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the good partner test II l.williamson

the good partner test II l.williamson

"but how do i know if they're worth the hassle? dating sucks!" steph groaned impatiently, swearing as her head thumped against the wall where she'd thrown it back.

"oo someone get steffy a helmet!" kyra mocked, sprinting out of the change rooms at the evil look sent to her by your fellow matildas teammate.

"well first of all you make sure they're not like kyra." beth chimed in with a snicker as she laced up her boots. "hey i think someone with energy could be good for her." lia defended as steph simply sighed, rubbing the back of her head with a wince.

"she needs a boyfriend not a man child!" "and who said energy means a man child?" "have you met kyra?" "she is not dating kyra!" "she needs someone calm, someone reliable." "you can be reliable and fun! she needs someone fun."

"i think she needs the two of you to stop talking about her and her love life like she isn't right here listening." you chimed in over the top of them, both girls falling silent as steph chuckled and squeezed your knee in appreciation.

"how many dates have you been on with this new guy now?" you asked curiously as steph paused to think. "mm three? but theres also bakery man and finance bro." steph retorted, the way she'd nicknamed her current escapades making you grin.

"can't forget tesco twat." beth added on as steph grimaced. "he is not on the roster, we called him that for a reason." the older girl rolled her eyes as you laughed again. "the roster? god you need to stop hanging out with kyra." you shook your head as the brunette shoved you playfully.

"it can't be considered hanging out if she invites herself over to see calvin and eat my food!" "stephanie i told you to change your locks, she had a key made for mine and leahs place too, the little freeloader."

"but, if you're not sure which of these guys to pursue seriously, and if thats something you're ready for. theres always the good partner test!" you shrugged as all three girls gave you a perplexed look.

"what? none of you have ever heard of that?" "no?"

"how do you think i have this?" you grinned holding up your hand, the rock of an engagement ring shining prettily on your finger, quickly lowering your hand with a wince at the glare sent your way by lia.

"sorry stephy." you apologized sheepishly, having been there for her the very day she'd handed back her own engagement ring to her now ex fiancé. "its fine! its been a few months now, and i know i'm better off." the brunette nodded to herself as the three of you quickly agreed.

"so, good partner tests?" "yes! they're just simple little things you can use on someone to see if they're a good fit for you or not. you know like ask them to peel an orange for you, see if they hold a door open for you? or you can present them with a problem where you know what the solution should be, and see if they come to that conclusion on their own." you explained.

"is that like an australian thing? because i have never heard of it." beth frowned as lia nodded along in agreeance making your eyes roll. "no! but it does work. i tested leah after we'd been on a few dates, she passed with flying colours and look at us now!" you held up your ring again as lia winced on your behalf at the gesture.

"you've been doing it for that long?" steph asked in disbelief as you nodded seriously. "since like, high school? dodged a few bullets here and there with it, trust me." you promised, the others looking on skeptically.

"you remember blake?" you questioned steph who shook her head as you sighed. "rat teeth?" you tried again quietly as immediately she perked up. "oh her! from when you played at victory? yeah yeah." the girl waved you to continue.

"well she failed the partner test, guess where she is now?" "with more teeth missing?" "ha ha. no, she's serving 5-10 for stealing money from her boss! bullet? dodged."

"i distinctly remember tell you to break up with her anyway?" "besides the point! if she hadn't failed, i could still be with her." you shrugged, all three girls still clearly unsure of your method.

"you don't believe me? fine! how about i test leah again and you'll see how it works. then you can try it on some of your roster?" you offered up, sarcasm dripping in the last word as steph pinched you.

"so which test is first?"

"lee!" you called across the change rooms, your fiancé lost in her own world as she glanced off into the distance clearly disassociating. "leah!" you tried again, frida glancing up and shaking her lightly as you shot her a smile and the defender raised an eyebrow in your direction.

"i forgot my socks, can i borrow your spares please?" you questioned, a lie of course but you had a point to prove. "my spares are my spares, what if i need them?" the girl retorted back and you were a little caught off guard by the unexpected response.

"but, you don't need them?" "well not yet, but if i did and i'd given them to you, i wouldn't have them. would i?" "so i can't use them?" you scoffed, the taller girl standing with a shrug and rolling out a kink in her neck.

"should pack your own spares babe, like i've been telling you to." and with a teasing honk of your nose she was striding off across the room and leaving you with your mouth wide open in shock.

"well, do we call that strike one?" beth snickered as you looked up at her with a glare, reaching out to smack her as she darted out of the way.

"here." you looked up at a tap on your shoulder, a kind smile and a pair of socks held out your way. "thanks less." you accepted them gratefully despite not needing them, not wanting to explain leahs failure to another person.

"theres more tests! you'll see they work." you huffed grumpily at the amused looks on steph and lias faces, hurrying to get ready as to not make yourself late.

"right. watch this!" you tugged on stephs training bib to get her attention, a break called mid session as everyone headed over to get a drink and stretch.

arriving beside your fiancé you held your hand out expectantly for the water bottle in hers, leah giving you an odd look. "what?" the blonde questioned bluntly once she'd swallowed the water in her mouth. "i'm thirsty." you reached for her bottle as she quickly took a step back.

"so get some water? its right there." her foot pointed toward the other bottles as you frowned. "babe just give me a drink." you tried for her bottle again as she held it out of reach.

"no! get your own, muppet." her spare hand pushed at your forehead as she turned away from you to talk to stina, once more leaving you stunned at the unexpected reaction as steph whistled with a pitiful smile.

huffing you tapped on the blondes shoulder who turned around, raising an eyebrow. "yes?" "can you get me a water please?" you asked with a hopeful smile, your fiancé staring at you silently for a moment. "love are you concussed?" she questioned with furrowed eyebrows, a hand pressed against your head as you pushed it off.

"no! i'm thirsty." you again tried for her bottle as she stepped back and moved it. "well as i said, theres water right there. so drink some!" leah gulped another mouthful before tossing her bottle down on the used pile and jogging off back to the pitch.

"that was painful." beths arm slung over your shoulder with a whistle and a shake of her head. "get off! theres more tests, its just...an accident." you tried to excuse your fiances thus far horrible scores as beth held her hands up defensively.

once more you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning as yet again alessia stood there with a new bottle of water offered to you. "thanks less." you sighed with a smile, accepting it gratefully and falling into conversation with the striker until the whistle blew for training to recommence.

"look! this is an easy one." you interrupted steph mid sentence as the pair of you filed back toward the doors, most of the team already inside and very hungrily headed to the cafeteria for lunch.

hurrying ahead a little you waited by the now closed door, leah trudging toward you deep in conversation with one of the physios, sure enough pulling it open but you quickly ran right back into it as she pulled it closed after her.

"shit are you alright?" steph asked with wide eyes as you clutched your throbbing nose, though it was your pride which felt most wounded as steph hurried to pull the door open for the two of you, assuring her you were fine as you both headed for lunch.

by the time you'd collected your tray of food your hands were full and so were most of the tables, you and steph headed for your usual spots where sure enough it seemed as though your fiancé had saved you one next to her.

steph took a seat beside lia who pulled her chair out for her given both of you were laden down with your trays, however when you arrived expecting leah to do the same, she was too busy talking vic's ear off across the other table to even notice you arrived.

you cleared your throat, just loud enough for her to hear though it did nothing to deter her as she glanced up to flash you a smile before turning right back to continue almost yelling across the room in conversation.

of course someone else helped you out, alessia leaning over to push your chair out best she could from the awkward angle as you sat down, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at the look of glee on beths face and the obvious pity on steph and lias.

still you were determined to continue, but now much more so for your own research than stephs.

which is why a short while later when leah was finally present enough to kiss your cheek hello, you nudged her and engaged in the next test, something she'd done a hundred times over and surely couldn't fail.

"baby can you peel this for me please?" you held out an orange toward the defender who frowned. "you're nearly twenty seven years old and you can't peel your own orange?" leah snickered, the usually playful comment doing nothing to amuse you.

"i got my nails done yesterday lee, can you just do it for me? please?" you remained composed, pushing it a little more toward her. "wouldn't the nails help you peel it more effectively?" she questioned as you caught beths eye who mouthed 'strike three' and made an out gesture with her hands before lia shoved them back down.

"oh forget about it." you huffed, placing it back down on your tray as leah shrugged, picking up her final piece of toast and turning to talk to kim who was sat on her other side.

"give it here." alessia chuckled, snatching your orange and starting to peel it, ignoring your protests you could do it with a wave of her hand and within seconds it was placed back down, the younger girl even getting up to dispose of the peels as she took her empty tray and headed off.

the final nail in the coffin was when leah stood to take her tray back and you held up yours, this time out of instinct and not even intended as a test.

"what your arms broken?" the blonde snickered, taking off and leaving your tray in your hands as you watched on, speechless and now defeated to say the least.

"do they have a strike five in baseball? or six? maybe even seven?" beth pondered as you slumped down into your seat. "she failed. every. single. test." you stared blankly at the table, head swimming with a pool of insecurity.

"hey but they're not real tests! she loves you more than anything, you know that." steph quickly moved to sit beside you, arm draped supportively over your shoulder.

"yeah if those tests were real all they showed us was you should be dating lessi, not leah." beth snickered, whining as lia pinched her harshly and mumbled something about being supportive.

"oi cheer up! look at that rock on your finger, would you have that if leah wasn't a good partner? would you have put up with her all these years if she wasn't? through the dirty dishes, the unfolded laundry, the lack of any culinary skills whatsoever, the-" again both lia and steph winced as beth started strong but very quickly began to fly downhill.

"i think i have to break up with her." you decided with a nod, pushing your chair back and grabbing your tray. "i-you what!" steph scrambled to follow after you as you only nodded and repeated the words.

"you're joking right? tell me this is a joke?" steph questioned as you shrugged, head still ablaze with disbelief at how poorly your own fiancé had done.

as you made your way to the media room for the final part of the day to study this weekends opponents, it seemed even steph was determined to give leah some credit as the two of you took your seats.

despite having left before you the blonde arrived after you, chattering away to lotte as you were too lost in your own bleak world to even pay her any attention.

"leah! do you wanna sit here? with your fiancé? i can move!" steph intervened, standing and offering her chair to the english woman who gave her an odd look. "nah you're fine steph, i see enough of her home." and with a chuckle off she went, taking now stephs final hopes along with her.

"jesus mate maybe you should break up with her." the older girl whispered causing a smile to tug at your lips as you knocked your knee into hers, renée calling for everyone's attention as the last of the chatter faded out and the lights dimmed.

if leah clocked anything was wrong between the two of you on the stoically silent drive home, she made no move to show it as she simply turned the radio up louder and sang along, barely glancing at you despite the simmering anger which was starting to radiate off of you with each road closer to home.

"babe should we get takeout for din-" "i want a divorce leah."

with those words you unbuckled yourself, grabbing your bag from the back and storming off inside, leaving the girl in the car behind you with her mouth hung wide open and your voice echoing in her ears.

coming to her senses at the slam of the front door she scrambled after you, leaving her bag behind and not even locking the car as you heard her fly inside and frantic footsteps pound against the floor as she called out for you.

"what the fuck do you mean you want a divorce? we're not even married yet!" leah came hurtling into the bedroom a hundred mile an hour, finding you sat on the bed unlacing your trainers.

"right well i want to break off the engagement then. get out! dickhead." you hurled a shoe at her which she barely ducked, flopping down into bed and rolling over to show her your back.

"excuse me would you mind telling me whats happened between us having sex in that bed this morning to you now slumped over in it wanting a divorce or an annulment whatever the fuck its called!" leah spat, crossing her arms over her chest and you could feel her eyes bore into you.

"you happened! you failed every single test today and do you know how embarrassing that is? we were engaged leah!" you sat up to huff at her with an evil look before flopping down with your back to her again.

"um last time i checked prior to you losing your actual fucking mind we are engaged! not were, are!" you felt the bed dip as she leaned over you and grabbed your hand, hold it up beside hers so both of your rings were visible.

"fine!" you sat up again, pushing away from her and stalking toward the front door. "what are you doing?" leah groaned dragging her hands down her face. "i'm taking off your engagement ring and its going in the dirt!" you announced, tugging it off your finger and holding it up with a sarcastic smile.

"oh no you're not!" you yelped as hands grabbed at you, pulling you away from the bedroom door as leahs leg shot out to kick it closed and she dragged you back to the bed.

"what. is. wrong. with. you?" the blonde grunted as the two of you wrestled on the mattress, you trying to get away and her trying to wrap you in some sort of death grip so you couldn't.

"let me go!" "no!" "you're an asshole!" "and you're crazy!" "get off me leah! right now!" you ordered, trying to wriggle down the bed before she moved to sit her full bodyweight on top of you, effectively pinning your flailing limbs beneath her knees.

"not until you tell me what the hells going on and why you're acting like this!" the blonde demanded with a glare as suddenly everything building up hit its tipping point and you went limp beneath her.

"why wouldn't you peel an orange for me leah! or share your water! or your socks! or open a door for me! or take my tray! you're supposed to be my fiancé!" you shouted up at her, voice cracking as leah looked down in bewilderment and you went limp beneath her.

"thats what this is about?" leah questioned as you groaned loudly, tugging your hands free to cover your face. "yes leah!"

"tests i failed...those were all tests? to what? see if i'm marriage material?" the english woman moved off of you as you both sat up in bed, a deep sigh leaving you as shook your head.

"steph is dating a bunch of guys and wasn't sure how to tell if any of them are worth the effort. so i was telling her an easy way to find out is a good partner test. like asking someone to peel an orange, or seeing if they open a door for you, or share socks, or their stupid fucking water bottle!" you smacked your fiances arm several times before she caught your hands in hers.

"i tested you years ago and you were the most kind hearted, funny, chivalrous, thoughtful person i'd ever met. so of course when steph didn't believe me that the tests work, i said i'd test you again to show they did." you continued to explain as leahs face paled.

"only you failed them! because you're a stupid selfish dickhead!" you grunted trying to pull your hands free though knowing it was to no doubt smack her again leah held on tightly.

"baby. you can't seriously think a few tests can determine something like that?" leah asked in disbelief as you rolled your eyes. "well apparently not leah because if they did then today showed i should be dating less. not engaged to you!" you pulled your hands free and turned away from her with a scowl.

"leah if you laugh right now i will turn around and punch you in the mouth." you grumbled in warning, hearing an ever so slight chuckle from the blonde beside you.

"you know i think i fell in love with your australian charm, its just so...aggressive. its quite hot!" leah hummed as you felt her lay down, nudging you with her knee when you didn't respond.

"my love. the love of my life. the most beautiful girl i've ever met and the most wonderful woman i get to call my wife soon...hopefully?" leah started as you continued to face away from her glaring at the wall.

"i am very very very sorry for not sharing with you or peeling your oranges and temporarily forgetting how lucky i am to have you. whats mine is yours and clearly i had some sort of brain aneurism today to forget that." leah continued, warily wrapping an arm around your torso, shuffling herself closer when you didn't push her away.

"come on my girl. do you want me to beg? i'm not above begging for forgiveness." you felt her lips gently kiss at your neck as her hand rubbed up and down your side. "it would be a start." you muttered honestly, and within seconds she was knelt down on the floor in front of you.

"please please please please please. will you continue our engagement?" she held up your ring she snagged from the floor where it had fallen, having to resist the urge to smile at her theatrics.

"fine." you gave in with a sigh, offering your hand as leah grinned and slid the ring back onto your finger, quickly trailing kisses all the way up your arm as you couldn't help but laugh.

"get off! idiot." you yanked your arm back as the defender puckered her lips expectantly and you raised an eyebrow.

"i want chinese for dinner, and a back massage." "done!" "and that massage is so be proper, not half assed where you poke me a few times then demand its your turn." "done!" "you do all the laundry on monday." "done!"

"and no watching the golf or the darts for a week." "alright now you're pushing it woman." your fiancé warned as you grinned.

"no golf or darts for three days and you go and make me a cup of tea while i order dinner?" "done. earl grey or english breakfast?" you looked up at her with a slack jaw before she smirked.

"only joking! english breakfast." she flicked your ear and took off out of the bedroom as you sat bolt upright.

"its earl grey leah!"

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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months ago

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Carnival II

Mary Earps x Child!Reader

Summary: You're homesick

You take to Paris much better than Mary does.

She isn't quite sure whether it's how smart you are or if all kids take to learning a new language so well.

Immersion is the best choice of action of course and you pick up your French surprisingly quickly, leaps and bounds ahead of her in every way possible.

But it's clear you're suffering with homesickness.

Mary's done this kind of thing before, moving abroad but you've never been away from England this long before. It's clear that you yearn to go back a bit, even if you put on a brave face about it.

You try to show how happy you are to be in Paris but Mary has been your mother for long enough now to know when you're faking it.

You mask well (though even that makes a stab of guilt go through Mary's chest) but not well enough to convince her.

"She could just need a companion," Is what Beth says the first camp since Mary's move to PSG," Something to be around that isn't you. Maybe a dog?"

"She has the horses," Mary says though the excuse sounds weak in her own ears.

"Yeah," Beth scoffs," That she has to have you drive her to and have people available for her lessons. It's not the same."

"I know," Mary huffs," But I don't know how to help. She's had a few outbursts at home and a few meltdowns at training. I got a call from the school about her getting herself so worked up she was sick. She tries so hard but..."

"A dog could help."

"Beth-"

"No, hear me out! Viv was suffering pretty hard with her ACL, we both were but having Myle was great. It got us out of our heads and-"

"I don't know if it'd help having a puppy in the house with Birdie. I mean, they're kind of hyper, right?"

"Not all of them. I mean some are specifically bred to be service dogs."

"Whatever. I'll think of something."

But the thought of getting you a puppy, one that can be trained to suit your needs and support you is almost too tempting to pass up.

Tempting enough that Mary finds herself looking at dog breeders in France. She swears it's just simple curiosity but then Beth is giving her the number for Myle's breeder, who gives her the number of the woman that owns Myle's auntie and just so happens to leave in France. She was only going to be curious. Curious enough to look and only look but Lieke catching her looking at lunch is what spurs the decision onwards.

"Puppies are good for children," She says and Mary rolls her eyes.

"You've not even had your baby yet," She gripes good naturedly.

"But I have a lot of experience with kids," Lieke points out," Are you looking to get one for y/n?"

Mary scratches at the back of her neck, still browsing through the ads on the internet. "Maybe. I'm thinking of getting her a service dog. To help with all her needs. But all the breeds that come up are big ones and it won't fit into our apartment."

"I mean, you could get a spaniel," Lieke says, digging into her meal," They're happy enough dogs. Easy to train. Smart. It could sleep in her bed."

Mary wrinkles her nose up at that but at least it wouldn't be some big beast of a dog that might accidently smother you in your sleep.

"I don't want a Myle in the house."

(It's a lie).

It was meant to be just simple curiosity, just something to waste Mary's time for a bit until training restarts again.

"You know you do."

Mary's been a bit secretive, you think as she leads you out of Lieke's apartment and up the stairs.

You think you like Lieke. She's kind of cool and smiley and she's having a baby.

Mary's assured you she's keeping her baby and that makes you like her a bit more. Your first Mummy and Daddy had you but didn't keep you so it's nice that Lieke's keeping her baby and is going to love it like how Mary loves you.

Lieke can also cook. She made a very nice lunch today and now Mary is taking you up the stairs to meet someone special.

She told you that this morning so you dressed in your best outfit because meeting someone special deserves wearing your best.

"Hello," The old woman that opens the door says.

You wrinkle your brow. The accent is easy to detect.

"You're French," You say bluntly," Why are you speaking English?"

"Birdie," Mary groans.

"What? I'm right! French people speak French."

"Yeah but I don't speak French," Mary says," She's being polite."

"I speak French," You say, turning to the woman," I can translate for Mummy if you want to speak French."

The old woman laughs. "That's very nice of you but I think it would make your mum feel better if we spoke in English."

"I guess so," You say eventually.

The woman lets you in and you wonder briefly if she's the special person you're about to meet.

"They're all in the spare room," The woman says to Mary," With the mama. All are available so take your time. You're the first people I've had come to choose."

You don't like the way she talks when you're not in the loop. Mary knows what she's talking about but you don't. Something bubbles up in your gut at that, twisting and turning until all you can do is twist your fingers around each other and wait.

"Mummy?" You ask, gnawing on the inside of your cheek," What's going on?"

Mary's hand clasps your shoulder. "It's nothing bad, birdie. I promise. You trust me, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"This is a good thing, alright? I promise."

You trust Mary, you really do, so you let her lead you into the spare bedroom and help you over the weird gate that's installed there.

You suck in a breath, eyes wide.

"Puppies!"

Mary laughs, clambering over the gate herself to greet everyone.

"We're getting a puppy?" You ask and Mary nods.

"Any one you want, birdie. Take your time."

Mary watches as you greet all the puppies, each one more wiggly and excitable than the rest.

"Now," Lieke's neighbour says," I've gotten into contact with the people that trained my service dog and they said that they'll do the same for whichever one the little miss chooses. I sent them all the documents you sent me about her autism and her anxiety and they agree that she's eligible for a service dog so they're going to do it all for free for you. They'll arrange classes so you'll just have to take the puppy to them and they'll sort everything."

"Thanks," Mary says," Really, for all your help. It's such a weight off my shoulders."

"It's hard," The woman says," But you're doing right by her. It'll all work out, you'll see."

There are quite a few puppies to play with, you realise as each of them tumbles over their siblings to play but none of them give you that spark.

You've heard from Beth about it before.

When she and Viv went to go look at puppies, they both felt that spark when seeing Myle. They both knew she was meant to be a part of their family.

You don't feel like that at all with any of these puppies and that worries you a bit, your tummy twisting and turning again as you push one of them off of you to stand.

You don't want to disappoint Mary. You don't want to make her angry. She told you to pick a puppy from this litter. The puppies were the special someones you were meeting today.

You don't want this trip to be wasted.

You circle the room a little, watching as a few of the puppies play with a piece of rope.

That's when you see him.

He's over in the corner with a bunch of blankets, blearily blinking open his eyes at the sound of his siblings playing.

You're moving before you can help yourself.

"Bonjour," You say because he's a French dog and probably only understands French.

His tail wags even though he still looks incredibly sleepy.

He stands, rocking back and forth on his paws for a moment before meandering towards you.

You hold the back of your hand out to him to sniff because that's what Beth told you to do when you first met Myle.

He bypasses it immediately though, climbing onto your lap and resting his head on your leg, eyes sliding shut again.

He's perfect, you think as you gently stroke down his spine. He makes your tummy stop going all weird and twisty and he's very cute with his soft golden fur.

"I see you've found the only boy in our litter," The old woman says to you," Bit of a runt but loved all the same. He's very docile and happy."

"He's sleepy."

The woman laughs. "That he is."

You turn to look back at Mary. "Can we keep him, mummy? Please?"

Mary smiles. "He can't come home with us right away. He's got vet appointments and puppy classes and a few more weeks with his mum."

"But we can keep him? After all that?"

Mary nods. "Of course we can. We'll have to think of a name and-"

"He's already got a name, mummy," You say," It's Newton."

"Newton?"

"Yes. Newton Earps. My new best friend."

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magics-neptunes-things · 6 months ago

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Survivor

Hi guys!

This is a new part of the serie "Lia and the Firefighter", from a request that you can find here :)

Please enjoy ♥

TW : Fire, firefighter, injury, smoke, explosion.

“Can you stop looking at each other like this?”

Katie talks just before rolling her eyes, looking at Lia and you. You were sitting around a big table in one of the Café loved by the team. You weren’t even talking to each other, to be honest. You moved your chair as close as Lia’s one, being a little behind her because of how many you were.

You like it that way though, like this you were able to pass an arm around her waist and kiss her cheek how many times you want without being seen by anyone. Well, unless Katie as it looks like.

