulder as she continued to talk to Beth, Kyra's sweet smell infected y/n and she couldn't help but sink closer into Kyra's side.

"Comfy?" A voice asks, and suddenly Kyra and y/n are pulled apart, Leah pushing herself between the two and wrapping an arm around both of their shoulders.

"Yeah I was." y/n pouted, Kyra however rolled her eyes and pushed her elbow into Leah's side, the blonde yelping before turning to y/n.

"Come on munchkin, let's get to the gym for strength training." Leah says to y/n who nods and the two get up as Kyra watches.

"What did I do wrong?" Kyra asks Beth and Viv who both sigh.

"Leah is just protective of Cherry, has been for years." Viv explains kindly to Kyra.

"They grew up together, from the same place, trained together, and when Cherry made her first debut 4 years ago, take a wild guess who calmed her down from her panic attack." Beth says and Kyra sighs.

"It'll be fine." Viv promises Kyra. "Don't worry..." She begins.

"Be happy." Beth sings, interrupting her as she and Kyra start singing said song, both pointing at Viv to finish the chorus for them.

"I don't like it." Viv states, before getting up and walking off, leaving Beth and Kyra to finish the chorus together.

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uta (women)

foordka: everyone who wants to know, the shrieking cats are beth and kyra who are running down the corridor screaming 'don't worry be happy'. 👍

goonerno.1: wondered what it was!

y/n: it is very off key 🫣

kyra: how dare you! we sound beautiful

y/n: you are beatiful - text deleted

y/n: keep dreaming CC 😙

beffy: OI CHERRY

y/n: see if Jen's guitar can save you

beattiejuice: it cannot

littlescott: if the SIX OF YOU are not in the gym in ONE MINUTE you will be doing bulgarian squats for twenty minutes

beffy: OMW!

kyra: please no, please

mccard: jesus - keep ya hair on we're coming

y/n: i don't understand how I read Katie's texts in her voice 🤨

foordka: because she's got an annoying voice!

mccard: OI

y/n: HAHAHAHHA 🤣

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Once the gym session had finished and everyone was showered and ready to go home, Kyra had looked across at y/n hopefully, the girl not having seen y/n much in the past few hours due to Leah keeping y/n protectively close.

"Do you wanna come round for dinner tonight, munchkin?" Leah asks y/n who was trying to pull on a jumper.

"Um." y/n says, stuck in her sweater.

Kyra giggles and leans over, pulling the jumper over the red sports bra y/n had on and the girl grinned in thanks, Kyra sending her a smile back.

"I can't tonight, sorry Lee!" y/n smiles and Leah huffs. "I promised Kyra we'd have a movie night, we've already postponed twice." She adds.

"No junk food and not too many sweets, you have a game tomorrow." Kim calls. "Early night." She adds.

"Okay Kimmy!" y/n calls before Leah sighs and kisses y/n on the forehead.

"Okay, have fun." Leah says and y/n grins, yelling out a goodbye to everyone before grabbing Kyra's wrist and tugging her out of the room, Kyra yelping in shock.

Leah watches them go with narrowed eyes, arms folded as Kim comes over and pats her on the back, sending her a pointed look which made the blonde defender huff.

"I don't like it." Leah denies.

"Kyra's a good kid, and they are cute together." Kim chides.

"Still don't like it." Leah mutters.

In the car park, y/n and Kyra were now in her car, Kyra fixing on some music as y/n slowly pulled out the two driving toward their usual coffee spot which they went to.

"Sorry to take you from Leah." Kyra said sheepishly and y/n shrugs.

"I don't mind Ky, I spend two nights with her anyway." y/n giggles. "Besides, I like spending time with you." She adds, pink heating her cheeks up.

"I like spending time with you too." Kyra says quietly, smiling softly as y/n pulls up in the parking space. The two get out heading into the coffee shop to order their drinks which are quickly given to them.

"Smile!" y/n calls, taking a photo of Kyra sat on the bench, she glares and whips out her own phone, y/n screeching as she tries to hide her face. "Stop, stop!" y/n calls, almost beggingly.

"Why?" Kyra asks. "I think you beautiful." She adds as she pockets her phone and y/n looks up at her. "Not as beautiful as me of course." Kyra hums and y/n laughs, moving over to shove her.

"Dork." y/n laughs and Kyra smiles, y/n's laugh making her feel like mush. "Come on, let's go get our snacks. I've got our chicken pasta ingredients already." She hums.

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The two had started movie nights a few months ago, making them a weekly thing after Kyra joined and y/n did her best to make her welcome.

The two had seen a creamy, chicken and spinach tagliatelle meal and made it that evening, the two making it every week together there after.

The plates now sat on the side, the two having completely licked them clean, and they sat close together, oversized hoodies on as they watched Friday Night Dinner, a TV show Kyra had found a lot of humour in.

y/n moved under the blanket, pushing herself closer to Kyra and onto the girl's shoulder, Kyra let out a breath and wrapped an arm around her pulling her closer.

"You're so warm." y/n hummed, as if she was a purring cat. Kyra giggled and lent back against the sofa arm, pulling y/n with her so the two were happily cuddling on the sofa.

"I really like this." Kyra said after a moment. y/n slides up slightly, so she could see her face, trying to decipher the words.

"Me too." She tells the Australian who watches her.

"I really like you." Kyra says after another moment. "Really like you." She adds and y/n smiles shyly.

"Really?" She asks and Kyra nods. "I really like you to." y/n hums, her fingers tucking a strand of Kyra's hair behind her ear. "Really like you." She adds.

Kyra grins, her eyes shining excitedly as she suddenly races forward, her forehead slightly bumping y/n's as she kissed her. y/n gasped, not expecting it but quickly sunk into the kiss. Ignoring the head bump from Kyra's enthusiasm.

The two held their lips together, hearts both beating nervously as they did so, their hands found each other and they held on tightly, pulling each other closer.

Kyra hummed happily into the kiss, having been waiting for it the moment she met y/n, and when they finally pulled away, Kyra couldn't help but run her fingers over y/n's lips.

"Cherry lip balm." Kyra whispers, y/n giggling softly.

"Thought it was appropriate when I first bought it." She admits and Kyra smiles, before gasping.

"Leah's going to kill me." She realises.

"Maybe." A voice says and the two turn to see Leah, spare key in hand and y/n's kit bag in the other.

"Oh shit." Kyra says.

"Definitely." Leah then says and Kyra screeches before throwing y/n back onto the sofa and sprinting toward her room.

"Leah no!" y/n tries but the blonde has already run after her.

"You break her I break you!"

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uta (women) foordka: NO FUCKING WAY 😭😭😭

mccard: I CANNOT BELIEVE IT 😭

littlescott: so happy for you two trouble makers 😌

beffy: literally crying - i was so sick of the pining

thegoat: proud of you both!

beattiejuice: cuteeeeee!!! 😍😍

angelotte: aren't you two the sweetest

y/n: thank you all - however we won't be if leah keeps trying to kill her 😞

beffy: WHAT

mccard: hell no - I've waited too fookin long for this

foordka: we're on our way

catlady - but she has a dog: I'm already here 😎

y/n: i texted steph first - and she got here in fuckin moments it was crazy

littlescott: i'm omw too!

y/n just sent a photo

y/n: please come quick

thegoat: i'm going to bed...

