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meazalykov · 22 days ago

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everybody moved on, but I stayed there

barcelona femeni x bayern frauen x reader

summary: its hard to adjust when you thought your old life would be your only life

warnings: angst

the call came early in the morning, the kind of call you had always dreaded but never truly believed would come.

your agent’s voice on the other end of the line was steady, professional, but it carried a weight that crushed you the moment they spoke.

“barcelona isn’t offering a renewal,” they said, their tone careful, like they knew the devastation these words would bring.

you sat in your small apartment, the sunlight streaming through the window, mocking you with its warmth. the city outside was alive as always, the sound of bustling streets filling the background, but inside, you felt frozen.

“what do you mean?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“they’re making some tough financial decisions,” your agent explained, trying to soften the blow.

“it’s not about your performance. you’ve been phenomenal, but they’re restructuring. you know how it is... fighting for spots in the best team in the world. unfortunately, they’ve decided to let your contract expire.”

the words hit you like a punch to the gut. you had spent three years at barcelona, pouring your heart and soul into everything. you had thought this was your forever, the club you would retire at, the city you would grow old in.

“so, that’s it?” you said after a long silence.

“i’m just... done here?”

your agent hesitated, then sighed.

“i know this is hard, but listen. you’re one of the best defenders in the world. clubs are already reaching out, and we have options. lyon, chelsea, orlando, bayern munich—they’re all interested. they’re practically throwing themselves at the chance to sign you.”

you didn’t respond. you couldn’t. the idea of leaving barcelona, leaving everything you had built here, felt impossible.

“y/n?” your agent’s voice broke through your haze.

“i know this is tough, but you need to think about your next step. you have a bright future ahead of you. you can be at a club that actually wants to keep you.”

you hung up soon after, unable to stomach the conversation any longer. the rest of the day passed in a blur. you avoided your teammates, knowing the questions and the pitying looks they would give you.

the decision wasn’t even yours to make, but the weight of it pressed down on you like it was. every day at training, you felt it in the pit of your stomach, an ache that wouldn’t go away. you tried to mask it—forcing a smile here and there, going through the motions during drills—but it didn’t take long for your teammates to notice.

you looked down at your training kits and game kits everyday since that phone call, knowing this would be your final weeks wearing the barcelona name.

“are you okay?” alexia asked one afternoon after practice, her voice gentle. she had always been perceptive, her captain’s instincts sharp. you nodded quickly, brushing her off with a vague excuse about being tired.

she didn’t press, but her eyes lingered on you, worried.

by the time the news had fully sunk in, you could hardly meet anyone’s gaze. every touch of the ball, every shared laugh in the locker room, felt like another goodbye you weren’t ready to say.

you hadn’t been yourself on the pitch, your passes lacking their usual precision, your tackles hesitant. when the session ended, everyone filed into the dressing room, chatting and laughing as always, but you stayed silent, your head down as you untied your boots.

keira, sitting next to you, noticed your distant expression. she nudged your shoulder lightly.

“what’s up with you today? you’ve been... off.”

you froze, the question catching you off guard. for a moment, you thought about brushing it off again, but something about the concern in her voice broke the wall you’d been holding up for weeks. your hands trembled as you placed your boots down, and before you could stop it, tears welled up in your eyes.

the room fell silent as everyone noticed. keira leaned closer, her voice soft.

“y/n? what’s wrong?”

you took a shaky breath, your voice breaking as you finally spoke. “i have to leave,” you said, the words feeling like shards of glass in your throat.

“barcelona isn’t renewing my contract.”

gasps echoed around the room, followed by an overwhelming silence. the weight of your confession seemed to crush the air out of the space.

“what do you mean they’re not renewing your contract?” aitana asked, her voice sharp with disbelief.

“i thought you’d be here forever,” vicky added, her brow furrowed.

you shook your head, wiping at your face as the tears kept falling.

“i thought so too. but... they said it’s financial. they can’t offer me a new deal. it’s not up to me.”

“no,” mariona said quietly, standing up and crossing the room to sit beside you. her arm wrapped around your shoulders as she pulled you close.

“this can’t be happening.”

you leaned into her, the comfort of her presence grounding you as sobs shook your body. mariona held you tightly, her own voice breaking as she whispered,

“i understand. i know what it’s like. i’m leaving too, remember? i thought this was my forever club, just like you. sometimes, things don’t work out the way we want them to. you’ll be okay, nina.”

the rest of the team sat in stunned silence, the reality sinking in. salma finally spoke, her voice steady but full of emotion.

“this isn’t fair. you've tried your hardest for this team. we’ve all seen it.”

“it’s not fair,” you agreed, your voice barely audible.

“but it’s happening. and i have to accept it, sal.”

mapi, sitting across from you, shook her head.

“accept it? no, we’re not accepting this. you’re one of us. no matter where you go, you’ll always be one of us.”

their words brought a fresh wave of tears, but this time, they weren’t entirely from sadness. amidst the heartbreak, there was comfort in knowing how much you meant to them.

mariona squeezed your shoulder, her voice warm despite the sadness in her eyes.