“Don’t be jealous because Caitlin doesn’t look at you like this” you tease her back.

You see her arching an eyebrow, looking angry, but you also saw the corner of her lips tremble when she masked an amused smile.

“Don’t drag me to this” Caitlin, sitting next to Katie, smirks.

“Be nice, Pookie” Lia says to you, pinching softly your hip.

“Sorry”

You smile at Lia, flipping off Katie discreetly while kissing Lia’s cheek one more time.

“Yeah, be nice Pookie” you hear Katie mocking.

This is before hearing a sound that can only be a slap behind the head, followed by a growl of pain. No doubt, Caitlin asked her own girlfriend to stop teasing, in her own way.

Next to you, the others aren’t really paying much attention to you. Beth took Myle with her and it caught Alessia’s, Leah’s and Kyra’s attention right away. When Steph came with Calvin, it would have been utopian to hope for a second of attention from them. The dogs were happily eating almost half of the food the players were supposed to eat, but at least they were calm.

At first, when Lia proposed you to come and have coffee with her and her teammates, you said no when you learned that none of the girls' partners were present. You didn’t want to impose yourself on one of their times together, you know perfectly well that their agreement is essential for the good of the team. But then Leah grabs Lia’s phone and threatens to come for you if you weren’t here in ten minutes.

You don’t know what Lia exactly tells them about your relationship, but they know that you have irregular schedules and that sometimes you aren’t seeing each other for more than two days, especially when Lia is away for a game.

You miss her like crazy during this time, but you knew what your life would be when you got together. Plus, Lia is definitely worth the wait. And now that you are living together, it’s easier to have time together.

“Are you still hungry? Do you want more cake?” you ask Lia when you see that her plate is empty.

“I’m fine” Lia smiles.

“Another tea?” you try.

“Another tea will be great, thank you”

You answer her smile with one before getting up. You take Kyra’s mug when she asks you for another tea too with a smug smile, not without rolling your eyes.

��You are courageous to tease her like this” Beth comments to Katie. “She could crush you without even trying”

“Nah, Lia would protect me. Right, Wally?”

“Don’t push your chance” Lia smiles.

She loves the way you effortlessly slide into her group of friends, while still being yourself. Well, you are maybe not as clingy as you are at home, but you aren’t afraid to show how much she counts for you and Lia likes it.

Lost in reading the different possibilities of teas, you don’t feel your girlfriend’s eyes on you. You are in fact so lost in the menu that you miss a noise that you usually recognize in half of a second.

The explosion of one of the pipes inside the wall takes you by surprise. Like the other people you find yourself on the ground, needing several seconds before understanding what happened. The fire has already started and the only thing who comes to your mind is Lia.

You jump on your legs and look around, but with the smoke it’s hard to see through it. People are screaming and running around, and you really hope that Lia is already outside.

“Lia!” you still call, even if you know there is only a little chance for her to hear you.

She’s not near the table where they were seated, and you finally spot her a little far away. She’s looking around and you wonder if she’s confused and doesn’t find the exit. You’re too relieved to see her without any apparent injury to realize that she’s looking for you.

In two seconds, you are in front of her. Her pretty face is a little dirty because of the smoke when you take it between your hands.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

The Café is now empty, or at least you can’t see anyone because of the smoke. Finding the outside and fresh air is a relief for your lungs but for your anxiety too, you know that smoke can be dangerous for anyone, and you don’t want that for Lia.

You find the girls outside and after a quick mental count, you can confirm that they are all here.

You haven’t released Lia, trapped in your arms. She doesn’t seem to mind, though.

“Did you call the firefighters?” you ask one of the employees.

You nod when he answers that there is an automatic alarm, before lowering your eyes to look at Lia. She’s already looking at you.

“Are you okay?” you ask her.

She nods and you kiss her temple before taking a discreet but deep breath. She is okay, you shouldn’t be so concerned when you know that everything is fine with her. Your eyes roam the crowd while you’re waiting for the firefighters. You wonder who will come.

But then, you see him. A boy, who is maybe six or seven years old. He’s crying and a lady is trying to console him. You frown softly and you can’t fight your instinct, you want to comfort him too, explain to him that firefighters are coming and that everything will be alright.

“I’m coming back” you whisper to Lia.

She gives you a curious look, but you only smile at her and kiss her forehead, letting her go slowly before making your way to the boy and the woman you assumed is his mother.

“Hi there, Kiddo” you say, kneeling in front of him.

He looks at you silently, tears still flooding on his cheeks. But it’s okay, you weren’t expecting him to be better just because of your presence. You are on a day off; you aren’t wearing your uniform.

“That was pretty scary, yeah? But you don’t have to worry, my friends are coming, and they are the best firefighters in the world. It’s going to be alright, you are safe, okay?”

“Will they be able to save my mother and my baby sister?” he asks between two hiccups.

You frown, before looking at the woman near him. She gives you a sad smile and shrugs. And you are suddenly scared of what you are understanding.

“What do you mean?” you ask still calmly.

You don’t want to make him more upset than he already is. But inside, your heart is pounding.

“She went to the bathroom to change the diaper of my little sister. I didn’t want to go with them, so I was waiting at the table with my game and then there was this big boom”

You have to listen very carefully to understand what he’s saying between his cries, but you feel your blood freezing in your veins. You don’t see any woman with a baby, which means they are still trapped inside the building on fire.

“He was crying in the middle of the Café, so I took him with me” the other woman explains.

“You were right to do it. You saved his life”

You stand to look at the Café once again. Smoke is getting out of it; the explosion has broken some windows, and the doors aren’t closed as they should to avoid the air stirring the smoke. It doesn’t look good.

Your decision is already made.

You have to go back inside and save them. You aren’t aware that Lia heard everything and that she understands really quickly what is happening in your head. But you are quicker than her.

You don’t look back, so you don’t see Lia trying to run after you. You don’t see Steph catching up with Lia’s arm at the last moment, only thanks to her footballing reflexes. You don’t see that she needs Leah’s help. And you don’t see either Caitlin grabbing her proper girlfriend’s arm when Katie takes three steps to follow you, warning her with her eyes only.

Inside the Café, there are flames now, coming from where you supposed the explosion was. You know that place, so you don’t have trouble knowing where the bathroom is. But it feels strange to be near the fire like this without your uniform protecting you against it. The heat warms your skin in the most unpleasant way.

You cough a little because of the smoke but try to stay focused on your mission. Find the mother and the baby and get them out.

You decide to ignore the characteristic noises of the building, made with wood decoration, just before things start to fall from the ceiling.

The door handle is burning hot when you touch it to open the door of the ladies’ bathroom, but you grit your teeth and open it as slowly as you can, not wanting to create a backdraft.

“Is someone here?” you shout.

You protect your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie, trying to breathe as little smoke as possible. But when you finally see the silhouettes of the people you were looking for, you kind of forgot this detail.

You kneel next to the woman, who put the face of her baby against her to protect her.

“Give her to me, I’ll help you”

She hesitates, probably a little taken aback from your look. After all, without your firefighter’s clothes, your tattoos and your appearance are probably more impressive. But she doesn’t have another choice.

You help her to get up and beacon her to follow you. The baby is crying in your arms but it’s a good thing for you, at least she’s still breathing and conscious. The smoke is darker than before and there are way more flames. It’s a little harder to find your way back like this and you miss your helmet very much.

You swear when you realize that a beam fell during this time, making it harder to get out. But you only have to look up to understand that there are way more beams who might fall soon.

You explain your plan to the mother. You stack several things to help her to pass over the beam on fire, before following her to give her her baby. And as soon as she’s outside, you look for other things to stack, because there is no one helping you from the inside.

It’s becoming harder and harder to breathe, between the smoke and the heat of the fire. You start to feel that your head is turning, and your reflexes are becoming lower and lower, which means you are running out of air.

You are able to jump to avoid the beam that fell where you were standing several seconds before. But then you fall backward and hit your head against the corner of a table.

The shock is hard, and you are out for some time. You don’t know if it is for several seconds or minutes. But then you hear the voice of your Commander, beckoning people in difficulty to hide under something. You know that the smoke is less strong if you are on the ground.

You finally lie somewhere under a table in the fetal position, not able to stay awake for more time.

********

You are startled awake suddenly, at least as much as you can be awake when you aren’t able to open your eyes. You hear people shouting around you and two big noises, like if someone suddenly had slammed two doors.

And then you feel your body moving without you able to do something against it. But with some thinking, you understand that you are in an ambulance.

“Her heart rate is stabilizing itself” you hear someone say.

Someone adjusts something on your face, and you understand that they put a mask on you to help you breathe better.

But then you hear a sniff, and you feel the person next to you turning in another direction.

“It’s going to be okay Ma’am. She’s safe now” another voice from the first says.

You don’t hear any answer and there is nothing but silence after that. But you, you feel your heart getting faster. Is Lia with you in the ambulance? What has she seen of you? How is she feeling?

“Her heart is beating faster again” says Voice One after the beeps of the monitoring get mad.

“What is happening?” Lia asks with a broken voice.

“Nothing to worry much about. Her body is adjusting to the trauma.”

Lia’s voice breaks your heart, and you try your best to stay calm. You don’t want to scare her more than she already is.

You probably fell asleep at some point, since you woke up in another place soon after. There is only silence there, but it helps you to try to understand what is happening. You can open your eyes for now again, or even move a single part of your body. There is still a mask on your face and a light weight on your hand to make you understand they probably put a catheter on it.

“Did you call her parents?”

You recognize Leah’s voice, the accent of the native of Milton Keynes making it easier for you. You are glad that she’s here for Lia, even if the other girl doesn’t answer something vocal.

“Do you want me to?”

There are some noises, and you guess that Leah probably just left the room. It’s hard to say how many minutes pass before you hear Lia moving too. You can’t see her but imagining her leaving the room too isn’t really pleasant for you.

On another hand, she could have her reasons. You knew from the first day of your relationship that your career might make her leave. You made a lot of decisions to protect her, even if she made you swear that you would never lie to her.

Today might be the day she decides that she has had enough.

But Lia isn’t leaving. You feel her stroke your knuckles and then your fingers. Her touch is comforting, like always, and you feel your body relax almost immediately.

Lia isn’t talking, but the comfort she brings you helps you to finally open your eyes. It’s hard to do, just like you are awakened in the middle of the night after a shift of 48 hours.

You look around and there is a flick next to you who makes you turn your head softly in that direction.

Lia’s green eyes are looking at you, unable to hide the surprise she feels when she realizes that you are awake.

She doesn’t seem to know what to say, but you do. You reach to take the mask on your hand, taking it off so you can talk.

“Please don’t leave me”

In your mind, you weren’t going to talk with a broken and almost cavernous voice, but you are. Lia doesn’t answer at first, taking the mask from your hand before putting it in its place.

“I am so mad at you” Lia whispers, coming closer to you. “But I’m not leaving in any way.”

You look at her eyes, knowing that she’s unable to lie to you in any way. And, to your big relief, she’s telling the truth. You feel your body relax again, probably helped by the caress Lia does now in your hair.

“Do you remember when you asked me to live with you? You said that you can’t imagine a world where I’m not with you”

You nod softly, not understanding at first where she wants to go with it. You remember, of course. You always have been scared to tell her how much you love her; how much you need her. In part because there are no words strong enough to say how crazy you are about her. But because you don’t want to scare her too.

“Can you please stop assuming that I’m not feeling the same way? I need you in my life too”

It’s another mystery for you, how you managed to catch a girl like Lia. And make her stay.

“Losing you would break me. Please, stop putting your life in danger. I’m okay with you working as a firefighter. I’m so proud of you because of it. But since now, you have to promise me to stay safe. For me. Please.”

She’s begging and it would be logical that she’s the one who should cry. But you shamefully feel some tears rolling on your face. Your throat is tight and makes it difficult to talk. So, you just nod and it’s enough for Lia for now.

She cups your cheek and wipes your tears with her thumb, before kissing your head softly.

“Okay” she whispers. “Now you have to rest. I’ll kick your ass later.”

You smile, even if you don’t know if she can see it behind your mask.

“The baby” you whisper suddenly, remembering the family you tried to help.

“They are safe, all three of them. They are together. But please, don’t worry about the others. Worry about you now. Sleep, Pookie.”

You want to ask more questions, but your eyes are heavy, and you can’t resist much longer. You still can feel Lia’s presence next to you, helping you to have a real and deep sleep. She never left your side and finally doesn’t really kick your ass.

It’s finally your Commander who will do it several days after, even putting an advertisement on your head, making you do all the worst chores of the station when you will come back. It seems to amuse Lia a lot when you come back home, complaining after having cleaned the engines of all fire trucks in the firehouse all day long.

#lia walti imagine #lia wälti imagine #lia walti x reader #lia walti #lia wälti x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #lia wälti

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starsjulia · 4 days ago

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Almost, Always // Leah Williamson

a/n : sorry i’ve been gone guys… i don’t really have an excuse but it’s whatever. also you know when you watch a show and see lesbians in love and remember what it was like to be in love, basically this is written on what it was like for me (i also miss my ex so much please come back)

warnings : suggestive but no explicit smut

It started, as these things often do, with a kiss that wasn’t meant to mean anything. One of those soft, lingering moments born out of laughter, tequila, and the kind of glances that last too long to be innocent. You remember it clearly because it was Leah. Leah with the wild hair and smart mouth and eyes that saw too much. Leah who teased you relentlessly in front of the girls but always walked you home when you stayed out too late. Leah who said, “It doesn’t have to be a thing,” with a smirk after that first night—right before she kissed you again and pushed you back against the headboard like you were the only thing she wanted to worship.

You lost count of how many times it happened after that. The first time was maybe an accident. The second? Just curiosity. The third? That was something else. That was her fingers on your skin like she was memorising you. That was gasping her name like it meant salvation. That was her smirking down at you after, sweaty and smug, whispering, “Told you it’d be good.”

But you never talked about it. Not really. You just… were. Tangled in each other more often than not, but no one ever said the word relationship. You weren’t her girlfriend. She wasn’t yours. You were something between best friends and soulmates and fuckbuddies and whatever else you could name—but it wasn’t defined. And weirdly, it worked. It shouldn’t have. But it did.

Leah was always showing up at your flat like she owned the place, dropping her keys on your table, making herself toast, wearing your jumpers, leaving her shampoo in your shower. She called it “convenience.” You called it “suspiciously girlfriend-like behaviour.” She winked and said, “Shut up and come here,” and you did, every time.

You’d wake up with her wrapped around you, legs tangled, her nose buried in your neck. Sometimes she’d fall asleep mid-conversation, her voice drifting off with a mumble, and you’d stare at her, wondering when exactly you’d become hers, unofficial as it all was.

And when you were out? It was constant chaos. The way she’d brush her fingers over your back when she walked past. The way you’d whisper something in her ear just to watch her face go pink. The way the others stared at you both like they were waiting for the inevitable.

At training, Beth would side-eye you constantly. “I swear to God, if you two start dry humping in the canteen again—”

You grinned. Leah shrugged. “Don’t be jealous, Beff.”

Beth rolled her eyes. “I’m jealous of your delusion.”

Katie, of course, just stared at the both of you and muttered, “Yous are absolutely unhinged.”

And maybe you were. But it was fun. It was flirty. It was yours.

Like that time you were at an Arsenal girls’ dinner, and you wore that red dress—the one that clung like sin and dipped just low enough to make Leah choke on her wine. You didn’t even have to say anything. She spent the whole night with her hand on your knee under the table, thumb moving in lazy circles, eyes dark with all the things she couldn’t say out loud.

“You wore that to kill me,” she hissed.

You smirked. “You’re not dead yet, are you?”

“I will be. On God.”

And later that night, in the taxi, with the driver politely pretending not to notice, she leaned over and whispered, “If you don’t let me take that dress off with my teeth, I swear to God—”

You kissed her before she could finish. Because yeah. You wanted her too. Always.

There were quiet nights too. Nights where it wasn’t about sex or flirting or chaos. Just you, curled into her side on the couch, her hand tangled with yours, a movie you weren’t watching playing in the background.

“Everyone thinks we’re dating,” you said once, voice quiet.

She snorted. “Aren’t we?”

You looked at her. “Are we?”

She didn’t answer. Just kissed your forehead, like that was enough.

It wasn’t always perfect. Sometimes she got distant. Sometimes you panicked and pulled away. But you always came back. Always found your way back to each other like gravity. Like fate. Like something inevitable.

And it got harder and harder to pretend you weren’t in love with her. Because you were. You are.

Like that time she was away for England camp, and you got sick, and she called you five times a day to check on you, sending Deliveroo to your flat, threatening to murder your immune system personally.

Like when she found you crying once after a shit day, and instead of asking questions, she just pulled you into her lap and held you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“You’re allowed to fall apart,” she whispered into your hair. “Just not without me.”

One night, after a win, after too many drinks, after a celebration that ended with the both of you tucked into each other in a corner of the pub, she looked at you and said, “You ruin me, you know that?”

You blinked. “In a good way or a bad way?”

She smiled, slow and lazy and full of something that felt like forever. “The best.”

Then she pulled you into a kiss so soft it broke something inside you.

Eventually, something had to give. You knew that. She knew that.

So when she showed up at your place one night with a bottle of wine, your hoodie on, and a nervous look in her eyes, you knew something was different.

“I want to call you mine,” she said.

You stared at her. “You already do.”

She shook her head. “No. I mean—mine. Girlfriend. Partner. The real thing.”

You swallowed hard. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I’ve been sure. For ages. I just… didn’t want to scare you.”

You grinned. “Terrified, actually.”

“But still here?”

“Always.”

And then she kissed you. And that kiss? That kiss tasted like something new. Something real. Something that was always going to happen.

Because this thing between you? It was never casual. Not really. It was fire and softness and chaos and safety. It was teasing and inside jokes and clothes stolen from each other’s wardrobes. It was forehead kisses and hand squeezes and whispering “marry me” half-jokingly when you caught each other staring. It was Leah saying “I’d fight a bear for you,” and you replying, “Good, because I attract danger.”

It was everything. It is everything.

Almost, always. Now? Just always.

#woso #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso imagine #leah williamson imagines #leah williamson x you #leah williamson one shot #leah williamson fluff

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wosospacegirl · 16 days ago

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And they were roommates... and so much more - (Final)

Summary: Y/n gets injured and has to stay in recovery for 8 months. It's a good thing her friend and teammate, Kyra, is more than willing to move in with her. wink wink

Warnings: (+18) SMUT: Strap (Y/n giving), oral (receiving), welcome parties, Y/n stepping back onto the pitch after months away, and hard launches — because they’re just roommates, right?

Word count: 7.2k

a/n: Thank you so much to everyone who stuck around. This was my first big fic, and I appreciate every single person who read it and followed the story of these two <3

Masterlist, and you can read Part 1 here

Y/n got better at walking with each passing day.

Her gait still carried the ghost of a limp, small, uneven steps that showed up when she was tired or when the weather turned a little colder.

But most days now, she walked with confidence. She could carry her own bag again, haul groceries without cursing, and even do some light leg workouts in the gym.

The brace was gone, and with it, a layer of hesitation.

So when Kyra asked–gently, without pressure–if she wanted to go watch Arsenal’s next home game, Y/n had surprised both of them.

“Yeah,” she said. “Let’s go.”

It wasn’t like she hadn’t missed it.

The smell of the pitch, the sound of the crowd, the way the stadium lit up when Leah went in for a crunching tackle or Lotte’s passes cut the midfield open like a knife.

But Y/n had made a promise to herself early on in her recovery: She wouldn’t set foot in a stadium until she could walk properly. If she couldn’t play, she didn’t want to be near the pitch.

But now? Now it was different.

She was allowed to run a little, although her leg still ached sometimes, especially at night. But she was upright. She was strong. And when she walked into the Emirates—hand brushing against Kyra’s, foot steady under her—she felt something shift in her chest.

This time, it didn’t sting to be there.

It felt good. It felt right.

The team spotted her immediately, even from across the pitch. There were waves, grins, and someone, probably Beth, shouted, “Oi, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence!”

Y/n rolled her eyes and flipped her off playfully, but the smile stayed on her face.

She sat in the front row of the family area, alongside the family members of some of the girls. She was wrapped in an Arsenal scarf some fan had tossed at her, and for the first time in months, she didn’t feel like an outsider looking in.

She felt like part of it again. Even if she wasn't playing yet, she still felt like a Gunner.

The media area buzzed before kickoff, reporters and cameras clustered like bees, especially because it was a big game for Arsenal and the first time Y/n appeared in a game since her injury, almost seven months ago.

Y/n had done this a hundred times before, but this time it felt different. She wasn’t here to play—just to support. Still, Arsenal's comms team had asked if she would do a short pre-game interview. Get the fans hyped. Reassure everyone she was doing okay, since she pretty much disappeared for a long period of time.

They joked that Y/n should do a “Proof of life”, which Y/n agreed to.

The journalist smiled as she stepped up, mic ready. “Y/n, it’s been a while! Good to see you back at the stadium.”

Y/n nodded, casual but warm. “Yeah, it’s good to be back. It’s been a long few months.”

“How’s recovery going?”

“It was rough for a while, not gonna lie,” she said, scratching at the back of her neck. “But I’ve had a lot of support from the club, the team, and friends. I’m doing well now. Walking better, even starting some leg work at the gym.”

“That’s great to hear,” the journalist said, then leaned in slightly, tone suddenly more curious. “We’ve also noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with one of your teammates... Kyra Cooney-Cross?”

Y/n blinked once, then twice, eyebrows twitching. “Oh…yeah,” she said, letting out a laugh that came out a little too awkward. “She’s… a great teammate.”

The interviewer smirked like they knew exactly what they were doing. “Just a teammate?”

Y/n shrugged, playing it cool. “We live together. She’s been helping a lot during recovery. That’s all.”

Hours later, after the final whistle had blown and the crowd began to thin, the same journalist stood in front of Kyra.

She had sweat still clinging to her forehead as she stood in front of a different camera crew. Her cheeks were flushed from the game, her energy still buzzing.

“Big win tonight. The midfield looked sharp—you, Little and Walti were everywhere.”

Kyra grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, we’ve been working hard. Felt good.”

“And there’s been some talk lately, your teammate Y/n was here today. Good to see her walking again.”

The smile on Kyra’s face softened immediately, her voice dropping into something tender without missing a beat.

“Yeah. My girlfriend’s getting better every day. She’s worked so hard. I’m proud of her.”

The interviewer blinked—definitely not expecting that level of clarity, especially after Y/n’s “we’re roommates” deflection earlier.

Kyra had spotted Y/n in the crowd during warmups, scarf bundled around her neck, legs curled up like always earlier that day. Her heart had swelled a bit. Watching her walk into the stadium again had meant more than she could say.

So when the reporter mentioned Y/n, she didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.

Kyra didn’t care. Let them blink. Let them tweet it.

She meant every word.

That night, back at home, Y/n was curled up on the couch in sweatpants and a hoodie, Footy asleep in her lap. She had the post-match broadcast playing in the background while Kyra moved around the kitchen.

She wasn’t even paying full attention—until she heard her own name.

“Yeah. My girlfriend’s getting better every day.” Kyra said on the TV.

Y/n blinked. Sat up.

“What the hell?” she mumbled, turning the volume up.

Kyra peeked in from the kitchen, holding a bag of popcorn. “What?”

Y/n turned toward her, eyes wide. “You—did you say girlfriend on live TV?”

Kyra set the popcorn down, looking entirely unbothered. “You called me your teammate.”

Y/n spluttered. “I wasn’t lying! I was being subtle. We’re not out-out—we’re still lowkey, remember?”

Kyra put her hands on her hips. “I met your mum last week. We have a cat together. You stole my hoodies, and we sleep in the same bed every night.”

Y/n crossed her arms. “Okay, but you didn’t have to broadcast it.”

Kyra grinned and flopped onto the sofa beside her. “Too late. The world knows now.”