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private message from goonerno.1

goonerno.1: you're such a snitch

y/n: ...

goonerno.1: if she upsets you - if she even annoys you - you come to me okay?

y/n: love you lee xx

goonerno.1: love you too kiddo x

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Arsenal babies do your thing !!!! xoxo <3

[adascore]

Sweet Dream Was Over

pairings: lionesses x young!arsenal!reader / beth mead x arsenal!reader / vivianne miedema x arsenal!reader

warnings: swearing. reader acts hostile with viv after being knocked out of the nations league by the netherlands.

author's note: wrote this right after the match to deal with the heartbreak :(( but proud of all of them anyway!

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December, 2023

''They scored a last-minute winner- we're out.'' The staff member read out loud, the scoresheet open on his phone.

The huddle, once filled with echoes of celebration, now hung heavy with disappointment. Their Olympic dreams were over, even after winning the match 6-0. Their win at Wembley had given them hope that they could do it, but the Dutch team pulled through, winning their fixture against Belgium 4-0.

One goal.

One goal is what it took for Y/N's world to fall apart.

Teammates exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting the shared sense of loss. The collective effort and triumphs all seemed to dissipate into the air, leaving behind a bitter taste of what could have been.

She could feel Lucy next to her falling to the ground, her older teammate groaning as she took in the news. Y/N patted her shoulder, a lame attempt at comfort.

Sarina started speaking, but she wasn't listening. Her head replayed each moment in their six matches where the young player could have made a difference, but didn't. Y/N knew deep inside that she was not solely to blame for their early exit, football is a team sport and they all had the carry the burden of ''what if”.

As the team dispersed, players walked toward the section where the dedicated fans had stood, expressing their gratitude for the unwavering support they had given them throughout their UWNL journey.

Y/N could feel an arm wrapping around her shoulders, suddenly feeling the warmth of another individual.

As she glanced aside, she smiled at who she found next to her. ''Hey, Beffy.'' The youngster mumbled.

''Hi, darling,'' The Arsenal star sounded just as dejected as she did, ''how you feeling?''

“Not good.” Y/N's usually monotone voice lacked its usual humor, a reflection of the heavy atmosphere.

The winger nodded in understanding. “I know, me too.” She pouted, sharing in the collective disappointment. ''At least we'll get a break next summer.''

''I don't want a break, I wanna play.'' Y/N immediately objected, her tone almost sounding like how a toddler would whine.

Beth remained quiet, knowing that nothing she would say could cure the current heartbreak going through her teammate at the moment. Sometimes, silence spoke louder than words.

In the midst of said silence, Beth gently squeezed Y/N's shoulder, offering a supportive presence.

The next day, the car ride back to North London wasn't the traditional gossip session it normally was. Beth carried the conversation, her younger housemate nodding or muttering a single word once in a while. As they drove through the familiar streets, Beth tried to lighten the mood with a subtle joke or two, attempting to elicit a smile from Y/N. The atmosphere in the car, however, remained heavy with the weight of the recent defeat.

The ringing of Beth's phone interrupted her thoughts on the upcoming Chelsea game, however, a soft smile appeared on her face once she saw who was calling her.

''It's Viv,'' She announced, briefly glancing at her teammate, ''hey, sweetheart.''

Y/N turned her head, attempting to admire the view, but the English weather was making it hard for her. She sighed loudly, the name of the Dutchwoman bringing her back to the group huddle of the day before.

''She's sitting next to me,'' Beth's words pulled her out of her trance, ''sure.''

The blonde tapped her arm, making Y/N turn back around. ''Hmm?'' She confusedly hummed.

''You wanna say something to Viv?'' Beth asked, sweetly.

The teenager simply shook her head, shifting in her seat so she could look out the window again.

The older one frowned at the action, expecting her to want to talk to Vivianne. ''Uh, Viv, she's sleeping, sorry.'' Beth lied, coming up with the quickest excuse she could find.

''Oh, that's okay, I'll see her soon.'' The Dutch striker answered, slight dejection audible in her voice.

They talked for a couple more minutes, but Y/N drowned their conversation out- daydreaming about the day she actually gets to play for Team GB, and winning the gold medal with them.

It was again Beth who took her out of her haze she was in. ''Hey, you okay?''

''Yeah, just tired. Don't feel like talking.'' It had been the longest sentence she had said all day.

Beth nodded understandingly, deciding not to push further, occasionally glancing at Y/N, who seemed lost in her own thoughts.

Eventually, they made it home and their chauffeur helped them with their suitcases.

As soon as they stepped into the house, Y/N swiftly retreated to her room without much interaction. Beth, sensing the weight of the recent disappointment, decided to give her space.

The house felt unusually quiet without the usual banter and laughter. Beth, while sympathizing with her need for solitude, couldn't shake off the somber atmosphere. She figured she would wait for her partner, who wouldn't arrive home for at least another hour.

Beth settled on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television absentmindedly. The sound of a key turning in the front door signaled Vivianne's arrival.

The Brit immediately got up, greeting her girlfriend with a warm embrace.

Vivianne reciprocated, sensing Beth's need for comfort. They held each other for a moment, finding solace in one another's arms.

They moved to the couch, catching up with one another and either offering each other consolation or congratulations. Vivianne noticed the lack of noise in their home- their teenage teammate usually filling the space up with whatever had happened to her that day, and if it wasn't her voice, it was the music from her speakers.

''Is Y/N taking a nap? She must have barely slept if she was already sleeping in the car.'' She asked Beth, frowning.

Her partner sighed at the question. ''Uh, no, she's just… she's having a hard time with it. She really thought we'd gone through to the final four,'' she explained, resulting in a sullen look on Vivianne's face, ''she was actually awake in the car, but she wasn't in the mood to talk.''

Vivianne's expression shifted to one of understanding, but also concern. “I get it, it's tough for her right now.”

''Maybe you can go check on her? We've been home for a while now, maybe that's helped.'' Beth suggested, believing the youngster to have come to terms with it by now, or at least more than in the car.

The striker gently knocked on Y/N's bedroom door, but there was no response. She cautiously pushed it open, finding Y/N laying sideways on her bed, scrolling on her phone.

''Hey,” Vivianne spoke softly, ''can I come in?''

Y/N didn't take her eyes off of her phone, not a single acknowledgement. ''Don't feel like talking.''

''I understand, just wanted to check how you were doing.'' The Dutchwoman sighed.

''Hmm.''

It's like pulling teeth, Vivianne thought to herself.

She hesitated for a moment before deciding to sit on the edge of Y/N's bed. Her eyes stayed fixated on the teenager, hoping to find a sign of openness or willingness to share her feelings.

''Football is cruel. We all wanted to win, and have a chance to qualify. It hurts when it doesn't happen.'' Vivianne tried her best to convey understanding, her voice gentle. ''I wish all of us could go next year.''

It was quiet for a few seconds, the uneasy tension growing. ''Yeah, but we can't.'' Y/N responded, an uncharacteristic harsh tone in her voice.

Vivianne was taken aback by the sudden change, never having heard that tone come out of the girl's mouth. ''I get it, it hurts.''

''You already got to go to the Olympics. It's not fair.''

The older woman sighed at the frustration steaming off of her younger teammate. ''I know it doesn't feel fair, but you have to keep pushing forward. There will be more tournaments, more chances.''

''I wanted to go with Beth. She didn't get to go last time.'' Y/N wasn't directly answering to what Vivianne was telling her, still present in her own world of disappointment.