“wherever you go, they’re lucky to have you. it’s okay to be upset right now. we’re upset too, you’ll grow to love your new club just as much as you love us.”

you nodded, taking a deep breath as you tried to steady yourself. “i’m going to miss all of you so much,” you said, your voice trembling.

“we’re going to miss you too,” keira said softly, and a murmur of agreement swept through the room.

the rest of the evening passed in a haze of hugs, tears, and promises to stay in touch. mariona stayed by your side the entire time, her presence a constant source of comfort. as someone who was also leaving, she understood your pain in a way no one else could.

when you finally left the locker room that night, the reality of your departure felt a little less heavy. your teammates’ love and support reminded you that even though you were leaving barcelona, you would always carry a part of it with you.

alexia tried to talk to you after everyone left, her voice soft.

“we’ll miss you,” she said, her eyes searching yours for any sign of emotion.

you forced a smile, nodding as your throat tightened. “i’ll miss you too.” but even as you said the words, it didn’t feel real.

packing up your life in barcelona was harder than you expected. every corner of your apartment, every street you walked, every café you passed, was filled with memories. leaving felt like abandoning a part of yourself.

when the offer from bayern munich came, you accepted it with a numb sense of duty. it wasn’t excitement that drove your decision, but necessity. you couldn’t stay in barcelona, and bayern seemed like the best option.

the first few weeks in munich were strange. the city was beautiful, the people were welcoming, but it didn’t feel like home.

your new teammates were kind, going out of their way to include you in team dinners and outings. georgia took you out for coffee, and sydney invited you over for dinner. they made an effort, but no matter how hard they tried, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider.

“how are you settling in?” klara asked one evening after training. the two of you were stretching on the pitch as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the stadium.

you shrugged, avoiding her gaze.

“it’s... fine.”

klara gave you a sympathetic look.

“it’ll feel like home eventually. i know how you feel.. just give it time.”

you nodded, but deep down, you weren’t so sure.

despite your inner turmoil, your performance on the pitch was stellar. you threw yourself into training, determined to prove that you belonged. the bayern fans quickly grew to love you, chanting your name in the stands during every match.

even as you celebrated victories with your new team, a part of you longed for the camaraderie you had at barcelona.

when you heard about barcelona’s successes, you felt a pang of jealousy. not because you wanted them to fail, but because you wished you were still a part of it.

“do you ever talk to them?” georgia asked one day as the two of you sat in the locker room after a match.

“sometimes,” you admitted, scrolling through your phone. your former teammates still messaged you, names like esmee, alexia, and keira lighting up your screen with texts like, “we miss you,” and “come visit soon.” but it wasn’t the same.

months passed, and slowly, you began to find your footing in munich.

when bayern beat real madrid in the champions league quarterfinals, you felt a surge of happiness you hadn’t felt in a long time. the way the team celebrated in the locker room reminded you of the joy you used to feel at barcelona after an el clasico game against the same time you played tonight.

for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe you could be happy here.

then, the semifinal draw happened. bayern munich vs. barcelona.

your stomach twisted when you saw it. the thought of facing your old team felt like a cruel twist of fate.

“are you ready for this?” sydney asked as the team prepared for the first leg in munich.

“i don’t know,” you admitted.

the match was intense. you found yourself marking aitana, the two of you locked in a fierce battle throughout the game. every time she tried to break through, you were there, blocking her path.

by the end of the match, it was 1-1, with goals from alexia and pernille.

“good game,” alexia said afterward as the two of you crossed paths in the tunnel. there was a flicker of something in her eyes—pride, maybe? or nostalgia? you couldn’t tell.

“thanks,” you replied, your voice tight.

the second leg in barcelona felt different. walking into the stadium, you expected to feel a sense of loss, but instead, you felt... content.

this was your old home, but it didn’t define you anymore.

however, your heart thumped in your chest, not from nerves—at least, that’s what you told yourself—but from the weight of what this game meant. the second leg of the champions league semifinal. bayern munich vs. barcelona. your old club vs. your new club.

giulia adjusted her captain’s armband slightly beside you as your hands steady on your mascot’s shoulders.. despite the whirlwind of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. the kid mascot looked up at you with her wide eyes, clutching your hand tightly.

you smiled down at the young girl, offering a small squeeze of reassurance, even though you could have used some yourself.

the players began walking out, the bright lights of the stadium flooding your vision as the roar of the crowd hit you like a tidal wave. it was deafening. thousands of voices chanting, cheering, and shouting in a language that used to feel like your own.

you stepped onto the pitch, the familiar sight of camp nou stretching out before you. the stands were a sea of red and blue.

for a moment, you felt a flicker of encouragement, a warmth in your chest. this was barcelona—this was home.

wait a minute??? it's not. you cringed as reality hit, sharp and unforgiving. the cheers weren’t for you. not anymore. they were for the players in blaugrana, for the badge you no longer wore.