Footy let out a dramatic sigh, which somehow made it worse.

Y/n groaned again and let her head fall back against the couch. “I can’t believe I said teammate. I sounded like such a liar.”

Kyra, perched beside her with one knee tucked under her, just smirked and tilted her head. “Mmm. Do you kiss your teammates, too?”

Y/n opened her mouth, about to respond—then promptly shut it when Kyra leaned in and kissed her neck, slowly, right below her jaw.

Kyra’s voice was teasing, close and smug as ever. “Because if you do, I think we need to have a very serious conversation about that.”

Y/n stiffened for a second, trying so hard not to react, but her ears flushed bright pink.

“You’re so annoying,” she muttered, but her voice wavered.

Kyra kissed her neck again, grinning. “Teammates, huh?”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n muttered, swatting at her weakly but making no move to escape. “Fine. Girlfriend. You’re my girlfriend. Happy now?”

Kyra nuzzled into her neck. “Very.”

Footy meowed loudly from the end of the sofa like he was sick of the PDA.

Y/n huffed a laugh. “Even the cat thinks you’re too smug.”

Kyra just smiled into her skin, arms wrapping around her waist. “Let him judge. I got upgraded from teammate to girlfriend, apparently, I’m winning.”

Y/n chuckled, her fingers brushing through Kyra’s hair, a light shiver running through her at the soft contact. As much as she loved the quiet, hidden moments between them, something about this felt... different.More real.

She had spent so much time protecting the space they shared, but a part of her wanted to shout it from the rooftops, to stop pretending like it was a secret. She had no problem being open with her feelings, but it had always been easier to keep things between them private, just a few stolen moments.

Yet now, after Kyra’s comment, Y/n found herself thinking maybe it was time to share a little more.

It started with a casual post.

At least, that’s what Y/n claimed as she lounged on the couch, scrolling through her camera roll with one leg draped over Kyra’s lap.

“I’m gonna post a pic of us,” she announced, not looking up from her phone.

Kyra, sitting cross-legged and playing with the string on Y/n’s hoodie, tilted her head. “Okaaay,” she said slowly. “Like… us us? Or ‘look at us, the best of teammates’ us?”

“Us like... us. Normal us,” Y/n mumbled.

“Are you putting a lot of heart emojis?”

“No.”

“Your loss.” Kyra shrugged, smirking.

The picture wasn’t even new.

They’d gone out for lunch after a long morning—Kyra training, Y/n doing rehab and sneaking in extra leg presses when no one was watching.

The photo had been taken outside a small café. Kyra had her sunglasses perched low on her nose like she was trying to go incognito, despite the fact she kept grinning like a smug little shit.

Y/n took the photo because it was funny: her pretending to roll her eyes, Kyra leaning in way too close, looking like she was about to whisper something stupid in her ear. It was domestic. Cute

“So you’re posting it now?” Kyra asked, eyes still glued to the string, now wrapping it around her fingers.

“Yup,” Y/n said, typing out the caption with a smirk.

She hit share.

Caption: tough training, harder launch😵‍💫 shoutout to the best teammate ever 💪 @kyracooneycross

Sarcastic? Obviously. A little baiting? Sure. She thought she was being subtle.

Kyra did not.

A beat of silence.

Kyra’s fingers moved way too fast. Y/n narrowed her eyes. “What are you—”

Kyra turned her phone around, showing her comment.

Kyra commented: teammates ❤️ great workout last night btw, very productive 🔥

Y/n stared at her phone.

She stared at the comment. Then at Kyra. Then back to the phone. “Kyra.”

Kyra was so pleased with herself.

“What?” she said, all innocent as she leaned in and kissed Y/n on the cheek. “Just giving credit where credit’s due. You were very focused.”

Y/n groaned. Loudly.

“Girl. You can’t just—now everyone thinks we…” She gestured vaguely, like the chaos of the comments would explain itself.

Kyra shrugged, entirely too smug. “We do.”

“That is not the point!”

Kyra just grinned, walking over and stealing Y/n’s phone. “Relax. I’ll comment on something wholesome next time. Like... ‘great midfield chemistry.’”

Y/n just stared at her deadpan, she didn’t even need to say anything

Kyra’s smirk only deepened. She leaned in, kissing Y/n on the nose, her voice going soft and affectionate. “Chill.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but her lips curled upward despite herself. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to be mad,” she said, finally leaning back and sinking into the couch.

Kyra, sensing the perfect opportunity, perched on the arm of the couch. “I can help you relax, you know.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced up from her phone, the corner of her lips twitching in a knowing smirk.

"You know what would help me relax?"

Kyra’s gaze shifted, eyes flashing with curiosity. "What?" she asked, voice light but with a hint of intrigue.

Y/n didn’t hesitate for a second.

The words came out with an ease that matched the teasing glint in her eyes. “You. On your knees. Now”

Kyra’s breath hitched, her eyebrows rising in surprise. She blinked, then smirked, not expecting that kind of direct response from Y/n. Her playful demeanour flickered for a moment, a silent question in her gaze, but she didn’t back down.

"Well, that’s... a pretty bold request," Kyra said, leaning in slightly, her voice lowered to a sultry hum. She was used to Y/n’s wit, but this was a different game. “What makes you think I’ll just listen?”

Y/n leaned back into the couch, eyes never leaving Kyra’s.

"Because, Kyra, you know exactly how much I like you... following directions," she teased, letting her words hang in the air, heavy with the unspoken challenge.

Kyra’s lips quivered, a glint of amusement and something more mischievous in her eyes.

“You think I’m just going to drop everything and do whatever you want? You’re not the boss of me,” she shot back, but there was no denying the heat rising in her expression.

Y/n’s grin grew. "Well, in this moment, maybe I am," she murmured, voice dipping with a touch of teasing dominance. She let her fingers trail slowly down her phone, her gaze shifting back to Kyra.

Kyra hesitated for just a second, her smirk never fading, but her body was already betraying her. She couldn’t help but feel that familiar pull toward Y/n. It wasn’t just the words—it was the way she said them, the way she carried herself, daring Kyra to take control... or let go.

"Fine," Kyra said, voice low, her breath catching slightly. "If that’s what you want."

Y/n didn’t move right away. She watched Kyra with a lazy kind of hunger.

The air between them thickened.

Kyra stood in front of her now, waiting. Her hands rested loosely at her sides, but her posture wasn’t casual. She was poised, like she was waiting for something.

A cue. A touch. A command.

Y/n tilted her head, her smile slow and deliberate. “You want a reminder?”

Kyra’s breath caught again, but she nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Y/n set her phone aside without looking, the motion fluid and deliberate. Then she leaned forward, just enough for her fingers to graze the hem of Kyra’s shirt.

“Come here,” she said softly.

Kyra stepped closer, and that was all it took. Y/n’s hands slid beneath the fabric, warm palms gliding up her sides. Not rushed. Just enough pressure to make Kyra exhale sharply.

“You act so smug,” Y/n murmured, voice low and teasing as she trailed her fingers upward, “but you love this. Don’t you?”

Kyra didn’t answer—not with words. Her hands found Y/n’s shoulders, then her jaw, her grip gentle but anchoring. Her gaze flicked down to Y/n’s mouth and stayed there, her breath shallow now.

Y/n leaned in, lips brushing Kyra’s neck—not kissing, just close enough to feel the heat of her pulse.

“You love it when I tell you what to do,” she whispered, the words barely audible. “When I make it easy for you to stop thinking.”

“You’re so cocky,” Kyra murmured.

“And you’re stalling,” Y/n replied.

There was a beat of loaded silence.

Then Kyra sank to her knees.

Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just smooth, controlled movement as she knelt between Y/n’s legs and rested her hands on her thighs, looking up with a gaze that was equal parts reverent and defiant.

Y/n’s breath stuttered—just for a second.

Kyra leaned forward, resting her cheek against Y/n’s inner thigh, eyes closed like she was soaking in the heat between them. The reverence in her touch was quiet but unmistakable.

Y/n's hand found Kyra's hair, fingers tangling gently. “Good girl,” she murmured, the words slipping out like a reward.

And that was the last thing either of them said for a while.

Kyra moved with quiet purpose, sliding Y/n’s pants down with careful fingers, never breaking the electric thread between them. Y/n watched her through half-lidded eyes, gaze heavy with hunger—but it was still her in control.

“I want you to take your time,” she said, voice steady, almost calm as her thumb brushed softly across Kyra’s cheek. “Slow. No rushing. Understand?”

Kyra’s eyes flicked up, wide and obedient. She nodded once.

“Good,” Y/n whispered. “Go on.”

She shifted slightly, spreading her legs in invitation, showing her cunt to Kyra. Kyra's lips parted in a small, reverent smile before she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss where Y/n was warm and waiting. Then another, lower. Then one to the inside of her thigh, featherlight and patient.

She wasn’t teasing, just attentive. Present. Devoted.

Y/n let her head fall back with a sigh, her fingers threading deeper into Kyra’s hair. “Just like that,” she breathed, voice already beginning to blur at the edges.

Kyra found the rhythm quickly, steady and unhurried, every motion deliberate. She moved like she had all the time in the world, like nothing else existed except Y/n and the sound of her quiet, growing need.

Y/n tried to stay composed, she always did, but Kyra had a way of unravelling her slowly, with precision. It wasn’t just pleasure—it was surrender, wrapped in control. A power exchange spoken in silence.

And Kyra, still on her knees, didn’t dare speed up.

Not until Y/n told her to.

Double dates with Leah and Alessia became a regular thing, with the four of them laughing over dinner or walking through the park with Footy tagging along.

Double dates were great, but they only lasted for a few hours, because, of course, Leah and Y/n were at each other's throats if they spent too much time together.

It was a perfect Saturday morning–no training, no matches, just a relaxing run with the team. The four of them jogged through the park, Footy bounding ahead, his little legs working overtime to keep up with the humans.

The sun was shining, and the weather was just cool enough to make the run enjoyable, not a chore.

Kyra and Alessia were chatting easily, running side by side, while Leah and Y/n kept a slightly more competitive pace, naturally drifting apart just enough that their mutual need to one-up each other wasn’t so obvious.

At first, it was just casual—just a run, no competition.

But then Leah picked up her pace a little. Nothing crazy—just a little faster. And Y/n, of course, felt the challenge flicker to life in her chest.

“You picking up the pace?” Y/n asked casually, doing her best to keep it cool, even though her legs itched to go faster.

Leah shot her a side-eye, keeping her breathing steady. “I’m just running my own race,” she said, her voice smooth, but the little smirk tugging at her lips said otherwise.

Y/n huffed, her competitive streak rising to the surface. “Uh-huh. I see how it is.”

Not wanting to let Leah outpace her without any sort of retaliation, Y/n subtly picked up her speed too, like it was no big deal, as if she wasn’t already trying to prove something.

She glanced sideways at Leah, her pace matching now.

Kyra and Alessia, who had been casually talking behind them, exchanged a look. Alessia raised an eyebrow, her pace slowing ever so slightly to keep an eye on the two competitors ahead.

Kyra, clearly recognising the signs, sighed dramatically. “Here we go again,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Yep,” Alessia said, voice tinged with amusement. “Every time. It’s a miracle they haven’t collapsed yet.”

Y/n and Leah kept it casual, but it was clear they were both pushing it a little more than necessary. Neither one wanted to be the first to admit they were secretly trying to outdo the other.

Leah shot a quick glance at Y/n, her breath steady. “What’s wrong, Y/n? Are you still in the race?”

“I’m just taking my time,” Y/n shot back, voice tight, but she started lengthening her strides just enough to keep up.

A moment of silence, and then Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. “Leah, stop! You know I can’t run faster than this!”

Leah, far too smug for Y/n’s liking, glanced over.

“Oh, really?” She grinned, pushing her pace a little more. “So it means I’m the winner then.”

“Stop bullying me and my injury,” Y/n snapped, her voice louder than intended.

Kyra and Alessia both cracked up at the same time, as Y/n and Leah’s little competition reached full throttle.

“Y/n, you’re literally sprinting right now,” Kyra called out, clearly entertained. “You’re gonna overwork yourself.”

“No, no, I’m fine,” Y/n grumbled, trying to act like she wasn’t out of breath. “It’s just that Leah is being a pain in my ass.”

Leah’s smug smile was starting to look like a challenge.

“Come on, you know you’ve got this,” she teased, completely ignoring how much faster she was running now.

“Oh my god,” Y/n muttered under her breath. “Leah, I swear, one of these days, you’re gonna—”

“Let’s just call it a tie, yeah?” Alessia shouted, clearly trying to defuse the competition before it turned into something more.

Kyra smirked. “Right, a tie, sure.”

Y/n shot her a look, still panting. “No, seriously. Leah, stop being that person.”

Leah laughed, pulling back a little, clearly satisfied with how much she’d gotten under Y/n’s skin. “Fine, fine. But I’m definitely faster.”

Y/n just glared, out of breath but secretly pleased that she’d pushed herself that hard. “Whatever,” she muttered. “I would win against an injured person, too.”

Kyra grinned, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. “Yeah, you two are definitely a disaster when it comes to casual runs.”

They continued the run, with Footy racing ahead and the group falling into an easier pace, but everyone knew that the next time they ran together,

Leah and Y/n were going to push each other to the brink again.

It had been seven long months since the injury—the day Y/n had collapsed on the pitch, her world turned upside down with the snap of a ligament.

The road to recovery had been gruelling, filled with endless hours of rehab, frustration, and moments where it seemed like progress would never come. But today was different.

Today was her final test.

For weeks, she had been working toward this moment, each session with her physiotherapist building on the last.

Every stretch, every strengthening exercise, had been a step toward getting back to where she belonged. But this... this was the real test.

Running on the pitch, feeling the familiar burn in her legs, hearing the echo of her footsteps against the turf—it was the moment that would determine if all her hard work had paid off.

Her physiotherapist stood beside her, giving one last quick check. His hand was firm on her knee as he moved it through its range of motion, nodding in approval.

"Everything looks good. You’re cleared for the test," he said, his voice filled with the calm confidence that had kept her grounded through every tough moment.

Y/n’s heart rate picked up a little, but she forced herself to breathe through the nerves. She was ready. She had to be.

It wasn’t the first time Y/n had run since her injury—she’d been clocking laps on the treadmill and across the firm, rubberised track in the gym for weeks.

But the pitch was different.

The turf gave underfoot, the grass fibres bending before springing back, and every stride demanded a little more from her leg and knee. Today’s test wasn’t about speed or endurance—it was one simple question: Could she run on grass without pain?

If she could complete three full laps around the pitch, then she’d prove she was match-ready. No lingering twinges during the run, no ache settling in afterwards. Only then would the physiotherapist sign off, and Renée would slot her back into the lineup.

Y/n stood at the edge of the pitch, heart thumping as she eyed the first yard line. Kyra hovered beside her—equal parts excited and nervous—while Leah leaned casually against the railing, offering a steadying nod.

“Whenever you’re ready,” her physiotherapist said, voice calm but expectant.

“I think I’m ready,” Y/n said, her voice steady but laced with the smallest bit of nervousness.

"Go, Y/n," Kyra called out, her voice breaking through the tension in the air. "You’ve got this!"

Y/n inhaled deeply, planting her feet on the grass. It felt real in a way the gym or the park never did—alive and shifting beneath her. She flexed her toes, centred herself, then launched forward.

The first stride was tentative. A bit shaky, but as her body remembered the rhythm, she found herself gaining momentum.

Her legs moved fluidly, muscles working in harmony as she surged forward.

And then she did, she was running--just like she did before the injury.

The wind rushed past her, and the sound of her footsteps pounding on the turf was like music in her ears. The familiar burn in her lungs, the familiar stretch of her muscles—it felt so right.

Y/n grinned, her heart racing with the exhilaration of running again. The pitch, the one she had once taken for granted, felt like a second home.

From the sidelines, Kyra was cheering, her hands cupped around her mouth. “That’s my girl!” she shouted, her voice full of pride.

Leah’s smile softened as she watched, her eyes filled with quiet admiration. “Look at you,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Knew you’d get here.”

Y/n pushed herself harder, her body still shaking off the remnants of weakness, but every stride felt like victory.

She could feel it in her bones, that sense of triumph, that this was what she had been fighting for.

She finished her lap, her breath coming in heavy but steady gasps, a wide smile plastered on her face. She had done it. She was back.

The moment she stopped, Kyra rushed over, wrapping her arms around Y/n in an enthusiastic hug. “I knew you could do it!” she said, her voice breathless from all the cheering.

Y/n laughed, feeling lighter than she had in months. “It felt good.”

Leah approached, too, clapping her on the back with a grin. “Welcome back, Y/n. I knew you wouldn’t let this beat you.”

Y/n stood there, surrounded by the people who had never stopped believing in her, a sense of pride swelling in her chest. It had been a long, hard road, but she was back. And with each step forward, she would only keep getting stronger.

Later that evening, after they’d all celebrated Y/n’s milestone with dinner and a few laughs, Kyra couldn’t resist.

She snapped a photo of Y/n standing on the pitch, beaming like she’d just conquered the world.

Y/n was still catching her breath, the rush of running still fresh on her face, but Kyra caught her in that perfect moment—triumphant, joyful, and finally feeling free again.

She didn’t think twice before posting it on her Instagram.

Caption: Pretty view today.

Y/n stood by the door, already dressed in her Arsenal tracksuit, boots slung over her shoulder, bag packed and zipped. She adjusted the strap absently, checking her phone for the time. They weren’t late, not even close. But Kyra was pacing.

“Okay, wait—did you pack your tape?” Kyra asked, hovering beside her, holding a water bottle and looking more nervous than Y/n herself.

“Yes,” Y/n sighed, amused.

“Your shin guards?”

“Yes, Kyra.”

“Boots?”

Y/n raised both eyebrows and turned slightly to show them dangling right there on her shoulder. “Yes, babe. They’re right here. Where they always go.”

Kyra gave a tiny nod like she was making mental checkmarks. “Snacks?”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, lips twitching. “I am not five.”

Kyra wasn’t fazed. “A protein bar is literally essential. What if you get hungry before warm-up?”

Y/n groaned. “Kyra. Please. It’s not my first game ever. I know how to pack a damn bag. I’ve done this before, remember?”

Kyra crossed her arms, frowning playfully. "It’s your first game back. That’s different."

"Yeah, but it’s not like I forgot how to play football during my injury," Y/n teased, reaching to gently tug on Kyra’s sleeve. "You’re acting like I’m about to leave for my first day of school."

“You kind of are,” Kyra mumbled, eyes softening. “Just let me be annoying. I’ve been waiting eight months to see you walk onto that pitch again.”

Y/n’s teasing melted at that, her smirk turning into something quieter.

She stepped in close, pressing a quick kiss to Kyra’s cheek. “Fine. But if you try to put a snack in my bag while I’m not looking, I will throw it at you from the bench.”

“No promises,” Kyra said with a grin, finally opening the door for her. “Let’s go make a stadium cry.”

The Emirates locker room smelled like fresh eucalyptus and nerves.

The usual pre-match buzz was already starting to hum in the air—music playing, boots thudding, teammates chatting and tying their laces—but when Y/n stepped in, everything paused.

“She’s back!” Alessia was the first to yell, arms thrown in the air.

Y/n blinked. “What—”

Then the rest of the girls chimed in, clapping and cheering as if she’d just scored a hat-trick instead of, you know, arriving five minutes early for warm-up.

In the middle of it all sat a tiny cake on the bench, badly decorated with red and white icing. It said:

“Welcome Back, Hop-Along 💪⚽️”

Leah’s handwriting, for sure.

“Oh my god,” Y/n mumbled, face already heating up.

Vic and Laia were smiling.

Leah threw an arm around Y/n’s shoulder like a proud older sister. “Knew she’d get all weird about it, I told you guys.”

“I’m not—shut up, Leah.” Y/n squirmed, but she was already smiling, a little red in the cheeks. “Thanks, guys. I mean it. This is… dumb. But nice. Really nice.”

Alessia gave her a dramatic hug, squeezing way too hard. Beth was the second in line for the hug. Lotte was already taking a photo of the cake like it was going to go in the team group chat.

Slowly, everyone drifted back into their normal pre-match routine.

Y/n just stood there for a second, cake in hand, still a little pink.

Then there was Kyra, slipping behind her, pressing a hand to her lower back and murmuring, “See? Everyone missed you.”

Y/n didn’t say anything at first. She just turned and buried her face in the crook of Kyra’s neck, arms curling awkwardly around her even with the cake still in her grip.

Kyra held her, warm and steady, chin resting on Y/n’s hair. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/n mumbled into her shoulder. “Just… It’s a lot. But good.”

Kyra smiled at her. “You gonna cry?”

Y/n pulled back just enough to glare at her. “No.”

“You sure?”

Y/n shoved her lightly. “You’re so annoying.”

Kyra just grinned, grabbing the little cake from her hand. “Yeah, but now I get the first bite.”

There were fifteen minutes left on the clock. Arsenal was up 3-1. The crowd was buzzing, the sun was low and golden, and the win was just within reach.

Renée turned toward the bench and called her name. “Y/n. Warm up.”

Y/n blinked. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Renee was already nodding, like it was obvious. “You deserve this. Go on.”

She grabbed her bib and jogged down the sideline, heart hammering against her ribs like she was about to start her debut all over again.

Lotte was closest to her. She gave her a solid pat on the back. “Go show them.”

Laia flashed a grin. “Don’t fall.”

Rosa leaned in and whispered, “You’re gonna be great.”

It wasn’t flashy or dramatic. Just quiet belief. Just her teammates making her feel like this was normal. Like she belonged out there again.

When the fourth official held up the board, the stadium noise shifted. A ripple. A lift.

#14

She stepped to the touchline. Renée pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, firm and calm. “Just enjoy it, okay?”

She nodded, barely breathing, and then the sub was made.

As she jogged onto the pitch, she caught Leah’s eyes across the backline—Leah gave her a knowing smile, a little proud tilt of her head.

Katie clapped her on the shoulder. Caitlin grinned at her like she’d just made her day. And further up the field, Kyra—

Kyra was practically bouncing in place, both thumbs up, grinning like an idiot. She mouthed something that looked suspiciously like “hot girl return.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the way her lips twitched.

The crowd started to clap–first a few, then a wave of applause, rippling through the lower stands. She didn’t know where to look. Her face burned. Her lungs squeezed.

But her legs felt good.

Her lungs worked.

She was back.

She ran her first sprint. She tracked a pass. Nothing spectacular, just solid, simple movement.

The ball came, she trapped it, and passed it cleanly.

The stadium roared again. Not because it was special, but because it was her. Because she was doing it.

Back on the pitch.

And as the final whistle blew, she couldn’t stop smiling.

Arms were thrown around shoulders.

Shirts tugged. High fives slapped.

The girls poured onto the pitch, and suddenly Y/n was surrounded–Leah wrapping her in a bear hug, Katie hugging her from behind, Kim right by her side, Alessia pulling her in and squealing like they’d just won a trophy.

“You did it!” Lotte yelled over the noise, gripping both her shoulders.

“I didn’t fall,” Y/n said, breathless and a little dazed, “so that’s something.”

Vic shoved a bottle of water into her hands. Walti beamed at her. Everyone touched her shoulders, arms, and back–– like grounding her in the moment, like making sure she felt it.

And she did. She really did.

But then, once the wave passed and her teammates drifted back toward the tunnel, she turned—and Kyra was still there, waiting.

Arms crossed, one brow raised, pretending to be aloof. Like she hadn’t been watching the entire thing, heart thudding like it was her comeback game.

Y/n took a step toward her. Kyra didn’t move.

“Took you long enough,” Kyra said, voice soft but teasing. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, already stepping into her. “You were literally waiting. You let everyone else go first.”

“Yeah, well,” Kyra’s arms uncrossed as she pulled her in, wrapping her up tight, “I wanted a good hug.”