The older one could sense the resentment. ''Y/N, I get it, I really do. It's not the end, though. You'll have more opportunities, and you'll get to share those moments with Beth.'' She spoke softly.

''Who even says that? The next one is in 2028, Beth might not even play by then anymore.'' The teenager retorted.

''2028 is still a possibility. She has a lot more football left in her, and I'm sure you'll get to experience all of it together.''

Y/N rolled her eyes, dismissing Vivianne's attempt at reassurance. “Just save it. Your team already ruined our chances. Don't pretend like you care about my opportunities.”

“Come on, don-“

Y/N seemed stuck in her moment of frustration. It was hard to think about the future, when the present had become such a huge letdown. ''Viv, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but can you please leave? You're just making me more upset.''

It felt equal to being slapped in the face, in Vivianne's opinion. However, she nodded and gave Y/N's foot a little pat before quietly leaving the room.

Beth noticed Vivianne emerging from Y/N's room with a weary expression. “I think I made it worse.” Vivianne admitted, sitting next to Beth on the couch.

“Why? What did you say?” Beth asked, concerned.

“That it's tough, and that I wished that all of us could go. She just thinks it's really unfair that I already went to the Olympics, meanwhile she and you have never been.” Vivianne explained, her tone dejected.

Beth furrowed her brows, a mixture of frustration and empathy in her eyes. “She's not in the mood to listen, huh?”

Vivianne nodded, “Yeah, she's being a bit… resentful, I don't know.”

The Brit wrapped her arm around her partner, pulling her in as she caressed her arms. “Just give her a bit time. She'll come around. Losing hits her hard. I think it's been a bit much with the World Cup and the Champions League.”

Vivianne agreed. “Yeah, you're right.”

As dinner time approached, the Dutchie decided to prepare a meal, hoping it might lift the heavy atmosphere in the house. She opted for Y/N's favorite dish, a small attempt to lighten her mood. However, the teenager remained in her room, showing no interest in joining them.

Beth decided to bring the plate to the youngster's room, figuring she still wasn't ready to be in other people's presence.

A soft knock on Y/N's door preceded Beth's gentle voice, “Hey, I brought you some dinner.”

Y/N, still upset but hungry, mumbled an acknowledgment.

Beth smiled, and put the tray of food on her desk. “I thought you might be hungry,” she said, trying to break the tension. “It's your favorite.”

Y/N glanced at the food, her expression softening slightly. “Thanks, Beth.”

“Viv made it.” She revealed.

The younger one chuckled. “Yeah, I figured that out pretty quickly.”

“How come?”

“It looks and smells nice.”

“Hey!” Beth jokingly slapped her arm, offended. “You liked that omelet I made you a few weeks ago.”

“I was being polite, Beffy.” Y/N said, a small grin on her face.

The offended woman rolled her eyes. “Whatever, enjoy your nice-smelling food.”

Beth lingered by the doorway, wanting to see her younger companion eat the food with her own eyes.

“You know, Viv spent quite some time making sure it's perfect.“ She spoke up once she noticed Y/N just picking at the food.

Her gaze shifted from the plate to Beth, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “That's very sweet. I'll thank her later.”

Beth smiled, appreciating the subtle shift in her youngster's demeanor. “I'm sure she'd like that. She put a lot of care into it.”

As Y/N began to eat, Beth hesitated before speaking again. “You know, it's okay to be upset about the game. We all are. But you don't have to take it out on her.”

The teenager looked up, meeting Beth's gaze. There was a moment of vulnerability in her eyes, a silent admission that the disappointment weighed heavier than she let on. “I know,” she whispered, “it's just too much at the moment.”

“I understand, lovey,” Beth stepped away from the door, walking over to Y/N, “we're here for you, okay? You can come talk to us when you feel ready.” She pinched her cheek, hoping her affection showed her genuineness.

Y/N couldn't help but crack a small smile. “I know, Beffy. Thanks.” She mumbled between bites, grateful for the comforting presence of her older teammate.

“You can come and put your plate in the dishwasher once you're done, and maybe apologize to someone…” Her eyebrow was raised.

The Arsenal prodigy chuckled, knowing exactly who Beth was referring to. “Yeah, I will.”

“She doesn't like when people are upset with her, especially you.” Beth admitted.

“I'm not upset with her. I just wasn't ready to be told that everything would be fine and that there would be more chances to go.”

Beth smiled at Y/N's words. “She cares about you a lot, you know? I understand it was a little too early- I'm also still upset. But she meant well, she hates it when you're sad. She wasn't trying to tell dismiss your feelings or anything, she just wants to be here for you.”

Y/N sighed, appreciating her perspective. “Yeah, I know. I'll talk to her later.”

“Good. Now, enjoy your meal, and take your time.” Beth said, leaving Y/N to her dinner and thoughts.

“Does she like it?” Vivianne asked as soon as her girlfriend walked back into the dining room, eager to know the answer.

Beth nodded. “She's eating from it, and said she would thank you later.”

Her partner smiled, a mixture of relief and satisfaction crossing her features. “I'm glad. It's hard seeing her upset.”

“She's still young. You know how these young players get when they lose.” Beth noted.

“Yeah, but still. She also deserves a chance to go to the Olympics, I'm sad for her.” Vivianne knew how much the teenager worked each day, one and off the pitch.

“I know, but we knew from the start that it was only gonna be one team.”

Vivianne nodded. “I just hope she'll understand that it's not about her abilities or efforts. Sometimes, it's just the way things go in this sport.”

Beth squeezed her hand in reassurance. “She knows deep down.”

The couple started their own dinner, taking their minds off the last couple of days and just focus on one another.

It was about two hours later that the Arsenal homegrown came out of her room to go put her plate in the dishwasher- most of that time was spend trying to find the right words to apologize to her Dutch housemate.

As she walked into the living room, she could see that the tv was running, but neither half of the pair was there. Y/N hesitated for a moment, debating whether to disappear into her room again. However, she resumed her walk to the kitchen, not wanting a dirty plate in her room.

In the kitchen, she was met with Vivianne, who had her back turned while being busy trying to make tea.

The teenager awkwardly moved to the dishwasher, and put her plate in, closing it afterwards. The noise startled her teammate.

Vivianne turned around to where Y/N was standing, her hand on her heart. ''Jezus, you scared me.'' She sighed, taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

''Sorry.'' Y/N nervously smiled.

The older woman simply shook her head. ''Don't worry, you just caught me off guard.'' She chuckled.

''Oh, okay.'' The youngster cringed internally at her tense answer. Vivianne offered a smile at the kid's obvious distress, but went back to focusing on her tea-making.

The kitchen atmosphere felt slightly awkward, although it might just have been all in the youngest's mind. Y/N cleared her throat, attempting to break the silence. “Uh, thanks for the food. It was really nice.”

Vivianne turned to face Y/N, her expression softening. “You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it.”

''Uhm, Viv,'' she started fiddling with her hands, ''I'm sorry for earlier. I was upset about the outcome of the matches, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You and your team really deserve to go to the Olympics. I'm really sorry.''

The Dutchwoman appreciated the apology, relieved Y/N recognized her behavior. ''Thank you for saying that. I understand it's a tough situation, and I would have had a hard time with it as well, so don't worry about it.'' She told her with a warm smile.