you were bayern now. the crowd that once lifted you, chanted your name, celebrated your every move—they were now cheering against you.

the realization stung more than you wanted to admit. your steps faltered slightly as you made your way to the center of the pitch, your head held high despite the ache in your heart.

yet, amidst the overwhelming roar of the home fans, another sound reached your ears. it was faint at first, but it grew louder the more you focused on it. the bayern munich away fans, tucked into a corner of the massive stadium, were cheering for your team.

their voices didn’t carry the same weight in numbers, but there was something in their tone—raw, passionate, unwavering—that hit you differently.

they went through the lineup and gave the girls name chants. after pernille, they started chanting your name. your name.

the sound of their voices cut through the noise of the home crowd, filling you with a strange sense of belonging. they weren’t just cheering for bayern; they were cheering for you.

you straightened your posture, a quiet resolve settling over you.

the kid beside you tugged at your hand, pulling your attention back. you smiled down at them again, this time with a bit more confidence.

the anthem began playing, and you sang along quietly, your voice steady as the camera panned across the line of players. the stadium was exciting, the tension building as kickoff loomed.

as the anthem ended and the players began to move into position, you took one last glance at the crowd. the cheers for barcelona still rang loud and proud, but the bayern fans’ voices echoed in your ears, grounding you in the moment.

you were here for them now. and for yourself.

the whistle blew, and the game began.

this game was one of the best of your career. you cleared shots from ewa, stopped aitana in her tracks, and made a crucial save against kika nazareth-- a forward you never got to play with.

when you took a corner kick in the 89th minute, you didn’t expect anything to come of it. but the ball curved perfectly, slipping past cata and into the net.

the stadium fell silent for a moment before erupting into german chaos. your jaw dropped as you covered your mouth in disbelief. your teammates swarmed you, their joy infectious.

however, you didn’t celebrate. you couldn’t. out of respect for the club that gave you everything, you simply walked back to your position, your head held high.

after the final whistle blew, bayern advanced to the final with a 3-1 aggregate score. as you walked off the pitch, you avoided looking at your former teammates. you were afraid of what you might see in their eyes—anger, disappointment, betrayal.

later that night, as you lay in bed, your phone buzzed with a message from alexia.

“we are proud of you. good luck in the final :)”

it took you a moment to process her words. maybe they didn’t hate you after all.

as bayern prepared for the champions league final against manchester city, you felt lighter. the weight of barcelona no longer pressed down on you like it used to.

you would always cherish your time there, but you were starting to realize that your future was here, with bayern.

and for the first time, you were okay with that.

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p0orbaby · 5 months ago

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As We Plunge into the Ocean

summary: snapshots of your pregnancy journey with leah by your side

warnings: pregnancy and its potential symptoms, duh !

a/n: thank you for the request !

word count: 1.8k

You have to hand it to Leah, she's really leaned into this whole pregnancy thing. Not that you’re surprised. She’s always been a bit of a control freak. Actually, no, she’s a lot of a control freak. But now, it’s like she’s running drills for motherhood, and you’re the center of her training program.

Month 2: The Overprotective Phase Begins

“You’re glowing,” she tells you one morning. It’s sweet until you deduce she’s actually staring at the sweat on your upper lip. You’re clammy, nauseous, and you smell like day-old toast, but sure, you’re glowing.

Leah’s taken to hovering. She’s always been protective, but now, it’s like you’re made of glass, or maybe like you’re the last good avocado in Waitrose—precious and prone to bruising. She watches you closely, eyes narrowed, as if you might spontaneously combust into a pile of hormones and ash at any moment.

“You’re going to be late for training,” you remind her, trying to shoo her out the door with your tea bag as if you’re some sort of British Gandalf.

She glances at her watch, sighs, and then gives you that look. The one that says, I’m going to worry about you while I’m gone, so don’t do anything stupid like trip over air or suddenly decide to juggle knives.

“Don’t lift anything heavy,” she warns, pulling on her jacket, but making no move toward the door. “Or stand on anything taller than a pancake”

Close enough.

“Okay, Mum,” you say, deadpan. You’re both amused and slightly exasperated because Leah’s version of protective involves a lot of hovering and unnecessary life advice.

She kisses you on the forehead before leaving, like she’s blessing you for the day ahead. Or maybe she thinks you’ll forget how to breathe without her around. Either way, it’s oddly comforting.

When she finally leaves, you flop on the sofa, determined to enjoy the fleeting freedom before she comes home and starts fluffing your pillows like you’re an elderly Victorian woman with consumption.

Month 4: The Hormone-Palooza

Leah walks in from training one afternoon to find you sitting on the kitchen floor, crying over an empty jar of pickled onions. To be fair, they were really good onions. You’d eaten the last one two hours ago, and now the world feels like a cruel, onion-less void.

“What happened?” Leah asks, dropping her kit bag and rushing over like there’s been a national emergency.

“The pickled onions,” you sob, pointing dramatically at the empty jar as if it’s committed some unspeakable crime.