Y/n exhaled against her shoulder, the last little bit of tension melting.

Kyra smiled, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “See? Told you your bone was steady.”

Y/n groaned. “That’s not even–”

“Shh. Moment of victory. Let me be romantic.”

Once they got to their house, Kyra was all over her.

Kyra stepped closer, brushing a hand through Y/n’s hair and then tracing her jaw gently. “You were perfect.”

Y/n felt her breath hitch at the compliment, but before she could respond, Kyra leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips.

The kiss was slow, sweet, and lingering, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Kyra pulled back just enough to study Y/n’s face.

“You’re really feeling it, huh?” she asked, her lips curling into a smirk.

Y/n chuckled, feeling her pulse quicken. “Yeah, I’m feeling it. But, there’s something else I’ve been thinking about, too.”

“Oh?” Kyra’s eyes darkened with interest. “What’s that?”

Y/n met her gaze, the playful edge to her voice making it clear she wasn’t done teasing.

“Well, now that I’m fully healed, I was thinking… I would really like to use a strap tonight.”

Kyra’s breath caught, and her smirk deepened. “Is that so?” she said, her voice dropping lower, more seductive. “You’ve been thinking about it, huh?”

Y/n nodded, her eyes flashing with desire. “I have. And I want to show you how well I’ve healed.” Her voice was thick with anticipation, the words trailing off as she stepped closer to Kyra.

Kyra swallowed, trying to keep her composure, but Y/n could see the way her pulse quickened.

“You know what, babe?” Kyra said, pulling her in by the waist. “You’ve been so damn good to me. I think it’s time you get what you deserve.”

Without another word, Kyra led her toward the bedroom, their steps slow but urgent. Y/n could feel the heat between them, the tension and chemistry they had both been craving for so long.

Tonight was about release, about letting go of everything that had built up over the past few months.

When they reached the bed, Kyra turned to face Y/n, her hands finding the hem of her shirt, lifting it off slowly, teasing, knowing just how much it would make Y/n ache with anticipation.

“Ready?” Kyra asked, her voice low and seductive, the smirk never leaving her face.

Y/n looked her dead in the eyes, the fire between them undeniable. “Ready.”

Y/n sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the strap that lay beside her, feeling the weight of the moment.

The air between them was thick with anticipation, every inch of her skin tingling with the need to finally feel in control. She had spent so much time relying on others—on Kyra, on her recovery—but now? Now it was her turn.

Kyra stood before her, eyes dark and steady as she watched Y/n. The playful smirk was gone, replaced with a raw, vulnerable desire that matched Y/n’s own.

“You know what I want,” Y/n said, her voice husky with need, her hands gently running over the strap. It felt solid beneath her fingers, and for the first time, she didn’t hesitate.

Kyra nodded, swallowing hard. “I do,” she murmured, her voice thick with a mixture of excitement and trust.

Y/n met her eyes, her fingers wrapping around the strap as she slid it into place. There was no rush. Not tonight.

She had waited, healed, and now it was time to claim what was hers. Her body felt powerful, stronger than it had in months.

She wanted Kyra to feel the same way, to know just how much she was wanted, loved, and desired.

Kyra took a step back, clearly trying to maintain her composure, but Y/n could see the way her breath caught as she adjusted herself, the tension in her body making her even more tempting.

With deliberate slowness, Y/n moved, crawling forward on the bed. She could feel Kyra’s gaze following her every move, the intensity between them building with each second.

When she finally reached Kyra, their faces inches apart, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Kyra’s in a slow, teasing kiss.

“You’re mine,” Y/n whispered softly, her breath hot against Kyra’s skin.

Kyra moaned quietly, the sound a mix of surrender and hunger. “Take me,” she whispered back, her voice laced with desire.

Without another word, Y/n guided Kyra down onto the bed, settling between her legs. She moved slowly, her hands gliding down Kyra’s sides, touching and exploring, making sure every inch of her was claimed, her finger worked slowly on Kyra’s cunt, making sure she was ready.

The tension between them was electric, their bodies perfectly in sync as Y/n slowly positioned herself, the strap a steady reminder of the power she held right now.

Kyra gasped as Y/n slowly pushed forward, feeling her pussy. It wasn’t just the physical act--it was the connection. The way their bodies intertwined, the way their trust deepened with every inch, every movement.

Y/n’s hands gripped Kyra’s thighs, her pace slow but deliberate at first, giving shallow thrust into Kyra’s cunt.

“You’re incredible,” Y/n whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she watched Kyra’s face, her eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open in pleasure. “You feel so good around me, baby.”

Kyra’s hands slid up Y/n’s back, nails lightly digging into her skin as she urged her on. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice breaking with need. “More, please?

Y/n grinned, her pace quickening just slightly, bringing them both to the edge of something deeper, something more.

The more she trusted the more the strap would rub against her clit, creating the perfect friction.

She could feel the way Kyra’s body responded to her touch, the way every movement between them felt like a dance they’d been rehearsing for months.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies, the rush of desire, and the soft whispers of their shared passion.

Y/n held on tight, guiding Kyra through every sensation, every push, every moment of control and surrender. Her hips were fast against Kyra now, she leant over to kiss her as she saw the girl was close.

With a few more trust, Kyra came undone, cuming while Y/n kissed her desperately. In less than a minute, Y/n also found her released.

They collapsed into each other’s arms, breathless, content, and more connected than ever before.

Y/n smiled softly, brushing a hand through Kyra’s hair. “You’re perfect,” she whispered.

Kyra, still catching her breath, smiled back, eyes glinting with affection and love. “So are you,” she said, her voice a little raspy, confused.

As the two of them lay there, the air still thick with the aftermath of their passion, Y/n raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smile.

She tilted her head, eyeing the strap still between them. “Hmm, wait a second,” she said. “I didn’t ask—have you... used this before?”

Kyra, still catching her breath, let out a small, exasperated laugh. “I mean, of course I’ve used it,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not a nun, Y/n.”

Y/n smirked, her hands tracing circles on Kyra’s chest.

“Just checking.” She trailed off, her gaze lingering on Kyra’s flushed face, the teasing glint never leaving her eyes.

Kyra sighed, shaking her head with a grin. “Yes, okay, I’ve used it. But just receiving. Don’t act like you’re the only one with experience here.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m just getting started.” She leaned in, lips brushing Kyra’s ear. “If you want to use it, I’m more than happy to oblige, baby.”

Kyra’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Of course you are,” she teased, rolling her eyes playfully. “Sex maniac.”

Y/n laughed, lifting her head and staring down at Kyra with a smirk. “You’re the one who promised all the sex in the world, remember?” She grinned as she watched Kyra’s face flush even deeper.

“How many times are you going to bring that up?” Kyra chuckled, rolling her eyes as her hands found Y/n’s hips as she pulled her back down.

“As many times as it takes until you really know I mean it.” Y/n teased.

Y/n smirked, “Well, in that case... we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Hours later, as Kyra drifted off beside her, tangled in sheets and soft breaths, Y/n lay awake for just a moment longer.

Her body still ached from the day, not the injury, not anymore. Just the ache of use, of effort, of something real.

She was back. Not just on the pitch. In her life. In her skin. And finally, she was ready to move forward.

Fully, fearlessly, with Kyra by her side.

a/n: 8 months of recovery, 86k words of pining, 1 hard launch. Lots of sex. Worth it. Roommates? Nah. Wifed up

#woso x reader #woso fanfic #kyra cooney cross fanfic #kyra cooney cross smut #kyra cooney cross x reader #kyra cooney cross #and they were roommates

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pitchsidestories · 8 months ago

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looks can be misleading II Beth Mead x Vivianne Miedema x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1928

a/n: the inspiration for this oneshot came from this adorable request here.

Playing for Arsenal had always been your dream, even as a little child. But now that you were actually here, at the Arsenal Training Centre, reality looked much different. You hated everything.

From the way the other players stared at you, taking in your tattooed arms when you were first introduced to team to the fact that they never seemed to shut up and kept yelling at each other.

As a person who liked it quiet and to keep to herself, it was all too much, too loud. Your social battery had been empty before the warm-up was even over.

So while your new teammates stayed on the training pitch, chatting away, you headed for the shower. Maybe if you were fast enough, you had a few quiet moments to yourself.

You could even be done before the others joined. You walked with quick, impatient steps towards the dressing room, missing the conversation right behind you.

“What do you guys think about the new girl?”, Leah asked the others, genuine curiosity in her voice.

Kim shrugged with a small smile: “I like that she doesn’t talk much.“

“Of course you do.“, Lia laughed, bumping her arm against the smaller midfielders.

“Hey!“, Kim protested.

Laura chimed in, the sweetest smile on her lips: “I like her. She’s so mysterious and her tattoos are cool.“

Katie eyed the young Austrian like she just said the most stupid thing she ever heard: “Nah, I think she’s a bit weird, ye know?”

“I think I agree. She didn’t even say hello when Jonas introduced her.“, Leah stated.

Beth who had been listening quietly, assured her teammates: “We’ll tell you how she’s with us at home.“

“Good luck with her.“, Manu grinned at her.“You know, I’ve gathered quite some experience with quiet, broody women.“ She inconspicuously nodded towards her girlfriend.

With a frown, Vivianne turned to her: “Wait, are you talking about me?”

“Who else would I be talking about, babe?”

Viv rolled her eyes with clear fondness for girlfriend: “Time to go home. Bye, guys.“

“Bye.“, their teammates echoed in unison.

Beth and Vivianne were the ones that you would stay with until your own flat was ready to move in. If that meant days or weeks, who knew.

At least their apartment was close to the training centre and you had their guest room to yourself.

Sitting on your bed, you enjoyed being in your own company for a moment. A very short moment as you came to realize.

“Y/n? Do you want to come down and cook dinner with us?”, Beths called for you, her voice echoing from the walls and you wondered if the neighbours had heard her too.

You didn’t want to. But you also didn’t want to seem impolite so you joined them in their kitchen.

“I’m not great at cooking…“, you admitted.

“No problem, we can do this together.”, Beth assured you with an encouraging smile.

“Okay, sure.”, you shrugged.

“It’s easy.”, Viv added.

“Yes, you can start with cutting some veggies.”, her girlfriend advised you in an uplifting tone.

While you did as she said the Dutch woman cleared her throat nervously. “How did you like your first training session y/n?”

“Good.”, you answered monosyllabically as you focused on cutting the vegetables in front of you.

“And how do you like London? Do you have any family close by?”, Beth wanted to know curiously.

“I haven’t seen enough of the city yet to say if I like it and no, my family isn’t from here.”, you revealed. From the way you phrased your answer it was clear that you preferred to not talk about your familiar relations.

“Oh.”, the blonde muttered surprised.

The rest of the cooking and dinner passed uneventfully. During the dinner Beth tried to get you to talk a little bit more, but that turned out to be unsuccessful.

“I’m going to bed, good night you two.”, you announced once you were done with eating.

“Good night, y/n. See you tomorrow.”, the English forward chirmed. She watched you leaving the kitchen with a loud sigh.

“She’s truly intimidating, Beth.”, Viv whispered when you were out of ear-sight. An amused twinkle was in her light eyes.

“Even you think so?”, Beth chuckled, resting the head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Reluctantly the Dutch player put an arm around the smaller woman. For a moment she paused before admitting thoughtfully. “No, I think what she really needs is time, it’s not easy to be the new girl in the team.”

“You would know, huh?”, the English forward gave her a teasing smile.

“Yes, I do actually.”, Viv acknowledged, pressing a soft kiss to her girlfriend’s blonde hairline.

In the past she had quite often confessed that the beginning of her Arsenal career was quite tough for her.

As a young foreign girl who already had made herself known in the national team the Dutch forward had to accustomed to a new country, different playing style and a fresh pressure which came with playing for such a big club.

“We’ll see.”, Beth answered hoping her girlfriend was right about you.

“Morning y/n.”, she greeted you warmly the next morning, next to her the young dog was already bouncing excitedly.

“Morning.”, you mumbled suppressing a yawn. It was clear for everyone that you were in desperate need of some caffeine.

“We’re taking Myle on a walk. Would you like to come with us? We can get coffee or something.”, the blonde offered smiling friendly.

“Uhm okay.”

“You don’t have to, obviously.”, Viv added quickly.

“No, I do.”, you smiled shily at them.

The couple seemed happy that you accepted their offer. You all shrugged on jackets and left for a stroll around the neighbourhood.

Beth and Viv walked slightly in front of you, politely giving you your own space while Beth kept talking and Vivianne just listened. You were perfectly fine just taking everything in and watching Myles’ floppy ears bounce with every step. You could feel a smile tug on the corner of your mouth.

When you reached the coffee shop, you offered to wait outside with Myle. Patiently, you sat at a table outside and rubbed your hands together. It was an unusually cold morning. Even the little dog at your feet seemed to shiver slightly in the cold air, despite the thick brown fur.

“Come here.“, you mumbled to yourself as you gently pulled Myle onto your lap, in hopes that your body warmth would help. She immediately curled up on your lap and let you pet her.

“Your puppy is really cute.“, you said softly as your two teammates reemerged from the coffee shop, steaming cups in their hands.

Beths’ face lit up as soon as she saw you two together: “Oh, looks like she likes you already.“

Myle lifted her head as if she was listening attentively.

You could feel your cheeks heating up: “She was getting cold so I warmed her…“

“That’s sweet of you. You like milk and sugar with your coffee, right?”, Beth smiled and pushed a cup of coffee towards you.

You gratefully reached for it, wrapping your hands around the warm drink. “I do. How did you get that?”

“I was hoping for the best. It was either that or black coffee.“, Beth laughed as she took the chair next to yours.

You sipped on your coffee and smiled: “Not bad.“

“Oh, so she can smile!”, Beth exclaimed happily.

You grimaced, slightly embarrassed.

"This is your and Myles' achievement, Beth.”, Vivianne told her girlfriend.

Beth laughed again and you had to admit, you could actually get used to that sound. “I think Myle deserved the majority of the credit.“

“She’s just so cute.“, you mumbled as you looked down at the puppy on your lap.

“Yes, she is.“, Beth agreed, her eyes wandering from Myle to your face.

There was something intense in her gaze and it made you immediately feel insecure, the blush creeping back into your cheeks, so you set the little dog down and got up from your seat, indicating that you would like to continue your walk. “Let’s go.“

Even though you were in London for almost a week now, you still preferred to run your laps away from others in training. You couldn’t focus on yourself when everyone kept talking. Besides, you didn’t care much for the gossip anyway that was so willingly shared during the warm-up.

As you ran by yourself, you didn’t hear any of the conversation Beth was having with her teammates on the other side of the pitch.

“Wait, are you serious, Beth? Are you still talking about her over here.“, Leah asked as she jogged alongside her teammate. She subtly nodded in your general direction.

“Leah! Of course I’m talking about her. She’s such a sweetheart once you get to know her.“

“One could think you’ve a crush on her, Beffy.”, Steph teased the friend grinning.

“I mean.”, the English forward run her free hand nervously through her blonde hair.

“Stephs not wrong here.”, Alessia commented with a cheeky smile.

“She’s kind of cute, don’t you think?”, Beth turned her head to look at her girlfriend, searching for the confirmation she needed.

“No, I do.”, Viv agreed.

“Well, this is going to be interesting.”, Kim remarked with a meaningful glance toward the couple.

The piece of their talk you did hear left you almost speechless. “Wait, what?”, you interrupted them stunned.

“Oh, y/n.”, Beth sighed softly.

“I forgot my cleats I’ll be right back.”, you lied, you were desperate to get out of this uncomfortable situation as quick as possible.

“Shit.”, the Dutch forward cursed under her breath. There was a mutual understanding between Viv and her lover that didn’t need words, so they quietly followed you into the changing room.

“Y/n? If you feel more at ease not living at our home your place is ready.”, the younger of the two offered heavy heartedly.

“Yeah, I’ll move out.”, you decided unable to look into their sad eyes.

“Sorry, for our teammates talk from earlier.”, Beth apologized biting her lip guiltily.

“Beth, Viv, stop.”, you demanded.

“We’ll leave.”, Viv nodded.

“No, I want to tell you something,. I like you two .. like a lot.”, you confessed it took all your bravery to say these words out loud.

You know your looks could be misleading, they made you appear tough: your muscles and tattoos were like your armour against a world which hasn’t always treated you with the kindness you and everyone really deserved.

But you were tired of being alone and the two women showed you a way to break out of the loneliness.

“We like you two.”, the Dutch woman assured you earnestly.

“Y/n, what are you trying to say?”, the blonde asked confused by the turn this discussion took.

“I don’t know what I’m trying to say, that’s the problem.”, you admitted.

“That’s okay.”, Beth replied.

“I guess thanks for everything. I’ll get my stuff later.”, you smiled sadly at them.

“Actually, Viv paused a second before continuing, you could stay with us.”

“Really? To be honest I’d like to stay at your home.”, you looked up surprised.

“Our home.”, Viv corrected you as Beth pulled you into a tight group hug.

“We got to keep her.”, the blonde hummed happily.

“Beth, I’m not Myle!”, you protested.

“No, but you’re just as cute.”, she answered giving you a kiss to your cheek which immediately turned red.

Despite the banter these two and the dog were the closet thing you had to call home.

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wlwsoccerfics · 4 months ago

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Unexpected(LucyBronzeXKeiraWalshXTeenReader)

AN: i thought i mentioned it ,but wonze are Not together in this.

Warnings:mentions of underage drinking, Type 1 diabtes.

Summary:you go to England Camp with your Mom and your Mama is really confused on why you are there. Well everything is not what it seems.

You walked into the hotel lobby, right behind Lucy. To say Keira was confused to see you there was an understatement. "Love Bug? What are you doing here?" She asked and hugged you. You hugged her back.

You glance over to your Mom.

"hi mama, well mom is being..." You started ,but was interrupted by Lucy.

"you better choose your next words very carefully, y/n Madita Walsh-Bronze! You are on thin ice already!" She told you. It was clear she was not happy with your behavior.

Keira still was very confused. "Can one of you please tell me what happened?" She asked.

"well your daughter came home yesterday smelling like an entire bar! Like she took a bath in booze!" Lucy explained the Situation to Keira.

"y/n! You are 15! You are way too young to drink and Not to mention it can mess with your diabtes! Your mom has every right to be upset! Have you talked punishment already?" Keira wanted to know.

You sigh and Cross your arms over your chest.

"punishment? Mama you can't be serious?!" You replied, biting down on your bottom lip.

"i take that as a no!" Keira said and looked over to Lucy.

Lucys eyes wander to you again.

"i think she is grounded for the next few days and can only go outside with us and can practice with us! No Walking around on her own! Just to get food." Lucy suggested.

"yes ,seems fair!" Keira agreed. You look at your moms and nodded your head. You could always rebel against it later.

Beth came over as well. Dragging hers and Viv's daughter Mattea behind her.

"Look it's your cellmate!" Beth told Mattea, pointing at you.

"was she at that Party as well?" Lucy asked, sighing softly. She had heard from a few parents about this afterwards , cause alot of the Kids came home smelling like booze.

"yes! Mattea came home drunk! she is gonna stay in her room cause she is grounded and the only free bed left is with Y/n!" The blonde explained.

"you two can study together! That's great!" Keira answered.

You and Mattea glance at one another. Everything is going according to plan!

You and Mattea knew one another very well. Of course you did. You grew up together. Because of your parents & because of the friends you share. But you also secretly have been together for 4 months now.

Keira, Lucy & Beth are in the gaming room with the rest of the team while you and Mattea were alone in your shared room. Your parents were tracking your phone so they would know when you leave the Hotel room. You couldn't exactly leave it behind cause your Insulin pump was connected to it. That was their safety net. But it wasn't exactly like you planned on leaving anyways.

In fact you and Mattea had planned getting in trouble for drinking. Which you didn't actually do. You just made sure your clothes smelled like booze and had one sip of Vodka and a sip of Beer so your breath would smell like it as well. Your girlfriend did the same. Cause hello free Hotel room with your girlfriend. The two of you knew that if you stayed at home your relatives would have watched over you and there would be no way the two of you would get some alone time. Cause your relatives tended to worry alot about you because of the diabtes. But here you are at the Hotel , you had your own room with Mattea and the Chance to practice with Englands Elite. Which included your moms.

"i can't believe it actually worked out for us! That plan was brilliant!" Mattea replied, cuddled up in your arms.

You held her close. Smiling softly.

"indeed it was! I am so happy we get to see one another and get to spend so much time together!" You answer. Kissing her forehead.

You were listening to a new Podcast for a bit before Mattea ended up falling asleep. You stroked her hair gently while continuing to listen to the rest of the Podcast. This went on for a while.

Later that day the two of you went to dinner with the Team. "So question? Why did i hear that my nieces have been drinking?" Leah asked you and Mattea. Yes you see Leah as an aunt cause she has always been really close with Your Mama and Beth. You rubbed the back of your neck.

"uh you probably heard it cause our parents couldn't keep their mouths shut!" You replied half jokingly. You Mom shoot you a warning look.

"y/n Madita Walsh-Bronze, this isn't a joke." Lucy answered. There was the full name again. You still were on thin ice.

You let out a soft sigh.

"i am sorry! What i meant is that i made a mistake!" You answered.

"we all have been there ,kiddo!" Leah admitted.

"so true!" Georgia nodded her head softly.

"i am sorry as well! Won't happen again!" Mattea said as well.

"i hope that's true!" Beth replied, looking at Mattea and then over to you.

"okay let's put that behind us! right now i just want to know how your blood sugar is doing." Keira asked. Your Mama always tended to ask that before meals. You blushed a bit, slightly embarrassed about your Mama asking.

"Mama, it's fine! You don't always have to ask." You told her. Mattea almost swooned cause you looked so adorable blushing. But she managed to lay low.

"i do have to. You are my child! I worry! It's my right!" Keira stated. You were Keiras Baby still. Didn't matter that you were a Teen. You would always be her baby. No matter how old you are. It's probably how all moms are with their Kids. Well most of them you were quite sure about that.

"blood sugar is perfect right now." You showed her your phone, so she could see the numbers herself. After some more talks with the rest of the team you went back to the Hotel.

Back at the Hotel you hugged both of your moms 'goodnight' and went back to your room with Mattea. After a quick shower you put on an old England Hoodie which used to be your moms. With that you put on some black shorts. Then you crawled into bed. Waiting for Mattea to finish her shower. But you were so tried that you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore so you fell asleep before she returned. The two of you cuddled all night. Sleeping peacefully.

In the morning the two of you got ready for breakfast, when you reached the breakfast buffet only a few other people from the Team were there. Including your Mom.

"morning kiddo, hey mattea. How did you two sleep?" She asked and kissed your head. Sitting down at the table with you and Mattea.

"morning Mom. I slept great. How about you?" You answered, smiling a little.

"i slept good too." Mattea replied.

"so did i!" Lucy said, also smiling a little.

The three of you talked a little about the next few days and about the fact that Lucy wasn't Happy with you drinking. You were debating whether to tell her that it was all a plan ,because you didn't like how your mom was struggling to deal with the fact that you are at the Teenage age where you try out new things. Soon you were joined by Lessi, Ella & Leah at the table.

"so either of you got a girlfriend?" Ella asked you and Mattea. It was no secret that you both were lesbians. When Ella asked the question you almost choked on your Tea. After coughing a bit.

"nope. Very single!" You told her. Mattea and you quickly glancing at one another.

"yes me too!" Mattea replied. Alessia & Ella looked at eachother. That look made you think that they might knew the truth. Your mom and Leah didn't seem to notice though.

Your mom told you to meet them on the pitch in an hour for Training. So you went back to your room to get ready. Mattea sat on the bed, putting on her socks.

"do you think, Lessi & Tooney know we are together?" Mattea wanted to know. You put on one of your Training Kits.

"it sure is possible. but i don't think they gonna tell on us!" You told your girlfriend. Kissing her forehead gently.