''Thanks, Viv.'' Y/N moved from where she was standing, approaching Vivianne and wrapping her arms around the striker's waist. ''And congratulations, by the way. I'm really happy for you. You worked really hard.''

Vivianne welcomed her hug, reciprocating with a gentle squeeze. ''Thank you, that means a lot to me.''

The tension from earlier had disappeared, and Y/N could feel all the anxiety from earlier, leaving her body.

''Oh, mijn meisjes!'' (''My girls!'') Beth broke the silence, running over and joining the embrace, relieved to see Y/N having followed up on her words. ''I'm so happy to see this. Only smiley faces!'' She exclaimed, her infectious enthusiasm spreading through the room.

''Beth, we were having a moment.'' Vivianne said in a monotone voice, but with a smile on her face.

The Brit jokingly rolled her eyes. ''I'm joining your moment.''

Y/N and Vivianne gave each other a glance before speaking. ''No!''

ideas are always welcome for this series!

[kamwilliamsonn]

pretty - Vivianne Miedema

request : here

of which Viv gets a little too drunk at one of Katie's parties

"y/n come join us, please!" Leah pouts at you, asking you to come and join with them.

"I think I should probably stay sober, mate, somebody has gotta look after you lot." You smiled at her, laughing as she slouches herself against you.

She drunkenly points across the room to wear your favourite Dutchie stood, clearly out of her mind. "Think she might need it more than the rest of us."

The blonde was staring over to you and Leah, a small pout on her face, one arm holding a glass that she's drinking far too quickly, while the other is holding onto the table to keep her standing.

You laughed softly and pulled Leah off of you, passing her over to Jen instead, and made your way over to Viv.

She hadn't even noticed you make your way over until you had plucked the glass from her hand.

"Hey, pretty, let's get you home, ey?" You mumbled softly, putting your arm around her waist.

Her head instantly leans down onto your shoulder - it was a struggle because she was a little taller than you - and nods tiredly. "y/n/n, I'm sleepy." She mutters out and you smile down at her.

"Hey, everyone! I'm gonna take Viv home, does anybody else want a lift?" Beth instantly took the invite and headed towards your car, climbing in the back seat while you help Viv into the front.

Ever the animated drunk, Beth talks to you the whole way to her house, only having her seatbelt on because you had forced her to.

Viv, on the other hand, sat quietly in the front seat - a comfort-loving drunk - her hand was resting on your knee, as she stared at you driving, her eyes flickered all over you, ignoring every word that Beth said.

Beth was the first to be dropped off, you walk her up to her door, your eyes flicking to Viv in the car, making sure that she didn't do anything dumb.

You grab her keys from her hands for her and unlock the door, watching as she collapsed onto the sofa and falls asleep instantly.

You grab two aspirin from your bag and grab her a bottle of water, leaving them on the coffee table next to her.

"Goodnight, Beffy." You mumble softly before leaving the house, shutting the door behind you and making sure it locks.

When you get back to the car, Viv is practically crying in her seat.

You instantly sit down and shut the door. "Hey, what's wrong?" You ask her, only to be met with silence. "Vivianne." You warn her softly, letting her know she should answer.

She looks over to you, and the pout and tears almost make you start crying yourself. "I thought you forgot about me." She mumbles.

You lean over and give her a soft kiss on her forehead. "I would never."

That makes the tears stop, her hand instantly goes back to your knee, drumming a little beat as you pull your seatbelt on and start the car once more.

Once you arrive at her house, you ask her for your keys, and see the tears form once more. "I left them inside. And Beth is the only person with a spare key."

"That's okay. It's okay, don't cry. You can crash at mine and we'll get your key from Beth in the morning, how does that sound?"

The blonde nods softly, a pout still on her face as you start the car again.

The moment you pull up at your house, you shut the car off completely, pulling your keys out.

You get out of your side and walk around to Viv's side. You unlock the door and help her out, wrapping your arm around her waist once more.

Her head drops into the crook of your neck and in her drunken state she starts to press soft kisses.

Your breath hitches softly as you try and ignore it, walking her up your steps, unlocking your door with your left hand - it wasn't easy.

You walked her up to your bedroom - you'd use the guest, your bed was nicer and you didn't want Viv to be uncomfortable - and found a pair of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt that would fit her before placing them on your bed.

"I'm gonna grab myself some clothes and go get changed in the guest room, then, I will bring you some aspirin and some water, and you will go to sleep. Understand?"

"Can't you stay with me?"

"Do you really want me to?"

"Yes. Really." She nods energetically. "You're pretty, I wanna share the bed with a pretty girl."

"You're so drunk."

You still ended up getting changed in the other room, and she got changed in yours, you went to bed with her in your arms.

And the next morning, even with your hair a mess, and a little dribble dripping down your chin, she still thought you were the most gorgeous girl in the world.

And even with a pounding headache she made sure to tell you. Her head once more resting in the crook of your neck as she mumbled to you,

just how pretty you were.

What do you think? I feel like the writing sucks a little, and it could have been written better, but I adore the idea so- yay :)

[lessi-lover]

could you do headcannons for mccfoord? love ur works btw x

sorry for the late response just finished one text going strong! 💪

★ k.mccabe x c.foord

best believe katie and caitlin have fully conjoined their wardrobes together, walking into their shared closet you probably wouldn't be able to differentiate between the two. as well as their wardrobe, there won't be a day that you won't see one of them wearing something of the others. If it's not katie sneaking a pair of caitlin's shoes, then it's caitlin taking a pair of katie's hoodies, the brunette's jumpers much larger on her. "are ya wearing my clothes again?" katie would complain, knowing full well that she loved when the aussie borrowed her things, her jumpers and shirts mysteriously going missing. "maybe. but are you wearing my slides again?" the forward would ask. "shush."

caitlin is always cleaning up after katie's messes. for example, one time katie went around before caitlin arrived telling everybody that kyra had been hit with a terrible virus over the weekend. even explaining that she had just dropped by to give kyra some soup through the door. and exactly as you would think, kyra showed up not even a few minutes later with slight confusion on her face at the worried looks she was receiving from her friends. "ky why are you here?" beth questioned, stepping backwards nervously until her back hit the wall. "why wouldn't i be here beffy?" kyra jokes, walking towards the older blonde until she caught her teammates eyes widening as she shuffled away. "why are you all being weird?" as kyra approached the girls, she couldn't help but notice the uneasy tension in the air. beth's nervous reaction made her brain all puzzled, as she exchanged confused glances. "um, what's going on?" kyra asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. "we heard you were just a bit under the weather, that's all." steph responded sheepishly when nobody else spoke. a low chuckled could be heard, all the girls turning around to see katie giggling to herself as she tied her boots. "oh you think this is funny do you mccabe? five pounds you had something to do with this!" kyra challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. the irish captain began cracking up hysterically, head falling backwards as her chest hurt from laughing so much. "katie mccabe what did you do?" and all amusement dropped the minute katie heard the scolding voice of her girlfriend. "nothing?"

when caitlin and katie first started going out, katie had already had a cat. no matter how hard the irish tried to convince her girlfriend that cats were completely harmless, the aussie was adamant that she was a dog person through and through. although, caitlin couldn't defend herself when she came home early from brunch with some of the aussie girls and saw cooper so innocently curled up on the couch and decided there was nothing not worth trying. so you could imagine the surprise on katie's face when she came home from shopping to find her girlfriend cuddled up with her cat so relaxed on their couch, she couldn't help but post it on her instagram later that day.

katie will go to all ends to make caitlin the best breakfast she possibly can because it's the only way she knows she can get out of her bad books for all the trouble she causes with kyra and less.

caitlin and katie mimic each others accents all the time and they find it hilarious to hear one another attempt.

they could listen to each other for hours on end about almost everything.

nobody will ever understand what they are giggling about, almost as if they can talk to each other without words (which they can) but they certainly get a lot of stick for the interruptions they cause during conversations.

they really are designated bus partners and won't let anybody stand in the way of after game cuddles. you best believe katie will bite if she has too.