She stares at the jar, then at you, and you can see the mental maths she’s doing to figure out if this is worth her calling 999. But then she just nods, like she’s made peace with your hormonal breakdowns.

“I’ll get more tomorrow,” she says, like she’s promising to fetch water from a well three villages over.

You look up at her, eyes wide and wet. “Really?”

She nods. “Really. And I’ll get the sliced red ones this time”

You sniff, feeling vaguely stupid but mostly just grateful. “You’re the best”

“I know,” she says, deadpan, and helps you off the floor like you’re a drunk at a party who just tried to wrestle your reflection in the mirror.

But Leah doesn’t make fun of you for your hormone-fueled tears. She’s too busy making sure you’re okay, which is annoying and endearing in equal measure.

Month 6: The Nesting Madness

You wake up one morning to the sound of power tools. In your half-asleep state, you briefly consider the possibility that Leah’s decided to open a B&Q in your living room.

When you manage to roll out of bed, because rolling is now the only way you can get up, you find Leah assembling a cot in the nursery. She’s wearing a headlamp like she’s about to go spelunking. Her tongue is sticking out in concentration, and there’s a distinct air of “I watched this on YouTube once, so I’m basically an expert” about her.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” you ask, leaning against the doorway, trying not to laugh.

She pauses, mid-screw, and gives you a look. “I’m following the instructions,” she says defensively, even though the manual is open to a page that looks more like IKEA hieroglyphics than anything else.

You decide not to mention that the cot is currently upside down. Instead, you settle in to watch Leah’s one-woman DIY show. It’s honestly better than whatever’s on terrestrial right now.

After a good twenty minutes, she steps back, admiring her work. You both stare at the crib, which is somehow missing two legs but is otherwise a valiant effort.

“It’s... something,” you say diplomatically.

Leah sighs, rubbing her temples. “I’ll call my dad”

You nod. “Good idea. He’s got that handyman vibe”

She gives you a mock glare. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t help”

“I’m in charge of moral support,” you reply, patting your stomach. “And the baby’s supervising”

“Lazy,” she mutters, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips.

Month 8: The Belly and the Beast

By this point, your belly is so big that it has its own gravitational pull. Leah has taken to treating it like it’s a small planet she needs to orbit. You’re the sun, and she’s some overzealous moon that won’t give you any space.

“Do you need anything?” she asks for the fiftieth time that day, hovering like a helicopter parent who’s misplaced their child in a crowd.

“No,” you reply, staring at the TV, which you can barely see over your stomach.

“How about water? I could get you water. Or juice. Or something with electrolytes. Do you want electrolytes?” Leah’s pacing now, clearly itching to do something.

You eye her, bemused. “I’m fine, Leah”

“Are you sure? I could fluff your pillow, or I could—”

“Leah,” you interrupt, trying to keep a straight face, “the baby and I are okay. You don’t need to, like, feng shui the living room or whatever”

She stops pacing, looking slightly sheepish. “I’m just... I don’t know what to do with myself”

You reach out and grab her hand, pulling her to sit next to you. “You’re doing great,” you tell her, squeezing her hand. “Now, just relax. Let’s watch something. Maybe something without pregnant women, though. I can’t deal with seeing anyone else going through this”

Leah laughs, finally settling in next to you. “Deal”

Five minutes into the show, she’s already got a hand on your belly, her protective instincts kicking in even during a Netflix binge. You roll your eyes fondly but let her be. At least she’s not trying to rearrange the furniture again.

Month 9: The Home Stretch (Or, The Last Nerve)

Leah is a bundle of nerves, more wound up than a cat near a cucumber. It’s almost cute, except when she insists on triple-checking the hospital bag, which she’s already checked twice in the last hour.

“Leah, seriously, if you add one more onesie to that bag, it’s going to explode”

“I just want to make sure we have everything,” she mutters, rummaging through the bag as if it’s one of those cursed Hermione purses from Harry Potter.

“We have everything. And then some,” you assure her, eyeing the ludicrous pile of baby supplies that could probably last through an apocalypse.

She finally zips up the bag and sits down next to you. For a moment, there’s silence, and you think maybe, just maybe, she’s finally going to relax. But no. She starts tapping her foot, glancing at you every few seconds.

“Do you think—”

“No,” you cut her off, knowing exactly where this is going.

“But—”

“Leah,” you say firmly, “I love you, but if you ask me if I think the baby’s coming today one more time, I might actually lose it”

She opens her mouth, then closes it, looking like she’s physically restraining herself from speaking.

“I’m sorry,” she finally says, sighing. “I’m just... I’m excited and nervous and I feel like I’m waiting for a bomb to go off, but the bomb is cute and we’re going to love it and—”

“Leah,” you interrupt again, “you’re doing amazing. But you need to chill, or the baby’s going to think it’s coming out to meet a drill sergeant”

She cracks a smile at that. “Okay, okay, I’ll try to relax”

She doesn’t. But she does stop asking you if you’re in labor every fifteen minutes, so you’ll take that as a win.