A little while later you and Mattea were on the pitch practicing with the team. Sarina was watching the two of you closely. She has seen the two of you play before. Given that you just made your debut to Play for the Chelsea Senior Team ,while Mattea had her Senior Debut for Arsenal. But she was so impressed with both of you that she ended up talking to your parents and to Beth. Pulling you Guys aside after practice.

"Girls, i talked with your moms! I want both of you to become lionesses!" Sarina replied, smiling at the two of you. " You both are really talented." She added on. Both you and Mattea stared at eachother in shock before she jumps into your Arms and you hug her.

"i can't believe we are so lucky, Babe!" Mattea happily said.

"thank you Sarina!" You told her and held your girlfriend close.

"yes thank you!" Mattea answered.

Neither of the two realized yet that your secret was out.

"did you just call her Babe?! Oh my god. I knew something was up!" Beth said and you blushed a little.

"oops..." You replied and started blushing as well.

"you two have some explaining to do!" Lucy stated.

"that's my Queue to leave!" Sarina quickly replied and walked away, she couldn't help but smile a little.

You ended up explaining everything. Including that you didn't actually drink and how you planned the whole drinking thing. Knowing there was no way you two would be allowed to stay home if you got drunk and the only solution was to take you guys to Camp with them. By the end of the explaination your moms and Beth looked impressed but also a little shocked.

"the two of you Scream trouble!" Lucy answered and laughed softly.

Beth nodded her head in agreement and grinned.

"but it's cute how much effort you put into this just to be together!" She replied.

"we all hopefully agree that now that we know you are a couple ,there need to be changes made in the rooming arrangement." Keira told you.

"but Mama that is not fair!" You let her know that you are not happy about it. There was a discussion about it and when the team heard about the Situation, Alessia offered to room with you and Ella was sharing a room with Mattea. That was something you sure could live with because you thought Alessia was quite cool. Besides you just managed to officially become Part of the lionesses. So you didn't really had much to complain about.

#woso x reader #woso x lionesses reader #lucy bronze x keira walsh x teen reader #beth mead x reader #alessia russo x reader #ella toone x reader

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lovelake · 2 months ago

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Everyone’s sick of the two lovebirds at camp putting off an inevitable confession. Some of the members have their own way of pushing you two together, though.

arthur morgan x gn!reader, drabble, 700+ wc, fluff, arthur and reader are oblivious fools pining for one another, gift giving, brief mention of drinking, set in horseshoe overlook, characters involved: javier, mary-beth, and lenny

note: would’ve finished this like four days ago if it weren’t for fucking finals LMAOO but i’m done 😌 comments/reblogs are always appreciated <3

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡. masterlist read on ao3

Everyone could see it. Even Kieran, who has only been around for a few weeks, could see it. Hell, a Pinkerton could show up and figure it out in the matter of minutes.

Nobody could force a confession, but there were ways they could influence one.

The metal vibrations of the acoustic guitar combined with the Spanish language was a powerful force in the world of romance. Javier truly was the heart of nightly camp gatherings. And there was always a silent consensus to leave space for you and Arthur to sit right next to one another in the space surrounding the main campfire.

“Hasta un gorrioncito amoroso la oyó y dijo, ‘mi bonita, te quiero mucho yo.’ Hasta un gorrioncito amoroso…”

It was the subtlest of gestures that sent sparks flying in the air. Knees pressed up against one another, not daring to move from the other. Shoulders occasionally bumping into each other when you swayed to the sound of the music. Shy glances at one another whenever a joke was made, just to see if the other smiled/laughed or not.

There were so many people around, but it always felt like it was just the two of you in a small bubble trying so hard to act normal.

Mary-Beth, ever the romantic, also had her own tricks up her sleeve. Sometimes whenever Arthur walked by while she was with Tilly or Karen, she switched the topic and began talking about things you liked, small hints for him to know just what to pick up during his journeys to bring back to you.

It worked like a charm. Every. Single. Time.

“Got somethin’ for ya,” he murmured as he reached into his satchel, his palms sweaty with nerves underneath his well-used riding gloves. “I know ya didn’t ask, but, well…just thought you’d be sick of Pearson’s cooking and could use somethin’ nice, so here. Would’ve taken you myself, but I know you’re a busy bee.”

He fished out a spoon and a tin cup, pulling back the lid and revealing none other than banana pudding—something sweet, a far cry from what you usually ate. And you knew no places served pudding in a tin cup of all things. Arthur must’ve gone out of his way to order it and then stuff it in so he could bring it back to you. Honestly, the display looked clumsy and the pudding was a little melted, but it was oh so endearing.

“That’s real sweet of you, Arthur. Thank you.”

After taking the cup and spoon into your hands, fingers grazing his, you leaned in so you could press a kiss of appreciation against his cheek. Lord almighty, his knees nearly buckled, and it felt like all his blood rushed to that lucky patch of skin. He looked like a puppy, all wide-eyed before he regained his composure, nodding in response as he tipped his hat down to hide the upturn of his lips.

“I hope ya like it.” And like me, he thought to himself.

Was it normal for a thirty-six year old man to act like this? As far as he knew, everyone else at camp made it abundantly clear if they were sweet on someone. Sean flirted with Karen the instant he was brought back. And here Arthur was, trying and failing (miserably, in his mind) to express his feelings. Confessions weren’t his forte.

You asked him how his trip was while you started digging in. His crow's feet became more pronounced as he watched you eat—you were cute.

“Same ol’, same ol’. Headed up north towards the Grizzlies and lost track of time up there. Helped some folks out, too. It’s real pretty up there, quiet and peaceful. Reckon you’d like it.” A silent invitation lingered in the air, but he eventually decided to voice it. “...If you’re not too busy one of these days, maybe I could take–”

“I won’t be busy!”

“You sure 'bout that?"

“Yeah, I mean,” you shrugged, trying to act casual after your abrupt answer. “I’ve gotten enough done to get Miss Grimshaw and Dutch off my back for a while and I could use a change of scenery.”

Plus, you missed him. He was rarely around these days, one-on-one time with him was hard to get.

A certain pair of ears had overheard the entire thing. And boy, was he ready to tease.

People didn’t usually remember much on the nights they got shit-face drunk. A brief conversation stuck to Lenny like a second skin, though. Specifically, the part where he asked why Arthur wasn’t married.

“‘No one would have me’ my ass.” Lenny muttered with a grin as Arthur eventually walked by.

“What?”

“Nothin’, Arthur.”

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x gn!reader #arthur morgan fluff #rdr2 x reader

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allthingsimagines · 1 year ago

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State of Grace

“This is a state of grace. This is the worthwhile fight. Love is a ruthless game, unless you play it good and right” - State Of Grace by Taylor Swift

Rick Grimes x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: The group is wary of Aaron, until he reveals information that shocks the group to their core.

Takes place in season five at the start of the Alexandria arc!

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Swearing, childbirth, fluff, and ooc Rick

a/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for literal years. It’s not great, but I don’t care!! I hope you enjoy! Also, sorry for the formatting I’m on my phone!

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The group all stood on high alert as they stared Aaron down as he sat tied to the pole. He was an outsider and knew far too much about them for any of them to be comfortable.

Rick was at the edge. He would either fall off and lose himself or pull himself back. The group was doing their best to keep him stable, but after Terminus, the death of Beth, and his own wife being lost after the Prison he was close to being too far gone. The only reason he hadn’t yet was for Carl and Judith. If he hadn’t had them he would’ve been long gone by now.

Aaron was another threat to the group’s safety.

Rick stalked around him as the group watched on. He seemed like a predator about to go in for the kill. Rick had always been an intimidating guy, but after the loss of his wife and the months on the road he wasn’t sure he’d ever fully return to who he had been when she was alive.

When the Prison fell everyone got scattered. Rick had been in the yard, Carl with Daryl, Judith with the kids, and Y/N had been in the sick wing helping Maggie evacuate people. When everyone got separated she’d just disappeared. No one had seen her since that day and there was no indication she was alive. Rick had lost hope a long time ago. She was tough, but it was difficult enough for them to survive as a big group. There was no way she would have made it months on her own.

Aaron gulped as the group discussed what to do, “My job is to convince you to follow me back home.”

Everyone looked around skeptically at his words. Aaron sighed, he knew it would take a lot of convincing, “I know, if I were you, I wouldn’t go either until I knew exactly what I was getting into.”

Aaron looked around at the big group and took a breath to steady himself. He’d been following them for two weeks and still didn’t know half as much as he would’ve liked to about them. He knew Rick was the leader and had two kids. He knew a few others like Maggie, Sasha, and Glenn, but the rest of them were strangers for now. Yet, he knew they’d keep them alive.

Alexandria needed people who knew how to survive and navigate the world they lived in now. The only people in the community who knew how to was himself, Eric, Deanna, Enid, and Y/N. She was the perfect person to teach them, but she wasn’t much help outside the walls since she was pregnant.

“Sasha, can you hand Rick my pack? Front pocket, there's an envelope,” Aaron asked and Sasha complied as she brought it to him.

“There's no way I could convince you to come with me just by talking about our community. That's why I brought those. I apologize in advance for the picture quality,” Aaron said as Rick pulled them out and looked through them.

“No one gives a shit,” Daryl grumbled out and Aaron nodded quickly.

A few others crowded around Rick to look at the pictures when the baby began crying. The teenager tried his best to calm her, but she just wailed. Rick pinched his brow and sighed, “Carl, will you get Judith the binky in my pack.”

The boy quickly complied as he tried to soothe his sister. Aaron’s eyes widened and he felt his heart jump at his words. He quickly leaned forward, pulling against his binds, “Your son is Carl and your daughter is Judith?”

The group all shared confused looks as Aaron looked like he’d had a world ending revelation. Rick passed the pictures to Glenn as he moved closer to Aaron, “What’s it matter to you?”

He kneeled down in front of Aaron and glared down at him, “Why do you need to know?”

Aaron swallowed, trying to compose himself, before looking up at Rick, “Did you have a wife named Y/N?”

Rick physically recoiled at the question and everyone tensed. How would he know her? Carl stepped closer to them, Judith held firmly at his hip as she was quiet now, “How do you know my mom?”

Aaron looked sympathetically at Carl and Judith before looking back to Rick. He looked as if Aaron had flipped his whole world, “How do you know that name?”

“She’s alive. She’s been living in our community with my husband and I for the past few months. She’s talked about your family endlessly- I just didn’t put it together,” Aaron breathed out and he saw the whole group react to his words.

Rick stumbled back and stood deathly still as he paled. Carl moved forward, his eyes full of hope, “How can we trust you? Where’s my mom!”

Aaron nodded towards his bag, “There’s a picture of her in the inside zipper of my bag.”

Glenn quickly unzipped the pocket before pulling out the picture and passing it to Rick. Rick couldn’t believe his eyes as he stared at it. It was her. She was leaning her head on a man’s shoulder, who he assumed was Aaron’s husband, with a bright smile on her face.

She was alive and happy.

Rick let out a choked sob as Carl tore the picture from his hands and broke down as well as he clutched his sister to him. The whole group was visibly affected by his words as they all had bright looks on their faces. Rick pulled Carl into his side and pressed a kiss to his head, “She’s alive. We’re gonna have your mom back.”

Glenn cut Aaron free and he stood up and rubbed his wrists. Rick released Carl, but when he turned to Aaron to say something he noticed the odd look on his face. Rick moved closer to Aaron and felt his stomach drop, “What’s wrong?”

Aaron looked up at Rick and scratched his neck, “I don’t know how to say it.”

Rick pushed down his fear as he stepped closer to him, “Aaron what’s wrong with my wife?”

Aaron met Rick’s piercing eyes and breathed out, “She’s pregnant.”

Rick swore he’d died. There was no way that she’d lived, but now she was pregnant? She couldn’t be.

Rick grabbed Aaron’s shoulder as leverage as he almost fell over, “What?”

Aaron grabbed Rick’s arm, “My husband and I picked her up on the road five months ago and brought her back. We’ve been taking care of her. The baby is doing great and so is she. She helps our leader, Deanna, out as her advisor so she doesn’t have to leave the walls.”

Rick tried to take in deep breaths, but he could hardly comprehend that his wife was alive and now she was pregnant? Rick grabbed onto Aaron as he fell to his knees. He tried to breathe as everything became too much for him.

His wife was pregnant and she’d been alive this whole time. They were going to have another kid.

Aaron squeezed Rick’s arm and sighed, “Rick, she’s full term now and when I left she was having consistent Braxton Hicks.”

Rick almost fell over from how quickly he shot to his feet. Lori had those during both pregnancies and she’d given birth soon after. He needed to be there for her. Especially considering what had happened to Lori.

“What’s that mean?” Carl asked, quickly wiping any remnants of tears from his face.

“They’re false contractions, but they’re meant to prep your body for labor,” Maggie answered, coming up behind Carl and squeezing his shoulders supportively.

“Take me to her. Please,” Rick pleaded with Aaron and he was quick to nod.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll radio my husband to come get us in our RV. We can all fit, but it’ll be tight,” Aaron said, looking around for approval.

Everyone quickly moved to ready their gear and Aaron took that as his sign to radio Eric. He quickly moved towards his radio that had been tossed out of his bag and picked it up, “Eric, we need you to get us at the barn we scouted. They know Y/N. Her husband and kids are with them.”

“Oh my god. Okay, I’ll be there soon. Be safe,” Eric quickly responded.

Rick held Judith tightly to him as he moved over to Aaron and clapped his hand on his shoulder. Aaron quickly turned to him only to find his demeanor much more relaxed, more like the man Y/N had described. Rick let out a shaky breath and nodded, “Thank you.”

Aaron nodded and sighed, “She’s family to me too now. I’d do anything for her.”

Rick nodded as his nerves began to eat at him. The group packed up quickly and they all anxiously waited in the barn to leave. Twenty minutes passed before Eric pulled up and they all quickly filed in. He seemed stunned by the road hardened people that passed by him to get into the RV. The RV was big, but they had a large group now and they were all crammed in.

They all sat packed into the RV, each having their own quiet conversations for a while until Aaron’s radio went off. The whole group turned to look at him as he quickly fished it out.

“Hey, Aaron, you there?” A female voice said.

“Hey, Denise. What’s up?” Aaron responded.

“Just wanted to check in and give you an update. When are you heading back?” She asked.

Aaron looked around at the group and scratched the back of his neck, “Uh, actually now. I’m bringing back that group I scouted for Deanna. Tell her that we’ll be back in less than an hour and they’ll need to get check ups asap just in case.”

“I’ll let her know, but the doctors office is kinda busy today,” Denise said sounding hesitant.

“What? Did something happen?” Aaron quickly asked, sharing a nervous look with Eric.

“No! No, nothing bad, but we’re about to have a new baby around here soon. She wanted me to let you guys know,” Denise said, with a cheery tone to her voice.

The whole group froze as Aaron looked at Rick in slight horror. Rick kissed Judith’s head and squeezed Carl’s shoulder as he tried to be strong for them. The last time, Carl had to kill Lori after she needed a C-Section. Rick knew Carl wouldn’t survive losing his other mom the same way.

Aaron’s eyes softened as he noticed their family dynamic. He remembered what Y/N had told him about Carl’s mom and he could tell it was causing trauma to resurface for them.

“How is she? Everything going okay?” Aaron asked, nervous himself for his friend.

The radio was silent for a few moments until it crackled again and a new voice came over the radio, “She can speak for herself. I’m in active labor, not dead.”

The whole group shared a look of shock. It was her. Rick quickly moved to the front of the RV to stand next to Aaron, his blue eyes wide and unsure of what to do.

“And yes, I’m fine. I’m almost fully dilated, so not much to do but have terrible contractions till they come. Baby Grimes would like to make an appearance soon, so I’d appreciate if you hurried back. It’d be nice to have someone who I actually care about to hold my hand. You too Eric. How’d scouting that group go? They convinced yet?” She asked breathlessly as Rick and Aaron shared a look.

Baby Grimes. She hadn’t let go either. Rick had a child and wife waiting for him.

Aaron held the radio out to Rick and he looked at it nervously. What was he even supposed to say? Rick turned as Carl came up behind him and took Judith from his arms so he could hold her. Carl’s eyes were filled with a hope Rick hadn’t seen in years. Rick swallowed his fears and took the radio from Aaron’s hand.

“Darlin?” Rick said, his voice wobbling as he choked out the words.

The radio was silent for a moment before her shaky voice said, “Rick? Is that you?”

Rick fell to his knees at the sound of her voice. It was his wife. She was alive.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me. We’re okay. We’re all on our way,” He breathed out as a hand squeezed his shoulder and he looked behind him to see Daryl behind him.

A loud cry came over the radio and the whole group from the prison visibly reacted with relief of their own as they finally had a family member back.

“Oh my god, I swore I’d never hear your voice again. Is everyone there? Carl? Judith? Please, please, tell me they’re okay,” She sputtered out through sobs.

Carl snatched the radio from his dad’s hands and shakily said, “Mom, mom, it’s me. We’re okay. Judith and I are okay. We miss you.”

“Carl, baby, I-I-,” She started but broke down into tears and the radio went silent for a second.

The whole group went dead silent as the radio cut out, but quickly reacted as she cried out over the radio. Rick rushed to Carl’s side as he stared at the radio in horror.

The radio cut back in and Y/N’s groans could be heard in the background, “She’s okay! Just bad contractions. She’s gonna need to push soon, so hurry if you guys can. I’m sorry I’ve got to go to make sure everything goes okay, but Aaron knows where the delivery room is. Deanna knows and she’ll have Spencer open the gates as soon as you get there and let them through.”

The radio then shut off and Rick looked up at Aaron in abject horror. What if he missed his child’s birth? What if something happened to her? Aaron squeezed his shoulder and shook him a bit to bring him back, “We’ll be back soon. She’s gonna be okay. We have good doctors and medical supplies to make sure of it.”

Rick nodded, seeming like he was off in a different place. Aaron moved back to Eric’s side and helped direct him the quickest way to Alexandria. Rick sat against the door of the RV, his mind running over every worse case scenario.

Nothing ever went right for him.

Right now he could have his wife and a new son or daughter when he arrived to Alexandria. Or he could lose them both, and he was sure that he would never survive that loss again of someone he loved so desperately.

Eric pushed the RV as hard as he possibly could without blowing anything mechanical. A half hour passed before Aaron finally announced that they were there. They all rushed to their feet and looked out the window to find a fenced in town with guard towers at the gates.

The group had been in one place with high fences before, but this place looked untouched from the apocalypse. Aaron turned to the group as Eric slowed as they got closer, “When we get in the gates, you will all have to turn over your weapons. We don’t allow people to have them, unless they’re on patrol or cleared by our leader Deanna or Y/N. You will all be interviewed by Deanna and then get a check up by one of our Doctors.

Rick and Carl, you’ll come with me. The rest of you will wait until I come and get you or you’re showed to a house. This community is pretty sheltered, so please take it easy around them for now. Understood?”

They all shared nervous looks before nodding in agreement. The RV came to a stop and Aaron and Rick shared a look.

They needed to go.

Carl passed Judith off to Carol as Eric quickly turned the car off and opened the doors and Aaron, Rick, and Carl quickly moved out.

The group rushed towards the gate as it slid open for them. Rick and Carl hardly had time to admire the community before Aaron waved his hand at them, “Come on. Medical center is over here.”

They hurriedly followed after Aaron and Eric as they ran towards one of the closest buildings and people stared as they sprinted past. Rick couldn’t have given less of a shit as he just ran after them.

Aaron barreled towards a house and quickly threw the door open. Rick’s eyes widened at the sound of his wife crying out. Rick shoved past Aaron and rushed toward the room. The continuing cries became louder from the door at the end of the hallway.

Rick quickly grabbed the handle and threw the door open and there she was. His wife was laying up against a mountain of pillows with her legs propped up.

Dear god.

Her eyes pooled with tears at the sight of her husband alive and in front of her. She released the sheets from her clutched hands and reached out for Rick, “Rick- oh my god.”

Rick went to rush to her when a woman quickly moved in front of him, “Woah! Okay, I know you want to see her, but you’re gonna put her and the baby at risk if you don’t wash everything off of you.”

Rick hadn’t really considered that it’d been months since he’d showered properly. He looked at his hands and found they were covered with blood and walker remains. He hadn’t even thought about it.

“Denise he can- he can stand up by my head and he won’t touch the baby until he’s clean. Right Rick? I can’t do this without him,” She said squeezing her eyes shut and crying out in pain.

Rick nodded frantically, desperate to touch his wife himself after months apart.

Denise looked hesitant, but let out a frustrated sigh, “At least scrub your arms and hands with soap quickly and put on that surgical gown just in case.”

Rick didn’t say another word as he quickly rushed toward the other room where the woman pointed. He moved to the sink and scrubbed at his hands so hard they felt raw. The sink turned red as his hands were washed clean of all the remnants of the outside world. Carl quickly sprinted in, turned on the sink next to him, and did the same.

Once Rick felt like his hands and forearms were clean of blood and filth, he put the surgical gown on and rushed back into the room.

“You have to push! Come on deep breath and bear down,” Denise said as she stood between her legs.

She breathed heavily as she pushed for ten seconds, before she laid back and let out a groan of pain. Rick moved to her side and quickly took one of her hands in his own and pressed it to his lips. Rick tried to force back his tears and the emotions threatening to overcome him as he finally had his wife right in front of him.

She tiredly smiled up at him, her eyes shiny with unshed tears, “Hey Sheriff.”

Rick chuckled before he quickly captured her lips, “Hey darlin.”

Her smile was interrupted as she squeezed her eyes in pain and clutched onto his hand tightly.

“How’s she doin Doc?” Rick asked worriedly, Lori’s death at the front of his mind.

Denise tried to smile comfortingly and said, “She’s doing great, but you’ve got to keep pushing. Baby’s almost here.”

Rick looked down at his wife and squeezed her hand, “You can do it. I’m right here.”

“Me too,” Carl said as he rushed to her other side.

Her eyes brightened at the sight of her son at her side. She took Carl’s hand and nodded as she sat up, “Yeah, I’ve got you two now. I can do this.”

“Fuck yeah you can mom,” Carl said beaming at her.

Rick laughed at his words and she shook her head with a loving smile directed at him, “I missed you, but watch your language baby.”

Carl smirked and he and his dad shared a look as she got ready. Denise smiled at the family before clearing her throat, “Okay, after this next contraction you need to push again. Make it count you’re almost there.”

She nodded and shared a nervous look with Rick. Rick squeezed her hand and quickly kissed her forehead, “You can do this baby. We’re right here.”

She nodded before letting out a shaky breath and squeezing her eyes shut as Denise indicated for her to push. After the seconds of silence she cried out and fell back, but Rick quickly slid his arm around her waist to catch her, “You’re doing great darlin.”

She nodded against his shoulder as she mentally prepared herself to push again.

“I can see the head. One more good push and it’ll be done,” Denise said.

She nodded and she took another deep breath, “That better be a goddamn promise Denise.”

Denise smiled and shook her head, “If it’s not, I’ll give you my bottle of bourbon.”

She let out a shaky laugh and smiled at her, “You’ve got a deal.”

She looked at both of her boys and felt determination swell in her chest. She felt the contraction come on and she pushed with everything she had.

Rick brushed the hair out of her face as she cried out again. Then the room was filled with a sharp cry.

Rick felt his whole body tense as Denise beamed at them as she lifted the baby up, “It’s a girl. She’s beautiful.”

She immediately began to cry as Denise nodded at Rick, “Wanna cut the umbilical cord dad?”

Rick nodded and shared a look with Carl. Carl nodded and quickly moved his arm around his mom to support her sitting up as tears of joy streaked down his face. Rick took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord where she directed as she quickly cleaned his daughter.

Carl helped his mom get more comfortable on the pillows as they waited for Denise. Carl pressed a kiss to her cheek, “I love you mom.”