[dutchmeadema95]

What love language screams Meadema?

I think all five fit but mostly equality time, physical touch and words of affirmation.

Both speak highly of the other in interviews and can't go one day without mentioning the other 😅

Throuple dates are a thing too like nurse Beffy said.

And physical touch.. well we witnessed the cutest hugs and they have that huge ass couch, so cuddles while watching football will end their day perfectly.

[sapphicromanoffxo]

Ultimate Distractions| n.r. x w.m.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word count: 2,270

Warnings: beefy! Nat, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, daddy kink

Summary: this is based on a request "drabble about wanda and beffy!nat where they were supposed to train but wands obvs gets distracted and they end up fucking in the gym... 👀"

A/N: i know this is supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away, again. This is not proof read so if there are any mistakes, my bad. Happy reading! 💜

╰┈➤ Masterlist

Wanda lay sound asleep, the quiet of the night embracing her as she dreamt away. Unbeknownst to her, Natasha had returned from her mission, slipping silently into their shared bed.

As the morning light barely filtered through the curtains, the tranquillity of sleep was shattered by a tender sensation. Gentle kisses, feather-light yet persistent, began a trail from Wanda's neck, meandering down to the swell of her breasts. The soft touch and warmth of Natasha's affection served as her unexpected alarm clock at an unfathomable hour of 5:30 AM.

"Wake up, malen'kaya ved'ma. I've heard that you skipped training with Steve while I was away so we have to train today as your punishment."

Wanda, caught off guard by the sudden touch, blinked away the remnants of sleep, her senses stirring to the tender yet surprising wakeup call. Startled and half-awake, Wanda's shock spilled out in question, "What the hell happened to your hair, Natasha?" She can't pinpoint whether this change is good or not. "Plus, you just got back from a mission. Shouldn't you be resting?"

Natasha, sporting an undercut blonde hair and brimming with pride from her recent mission, explained, "The mission was a breeze even though it was a long one, but I had to switch things up for the sake of disguise. I can't risk being recognized."

"Please bring back my favorite red hair and ditch this blonde," Wanda pleaded accompanied by a pout.

Ignoring the pouty face, Natasha pressed Wanda to get ready for their training session. "No time for pouting, darling. Get dressed. Gym. Be there within fifteen minutes or you'll be running laps with Rogers!" Natasha threatened while she made her way through the door and left Wanda scrambling on her feet.

Upon Wanda's arrival at the gym, Natasha, wearing only her sports bra and shorts, had already completed her warm-ups, striding over to her girlfriend. "I thought we'd start with some weight lifting before diving into hand-to-hand combat. Sounds good?"

Wanda acknowledged the other woman with a nod, reluctantly beginning her own series of warm-up stretches. This early morning training routine made by Natasha was far from Wanda's preferred way to start the day. Yet, amidst her discontent, there were undeniable advantages, exemplified by the scene unfolding before her.

Natasha, currently engrossed in executing weighted pull-ups, showcased a display of unparalleled strength. With each controlled lift, the contours of her back muscles rippled in a mesmerising display. The obvious show of power and strength made Wanda momentarily breathless and weak-kneed.

Every rep executed by Natasha was a testament to her full-bodied upper strength, each movement done with precision. As the count of pull-ups increased, so did Natasha's confidence, evident in the smirk she directed at Wanda, who was unabashedly caught in a state of awe.

"Careful, detka, your mouth might catch a fly," Natasha teased with a hint of playful arrogance, revelling in the astonished expression plastered on Wanda's face.

Now that Wanda was caught, she played it cool by not acknowledging Natasha's comment and continued with her interrupted warm ups and proceeded with her work out.

However, Natasha, ever perceptive, observed Wanda's lingering distraction and decided to tease her witch. With a sly smile, she made her way to the bench, purposefully selecting weights for her hip thrusts that pushed the limits of her strength – a daunting 180 kg, nearly triple her own body weight. She couldn't resist provoking Wanda, knowing full well that this particular work out almost mimics her movement whenever she's fucking Wanda from the bottom.

Resting after her final set of lat pulldowns, Wanda's attention shifted to Natasha, seated on the floor, a heavily loaded barbell nestled on her hips. With impressive strength, Natasha drove the weight upward, her quads and glutes engaging powerfully with each rep. It was a familiar sight, yet Wanda couldn't help but be awestruck by Natasha's lithe muscular frame exuding a raw sense of power.

Witnessing the manifestation of years of disciplined training in Natasha's physique always left Wanda in a state of admiration. The sheer control and strength that Natasha wielded over her body seemed almost supernatural.

Wanda found herself squeezing her thighs at every grunt that Natasha voices out whenever the weight becomes too much to lift. Those grunts are the exact same sounds that Natasha makes when she's fucking Wanda a little rougher than usual. It is nearly impossible to manage her growing arousal when her girlfriend is literally showing off an ounce of dominating aura. There's a great possibility that her thin panties will be ruined by the end of their training.

"You alright, baby?" Natasha called out after a while when she noticed Wanda staring at her blankly.

Wanda blinked from her reverie and responded, "Uhh. Yes. I'm fine, Natasha."

"I'm going to finish two more sets then we can train on the mats." Natasha said as she positioned herself again for her second set.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda made a conscious choice to abandon her routine, consequences be damned and to focus her remaining time daydreaming instead. In her mind, she imagined vividly how she'd look good perched on Natasha' waist, being fucked by her strap and moaning on her lover's ears. The way Natasha would hold her hips firmly down as she thrust her cock inside her, making her head and eyes roll back in pleasure. Natasha would never hurt her in bed, but Wanda begs to be spanked and choked. Wanda trusts her girlfriend so much that she agrees on being tied, gagged, and blindfolded when the mood calls for it.

All these thoughts made her flush and she felt a gush of wetness deep inside her core. She really needs to stop daydreaming and at least be productive with their training, however her eyes found Natasha panting and groaning as she finished her last set. Her sweat was dripping down her neck and chest that makes her glow like a fucking goddess that she is. A goddess of sex in particular.

Wanda knew that she needs to do something to soothe and calm her throbbing pussy or she mighy lose it. She's like an animal in heat, looking for her lover to make her cum over and over again until it all feel sensitive. So she walked over to Natasha, kicking the barbell rolling it away from Natasha's body. She was feeling hot and bold at the moment, sat atop Natasha's waist and demanded, "I need you to fuck me."

"What happened to your manners, huh? Is that how you ask your Daddy? Have I not taught you anything, baby girl?" Natasha smirked at how Wanda attempted to get a hold of desire, but failed miserably.

Wanda bit her lip, trying to quell how she's suddenly feeling shy and uncomfortable under Natasha's heavy gaze. The witch tried once again to relay her needs, "I'm sorry, Daddy. Please, I need you to fuck me."