The Grand Finale: The Delivery Room Circus

The day finally arrives. Naturally, it’s at three in the morning because why would your body ever do anything convenient? You wake Leah up by shaking her arm like you’re waking a teenager for school.

“Leah,” you say, trying to stay calm even though your insides feel like they’re being twisted into balloon animals. “It’s time”

She’s up in an instant, wide awake like she’s just heard the starting whistle at the World Cup final. She starts pacing, half-dressed, muttering about the hospital bag.

“We need to go, we need to—oh my god, where are the keys? Do we have the car seat? Should we call an ambulance? No, wait, we’re not calling an ambulance, that’s for emergencies, this is an emergency, but not that kind of emergency—”

You grab her shoulders, trying to steady her. “Leah, breathe. We’ve got time. But we do need to go”

She takes a deep breath, nodding like she’s trying to calm down a very excitable puppy. Then she’s off, running around the house like it’s an obstacle course, grabbing everything and nothing at once. You watch her in bemusement, one hand on your belly, wondering if you should tell her that she’s just thrown her shoe into the fridge.

When she finally gets it together, the drive to the hospital is an adventure in itself. Leah’s driving like she’s on her way to rob a bank, weaving through traffic and swearing under her breath at every red light.

“Leah, the baby’s not going to fall out if we don’t get there in ten minutes,” you say, trying to keep a straight face as she mutters something about the stupidly long red lights.

Finally, you make it to the hospital, where Leah practically drags you to the entrance like a deflated balloon on a string. Once inside, she’s all business, directing the nurses like she’s running a tactical operation.

The actual labour is a blur—hours of pain, and sweat, and Leah alternating between holding your hand and looking like she might faint. But she doesn’t faint. She stays with you the whole time, even when you scream at her that she’s never allowed to touch you again.

When the baby finally arrives, Leah’s expression is one of awe, relief, and sheer, overwhelming love. You’re both exhausted, but when you see her holding your baby, all of her earlier madness makes sense.

She was never just overprotective or anxious. She was just ready—ready to love, ready to care, and maybe, just maybe, ready to stop checking that bloody hospital bag.

Maybe.

Probably not.

But you love her anyway.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #awfc #awfc x reader #engwnt #engwnt x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso community

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chxrrysangel · 6 months ago

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Thinking really hard about Mr. Logan Howlett this week. Haven’t even watched Deadpool & Wolverine yet but the Hugh Jackman renaissance is making me FERAL.

ANYWAYS

Logan has always been a hands on kind of guy. Always the “better to do it yourself than trust someone else” you know? So when your dear next neighbor has some car issues, he refuses to call up the local mechanic.

It’s summer, 90+ degrees outside and humid like a motherfucker. On what’s typically a quiet morning during days like this, too hot for even the local kids to venture outside, you hear some clinking and what sounds oddly enough like a drill. Peeking through the curtains, your eyes scan the mostly empty street to see Logan bent over the hood of his car.

And he’s shirtless.

Even from this distance, you can see his flushed skin glisten with sweat as he works. You fall into a daze, how could you not? It would take being blind to not notice how hot your neighbor was, and your brain never failed to forget it. His jeans hung somewhat low on his hips, hugging his strong thighs in a way that made anyone salivate with need. His back muscles were a sight to behold, straining and shifting as he worked.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, turning around to lean against the bumper. You panicked, ducking your head out of his sight. You angled yourself in a way that would hopefully obscure your compromising position, decreasing your chances of a potential complaint. From this new position, you found it even harder to move away from the window. He was perfect chiseled and toned, almost as if he was crafted by the gods themselves.

“Fucking hell,” you whispered.

The longer you stared was the more flushed you felt, unable to pull away as he moved to work under the car. The two of you hadn’t spoken more than a minute at a time, but his charming demeanor quickly enticed you. Just then, you got an idea.

Scrambling to the kitchen and almost slipping on the hardwood, you gathered your ingredients. By the looks of it, he’d be outside for quite a while. What kind of neighbor would you be if you didn’t offer him a drink?

A little bit later, you stood in front of the mirror trying to work up some courage. Giving yourself a little pep talk and a little minute shot of liquid courage, you ventured outside with a tray and the brightest smile you could muster. Upon hearing your footsteps and the soft clinks of ice, he turned around before you had the chance to call out.

And he smiled, canines on full display and cheekbones puffy with glee.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Your cheeks heat up at his compliment, feeling bashful.

“Stop, you’re too kind.”

“Never that,” he retorted with a wink. He points to the strawberry printed tray in your arms.

“Some of that for me?”

“As a matter of fact, it is. Thought you could use a drink.” He gushed, taking the tall glass cup gratefully. You set down the pitcher and tray on his tool kit, planning to come back for it later.

“Well uh…call me if you need anything else yeah?”

He didn’t respond at first, choosing that moment to make your escape before you ran your mouth.

“Wait.” You paused mid-step, turning back to face him.

“I could use some company…if you don’t mind that is.”