She smiled up at her oldest boy, “I love you too baby. I’m so glad you’re here. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Rick’s eyes were full of tears as he carefully looked over Denise’s shoulder as she checked over his daughter. He hadn’t really felt this way since Carl was born. He felt like he was teetering on an edge as he waited to see his youngest daughter.

Denise turned around and Rick moved to her side. Denise smiled softly as she carefully passed the small bundle to her outstretched arms, “She’s healthy and looks perfect. You did great Y/N.”

She let out a choked sob as she took her daughter into her arms, “Hey sweetheart.”

Rick finally let his tears fall as he looked down at his beautiful daughter. She leaned into Rick’s embrace and gently stroked her baby’s cheek, “You’re so so loved already.”

Carl sniffled as he leaned closer to his mom to get a better look at his youngest sister. She looked up at him and smiled brightly, “This is your big brother, Carl. He’s gonna be the best big brother ever and he’s always gonna be there for you .”

Carl nodded as she lifted her up closer to him so he could see her for a moment. Then she turned and her eyes met Rick’s that were filled with emotion. She moved her daughter now to Rick’s side so he could see his little girl.

“This is your daddy. He looks mean and grumpy, but he’s a softie I promise. He’ll always keep you safe,” She said with a gentle smile as he got to look at his daughter.

Rick brushed his finger over her small cheeks and choked out sob. He pressed a kiss to his wife’s head, “I love you more than anything. Thank you.”

She pulled away from him before she leaned up and kissed him. She pulled away breathlessly and smiled before moving her gaze to her daughter, “You can thank Hope for getting us here. I would have died a long time ago if I hadn’t been fighting for her.”

Rick raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Hope? That’s her name?”

She nodded resolutely and beamed, “Been calling her Hope since I found out I was pregnant. Hope Willow Grimes.”

Rick nodded and smiled down at his daughter, “Hope’s a great name for her.”

She nodded before turning to give her boys a tired look, “As much as I love you both, you reek of blood and sweat. Aaron can take you to one of the empty houses to get cleaned up. Then you can come back and hold her. Okay?”

Rick felt his whole being begging him to stay, but she was right. He pressed a kiss to her head and looked down at his daughter before stepping away, “Kay, but you send someone for us if you need anything.”

She nodded as Rick and Carl moved towards the door, “Got it Sheriff. Will you bring back Judith and the others?”

Rick nodded and smiled, “Promise. Trust me they’ll be begging to come see you as soon as we get there.”

“Well, tell ‘em I’ll give ‘em a pass for not getting a baby gift in time,” She joked as she rocked their daughter gently.

A knock came from the door and they all turned to find Aaron and Eric standing there. They both stepped into the room and Aaron smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, we didn’t wanna intrude, but I overheard you. I’ll take them to the house Deanna is setting them up in. She’s gonna set your group up in three houses. Some of the residents are moving your stuff into a separate house so you guys will be together.”

Y/N smiled and waved them into the room, “You’d never intrude. Come see her.”

Eric moved to her side and smiled down at the baby. Aaron held out his hand for Rick to shake, “Congratulations.”

Rick paused for a moment before pulling Aaron in for a tight hug. Aaron tensed for a moment before clapping Rick on the back. They pulled apart and Rick nodded in thanks, “This is all cause of you. Thank you.”

Aaron smiled at the sight of his husband and friend cooing over the baby, “Come on. I’ll take you guys to get cleaned up.”

The boys hesitantly followed after him and to the house. An hour passed and Y/N fed her daughter as she talked to Eric.

“When you mentioned your husband he wasn’t quite what I pictured,” Eric said as he rocked back in his chair.

She raised an eyebrow at him, “What’s so different?”

Eric rolled his eyes, “Y’know for being in an apocalypse where you don’t have many options you bagged one of the finest men I have ever seen.”

She burst out laughing as she grinned at him, “Oh, I know. Trust me I was fighting off women left and right when we lived at the prison. You better believe if I see Jessie anywhere near him or my kids I’ll throw her out like a farm cat.”

Eric snorted and beamed, “I believe it. I’d love to see you take her down. She’s had it coming for years.”

A soft knock came from the door and Y/N sat up and adjusted her little girl in her arms, “Come in.”

The door slowly opened and her husband came into view and her eyes lit up. Rick came in and walked over to her. Eric smiled at the pair and stood up, “I’m gonna go make sure you guys have everything set up.”

She smiled softly at him as he moved to the doorway, “Thank you.”

Eric nodded and shut the door behind him. Rick had changed into new clothes and cleaned up his beard now. He came and sat at her side on the bed, “You feelin okay darlin?”

She nodded and leaned against his shoulder, “About as good as you can be after pushing a baby out of you.”

Rick chuckled in response and she met his eyes. Rick cupped her face as her eyes lit up teasingly, “Lookin good Sherriff.”

Rick pulled her in and pressed a firm kiss against her lips. After a moment passed they pulled apart and she muttered, “I love you.”

Rick kissed her quickly again and moved back, “I love you too.”

“Wanna hold her?” She asked gently holding her out to Rick.

Rick swallowed nervously and held out his arms and she passed Hope into his arms. Rick let out a shaky laugh as he finally got to hold her. He shared a look of awe with Y/N as he gently rocked her.

She pressed a kiss to Rick’s jaw with a smile, “You’re a natural.”

Rick smiled, his eyes staying on his youngest, “Comes with practice.”

The pair were silent for awhile as they watched their daughter. Y/N let out a shaky breath and leaned her head on Rick’s shoulder, “Who isn’t here?”

The silence was palpable between them as she pressed a kiss to Rick’s shoulder, “I- I just need to know, please.”

Rick nodded, keeping his eyes on their youngest, “Beth. She escaped with Daryl, but she got kidnapped by a group in Atlanta. We almost got her back, but she got killed before we could leave.”

Y/N swallowed back her tears and pressed her head into his shoulder and squeezed his arm, “Y’know no one would ever blame you for that, right? You tried your best and that’s all you can do sometimes.”

Rick nodded silently before pressing a kiss to her head. Y/N reached out to brush her finger over Hope’s soft cheek. Rick leaned back and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders and held his daughter with the other, “Anything we need to know about here?”

Y/N sighed heavily, “They’re weak. These people never learned how to survive outside the walls, because they never had to. Deanna understands what the world is and usually lets me call the shots when it comes to anything outside the walls.”

“Any pushback?” Rick said as he gently rocked Hope.

Y/N scoffed at his words, “Yeah, just a bit.”

“Anyone I need to kill?” Rick joked dryly, his arm tightening around her.

“Not yet. Deanna’s son, Spencer, is a liability. He doesn’t appreciate that I completely changed their tactics for runs, even if it was getting people killed. Spencer and his friend Nicholas are pretty much all talk, but they’re not shy about opposing anything I say. Oh, and watch out for Jessie,” She said leaning further into Rick’s chest, annoyance filling her while thinking about the town home wrecker.

Rick narrowed his eyes at her change in demeanor. He gently lifted her chin so she would meet his gaze. Despite having just given birth to their child, she still felt a pang of insecurity claw at her heart. Rick held her chin gently in his hand as his intense blue eyes met hers, “I have killed people to protect you. I would kill anyone to keep this family safe. You are the only woman I will ever want. Tell me you know that.”

Y/N smiled somewhat bashfully at his words. Those words would have terrified her in the world before it fell, but now it was a declaration of the highest love. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. It was almost as if no time had ever passed as they fell back into a routine with one another.

She pulled away breathlessly and met Rick’s expectant gaze. She let out a breath, “I know.”

Rick nodded and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Hope cooed and stretched her arms out with a yawn. A knock sounded out and Rick moved the the door, his youngest cradled securely in his arms. He opened the door and then Carl stepped in with Judith on his hip. Y/N burst into tears at the sight of her daughter. Judith reached out her arms as she saw her, “Momma.”

Carl came over and sat next to his mom and Y/N was quick to take her into her arms. She pressed a kiss to Judith’s head, “Oh, babygirl I missed you so much.”

Judith clutched onto her shirt and snuggled into her mom. Y/N rubbed Judith’s back with one hand and reached over and pulled Carl into a tight hug. Carl sighed and leaned into his mom’s embrace. She pressed a kiss to the side of Carl’s head, “Thank you for keeping him alive.”

She and Carl shared a look of understanding as they pulled away. Rick came over, looking like a true dad with Hope in one arm and his other hand tucked in his jean pocket. Y/N wiped her tears and sat Judith on her lap as Rick came and sat next to her. She looked around at her family and smiled, “I don’t believe in god, but thank whoever the hell is in charge up there that brought y’all back to me.”

Rick smiled and kissed the side of her head, “Damn right.”

Then a knock came from the door and Maggie popped her head in. Maggie rushed over to Y/N as the rest of the group followed in. Y/N swore she’d cried all of her tears, but each hug she gave to the members of the group brought on a new onslaught.

After each member of the group had been properly introduced to their daughter Rick stood off in the corner. He looked around the room, Hope settled safely in the crook of his arm. This was the happiest he’d seen the group in years.

Carl had yet to move from Y/N’ side, as Judith happily sat on his lap playing with her mom’s hand. Rick was certain he had never seen Y/N look so beautiful. She was beaming as she talked to Glenn and Maggie, despite the fact that she’d given birth hours earlier.

“She’s just like Lil Ass Kicker.”

Rick chuckled as Daryl came to his side. He looked down at his daughter lovingly and sighed, “This is what we fight for. Everythin we do is for everyone in this room.”

Daryl made a noise in agreement, “We keep going for shit like this.”

Rick met his wife’s eyes and she was quick to shoot him a wink, before she turned and pulled Carl closer to her into a hug. He sighed, his heart feeling full for the first time in months. Herschel had told him years ago that every day was a choice.

He would choose to keep his family in the room safe everyday for the rest of his life. No matter what it cost.

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ginkgo-phyta · 1 year ago

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Hotch would definitely give you the princess treatment, and you know what? Jack would too, after seeing his father he knows how to treat a girl right. And the team would definitely tease Hotch, because his son is going to steal his partner from him :)

omg no LITERALLYYY tho like just like omfg alright i got carried away with this and its not even really what you're talking about but listen to me okay LISTENNNNN

tagged spencer reid x reader because i want more people to see this teehee pls dont hate me i have spencer fics yall should read if you havent already but also you should still read this too

YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH AARON HOTCHNER AND ITS INFLUENCE ON HIS SON JACK gn!reader, FLUFF, no warnings(?) another informal blurb typa format :P

you and hotch decide together you'd like to date for a while first, take things slower and fully solidify and strengthen your relationship, before you become a part of jack's life. you didn't want jack to get attached to you or write you off too quickly in case life took you in different directions. you didn't know it at the time, but hotch introduced you to jack when he was sure he was going to marry you some day- and soon. he had been so incredibly head over heels in love with you and once you and jack got close, the little guy really got to witness how highly his father regarded you- and just how he showed you it every day. even in the little things. from the way hotch pulled out your chair, held all doors open for you, always kept your favorite drinks and snacks stocked up in the fridge and pantry, never let you open your own car door, the way he made spaces for you in his bathroom and closet without even being asked, and how he always stuck to your weekly dinner date- whether in person or over the phone. to the way his father would look at you, listen intently to whatever you were talking or ranting about, how he'd cup your hands and press quick kisses to them or move any bothersome strands of hair from your face when you'd eat, and how enthusiastic he always was when you and jack would spend time together.

jack was a bit hesitant with you at first, he was a bit older at that point and the quickness with which beth had left his life had admittedly stung him, leaving an ever-present welt behind. but he warmed up to you, appreciative of the way you welcomed him with open arms, never pressured him to spend time with or even like you (letting him accept you at his own pace) and how you clearly were not trying to take the place of his late mother- even many, many years into your relationship with his father. what he loved the most was how you always encouraged hotch to recount stories of haley, put pictures of her in jack's room or wherever else he wanted them, and how you would remind him: "your mother would be so proud of you jack." you would watch old home videos of their old family and jack never failed to notice how you wouldn't ever feel negatively about it. that was really what won him over. he also loved how open you were with both him and his dad- every day you'd say "i love you!" both casually and purposefully. it instilled in the young boy the importance of expressing appreciation, love, and care for others.

before you, hotch was always a just bit emotionally closed off. even when it came to jack he liked to keep himself a bit more reserved. he tried to stay a strong and unwavering inspiration, only wanting to show his son his best face. but once you came into their lives you inspired hotch to open up more than he had the last few years after haley's passing, inspired him to embrace even the "uglier" emotions he felt in life: grief, anger, sadness, and tiredness. it ended up passing onto jack in small ways, allowing him to feel even closer to dad. you became a huge structural post in jack's life. your love for one other inspired him, as he grew up he dreamed of one day having a relationship like yours. he looked forward to being able to treat his significant other the way his father cares for you.

you loved jack as if he was your own, though you never wanted to say that to him for fear of overstepping your role. aaron would always assure you, especially as jack grew older, that his boy felt it. you watched him go from a playful child, to a moody teenager, to a budding adult eager to make his mark on the world. and you were there supporting him the whole way.

you'll spend a lifetime with the both of them and although there will be many funny, loving, or frustrating moments you'll hold in a special place in your mind, there's one memory from when he was still a youngin that you love the most. it was a surprise dinner party at your fancy restaurant, aaron had booked the whole place just for you and the guests to celebrate your engagement and he had enlisted jack's help to plan the whole thing. jack, the bau team, and your friends and family were all there to shower you in love. the most memorable part of the night was the moment everyone sat down for dinner, all around a giant table (possibly multiple tables pushed together). as everyone moved to take their place jack ran so eagerly in front of you to pull your chair out before his father got the chance. you were shocked for a second before bursting out in a melodious laugh- it was so unexpected but you were incredibly moved. "oh, jack, thank you!" your loving, excited, and genuinely appreciative tone made jack's already huge grin grow even wider and more endearing. everyone else had noticed this too and laughed in joy along with you. "oh my god!" "that was so freakin cute" "he did not just do that!" rang out around you. of course aaron noticed, standing in silence for a second, a similar smile mirrored on his face, before he shook his head with a chuckle. as you took you seat, jack made sure to push your chair in just before you sat down fully, diligently executing what he'd studied his father do hundreds of times before. you turned to thank him, but before you could even open your mouth jack moved to take your cloth napkin from the table, shake it open, and carefully place it in your lap. awwws flooded in from all sides of the table

"oh you are just so adorable jack, thank you so much." you said as you pinched his still slightly chubby cheek "you are just the kindest, sir." you playful tone cause jacks entire face to blush and he shyly walked over to take a seat next to you.

"what? you take my job, and now you don't even want to sit next to me?" hotch spoke up from you other side. jack knew his father was joking, but he still bashfully giggled, sinking a bit more into his seat

"you better be careful, hotch," derek spoke up from across the table, motioning to his former boss with a breadstick, "looks like you got some competition there."

everyone broke out into more laughter, especially aaron. in the midst of the hysterics, the once-stoic man's hand crept into your lap to hold your own, thumbing over the back of your hand and the beautiful engagement ring wrapped around your finger. you shared a glance while you both laughed before you looked over to jack. wordlessly, your hand suddenly hopped up to ruffle up the little boy's hair, causing him to scrunch up his nose and giggle even more.

but you didn't have to say anything, your eyes held the truth. love. jack continued to look up at you, feelings of warmth, joy, and safety draped over him like a fuzzy throw, covering him from the crown of his head to the tips of his fingers and toes. he knew that with you in his life now, besides him and his father, everything would be okay.

A/N: SCREAMING how was this anon? sorry i didn't delve into the team teasing hotch more bc these thoughts were swimming in my head and i NEEDED to get them down perhaps i could do another post of just teasing quotes if that's something you'd like! i got a few ideas swimmin already teehee i hope you enjoyed my love!!

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desperate-gay · 2 years ago

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jeez imagine Leah always catching you staring at her abs and then one day she’s teases you and lets you actually touch them

Abs

Leah Williamson x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

summary: your regular habit of staring at your teammates abs finally work in your favor

Saying you have a staring problem would be far from the truth.

Unless you are talking about admiring a certain someone, that someone being your very own teammate, Leah Williamson. It’s not like you purposefully stare at her, but what are you supposed to do when she is working out in a sports bra and glistening in sweat? Her abs are on full display, and who are you not to look? You’re only human.

Right now, you’re on the pitch practicing for the season coming up. You and your good friend, Katie McCabe, are doing simple passing and dribbling up and down the turf. A football goes flying past your feet from you being too distracted.

“Oi! What are you doing? We are doing the easy drills here, Y/l/n!” You blink to yourself and let out a big sigh, turning your attention back to the brunette. Subconsciously, you look back at the very thing that had you distracted in the first place. Katie follows your line of sight and sees Leah with her jersey lifted and wiping the sweat off her face. She looks back at you with an unimpressed look and smacks you on the head.

“Ow!’

“Get your head out of the gutter. You can thirst over your friend after practice.” She scolds while your cheeks begin to turn red from embarrassment.

“Okay, you’re right. I’ll race ya to the cooler!” Your feet get a head start, and you start running toward the chest that holds all the refreshing drinks, pushing Katie back to delay her speed.

“Oh no you don’t!”

—

Sadly, that isn’t the only time the Irish woman catches you gazing at the blonde. Arsenal just won the match against Liverpool. The team is all relieved but exhausted and just wants to head back to the hotel. All of you are getting changed in the locker room; some small conversations happening on the sides, but your eyes drift over to Leah. Fresh out of the shower, her wet hair lays over her shoulders and back, and most importantly, she’s shirtless.

Your head stays down, but your eyes still stay on her stomach. Her muscles flex with every little move she makes, making you clench your thighs. “Seriously? Again?” A voice startles you, causing you to let out an unintentional squeak. Leah looks over at the two of you and quirks an eyebrow. You smile at her and wave your hand, telling her it’s nothing.

Looking around, you make sure no one has their eyes on you before smacking Katie’s shoulder. She lets out a little ow and rubs the sore spot. “You can’t just scare me like that!”

“Well, I wouldn’t scare you if you were paying attention to your surroundings instead of looking at—” Her voice begins to rise, so you slap your hand over her mouth, glaring at her. She removes your hand from her mouth and puts her arms up in fake surrender.

—

The bus brings you back to the hotel room to stay the night, and everybody is assigned a roommate. You get roomed with Katie, Leah with Caitlin, Beth with Viv, and so on. Everyone heads to their designated rooms, but not you. Katie turns to you with her lip jutting out in a pout and pleading eyes.

“What do you want, Katie?”

She blinks her eyelashes consistently and finally asks, “Can you and Caitlin trade? Please?”

You look over to the Australian who is right next to her, also giving you a bit of a pout. Huffing, you offer your key card to the green-eyed girl, “Here.” Both of the girls smile and smush you in a hug. Caitlin hands you the opposite card, so you start to head to the room with your briefcase rolling beside you.

When you enter the room, the bathroom light is on with the door closed. Placing your briefcase by the front door, you make your way to one of the mattresses and flop down on your back.

“Oh, didn’t know you’d be in here.”

Surprised you didn’t hear the bathroom door squeak, you immediately sit up. “Katie and Caitlin wanted to room together, so we switched.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to room with me?” Your eyes widen, and your head shoots up. As you are about to defend yourself, you see a teasing smirk etch over Leah’s face, making the tension in your shoulders go away. She chuckles at your reaction while she turns her attention back to putting her clothes back in her bag. In all her glory, she stands with a Nike sports bra and a pair of basketball shorts on her body. “You do need to stop doing that.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Huh?”

Her body turns towards you, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re staring problem,” she continues to look over at you as your mouth opens a little. “If you think I haven’t noticed you on the pitch or in the locker room, you’re wrong.”

While you try and stutter a response, the smug look never leaves her face, and she slowly starts approaching you at the end of the mattress. Your eyes are looking everywhere but at her, and you blurt out, “I’m sorry!”

“Can you at least look at me?” Her tone is gentle, along with the soft smile on her face. In response to her question, you shake your head no. “Why not?”

“Because I’ll be distracted.” You mumble in embarrassment.

“Distracted by what exactly?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

Her pointer finger curls under your chin to lift your gaze at her. She bends down to your height and moves her face right in front of yours, both your noses almost touching. Her hands reach out and grab both of yours, placing them on her abs, making your face turn redder than a tomato. You retract your hands and move further up the bed. “No need to be shy, baby.” Leah crawls up towards you, making sure to leave a little space in case you get uncomfortable.

Your legs are stretched out in front of you, and your hands are placed on your lap. Leah places both her arms on each side of your feet and her knees sit on the end of the bed. You look down at her, her hair in a ponytail, biceps flexing, and abs still on display. “Leah, what are we doing?”

“Well, from the looks of it, we're sitting here staring at each other.” She jokes, which only gets her a look in return. “Okay… okay, you really want to know?” You nod at her, and she makes her way up and hovers over you. Your breath hitches when her nose brushes against yours and her breath fans against your face. She starts to lean in, looking at your lips, before pausing and directing her eyes back to your eyes. “Can I–”

One second she’s hovering over you, the next her lips are smashing into yours. Your hands are wrapped behind her neck, fingers threading through her hair, while her hands ground themselves at both sides of your head, holding her up. Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces, and you never want to part, but unfortunately; both of you need to catch your breath. Leah is the first to separate the two of you, but not without leaving a nibble at your bottom lip.

Your hands trail down from her shoulder, to her chest, then finally down to her stomach. Her cocky attitude starts to make its way back over her body. Smirking down at you, she leans in to kiss your lips again. One of her arms replaces itself, so her forearm is now resting on the bed as her other glides down to the hem of your shirt. The cold feeling of her fingertips on your skin makes you gasp, allowing her tongue to snake its way into your mouth. Your tongues roll against each other, and you let out a small moan at the sensation.

Her lips make their way to your jaw and pepper down to your pulse point. She alternates between biting and licking over your sweet spot, leaving a red mark, and moving down just a little to repeat the process. “Leah,” she continues to suck on your skin, “Leah, the team will see.”

“So let them.”

You couldn’t even protest. The feeling of her skin on yours, her lips continuing to brush in the best places on your neck. It was surreal. You never thought this would happen; you thought you’d only be gazing at her from afar and that’s it.

The thoughts running through your head are soon interrupted by a particular rough bite. You hiss and dig your fingernails into her abs, causing Leah to let out a similar noise. She pulls away and tugs on your jumper, asking permission to take it off. You nod and sit up to help make it easier to slide off your torso. Without wasting any time, you grab her hand and place it on the strings of your pants.

“Please take them off.”

“Patience, darling.” She tuts, almost like she’s trying to make you explode.

Slowly, she pulls the strings of your sweatpants, untying them to get them looser. Her fingers grip the sides of your pants and pull them up to her, so your hips joist up, yours touching hers. While she begins to pull down your pants, she arches her neck down to kiss your lips again, diving her tongue into your mouth hungrily with no hesitation. Once your pants are off, she tosses them across the room and grabs your hips to flip positions.

Her hands slide from your hips down to your ass as she creates a slow, steady rock of your hips. Every so often, one of you pulls away to get a gasp of breath, and then you dive right back into each other.

Leah pulls back, her lips red and swollen. “Move up more, baby.”

Your eyes meet hers; her pupils are blown with lust. The movement of your hips stops for a moment. “What do you mean?” You gasp, still a little out of breath. Instead of telling you what she had in mind, her hands that remain on your ass pull you up, making you sit on her stomach. Before you have the chance to ask her why she moved you, her hand grips your neck and pulls you back down to attach your lips to hers. The other hand that remains on your behind encourages you to go back to rocking your hips back and forth.

The blonde flexes her abs, and right when you rock, it hits a pleasurable spot for you. She smiles into the kiss when you moan in her mouth. “You’re soaked, Y/n/n. I can feel how wet you are through your panties, baby.” Heat starts to rush up your neck, but not enough to stop the rhythm of your hips. Leah’s thumbs move to pull the elastic of the fabric that’s stopping her from fulfilling your needs. You lift your body, allowing her to pull them down to your ankles, so you can take them off yourself. “Come on, doll. Keep grinding, and maybe I’ll let you get off.”