"See? That's better. You know I hate it when you are not asking politely. Good girls get rewarded and do you know what happens to bad girls, hmm?" Natasha had to gently lift Wanda's chin, finding her avoiding eye contact, realizing she had let Natasha down. However, Natasha was adept at knowing how to motivate Wanda to cooperate.

"Bad girls get punished."

"That's right. Would you like to be punished, detka?"

Wanda shuddered at the idea of being punished. She knew how extreme Natasha's punishments are and they vary from either being edged multiple times, spanked until her ass is bruised,or a total orgasm denial. There was even a time when vibrator was kept inside her for hours which made her almost pass out from having orgasms after orgasms. On top of it all, Wanda won't be allowed to sleep beside Natasha, making her vulnerable after an intense session.

"No, Daddy. Please don't punish me. I will be your good girl. I promise!" Wanda pleaded and hoped that it reach Natasha's conscience.

"Sit on the bench and remove your shorts and panties." Natasha demanded and Wanda immediately did what she have been told in a timely manner, not wanting to upset the widow.

Pleased with Wanda's obedience, maybe Natasha can go easy on her girl. After all, she had been away for a week and and is looking for a much needed down time with Wanda.

Natasha kneeled and pushed Wanda's legs wide open, she carresed her thighs with her nails dragging up and down,"Aww, look at my kitten. So obedient and pliant. Would be a shame to not be rewarded, hmm?"

"Nata— Daddy, please."

"Shhh, baby. You wanted to be fucked but first, I wanna eat you out." Natasha did not waste any more time and dove right into Wanda's shaved, wet pussy. Natasha's warm and long tongue expertly licking the hardened nub deliciously the way she wanted it.

A series of breathy moans like oh yes, just like that, and feels so good were coming out of Wanda mouth which are all music to Natasha's ears.

Natasha continued her assault and flicked Wanda's swollen clit using ther tip of her tongue, relentlessly swirling it around. Wanda held onto Natasha's hair, moaning heavily, "Please, don't stop!"

Natasha lifted both of her hands to play wih Wanda's large tits. She felt bad for not giving them the much needed attention as she was too eager to please Wanda's awaiting cunt.

This new added sensation and the obscene sound that Natasha is making sent a bolt of electricity down Wanda's clit, pushing her near her orgasm faster than lightning. "Fuck! Daddy! Fuck me, please!"

Since Wanda asked nicely, Natasha brought down her left hand and penetrated two fingers without a warning, going in and out aggressively. "Holy shit. Listen to how wet you are, detka. So fucking good to me."

If Wanda was shaking before, she's now convulsing from the overwhelming pleasure which she will drown on. Her legs were now placed on each side of Natasha's shoulder, the muscle in her abdomen contracting due to her heavy breathing.

Natasha added another finger, curling them inside, urging the witch closer to her climax. Wanda bounced on her fingers, taking them as deep as she could.

As Wanda gets closer and closer to her orgasm, her moans become louder at every swipe of Natasha's tongue, and thrust of her fingers. "Daddy, daddy! God, I'm going to cum!!"

The spy doubled her efforts, and felt Wanda's velvety walls tightened and relaxed as she rode out her orgasm, but still continued to finger her, knuckle-deep, never stopping no matter how Wanda begged her to.

"Natasha! No more, please. It's too much. Please please!"

"Shut up! You can take one more, okay? You're a good girl, right?"

Wanda whimpered even more, and listened to Natasha's demand. She's too sensitive down there and couldn't imagine having one more orgasm. But she's Natasha's good girl and there is nothing more important than pleasing her daddy. Just one more and they are done.

"Okay. I can take one more. Just please, be gentle." Wanda requested, however, she knew at the back of her mind that Natasha will not listen to her pleas.

"Good girl."

And just as what Wanda had suspected, Natasha fingered her again and continued to abuse her hole. Wanda cried out from pain and pleasure, her head swimming in an ocean of endless pleasure, going deeper and deeper until she can no longer breath.

"Daddy! Slow down!"

Natasha just growled and lowered her face on Wanda's sensitive clit. She just couldn't get enough of the sweet nectar that is oozing out of Wanda's pussy. Bloody hell. This is better than any drugs that can be pumped inside her body.

Wanda screamed when her orgasm swept like a tidal wave, inundating her senses and thoughts, crashing over her with great intensity.

When Wanda's orgasm subsided, Natasha made sure to hold her down, and whispered sweet nothings to assure her of her presence. "You did so well for me, baby. My good girl. I love you."

Wanda felt how sore her body is, the aftermath of her lousy work out and being fucked by Natasha, "I love you, Natty. Please take me to bed."

"Certainly. Let's get you cleaned up then we can take a nap."

Natasha lifted Wanda into her embrace, and the witch quickly wounded her arms and legs around Natasha's waist and neck, steadying herself to prevent her from falling. The spy felt Wanda's wetness in her abs and did nothing more than sigh. This almost made her fuck the witch against the wall but she decided against it since she knew they need to get out of here before Steve catches them.

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The super soldier, accustomed to his disciplined routine, arrived exactly at the gym at 6:30 a.m., having already completed his morning laps. Upon entering, his sharp eye caught sight of a barbell with weights still attached, indicating recent use. He strode closer, scanning the area, and spotted two articles of clothing strewn nearby: a pair of sports shorts lay beside a pink panty. Intrigued by the scene, he couldn't help but wonder about the person who had left these items behind in such haste. However, within the confines of the compound, there existed merely two female residents, both intimately involved with each other.

"Jesus Christ," Steve decided not to dwell any longer at the incriminating scene that he just witnessed and promptly instructed FRIDAY to reach out to Romanoff. Steve requested her presence at the gym as soon as possible to reclaim the articles left behind and prayed that nobody else will come down here.

[lvnleah]

our little footballer.

find the series masterlist here!

May 2028 | 3 years old. 

“Mumma! Mummy!” Finley's voice rang through the house, bright and eager, just before the bedroom door swung open. The sound of his small feet pattering on the floor signalled the start of the day. The sun hadn’t even risen fully yet, but Finley was already wide awake. 

“Wake up! I play football today!” he shouted, his excitement contagious. 

Leah groaned softly as Finley climbed up onto the bed, his small but surprisingly strong hands gripping the duvet as he scrambled over to her side. He didn't hesitate before plopping himself right down onto her chest, causing her to let out a playful “Ooft!” in protest.

“When did you get so big, huh?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep as she blinked her eyes open to look at him. “You’re still a baby!”

Finley giggled, his blonde curls bouncing as he sat proudly on top of her, his eyes shining with excitement. “Me a big boy now, silly Mumma!” he declared, puffing his little chest out. “I play football today!” He wiggled with joy, barely able to contain himself as he repeated the words.  

From your side of the bed, you smiled at the scene, watching the two of them. Leah looked at you with a tired but affectionate smile. 

Leah gently lifted Finley off her chest and sat him between the two of you. “And what time is it, Mr. Big Boy?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.  

Finley frowned, his face scrunching up in concentration. “It’s... football o’clock!”  

You and Leah both laughed at that. “Football o’clock, huh?” you said, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Pretty sure it’s still early, bubs.”

“Early birds score goals, right?” Leah added with a grin. She sat up, rubbing her eyes before planting a quick kiss on Finley’s forehead. “Alright, alright. Let’s get you ready for your big day.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Finley scrambled off the bed, hopping down and running toward his tiny closet where his kit and boots waited. Leah had laid them out the night before, knowing full well he’d be up at the crack of dawn, ready to go. 