“No, no. I’d like that,” you responded, stumbling over your words.

“Yeah?,” he said with a boyish surprise in his tone. You assured him with a nod and smile.

“Lemme get you a seat then. Be right back.” You watched as he wiped the grease off his hands, jogging past you to get a chair from inside. Even covered in sweat and grime, he was hottest man you’ve ever seen.

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #hugh jackman #need him biblically #wolverine #wolverine x reader

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jaylaxies · 1 year ago

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KINKTOBER DAY 23 — JEALOUSY SEX

PAIRING: dom!jake x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, jealous jake, crying, mentions of fight (jake punches a guy), possessiveness, usage of nicknames, breeding.

WC: 1.1k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! here we have jealous jake as requested by @ikeuverse! i hope you like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33

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“Fuck—Oh my god, Jake no!”

It happened comically fast how one second you were talking to a guy and the other second, he was being ripped off of you by Jake and thrown right on the ground.

A punch was delivered straight to his jaw and you could swear you heard the nastiest sound of a crack from the intensity of the blow, which had you running and pulling your boyfriend back with a racing heart, stopping him from punching the guy any further.

To be fair, Jake did not expect you to not be home when he came back a day earlier from his business trip. It was supposed to be a surprise, and so he headed to the party after asking your friend about your whereabouts. Seeing you talking to a guy with that big of a smile was enough for him to be pissed, maybe the plan of espionage wasn’t the best of his choice, but then the guy went ahead and touched your arm—which would be his last straw.

It was harmless, not that Jake knew it, but the guy was your old tutor, nothing more or less.

The scene was messy, the fight embarrassing and you had a feeling that your tutor won’t talk to you again anytime soon, or ever for that matter.

You drove him back in silence, but it was louder till the point you could hear your ears ringing. He pushed his tongue inside his cheek, not regretting a single thing but you could very well feel him fuming with anger still.

How dare anyone touch you when you belonged to him and him only?

Thankfully the drive was short, and so was his patience as he followed you inside your apartment, hot on your tail. You didn’t dare look his way, unsure of how to react, so you rushed to get a medical kit from your room, only to find him sitting on your bed knuckles bleeding and his stare drilling holes in your face.

Wordlessly, you settled down and grabbed his wounded hand, eyes not meeting his still as you disinfected his knuckles, yet he didn’t flinch with the sting.

He’s had enough of silence.

With the same hand, he grabbed your chin and made you look up, right in his eyes, not a trace of humour present in them, only seriousness.

“What?” You whispered, breathlessly as you did so, mentally scolding yourself for sounding that way.

“I go out for a few days and you let other guys touch you?” He clicked his tongue, voice condescending, expressing his disapproval well.

It didn’t help how a shiver went down your spine at his deep tone. He was borderline scolding slash accusing you, and here you couldn’t focus on anything but how hot he looked when he was mad.

Maybe you did need help.

“That’s not it—he’s just my tutor, Jake! You can’t punch people like that,” you managed to say, frustration on your face.

He only chuckled darkly, “do you have any idea how close he was to you?”

You gulped. Maybe he was invading your personal space now that you think of it, but you didn’t have any guts to admit it to Jake.

He saw your expression and rolled his eyes, “you belong to me, is that understood?” He asked, jaw clenched and his hold on your chin tightening.

You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together and you tried to nod despite his hold.

“I need words, baby. You can use them, right? Or will I have to teach you that too?” His tone got deeper, accent heavy as he spoke against your lips.

“Yes,” you mumble and Jake rewards you by wrapping his slender fingers around your throat in a swift go, pulling your lips to his as you kiss him back eagerly despite his anger seeping through the kiss.

You gasp when he bites your bottom lip, “mine,” he groans, his tongue gliding over your own in a way that’s not soft, but hungry.

Sadly, he pulled away too fast, smirking when you whined at the loss of his touch, but it was a given how he wouldn’t let you get what you wanted so easily.

“Strip,” he ordered with no room left for argument.

Jake had always been kind—the perfect boyfriend you could have wished for but never had you seen him being so serious while being intimate, the warmth flooding in between your legs was a clear indication that you loved it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, princess,” he whispered, watching you with his legs spread as he sat back, right when you got up with hesitance.

You knew it wasn’t the best time to tease him, but that only made you wonder just how far Jake would go in terms of punishment.

So you started off by putting on a show for him, unzipping your dress at a deliberately slow pace which made the nerve of his neck pop out, despite loving the show.

Right now, he wanted to mark you up.

It didn’t take him a second before he was standing in front of you, practically tearing your dress into two, picking you up and throwing you on the bed before your mind could comprehend anything else.

You’re glad you didn’t like that dress too much.

“Fuck—Jake!” You moan as he kisses you all over your neck, spitting on his fingers before shoving them inside your walls. It was easy given how wet you were, his thumb massaging your clit alongside as you threw your head back against the mattress.

“This cunt belongs to me, right?” He asked, eyes meeting yours as he lightly slapped your clit a few times to pull you out of daze.