You reach behind your back and unclip your bra, sliding it off your arms. She hugs your waist, pulling you in while you continue to slide your body up and down her stomach. The defender leans in, wrapping her lips around your nipple, and swirls her tongue around it. Between that and the continuous rub of your clit, you turn into a moaning mess.

“You’re doing so good for me, do you think I should reward you?” You nod your head, “I think I need more convincing than that, doll. I want you to beg.”

You’re quick to give her what she wants, desperate for a release. “Please, baby. I’ll do anything you want, just please give me your fingers.”

“That’s what you want? You want my fingers?”

“Mhm.”

Without warning, she grabs your waist and, once again, flips your position. She stands up and walks toward the end of the bed, leaving you with no time to react when she grips your ankles and yanks you down. Her hands massage up and down your thighs before she moves to place a kiss on your belly button. Your breath continues to race as you wait with anticipation for Leah to connect her lips where you need her the most.

She’s now down to your inner thigh, so she moves one of your legs onto her shoulder. With every other kiss, she leaves a hickey along with a praise. “You’re so gorgeous,” a kiss. “My good girl,” a bite. “Dripping for me,” a lick. You whine out of impatience, making her chuckle. “Impatient girl.”

Her tongue finally makes contact with your pussy, licking a long strip up to your clit. Your back arches, and you let out a booming moan, definitely bothering whoever is in the room next to yours. While her lips wrap around your bud, her right-hand makes its way to your core. She pushes her middle finger inside you while her tongue continues to lap around clit. It’s not long before she adds her ring finger, too.

The noises that escape your mouth make Leah feel like she’s on top of the damn world. Being able to please you so well, and also getting to do it with you. You, you feel like you’re on cloud 9. The dragging of her digits in and out of you while her mouth works magic on your clit made your head spin. She maneuvers her fingers around until she hits a specific spongey spot, which makes you let out a gasp mixed with a moan.

Leah lifts her head and continues to drag her digits in and out of you at a rapid pace. Removing your leg from on top of her, she moves up so she’s face to face with you. She gives you a mind-blowing kiss and moves over to your ear to whisper, “I know you’re close; I can feel you tighten around my fingers, baby. I want you to cum when I tell you to, okay?”

You manage to slip out an okay between ragged breaths. Her pace picks up, and her thumbs put pressure on your clit, making you feel like you’re body is going to implode if you don’t cum soon.

“Please, Leah. Please, I need to cum, baby. So, so badly!”

“Just a little longer.”

Your head snaps back on the bed as you moan and whine at the same time, “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

“Go ahead, cum for me.”

The tightening in your stomach soon snaps, making your back arch and your eyes squeeze shut. The screams you let out are almost loud enough to worry the rooms next to you. Once your high begins to settle, your body shudders as your back returns to the bed. You move your hand to stop Leah’s strokes, overstimulated from the long wait.

She crawls her way up on top of your body and places kisses on the bruises forming on your neck. You pull her into your body, wrapping your hands around the back of her neck, guiding her lips to yours.

After a few more minutes of making out, you pull away, “You are really good in bed.”

“Really?” Her tone wasn’t insecure; it was the opposite. This was another trophy to add to her collection of reasons to be cocky. You roll your eyes and pull her back into a smiley kiss.

“Now, I think it’s only fair I repay the favor.”

“I won’t stop you, doll.”

—

“Aye, Leah. Seems like you had a good time last night,” Lotte wiggles her eyebrows and smirks towards the defender, “might need to request a room that’s soundproof next time.” Leah rolls her eyes and walks towards the buffet. Everyone starts asking questions about what the brunette is talking about, trying to nag more information out of her. “Well, our beautiful blonde friend here had someone over for some private exercises.” The smug look never leaves her face.

You bite your lip and pull your jumper further up your neck, so no one sees the colored marks on your skin. Katie sits right across from you, and you see her eyes go wide. She then darts her eyes towards Leah and then you. She opens her mouth and points toward you, confusing your teammates, who are startled by her. You abruptly stand up, heading towards her and grabbing her arm. “Katie forgot something in my room; we’ll be right back.” A fake smile plastered on your face as you drag her down the hall. You scan your key card and then push the Irish woman as quickly as you can before shutting the door and standing in front of it.

Meanwhile, the team sits in the lounge, confused as to what they just witnessed. No one even thought of you as an option since they assumed you were still rooming with Katie. “Okay, now what the hell was that about?” Beth asks out in the open for anyone to answer. Her girlfriend, Viv, just shrugs right next to her and continues biting into her breakfast. The rest of the girls reply with I don’t know, and head back to their conversations. “Leah, maybe you should go check on them.”

In response, Leah nods and heads towards your room. She felt relieved when Beth asked her to go check on you because she wanted to do it anyway but couldn’t without raising any suspicions. When she knocks on the door, it swiftly opens, and she gets yanked in by her arm. Before complaining, she looks and sees Katie at the end of one of the beds with an unreadable look on her face, while you stand right next to the taller blonde.

There’s a long silence in the room before it’s interrupted by Katie, “So, you two... are together?” She quirks an eyebrow, looking at the both of you.

You look at Leah for some help, but she’s just as baffled as you. “Well, we never really put a label on it.” Biting your lip, you look at the girl right next to you, making sure it is the right thing to say. She gives you a soft smile and a nod, before wrapping her arm around you and rubbing her hand up and down your arm. Katie silently nods before mumbling something incoherently.

“What was that?”

“I said about fucking time.” Katie cheers, lifting her arms in the air and letting them drop, which shocks both you and Leah. “I could not stand dealing with watching you drool over her,” she points at you, causing a smirk to form on the blonde's face right next to you, “and having to hear you talk about how breathtaking she looks all the time.” Your friend fake gags as you blush at the thought of your longtime crush gushing over you.

Leah clears her throat, “I’m glad we finally put you out of your misery, but you can not tell anyone yet. Please.” It was very rare if you ever heard Leah beg. The defender always had a reputation for getting what she wanted without having to look small, as she likes to call it.

Katie gasps and places her hand over her heart, “Did the Leah Williamson just say please?” You let out a quiet giggle, earning yourself a soft smack on the arm.

“Okay, you two, let’s not wind each other up. We just don’t want the rest of the team to make such a big deal out of anything right away; we’re just having our first date tonight. Unlike Miss Ego over here, I will beg you, so please, please, don’t tell anyone yet.” You put your hands together and place them in front of your face as a sign of mercy.

“Yeah, yeah, I won’t say anything.” You squeal and go to hug your friend. Leah comes over and pats her shoulder as a way of saying thank you.

“Okay, we better head back to the lobby before someone thinks one of us killed a person.”

—

After a few dates and making you guys official, you finally decided to tell the team. They were all stunned but so happy that there was another power couple in the group. If you thought the teasing from Katie alone was annoying, you were in for a big surprise.

It was team bonding night at Beth and Viv’s place, and you all decided to have a movie night together. Everyone picked little white strips out of a hat that had movie titles on them, so no one had to argue about what movies to watch. Both you and Leah are sitting on the floor with her back leaning against the couch, while you sit between her legs and your back against her chest. Her arms are wrapped tight around you, and a blanket covers the two of you.

“Aww, look at the love birds!” Lotte teases while Jen stands up and hugs herself, making kissing noises, causing the team all to laugh. Leah grabs the pillow closest to her and chucks it at Jen.

“Ouch!”

You smile and turn your head awkwardly to look at your girlfriend. Her facial features soften, and then she returns your loving gaze. She leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your right hand comes up and grabs her cheeks to lean her further towards you. You set multiple pecks on her lips, causing both of you to smile in the midst of them. Without your knowledge, Steph catches the sweet interaction between you two on camera and saves it.

That same video was used both when you guys told the fans and also on the day of your wedding.

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson smut #leah williamson #katie mccabe #caitlin foord #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #world cup #england #lgbtq

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mrchiipchrome · 1 year ago

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Misophonia

W.C.- 2.7k

Happy birthday to meeeeee

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It was no secret in the world of women’s football that you and Kyra Cooney-Cross were everyone’s unofficial little sisters. The younger of the two, you, had been moved up from the Arsenal academy at the same time that Kyra joined, and the unfamiliarity of the new team that you were suddenly thrown into made you two bond fast. Really fast.

Within 5 minutes of meeting the other, you had managed to plan at least 4 pranks to perform on the girls. Through Kyra, you also became much closer to the aussies of the team, just a sort of natural consequence of hanging around the Aussie all day. She was like your older, but just as mature as you, sister.

By month 3 of knowing each other, you and Kyra had managed to find every single button to press to make the other go completely mad. For Kyra, the main thing that set her off was when you tapped your feet against the floor repeatedly. For you it was whenever anyone made any type of noise with their mouths, with the obvious exception of speaking.

It just made you so irrationally mad, especially when someone was chewing all up in your ear, the sound so revolting that you often shouted for them to get away. Most of the team had learned their lessons already and knew not to even try to chew loudly near you, as you’d put your headphones on and ignore them for most of the day.

Kyra however, being the annoying little shit (lovingly) that she was, continued to do it every single second that she could, her favourite being when she knew that you couldn’t do anything about it, like in meetings.

She’d sit in the seat right behind you, leaning her head forward so that her chin would rest against your shoulder, and start to snack loudly on a granola bar or smacking her gum. The only thing you could do was sit there and take it, clenching your fist and wondering what it was you’d send in the text to Mini later that evening.

When Kyra would get told off by her team mom later that night she always looked at you, moving her thumb over her throat, telling you that you were dead.

But yet she kept on doing it, and you kept on telling Mini, it happened so often in fact that you too created a special bond with the older woman, her becoming a somewhat mother to you too. You always joined in on their facetime calls, Harper greatly appreciating you too.

Mini liked that Kyra had someone to goof around with at Arsenal, even if it did happen to be a 16 year old kid.

And as much as you liked and worked well with Kyra, not a single adult at Arsenal thought it was a good idea for you two to live with each other, no matter how much you begged and pleaded with them. Instead you were sent to live with Beth and Viv, whilst Kyra got her own apartment. That didn’t stop you from having sleepovers once a week however.

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Kyra breathing loudly directly beside your ear is the first thing you notice as you wake up from your nap in the community room at Arsenal, all groggy and confused, yet already annoyed by the girl’s incessant need to irritate you.

“Man, get the fuck out my ear!” Your voice is all scratchy and deep as you shout at the other girl, annoyance at her actions showing clearly on your face. More than a few heads snap up to look in your direction, quickly looking away when they notice the situation you find yourself in, many of them already knowing what the Aussie was doing.

“Awe is wittle baby Y/n a bit cranky from their nap?” Kyra antagonizes, trying to fuel the fire that was sure to start if she continued.

“You do remember that I know where you live? I can easily smother you in your sleep.” The girl’s knew to separate the two of you when the threats started flying, knowing that it could end with you two on the floor, wrestling or trying to strangle the other.

Alessia put her arm around a smiling Kyra’s waist, pulling her away from you even as she continued to breathe loudly, annoying you all the way from across the room. Viv sat down next to you on the bean bag, looking slightly irritated at your little outburst. She knew it wasn’t really your fault, but you’d been working with her on how to regulate your feelings.

“Y/n, we don’t threaten our friends, even when they’re being annoying. How about you go and apologise to Kyra and we’ll go get you some ice cream?” The dutchie was one of your many adoptive mothers in the squad, one of the more prominent ones as she knew exactly the pressure put on you as a young superstar in the making. She just wanted to help, often doing so by coming over with dinner for you and Kyra when you have your sleepovers, making sure that you didn’t trash your diets too much.

Looking down to the floor as you walk over to the older girl, she smiles at you mischievously like she knew exactly what it was you were doing. She knew that you’d been forced by your mom to apologize to her and she was enjoying the process of you going through all the stages of grief before getting to her.

Looking her in the eye, she sees the playful hate in your gaze, she already knew that you didn’t hate her but instead having to apologize for something that she caused.

“I’m sorry Kyra” Lowering your voice, she sees you look down at her in amusement. “I hope you know that I’m only doing this for the ice cream.” The Australian gasps in mock shock at your statement, but mostly at the fact that you’re allowed to get ice cream when she isn’t.

“VIV?! Why is Y/n getting ice cream and not me?” She catches the attention of the entire team with her bold accusation, most if not all of them rolling their eyes at her actions.

“Because Y/n doesn’t start fights, and she’s apologizing for threatening you.” Viv joins the others in rolling their eyes, taking hold of your shoulders as you make your way over to her, pulling you into a side hug.

With your backs to the young Aussie, neither of you notice the way she’s rushing towards you two, ready to absolutely throw herself onto you. She comes in with an awkward angle, her legs wrapping around both you and Vic’s waists, her arms locking around your necks, nearly choking you both out. Her head slots into the space between you and Viv’s heads.

Luckily enough for every Arsenal women’s fan ever, there’s a photographer there to capture the looks of absolute horror on you and the Dutch woman’s face and the unignorable grin on the Australian’s.

“Kyra Cooney-Cross get off right this second or I swear to god I will contact Katrina personally.” Viv comes off more than a little threatening, her voice deadly calm as she speaks to the younger girl. Kyra frowns playfully and slides down you and Viv’s excessively tall bodies, her feet touching the floor after a few seconds.

“What do they feed you dutchies? You need to stop being so tall, it’s annoying.” The short girl looks at you angrily when you pat her head like she was some sort of dog, waiting for a treat. She slaps your hand away when it comes down to pet her again and the only response she gets is a shrug from you as Viv drags you away to her car.

Only minutes later Kyra’s phone pings with a notification from instagram, seeing the ‘yourinstagram tagged you in a post’ had her stressing out. When she looked at the story you had tagged her in, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes, it was a selfie of you and Viv with ice creams in your hands, you with the biggest smile ever on your face and Viv looking slightly fed up with you.

The caption you’d typed out was ‘revenge is best served cold, right @/kyracooneyx’, she reposted your story to her own, typing out a simple ‘I hate you’. But with your quick thinking and amazing humor, you quickly reply with your own story, a caption reading ‘tell that to the ice cream you didn’t get’.

Kyra couldn’t even lie and say that it wasn’t funny, the little giggle she let out an indicator of how she enjoyed the little back and forth.

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Everyone in the team agreed that the decision to put you and Kyra in the same car on the road-trip across the country was a bad idea. They knew that it would be torture, Kyra would chew in your ear, or simply just breathe loudly next to you, making you really fucking irritated. You would constantly touch her, poking at her like you weren’t afraid of losing your fingers.

The unfortunate person having to sit next to you and Kyra during the entire ride this time was none other than Alessia Russo, someone who really just wanted to sleep the entire 8 hour ride and skip your bullshit, obviously that didn’t happen.

“WHO LET KYRA HAVE SNACKS? I’m going to kill you.” Alessia sat to your left, rubbing her temples at the already growing headache, Kyra sat to your right, a sucker in her mouth and three loud crinkly bags of crisps in her lap. You were in the middle seat, a frankly uncomfortable seat seeing as you were the tallest in the entire car, knees bent inwards trying to fit your long legs between the seats.

“Yeah, Viv did you not ban snacks so that this wouldn’t happen?” Beth questions the forward, who meets Kyra’s guilty gaze in the rearview mirror, looking at her sternly. Viv sighs like she knew it would happen before reaching her hand back and asking for Kyra’s snacks. When she begrudgingly hands them over, you look at her with a huge grin on your face.

“Thank you pa, you’re my hero, saving me from the evil supervillain ready to chew in my ear.” Viv gets a little embarrassed and emotional at you calling her pa, the Dutch name for father you had nicknamed her was something you only called her in private.

“Aww Vivi, did you get a bit embarrassed?” Beth teases her girlfriend gently, tugging lightly at her dark red cheek. It was lucky you’d stopped at a red light, otherwise Viv would’ve probably crashed the car.

All of a sudden, when you’re distracted by Beth and Viv interacting, you hear a couple of loud chews of what sounds like at least 6 sticks of gum. The way you recoil is almost instant, throwing your body into Alessia’s open arms, the woman glaring at Kyra for doing that, AGAIN. Alessia liked cuddling you though so it wasn’t all that bad.

She definitely can’t complain when you fall asleep in less than 5 minutes either, though having to give Kyra a stare down as she tried to tickle your sides definitely wasn’t a highlight of her day.

Within 25 minutes of your departure from the training grounds, Kyra was already complaining about needing to pee, only answering with a shrug and a simple ‘I didn’t need to go then’ when asked why she didn’t go at home.

Viv sighs as she stops at the gas station in the middle of nowhere, Alessia waking you up so that you too could go to the toilet.

“Oh for fucks sake Kyra, you don’t need all that candy. I swear I’m more of an adult than you are.” You told the Australian girl as you came into the gas station, moving towards the bathroom. It looked like you could get every STD possible from simply being in there.

When you exited it was with a grossed out expression, that was until you spotted the slushy machines lined up against the wall. You lit up like a child on christmas morning when you spotted it, quickly filling a cup whilst you commanded her to get you a sprite, the cashier taking a quick peek at you bouncing up and down in anticipation of your drink.

After you paid, you instructed Kyra to pour about half the sprite into the slushy cup, letting her taste it after she’d promised on her mothers life not to make any sound.

“That’s delicious, where did you learn to do that?” She questions you, moving to buy her own slushy and sprite.

“I don’t know, I just did it once and it tasted great. Now you better hurry up because I think Viv is going to kill us if we’re not in the car soon.” With that, Kyra hurries up.

You’re both in the car in record time, all the actual adults in the car’s eyes widening at the half full slushy glasses in your hands.

Only a few minutes later, both you and Kyra are in full on sugar rush mode, singing along with the song on the radio loudly, swaying in your seats as you pretend you’re on the big stage somewhere. They’re all pleasantly surprised when you belt out the riff to Keyshia Cole’s Love, it being legitimately good.

As were Alessia’s instagram followers, the girl posting a video of you singing like you’d just had your heart broken, well that was until you were interrupted by Kyra snacking loudly right next to your ear.

“LOOOOOOVE NEVER KNEW WHAT I WAS MISS- KYRA GET THE FUCK OUT MY EAR.” She does look a little sheepish as she does it this time, pretty clearly not even registering that she was chewing with her mouth open.

Though she doesn’t stay sheepish for long, just like you don’t stay mad for long, because ‘I want it that way’ by the backstreet boys suddenly came on the radio, and that was always you and Kyra’s karaoke song.

It only took you a few more songs for the sugar crash to hit, you and Kyra suddenly going from duetting on songs to snoring loudly in the backseat.

Luckily enough for everyone in the car you managed to stay asleep through the whole ride, only waking up a few times to tell Kyra to ‘get the fuck out my ear’.

Literally everyone is confused when you turn up to the camping site, half asleep and clinging to Kyra tightly, Beth soon taking you from the younger girl so that she could start helping to set up the tents.

“They didn’t cause too much trouble, did they? I know how they can be.” Kim comes up to stand beside Beth, who shakes her head diligently.

“No, they slept most of the ride, they were both drinking some slushy and then had a sugar crash after singing for half an hour.” Beth smiles at you tenderly, the motherly affection clearly something she’d picked up from her own mother.

“Aw well that’s good then.” Kim says quietly, noticing you drooling slightly with your eyes half open, looking like those orange cats you always showed her.

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“Kyra if you don’t get the fuck out my ear I will kill you.” It wasn’t even her fault that she was sniffly, she’d caught something from Harper at camp and when you asked if you could come over for your sleepover, she didn’t hesitate.

She looked at you sadly, like she was heartbroken by your insensitive words. It makes you sad to see her like that, so you quickly bring her into your arms, asking for forgiveness.

“I’m so sorry Ky Ky, how about I make you some soup yk feel better?” She nodded wholeheartedly at your words, sitting on the counter as you made your famous soup.

And even though you had to keep yourself from being angry at her every single second, you wouldn’t trade being at Kyra’s home cooking for her for anything.

#woso #alessia russo #woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #arsenal wfc #kyra cooney cross x reader #kyra cooney cross #vivianne miedema x reader #beth mead x reader #vivianne miedema #beth mead

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luveline · 1 year ago

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hi hello!! I want to say I absolutely adore and love your writing and have for a few years now! I have a steve request (could fit with kbd or not!) (also so self indulgent lol) where reader grew up with a very emotionally distant father and was determined to make her own family so different than the one she grew up with, and sees steve be so kind and loving towards their children and is so happy her kids won’t feel how she does with her own father and thanks him for being wonderful 🫶🏽 sorry so long and personal but i know you would write this so beautifully!!

thank u for requesting! dad!steve x mom!reader, 1.4k

“What do you want to get your sister for her birthday?”

You can barely hear his whispering, let alone Avery’s response. “We want…” she’s lisping and listing, unfamiliar with her own voice even as her vocabulary grows, “to get her… um, a big teddy bear.”

“How big?” Steve whispers back.

You hold Bethie’s face above your shoulder, your arm around her, the other patting the base of her spine. She’s getting heavy, but she’s only little. She can barely speak, only mumble nonsense into your neck as she fights sleep. “Shh, shh,” you shush her gently. “It’s okay, Bethie.”

Across the landing, Avery and Steve lay on their stomachs in her room. There’s a pad of paper between them and crayons spilled rainbow across the carpet. Steve draws without looking up; he’s a brilliant artist even now he doesn’t have time for it. Avery chokes a purple crayon with each of her fingers and draws a huge jagged line under his work. “What’s that?” he asks.

“Lightning. I think we should get her a big teddy, like, big as your hands.”

“That’s not big in terms of teddy bear, honey.”

“Oh.”

“What’s the lightning for?”

“The cloud.”

“You want me to draw some puddles?”

She thinks Steve being able to draw things near immediately is as magical as the television, and the radio. Something seemingly out of nothing. She doesn’t understand how often he’d practise, didn’t see his box of sketchbooks, the hundreds of iterations of your face, your hands, the trees lining the street on the way to your first apartment, her baby wrinkles.

“What else should we get for Beth?”

“Um.” Avery pauses, lifting her face to Steve’s. An odd feeling swells when he immediately looks up from the paper pad to meet her eyes. He smiles at her. She smiles back. “Why are we smiling?” she asks eventually.

“I’m just looking at you. You know you’re beautiful.”

“I don’t know!” she says, immediately flustered.

“Yes, you do. You’re sooo pretty, like mommy.” He reaches over to chuck her chin gently with his knuckle. “That’s why I’m smiling. Looking at you makes me happy.”

“Looking at you makes me happy.”

His chin tucks in gently. “It’s ‘cos we love each other.”

“Yes,” Avery says, like she’d suggested it herself. “That’s what it is.”

You feel Beth fall asleep though you can’t see her. She curls into you all warm and soft, her pyjamas and her hair tickling you, her soft snores damp against your shoulder. You press a kiss to her arm.

Laid to bed for the night, you dot another kiss onto Beth’s smooth forehead and turn out her light, shutting the door carefully so as not to make any noise.

Avery and Steve are still on the floor, though she’s climbed over the pad to hug him. They look funny, both on their tummies, Steve’s long legs out. He’s sort of curling around her, his nose to the side of her neck, his one arm up on an elbow and the other behind her back.

“I love you too,” he’s saying.

“A lot.”

“Yeah, Avery. So much they don’t have a word for it.”

“It’s a big feeling.”

“Love is the biggest feeling.”

She laughs as he starts to tip onto his side. One moment she’s on her belly and the next he’s pulled her onto his chest, totally corkscrewed her and then put her right. “Let’s stay here forever,” he says.

You’re pretty sure your father would’ve had a heart attack rather than confess he liked you. It’s a weird thing to know you’re loved —to be told you’re loved without being told, to expect it because you should— but to feel the absence of it more strongly. Your father never would’ve laid down with you like that. He wouldn’t have kissed you behind the ear, or talked about big feelings without hesitation. He never looked after you like that.