“Look!” Finley called out, holding up his mini Arsenal kit with pride. “I’m gonna score a goal today! Beffy said I’m the best striker!”

Leah smirked, glancing over at you with that playful gleam in her eye. “Beffy said that, did she?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “You know she’s been trying to claim him as a striker since he was born.”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” Leah said, “He’s got defender written all over him.”

Finley, still holding his kit, looked over at you both, confused. “What that?”

Leah walked over, crouching down to his level. “It means you stop the other team from scoring goals. Like how Mumma does.”

“Oh,” Finley said, considering this for a moment. Then his face lit up. “But I want to score goals like Beffy!”

Leah laughed, shaking her head. “Alright, little striker. We’ll see how you do today.”

You got up as well, heading toward the kitchen to make breakfast while Leah helped Finley into his kit. His little boots were placed neatly by the door, and you could hear him excitedly chatting away as Leah knelt down to lace them up. 

By the time breakfast was ready, Finley was already fully dressed, bouncing from foot to foot as he waited impatiently. 

“Look, Mummy!” he called out, running toward you in his mini kit, his boots thudding against the floor. “I’m ready!”

“You sure are,” you said, smiling as you set his plate down. “Now let’s make sure you eat something before all that running around.”

Finley, never one to sit still for long, hurriedly ate his breakfast, his legs swinging beneath the table. He had gotten so big over the past three years and you sometimes wondered where your tiny baby had gone. 

He was now in preschool for two days of the week and was a little chatterbox, you and Leah never heard a minute of silence anymore. 

A few weeks ago, Leah had insisted on getting him the best pair of boots, even though you knew he'd outgrow them in a matter of months. She’d picked up a tiny pair, with bright blue stripes running along the sides. 

“He looks so grown up,” Leah said, her voice cracking just a little.

You smiled and shook your head. "He’s three, Leah. He’s still a bubba."

After what felt like an eternity to Finley, the time finally came to head out. The drive to the local park was filled with the sound of Finley’s non-stop chatter. He talked about scoring goals, saving shots, and how Beth and Lia were coming to watch him just like he’d asked them to. His excitement was infectious, and even though Leah tried to stay calm, you could tell she was as eager as Finley was to see him play.

When you arrived, Finley hopped out of the car and immediately started bouncing up and down, his energy at an all-time high. 

“There’s Beffy!” he squealed, pointing as Beth, Lia, and Viv got out of their car. 

Beth knelt down to greet him, pulling him into a hug as he ran into her chest. “There’s my little striker! Ready to score some goals today?”

“Yes!” Finley replied, nodding enthusiastically.

Viv chuckled, ruffling Finley’s hair. “You're going to be so good, Finn!”

Finley seemed to consider this for a moment before shaking his head. “I’m gonna score goals!”

Lia smirked, nudging Beth. “Looks like you’ve already won him over.”

Leah crossed her arms with a teasing glare toward Beth. “We’ll see about that.”

The session began soon after, and as Finley joined the other kids, the rest of you stood on the sidelines, watching proudly. His excitement was still there, but there was a determination in his little face as well—a little frown identical to Leah’s. 

When the ball finally came to him, he took a deep breath, and with one swift kick, sent it straight into the net.

The cheers from the sidelines were deafening.

“Striker!” Beth shouted, grinning as Leah just shook her head with a smile. “See, what did I tell you?” Beth grinned, nudging Leah. “Natural-born striker.”

Leah shook her head, but there was no denying the joy in her eyes. “Beginner’s luck.”

But then it happened again. Another shot, another goal. This time, Finley turned to the sidelines, arms raised high as if expecting a stadium’s worth of applause. And that’s exactly what he got. You and the girls clapped and cheered like you were in the stands of the Emirates.

Beth was the first to run over, scooping Finley into her arms again. “Two goals! He’s definitely following in my footsteps.”

Leah laughed, though her eyes never left Finley. “We’ll see. He’s still got time to be a defender!”

Lia smirked, leaning in toward you. “I’m betting on goalkeeper.”

The session eventually came to an end, and Finley ran over, red-faced and grinning, sweat dampening his blonde curls. He plopped down on the grass, looking up at you and Leah with a satisfied sigh.

“Can I play for Arsenal one day,” he asked as you handed him a juice box. 

Leah knelt down next to him, “You just might, buddy. But remember, it’s all about having fun.”

As you all made your way back to the car, Finley chattered non-stop about the session. His excitement was infectious. Leah squeezed your hand as you both walked behind the group.

“Our little footballer,” she said quietly, her voice filled with pride.

You smiled, squeezing back. “Yeah, our little footballer.”

And though it was just the first of many football sessions to come, you both knew it was the start of something special. 

[insomniakisses]

I love that Beth is the one people would text for Leah when she needs cuddles

Every single one of them would happily curl up with Leah and cuddle her better but Beth has been Leah's cuddle buddy for so long now that Leah is automatically diving into her arms the minute she sees her and is feeling even the slightest bit unsettled

⚡️

Beffy and lele have such a sweet bond.

When shes over whelmed and cant make words ull often just hear leah whimper “b-b-“ and beth is there instantly kissing her head and cradling her closer.

Beth is just an affectionate baby and leah needs that.

[meademalove]

Beffy and viv are so cute the bikini pic wow viv is very lucky give us more cute pics like this pleaseeee Beth and viv 🥺🥺

After surviving on crumbs for months I'm just soooo happy we have something to talk about and that something really is SOMETHING. 😅

I'll absolutely take more of those somethings, but Miss Miedema might have a few words! 😂

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘

description: Cherry and Kyra have been together six months now, and y/n is nervous but she thinks its time for Kyra to move in with her.

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kyra cooney-cross x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: just plain cuteness, kisses, chaotic arsenal and kyra, flufffff and a few swear words

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y/n just posted on her story

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private message to beffy

y/n: beffy - I'm too nervous - I can't do it

beffy: Cherry - you'll be fine - she'll say yes.

y/n: But like, we've only been dating since September and now it's May - and the fans are only just catching on now!

beffy: STAY CALM

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHHH

beffy: shit

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"You okay baby?" Kyra's question breaks y/n out of her text conversation and makes her jump.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, just messaging Beth." y/n smiles, switching her phone off rather quickly as she opens her arms, Kyra grinning as she pushes across the sofa and into y/n's warm embrace.

"You sure?" Kyra asks and y/n nods, chuckling as Kyra presses a few kisses against her cheek.

"Yeah sure, baby." y/n promises and Kyra hums slightly, face falling slightly as they continued to watch their show. "You staying tonight?" y/n asks and Kyra nods.

"Yes please, don't wanna go back home." Kyra explains and y/n chuckles slightly.

"All that rent you're throwing away." She jokes and Kyra rolls her eyes.

"You sound just like Steph!" Kyra snorts and y/n giggles as Kyra digs her finger tips into y/n's side, forcing bright laughs out of her mouth as she tries to squirm away.

"No! Please!" y/n begs as she continues to laugh and scramble away from Kyra's still tickling hands.

Kyra lets out a cackle as she launches over y/n who sprints away, but Kyra is close behind, the two carefully running around y/n's apartment - giggles echoing the rooms as they did.

"Gotcha!" Kyra cheers, tackling y/n as if they were on the rugby pitch. The two bouncing as they landed on y/n's sofa once more.