“Y—yes, all yours,” you brokenly mumble, too busy chasing your pleasure with his fingers, walls clenching around him.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you could hear him shuffling out of his clothes before his red, leaking tip was lined against your wetness, your whines getting louder at the friction.

“I’ll kill anyone who touches you,” he whispered right against your ear, and your toes curled when you felt his tip prodding at your entrance.

Who knew your boyfriend would get that possessive, it was new but you didn’t hate it.

“Do you think you deserve this, hm?” He asked, slapping his cock on your cunt a few times as you cried out, nodding which only made him smirk, “good girl. Always know who you belong to,” he whispered.

You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and he pushed his dick in, till he was balls deep inside you, knowing that you’d take everything he gave you that night.

“I’ll make sure you never forget,” he says before thrusting in hard.

It was a promise.

And you were ready to get reprimanded for your mistakes the whole night.

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𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓎 Our Girl: Growing Up | 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝓎 𝑀𝑒

summary: for the moment that leah met monkey, she knew she was special and she would hold a fond place in her heart.

“Alright, let’s pick up the pace! Keep those passes sharp – don’t let them break down in the middle!” The Arsenal training ground buzzed with energy as your coach’s voice rang out across the astroturf pitch, “Move, move, move! Let’s see some energy out there!”

You were at the back of the group, hoping to stay invisible as you dribbled the ball in quick, precise touches. The other kids were chattering, their parents clapping and cheering them from the sidelines, but you didn’t look up.

You didn’t have anyone in the crowd.

You shuffled closer to the back of the group, your bright yellow Arsenal kit feeling a size too big. You adjusted the football under your arm, hoping to blend into the sea of other players.

“Nice control, keep it up!” Your coach shouted, clapping his hands as he moved through the drills, “That’s great. Don’t be afraid to take a risk!” He continued to encourage, his eyes landing on you, “And you! Don’t hang back, get stuck in! Show me what you’ve got!”

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding before you stepped into the drill. With practised ease, you weaved through the cones, the ball glued to your feet.

The hushed whispers of your teammates faded, and for a brief moment, it was just you and the ball.

You knew that today a few of the Arsenal woman senior players would be attending the training session, meeting the next generation of talent.

One of them in particular, eighteen-year-old Leah Williamson stood on the sidelines, watching closely. She was here to help with the session, but her attention kept drifting towards you, the smallest player on the pitch.

There was something special about the way you moved, your touch on the ball, your focus and your determination.

It all reminded her of a certain midfielder.

“Who’s that?” Leah asked, nodding her head toward you as she stepped closer to the coach.

“That one?” Your coach replied, glancing your way, “She’s only nine, but she’s got something special about her. Fast, clever, and fearless on the ball. She’s a natural talent.”

Leah’s gaze softened as she watched you, “She reminds me of Jord,” She murmured, her voice full of warmth, “She’s incredible.”

“She is,” Your coach agreed, “But she’s quiet. Keeps to herself.”

“Why’s that?” Leah frowned.

“It’s… a tough situation at home. She’s been living with her grandma for years. Her dad’s out of the picture, thankfully. But her grandma has been getting poorly recently,” Your coach’s voice faltered slightly, “She’s the one making sure the kid gets to training, paying for everything. But she’s… struggling.”

Leah’s heart clenched, “She’s got no one else?”

“Not that I know of. Grandma’s done everything for her. Don’t know what’ll happen if…” His voice trailed off, the weight of his unspoken words hanging in the air.

As the session wrapped up, Leah watched you linger near the goal, clutching the ball like it was your lifeline. You stood alone, unsure of what to do next, looking small and lost.

Leah approached cautiously, crouching down to meet your eye level, “Hi, I’m Leah,” She introduced herself, her voice gentle, “What’s your name?”

You hesitated, fingers tightening around the ball, and then whispered your name so quietly that Leah had to lean in to hear it.

“Wow,” Leah said softly, smiling warmly, “That’s a great name.”

“I don’t like it…” You mumbled, looking at the ground, “It makes me sound like I’m a boy.”

“I think it suits you, and you know, I swear there’s a superhero with that name…” Leah retorted, trying to get a smile from you, “I was watching you out there on the pitch. You’ve got some serious skills for such a little kid. You remind me of a certain well-known midfielder at Arsenal. You know her?”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up in amazement.

“Yeah,” Leah nodded in agreement, beaming a wide smile, “How long have you been playing?”

“Since I was little,” You answered, your voice more confident now.

“You’re incredibly talented, kid,” Leah said, her tone filled with admiration, “Do you have anyone picking you up?”

You shook your head, not looking up, “I’m taking the bus.”

Your grandma would usually bring you to your training sessions, but she’s been starting to get poorly so it’s been more difficult. She gave you enough money for a bus ticket to get home from training. You’re a smart girl though and she had taught you so you knew the exact route to take, and where to get off.

Leah felt a pang in her chest, but she kept her voice light, “Well it’s getting pretty cold. How about I give you a lift home instead?”