“Your back will hurt.”

“Avery, my back always hurts.”

“Not good. You can go to the hospital.”

“I don’t think I’ll go to hospital, I’ll,” —he feels you watching, and smiles at you as he tips his head to see you— “be okay without that. Maybe I’ll go to the doctor at his office instead.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He rubs her back. “Thanks, honey.”

Later, after you’ve knelt down to draw with them for a while and Avery’s succumbed to the childhood pain of feeling sleepy, you’re sliding clean towels onto a shelf in the linen closet with Steve beside you choosing new sheets for the next two (or four depending on how busy things get) weeks. It’s not work that needs talking, and after a few years together you start to run out of things to say, but you decide you’ll fill it anyway.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“You’re a good dad.”

Steve kisses your cheek, squeezing your arm as he bundles the new linens to his chest and passes back out of the closet. You follow him out.

“Hey, I mean it,” you say.

Steve looks at you in surprise. “Oh, sorry. That’s the miscommunication thing, right? I was supposed to say something, not just kiss you.”

“No, I don’t need you to acknowledge me, Steve.” You laugh softly, “Just need you to know. You’re such a good dad. It means a lot to me that you’re so good because I know they can feel it. The girls.” You clear your throat.

You hadn’t been expecting to get teary. Heat burns behind your eyes unbidden.

Steve’s eyebrows jump. “You’re upset?”

“It’s such a relief to know you’re you.”

And Steve must understand how you feel about it, his parents stunningly absent for the majority of his teen years and even now. You don’t see them much, but when you do you’re greeted with handshakes and strange looks, like this is a blip in both of your lives. Like somehow your children will grow themselves and Steve can be the man they wanted him to be. He knows what it’s like to be alone and not enough. To miss the mark. To physically feel the space between you and the person who should love you most.

He puts the linens on the end of the bed before standing in front of you. Your cheek is warm in his hand when he gives it a brief squeeze, your shoulder less so, your hand similarly cold. He threads your fingers together for a playful yank. “What are you thinking about?” he asks seriously.

“Avery’s never gonna question if you love her.”

He shakes his head. “Nope.”

“You’re very emotionally mature.”

“Wouldn’t say that.”

“Me neither.”

He looks tired tonight, hair falling into his eyes, t-shirt ill-fitting, rumpled at the hem, and his voice slightly scratchy as he murmurs, “Loving you makes me who I am, maybe you should be thanking yourself.” His lips twitch. “I should’ve said that at our wedding.”

“You should’ve, I bet your mom would’ve cried.”

“I doubt it.”

He opens his arms invitingly, and you fall into one another for a quick, tight hug. You’d been expecting a longer embrace with a sweeter touch, but you know why he’s doing it this way: he doesn’t want to cry before bed, and the wound of your absent parents is a weary one. It’s taken too much time and energy from you both already.

“Love you,” he says.

You weasel your head back to take him in, savouring the stretch of his hands behind your shoulders and his genuine smile. “Biggest feeling in the world,” you say.

“Liked that one?” he asks, encouraging your face back into his neck. “You gave me a family,” he adds, quieter, “I don’t really get how there are parents walking around who aren’t obsessed with their kids. I love them so much I can’t breathe sometimes. All i want is to make sure they know that… I was looking at Avery earlier and I couldn’t believe she was mine.”

“Steve.”

“I think she has my two moles on her cheek. That’s crazy.”

“What?”

You and Steve creep into her bedroom to investigate. Sleeping, she’s his carbon copy, and sure enough, on her right cheek just adjacent to her lips, she has two small moles just like him.

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lvnleah · 4 months ago

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viv’s last match.

bit of a long and kinda emotional one! <33

You didn’t wake up happy.

The sunlight peeked in through the window, tickling at your face and making you scrunch up your nose. You tried to hide under the covers, squeezing your eyes shut. But then Beth’s voice drifted in, soft and gentle.

“Roo… time to wake up, baby.”

You didn’t budge. Your bottom lip stuck out in a pout as Beth’s footsteps got closer. Then the edge of the covers lifted, and she peeked in with a soft smile.

“Rory, it’s Mamma’s last match. We’ve got to get you ready, sweetheart.”

You huffed, a little too loudly, and her smile turned soft and understanding. Her hand reached under the covers to ruffle your hair. But you didn’t move, keeping your face hidden.

Today was the last game of the season and also Viv’s last-ever game for Arsenal. Ever since Beth and Viv had broken the news to you that she was leaving you’d been in a complete grump.

You now hated going to training with Beth and Viv because despite you only being five, you were Jonas’ biggest hater alongside Buddy and Monkey.

You’d gone from loving every Arsenal training day to absolutely hating them. Before, you’d spent most days cheering with Buddy or giggling with her as you watched the players run around. But now, everything felt different. Now you sat with a big scowl on your face, arms crossed, and made sure everyone knew you weren’t happy.

Every time Jonas would say hi or wave, you’d just frown harder, turning your back and sticking out your tongue when he wasn’t looking. Buddy and Monkey would laugh at your grumpy face, and even Viv would smile and shake her head, but it didn’t make the bad feeling go away.

You didn’t want her to leave Arsenal.

And most importantly you didn’t want her to leave you.

Beth’s hand rubbed your back gently as you snuggled into your pillow and Twix.

“I know it’s hard, Roo,” she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. “But you don’t want to miss Mamma’s game, do you?”

You shrugged, keeping your face hidden. But even as you did, you knew Beth was right. You wanted to see Viv play, even if it was for the last time in an Arsenal kit.

“C’mon,” Beth coaxed again. “I bet Mamma’s hoping to see her biggest fan out there today.”

After a moment, you peeked out and saw her waiting, her face soft and patient. Beth knew better than to rush you, so she just stayed there, giving you a gentle smile.

You finally let out a big sigh and slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes. You knew it was silly to pout so much, but the thought of Viv leaving still made your chest feel tight. Beth helped you out of bed, and after a few minutes of cuddling, you made your way into the kitchen with her and Twix clutched tightly under your arm.

The kitchen smelt of toast and strawberry jam, Viv was standing at the kitchen island already with Myle sitting at her feet.

“There she is,” Viv smiled as you walked over to her, Twix still in a tight grip in your arms. “Morning, meijne miesje.” she smiled.

“Up please, Mamma.” You mumbled, lifting your arms up to Viv.

Viv chuckled and bent down to scoop you into her arms, settling you comfortably on her hip. The familiar warmth of her embrace made the tightness in your chest ease just a little, but the grumpiness still lingered.

“See, isn’t this much better?” she asked as she kissed your forehead.

You nestled your head against her shoulder, not quite ready to answer. The smell of toast was tempting, but you were still too wrapped up in your own feelings.

“Mamma’s right, Roo,” Beth chimed in, plating a piece of toast and spreading jam on it. “You know Mamma wants to see your smiling face today.”

You pulled back just enough to pout at her. “But I don’t wan’ her to go away. I wan’ her to stay.”

Viv’s expression softened as she looked down at you, her fingers brushing your hair back from your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, Roo. I’ll always be your Mamma, no matter where I play.”

“But I don’t like that you’re leaving Arsenal,” you said, your voice a little louder than intended. “What if I don’t see you anymore?”

“Munchkin,” Beth interrupted gently, “You know we’ll always find time to see Mamma, right? We can visit whenever you want and she’ll be home a lot anyway!”

“But…but Mamma will still be away,” you stumbled over your words as tears began to build up in your eyes. “I don’ like Mamma…being away.”

Viv’s face softened as she held you closer, “I know, Roo. It’s hard to understand, and it’s okay to feel sad about it. But I promise, we’ll find ways to make it work. You’re my baby, aren’t you? I’ll never stay away for too long.”

You sniffled, resting your cheek on her shoulder. “I just wan’ you here all the time.”

Beth came over, rubbing your back gently. “We’re all going to miss Mamma around here,” she said softly. “But she’ll still be with us for all the important things. And hey,” she gave you a little nudge, “You can even cheer for two teams. You’ll be the biggest Arsenal and whatever club Mamma goes to fan around.”

You wrinkled your nose at that idea, and Beth laughed, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Think about it, yeah?”

Viv lifted your chin gently so you were looking at her. “And guess what, Roo? You and I can make a special plan—just for us. How about every time I’m off and I’m home we’ll have just us time? Just Mamma and Roo day.”

Your pout started to fade as you thought about it. “Promise?”

Viv nodded. “Promise. And I’ll even let you pick some of the places.”

Beth, seeing your spirits lifting, handed you the toast with jam. “How about we finish up here and get you into your kit, eh?”

With a little more energy, you took a big bite of the toast, nodding. “Okay.” You glanced up at Viv with a determined look. “I’ll cheer the loudest.”

Viv grinned, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, meijne miesje.”

For the first time that morning, you felt a spark of excitement in your chest.

When you arrived at Meadow Park, it was buzzing with people in Arsenal shirts. You clung to Beth’s hand as you walked in, feeling both excited and sad at the same time.

As you climbed out of the car, you noticed Steph getting out of the car beside you. While Viv grabbed the bags, you took Beth’s hand with Twix tightly in your arms still.

Steph spotted you immediately and came over with a smile on her face, “Hey Roo! You excited for the game?”

You clinged onto Beth’s hand and shrugged, “Roo’s a little grumpy and upset aren’t you, munchkin?” Beth laughed, playfully shaking your hand in hers.

“Aw that’s okay, Roo,” Steph reminded you, crouching day to your height, “But you get to be Mummy’s mascot, remember?”

“Yeah! And I get to walk out with baby Lux!” You reminded Steph.

Lux was the little boy of one of Viv’s and Beth’s, he was only nine months old and you found him funny. You found all babies funny.

Steph chuckled, “That’s right! And I bet you two will be the cutest mascots out there.”

You made your way inside with Beth and Steph, and Viv followed closely behind you. Leah, Lia, Buddy and Monkey were already in the reception area when you, Beth, Viv and Steph walked through the doors.

“Roo!” Buddy smiled, running over the second she saw you, “We match!”

Buddy was right—you both wore matching Arsenal kits, and her grin was infectious. But you still felt the grumpiness hanging on a bit as you glanced over at her and gave her a small nod.

Leah chuckled as she held Buddy’s hand, “You a little sad?”

“Roo’s still a bit grumpy,” Beth explained to Leah with a grin, “but I think seeing her best friend might help, eh Roo?”

Monkey bounced over and ruffled your hair playfully. “Come on, Roo. Don’t tell me you’re too grumpy to cheer for your Mamma!”

You looked up at her, clutching Twix tighter, and gave her a stubborn little frown. “Mamma’s still leaving Arsenal,” you muttered, just loud enough for Viv to hear.

“I know it’s sad, but well, think about it this way, at least she’s not joining a club on the other side of the world, right?” Monkey told you, getting a funny look from you. “She’s stayin’ in the wsl! Just dunno where yet..”

“That’s not helping matters at all, Menace,” Leah told her while giving her a knowing look.

Monkey exhaled a dramatic huff, “Geesh you try an help and you still get it in the neck, honestly, forget I said out– Oh! Kyra! You’ll never guess what…” She didn’t bother finishing her sentence, as she walked off to catch up with her Australian pal.

“And there she goes,” Viv murmured, shaking her head in amusement.

“Monkey’s on one today, huh?” Beth wondered.

Leah shrugged as she shook her head, “I don’t know what she’s on honestly, she’s all over the shop. I thought she’d still be moping like she’s been pretty much all week,” She mentioned gesturing to the rest of the week prior where Monkey had been dwelling over the news of Viv leaving Arsenal.

Leah had also been dealing with Monkey and Buddy being sad and down with the news, she even had to go as far as stopping the hate posters Monkey was prepared to make for Jonas.

“Monkeys’ crackers!” Buddy giggled, repeating familiar words that she had heard.

“That she is,” Beth joked in agreement. “Right you, shall we take you out to Grandad so me and Mamma can go get ready for the match?”

You nodded reluctantly, holding tight to Twix as Beth led you out to find Rich, who was waiting just outside the changing rooms. As soon as you spotted him, you let go of Beth’s hand and ran over, and he scooped you up with a grin.

“Grandad!” You finally smiled, running over to him as fast as you could.

“There’s my little troublemaker!” he smiled, kissing the top of your head. “Ready to cheer on Mamma?”

You wrinkled your nose, “Yeah, but I’m still sad Mamma’s leaving.”

He gave you a nod, “I know, kiddo. But that’s what makes today so special, right? We get to send her off with all our love!”

You gave him a little smile, “How about we find our seats and get ready to make some noise, eh?”

You nodded as Beth smiled at the both of you, she tickled your stomach before kissing your forehead, “Be good for Grandad, yeah? Me and Mamma will see you in the tunnel.”

“Okay, love you, Mummy!” You said as Rich placed you down on the floor.

You found your seats and you sat beside Rich with Twix on your lap, waiting for the match to start. Your seat was right behind the dugout with all of the other players' family and friends. The seat was right beside Buddy and Leah’s family, meaning the two of you could stand on the seats together and cheer away.

Cheers rang around Meadow Park as the team entered the pitch for their warmups. As the players clapped their hands in the air in response to the cheers, Beth and Viv spotted you in the stands and blew you a quick kiss and wave.

You grinned and waved back, the excitement bubbling up and momentarily pushing away the sadness. Beside you, Buddy bounced on her seat, waving both hands in the air as Leah blew her a kiss too.

“They waving at us!” Buddy squealed, turning to face Amanda, “Nana! Mummy’s waving!”

As kickoff grew closer, more people started to fill Meadow Park. Lots of them had signs for Viv and the Netherlands flag, you found it fun to look around and see what they say.

Once warmups were over, you made your way down to the tunnel Viv’s friend, Nathalja, as she carried her little boy Lux down. Beth was near the front, right behind Leah, and instantly smiled as she saw you.

“How’s my little munchkin doing?” She asked, crouching down to you. “You ready?”

You nodded, your fingers anxiously going to your mouth as your other arm her Twix. “Take those fingers out, little miss!” Beth joked, pulling your hand down.

You lowered your hand with a sheepish smile. As the line began to move, you walked out holding Beth’s hand as she held Lux on her hip.

You held onto Beth’s hand tightly as she walked you over to where the teams were lining up. Cheers rang out around Meadow Park as everyone lined up. You looked over and saw Viv at the subbench with Rich standing behind her in the stands.

"C'mon, munchkin!" Beth smiled as the line began to move, "Remember to high-five everyone!"

You anxiously shook your head as you got closer to the referee who were all crouched down, ready and waiting. “Are you going to be shy?” Beth chuckled.

Once you reached the end of the line, Beth let you over to where the team photo was going to be taken. “Wanna be in the team photo, Roo?”

You nodded before following Beth over to where the team were now lining up. She crouched down and stood you in front of her while she positioned Lux to face the front. You made sure that Twix was facing the front too.

After the photos were taken, Beth stood up, “Okay, let’s go over to Mamma.”

You ran straight over to Viv, crashing right into her chest as she scooped you up, “Well done, Roo! Let’s take you to Grandad, yeah?”

You shook your head, “No! I wan’ sit on the bench with you, Mamma.”

“You wanna sit with me?” Viv double-checked, getting a nod in response from you. “That’s fine, mijn meisje.”

Viv took you over to the subbench and sat down with you on her lap. Settling onto Viv’s lap, you clung to her tightly, your arms wrapped around her neck and your cheek pressed against her shoulder.

“Comfortable, Roo?” Viv asked, her voice soft as she adjusted you slightly to make sure you were settled.

You nodded against her shoulder. “Mhm. Can I stay here the whole time, Mamma?”

Viv chuckled, brushing her hand over your back. “I think you’ll have to go back to Grandad after a little while. But for now, we can sit here together, okay?”

As the others joined the bench, you peeked up to see them smiling at you. “Hey, Roo!” Teyah greeted you with a big grin, reaching over to gently tickle your side as she sat down beside Viv. “You’re keeping Mamma company, huh?”

You giggled softly, nodding, though you tighten your grip on Viv.

The match soon started and by the seventeenth minute, Alessia had scored a goal assisted by Emily and another soon followed in the twenty-fourth. You jumped up from Viv’s lap and started to cheer, feeling a bit more happier.

After that, the first half flew by quickly and before you knew it half time was over and the girls were back on the pitch. The first twenty minutes went by quickly, and Arsenal were given a penalty which Kim ended up missing.

In the sixty-first minute, three changes were made and Viv was brought on. You were sad about her leaving you on the bench but it meant that you got to sit with Steph instead. Kyra, Steph and Alessia left the pitch, hugging Viv tightly as Frida, Laia and Viv took their places.

“Hey, Roo!” Steph smiled, lifting you up off of the seat before settling you on her lap. “You enjoying the match?”

You shrugged, snuggling into her as you held Twix close to you, “Mamma leaving…”

Steph sighed, brushing a stray hair away from your face, “I know, it’s sad, isn’t it? But let’s cheer so loud for her, yeah?”

You nodded your head before moving your attention to Viv and Beth on the pitch. Cheers and chants once again rang out around Meadow Park. You watched as Leah kicked the ball to Beth who then passed it perfectly to Viv, giving her the chance to score her last goal. With a swift touch, she sent the ball flying into the net.

You screamed so loud Steph thought your voice might give out. “She scored! Mamma scored!”

Steph laughed as she tried to calm you down. “Alright, alright, settle down, little champ!”

After that, the last thirty minutes flew by and by the end, the girls had won 5-0. Once the final whistle blew, Steph carried you onto the pitch and over to Beth and Viv who we’re currently hugging.

As you were carried across the pitch by Steph, the crowd’s cheers and clapping seemed to fade into the background. You could see Mamma and Beth in the middle of the celebration, surrounded by their teammates. Beth was laughing, her eyes a bit watery, and Steph set you down gently just a few steps from them, you rushed forward, legs carrying you faster than you could have imagined. The moment Viv saw you, a smile grew on her face, and she crouched down, arms open wide. You collided into her, squeezing her tightly as if she might disappear if you let go.

“Did you have fun?” Viv said softly, her voice full of affection as she kissed the top of your head.

Beth lifted you up onto her hip, “You did so well today, munchkin!”

You looked at her with a soft frown still tugging at your lips. “I still don’t want Mamma to leave.”

Beth’s hand moved to your hair, brushing it softly as she nodded, her eyes a little misty. “I know, munchkin. I’m going to miss her too, but we’ll always be able to see her!”

Viv smiled and lifted you into her arms from Beth’s, cradling you against her chest. “Yeah, think about how many fun sleepovers we’ll be able to have and all of the fun stuff you’ll be able to do!” Viv said, trying to lighten your mood.

The team gathered for their final round of hugs and goodbye and Viv held you a little tighter, her eyes scanning the pitch, knowing this was her final moment at Arsenal. You nestled your head against her shoulder, holding Twix tightly against your neck.

“Mamma needs to go get ready for her speech, are you gonna go with Mummy?” Viv told you as your head rested on her shoulder.

Beth held her arms out to you, a soft smile on her face. “Come on, Roo. Let’s go wait for Mamma while she gets ready.”

You reached for her, your small arms wrapping tightly around her neck as Viv passed you over. She pressed a kiss to your temple before walking off with a reassuring smile, though you could see the hint of sadness in her eyes.

Beth guided you towards where the team was starting to form a guard of honour. Vic was already there, waiting for you as Beth placed you down on the ground.

“You play football with me, Vic?” You asked tugging on her hand. “I don’ wanna stand here!”

“How about we play after Mamma’s speech yeah?” Vic said as she picked you up with ease, settling you on her hip. “Look, Sabs and Kaylan are gonna do their speech then it’s Mamma’s turn!”

You frowned slightly but nodded, resting your head against Vic’s shoulder. The crowd was still buzzing with excitement, and you could hear Beth’s voice behind you, laughing softly as she chatted with Steph and Leah.

As the speeches began, you stayed tucked against Vic, her hand lightly rubbing your back. Sab and Kaylan went first before it was Viv’s turn. The crowd erupted in applause as she walked down the guard of honour.

You didn’t really pay attention to any of the speeches, you just rested your head on Vic’s shoulder and fiddled with Twix’s ear. Beth stood a few steps away from Steph, her arms wrapped around Steph as she tried to hold it together. You noticed the way her lips pressed tightly together, and even at your young age, you could tell she was feeling sad.

“Mummy?” you whispered, leaning slightly toward her.

Beth looked over, her expression softening as she met your eyes. “Yeah, Roo?”

“You’re sad?” you said matter-of-factly, your small voice full of concern.

Beth blinked, caught off guard, and then let out a soft laugh as she stepped closer to brush a hand over your hair. “A little bit, munchkin”

The speeches ended and the team began gathering for a photo with all the staff. Vic carried you over to join the group, Beth reached out to take you, settling you into her lap as the staff and players arranged themselves.

“Smile, Roo,” Beth whispered, tickling your stomach, her voice soft and encouraging.

You looked up at her, noticing the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. Reaching up, you gently placed your hand on her cheek. “Don’t be sad, Mummy. I love you.”

Beth’s eyes filled with tears, but she managed a shaky laugh. “I love you too, munchkin. So, so much.”

The photo was taken, and after a few more pictures, you joined Beth and Viv for their lap of thank-yous. Viv carried baby Lux in her arms, while Beth held your hand tightly as you walked around the pitch together. Fans cheered and waved, and you waved back shyly as they called your name, though you stayed close to your mums.

Afterwards, Viv hoisted you onto her shoulders, letting you take in the view from up high. You giggled as she bounced you gently, her hands securely holding your legs. “This is fun, Mamma!”

Viv laughed, her voice full of warmth despite the bittersweetness of the moment. “I’m glad, Roo.”

Eventually, you spotted Buddy and Monkey playing nearby, and you wiggled excitedly. “Can I go play, Mamma?”

Viv nodded, “Just stay where we can see you and if you’re not with us stick with Monkey or one of your Aunties okay?”

You nodded as Viv set you down, “Okay, Mamma!” You chirped, running off with Twix tucked under your arm still.

You darted off towards Buddy and Monkey, your laughing soon ringing out as you joined their little makeshift game with Kyra. Beth and Viv stood off to the side, keeping an eye on you as they chatted with a few of their friends and family.

When it was finally time to leave, you started to grow tired. You waited outside with Rich while Beth and Viv got the bags before heading home.

“Mamma? Up please?” You yawned, holding your arms up, “Don’ wanna walk.”

Viv turned around at the sound of your small voice, she quickly scooped you up into her arms, cradling you against her chest. “Of course, Roo,” she said softly, adjusting her hold to make sure you were comfortable. “You’ve had a big day, haven’t you?”

You snuggled into her, your small body already relaxing in her embrace. “Mhm… I love you, Mamma,” you mumbled sleepily, your voice thick with drowsiness.

Viv smiled, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “I love you too, Roo. So much.”

Beth, who had just finished gathering everything, walked over with a tired but content smile on her face. “You ready to go home, munchkin?” she asked, her voice soft as she looked at you in Viv’s arms.

You nodded slowly, your eyes barely staying open. “Yeah… home…”

Beth reached over and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before looking at Viv. “I think it’s time we get you to bed. You’ve had a long, exciting day.”

Viv nodded in agreement as she carefully adjusted her grip on you. “Let’s get you home, Roo. Time for some rest.”

Beth led the way to the car, Viv following closely behind. As soon as you were settled in your seat, Viv leaned in and buckled you in, her heart aching at how small and fragile you seemed at that moment. “We’ll be home soon, sweetheart, okay?”

You gave a soft nod, clutching Twix to your chest as your eyelids fluttered shut. Beth and Viv exchanged a quiet, loving glance before getting into the car and driving home, the soft hum of the engine lulling you to sleep in the backseat.

It had been a day full of joy, emotion, and change, but as long as you were all together, everything felt just right.

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