"You got me, you got me." y/n laughs as the two let out panting breaths to try and catch their breath.

Just as the two sit there, relishing in each other's warmth and catching their breath, there is the faint buzz of a vibrating phone.

Kyra leans over picking up y/n's phone, just as the caller hangs up, clearly thinking they're not getting hold of y/n as Kyra winces.

"Uh oh." Kyra says.

"What Uh Oh, why Uh Oh?" y/n asks sitting up worriedly, causing Kyra to yelp as she falls backward onto the sofa, y/n pulling her back up as she passes her phone.

goonerno.1: YOU ARE GOING TO WHAT?

goonerno.1: YOU PICK UP RIGHT NOW

goonerno.1: YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME?

"Uh oh." y/n says before she kisses Kyra and jumps up. "Pray for me." She says and the Australian bows her head and holds her hands into a praying position.

"Amen." Kyra nods and y/n gulps and runs into her room, dialling Leah's number who picks up in a lightening flash.

"You didn't even tell me?" Leah asks annoyed as soon as she picks up.

"Because I knew you wouldn't like it!" y/n denies.

"I would if I had been told." Leah defends and y/n scoffs. "Honestly, I would." Leah says, her voice softer now.

"Really?" y/n asks with a sigh.

"I just, don't you think it's a bit soon?" Leah asks and y/n groans. "Okay, Okay, sorry. Habit." Leah promises and y/n can't help but chuckle.

"It's just, she's here most of the time anyway, we don't really like being apart - that place is just becoming a money pit." y/n explains.

y/n was hoping to ask Kyra to move in, that was what all this was about - y/n purely just panicking as she tried to work up the courage to ask her girlfriend to move in.

"Have you asked her?" Leah asks and y/n winces.

"I'm to scared too." y/n admits. "And Beth is trying to help but she can't really and I'm guessing that is who told you." she continues.

"Yeah Cherry, it is." Leah chuckles. "You'll be fine kid. "I don't like it, but she won't say no. She is very happy with you." Leah promises.

"And I'm happy with her." y/n nods. "Okay, I can do it." y/n says.

"Yeah you can, go get her kid." Leah says before hanging up. y/n repeating to herself that she could do it.

And she left the room and wandered into the living room on shaky legs and a steady heart and smiled.

She didn't do it.

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y/n sighed as she pushed the gym door open, a whirl of blonde instantly grabbing her as Leah dragged her back out of the room and into an empty physio room.

"Did you do it?" Leah asks almost worriedly and y/n groans.

"I chickened out." y/n whines and Leah snorts. y/n glares at Leah who winces and mouths an apology. "Oh, what do I do Lee?" y/n sighs and Leah chuckles.

"Oh Cherry." Leah chuckles, bringing the girl in for a hug. "You need to calm down, she is going to say yes, she loves being with you and you two work well together." Leah promises.

"Hurt to say that, didn't it?" y/n asks and Leah nods.

"Oh terribly." Leah agrees, pretending to gag which makes y/n huff. "Look, if you can't do it normally, I'll make you do it." Leah warns y/n.

"How?" y/n scoffs and Leah grins evilly.

"I'll tell Katie." She warns and y/n stops in her tracks, letting out a panicked shriek.

"Please don't." y/n begs.

"Then ask her." Leah says and y/n huffs, narrowing her eyes.

"Fine, I'll ask her at the end of training." y/n promises Leah.

And at the end of training she did not.

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cherry is a coward

goonerno.1 added you to a group chat

goonerno.1 added beffy to the chat

goonerno.1 added thegoat to the chat

goonerno.1 added mccard to the chat

goonerno.1: RIGHT

y/n: Leah please, choose peace.

goonerno.1: Little Cherry, is too scared to ask Kyra to move in.

mccard: SHE WHAT!

mccard: WHY HAS NO ONE BLOODY TOLD ME?!

mccard: I deserved to know ya idiots.

y/n: I'm sorry Katie! But bottom line is I CAN'T DO IT

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

goonerno.1: cherry

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

goonerno.1: cherry

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

beffy: cherry

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

y/n: i'm done now.

mccard: Kid take a breath and calm down. What are you two doing right now?

y/n: about to eat din dins

y/n sent a photo

y/n: look how nice!

thegoat: ADHD

y/n: Vivvvvv not right now please :) xx

y/n: Okay, I'm going to ask her.

gonnerno.1: You can do it!

beffy: Come on Cheery!

thegoat: Stay calm! x

mccard: come on our girl ya can do it!

y/n: AGHHHHHHHHH-

goonerno.1: This girl I swear...

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"Are you okay?" Kyra asks before y/n could even breathe in her direction.

"Yeah why?" y/n asks as she hands Kyra her plate of food, the two moving to sit at the table to eat their dinner.

"It's just you've been a little anxious it feels lately." Kyra admits and y/n lets out a sigh. "What's up chicky?" Kyra asks and y/n bites down at her tongue.

"Look, I know we've been together for like six months now. And I really like being with you. And you like being with me." y/n begins.

Kyra pauses, watching as y/n stared at her hands as she rambled her explanation of her actions recently, Kyra couldn't help but smile softly.

"And like you're here a lot. And I'm closer to the stadium." y/n continues. "OH and training." She adds.

"Baby, what are you saying?" Kyra asks.

"Wouldyouliketolikemovelikein with me?" y/n asks, smashing a number of words together as she stutters the question out.

"What?" Kyra asks and y/n sucks in a breath.

"You. Move in. With me?" y/n asks, she shrugs slightly, not as many words as she meant but it will do.

"You mean it?" Kyra asks in shock, mouth wide open. "You're not joshing me?" She asks.

"Who says joshing me anymore?" y/n asks her before Kyra blinks, mouth still wide open. "Oh! Yes! Of course I mean it!" y/n promises her and Kyra lets out a small gasp.

"Oh my god." Kyra whispers, standing up and y/n does the same, worried she had moved too quick.

"If this is all too quick, just say, but like..." y/n begins.

"Oh shut up!" Kyra scoffs before pulling y/n into a kiss, the two's lips meeting with wide smiles as they wrapped themselves in each other.

"So, yes?" y/n asks as she briefly pulls away.

"YES!" Kyra yells, before pulling her back in for another kiss.

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cherry is a coward

y/n: FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

goonerno.1: She said yes?

y/n: yep!

mccard: Ayyyy well done!

beffy: Go on Cherry! Knew you could do it!

thegoat: well done kid! x

y/n: so, who wants to help us move Kyra's stuff?

mccard has left the chat

goonerno.1 has left the chat

beffy has left the chat

thegoat has left the chat

y/n: fuckers.

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y/n just posted on her story x3

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END

A very much requested and happy to be written Cherry Part Two

lotta love xx

[samkerrworshipper]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeShqQGc/

I have no words 😭 glad she has mother beffy to help her out

lol kyra’s just a hectic man

[goresnax-archive]

You really think so? Well… Okay… I’ll take your word, Beffi… *hugs* Thanks bestie, that actually helped some.

[Beffica gives you a big ol' squeeze]

Hehe, it's no problem! It's what I do!~

Now c'mon.. how about we try out 'Operation Filbuddy' again?~ Could be funnnnn!~

[fairybinie]

:(((( my favorite smile in the whole world i'm so Sad AND WE BE IN OUR SOFT HOURS TOO THIS ISNT FUNNY CICI