“O… Okay then,” You agreed, somewhat hesitant to agree, but Leah seemed kind enough.

Leah smiled, grabbing her car keys in one hand and guiding you with her other, “Come on then, kid. My cars’ just parked outside,” She motioned in the direction where her car was parked in the car park.

“Do you have good music?” You question curiously.

Leah chuckled in amusement, “I think I do,” She unlocked the car door, slipping into the driver’s side of her car, “Where too?”

You gave her an address, and she popped it in her sat nav. Leah felt like there was something familiar about the address when she heard the street name.

“You can choose the music if you’d like?” Leah offered you her phone, you took it cautiously and scrolled through until you found a song that felt familiar to to you.

Hearing the familiar beat of the music start to play, Leah looked at you in surprise, “You like this song?” She asked.

A small smile tugged at your lips, “It’s one of my grandma’s favourites. She likes to sing it all the time.”

Leah’s smile softened, “You want to know a secret? It’s my go-to karaoke song.”

“Really?” You gasped in shock.

“Mhm,” Leah agreed.

“It’s a bit old for you, isn’t it?” You couldn’t help but cheekily ask.

Leah shot you a playful look, “You little– You cheeky monkey,”

You giggle in amusement as Leah shoots you a look of faux upset, “I can’t believe you just called me old. I’m not old.” She said.

The drive back to your grandma’s house felt comfortable, there was no uneasy tension like you thought there would be, and it felt normal to be in the car with her.

“I heard your grandma’s been a bit poorly recently,” Leah brought up the topic.

“Yeah, she’s not… I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but she’s not gettin’ better. I don’t… I don’t know why,” You admit, worriedly. Your grandma is the only family you have ever really known, and you don’t like the idea of her being ill.

Leah’s brow furrowed in sympathy, “I’m sorry to hear that, Monkey. That must… That must really be difficult,” She mumbled.

“All I’ve ever known is my grandma,” You break the silence in the car, fumbling with your hands as you glance down, “I’m… I’m scared if anything happens to her.”

“I know you must feel really scared about that right now, and it’s normal to have all these big emotions, but I’m sure that your grandma is going to get no better in no time!” Leah reassured you, giving you a soft smile as she turned the corner and pulled into the familiar street, “I thought I recognised this street. Do you know, my grandma lives over in the house, right over there!” She pointed in the direction of the house on the corner.

“Cool,” You replied, unbuckling your seatbelt, “I’d better go inside or my grandma will be worried.”

“Of course,” Leah nodded in agreement, “If you want, to save you from getting the bus, I can come and pick you up from training if you want. It’s not safe for someone your age to be getting the bus on your own at night.”

You were hesitant to agree, but the thought of getting on the bus in the dark was a bit frightening, “Thanks, Leah.”

“It’s no problem, Monkey,” Leah answered without missing a beat.

You tilted your head in confusion, “Monkey?”

“You’re a cheeky little Monkey,” Leah explained, “I think it’s fitting to call you that,”

“I… I like it,” You agreed.

Leah smiled, ruffling your hair, “Bye, Monkey. I’ll see you soon!”

Time passed and Leah kept her promise, faithfully picking you up after your training sessions and dropping you home. When she wasn’t tied up with her own commitments, she stayed to watch you play.

Gradually, she became a steady presence in your life, one that could always count on.

The next time she came to watch, Leah wasn’t alone. She had brought someone along– someone who made your heart race with excitement.

“Leah! Leah!” You squealed, darting toward her and throwing your tiny arms around her legs in excitement, “You’re here– Guess what!”

Leah gasped dramatically, crouching down to your level with a playful grin, “What? Tell me!”

“I nutmegged someone and then… and then I scored!” You exclaimed, practically bouncing with pride.

“I saw it the whole thing. You were amazing out there,” Leah chuckled fondly, her gaze soft as she noticed the beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. Gently brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your eyes, she smiled, “I hope you don’t mind that I brought someone along with me this time.”

Your eyes widened as you caught sight of the familiar face beside her, “You’re… You’re Jordan Nobbs!” You blurted out, excitedly and nearly bounced on the spot.

Jordan chuckled softly, her warmth instantly putting you at ease, “I am! Leah’s been telling me all about you, so I thought I would come and see it with my own eyes.

You couldn’t hide your excitement, “Really? You think so?”

“You’re incredible, little one,” Jordan said with an encouraging smile.

Your cheeks flushed with pride, and before you could say more, Leah leaned in with a teasing grin, “I think someone’s a fan, huh?”

“Leah! Stop!” You groaned, mortified, “You can’t embarrass me in front of Jordan– she’s so cool!”

Leah’s laughter echoed as she ruffled your hair affectionately, “Alright, alright. I won’t say anything more,” She joked, “Shall we get you home? You can tell your Grandma all about your training.”

“I’m gonna tell her everything!” You exclaimed, brimming with excitement.

“Sounds like a plan, little one,” Jordan chuckled.

“Got everything you need?” Leah asked, glancing at your bag.

“Yup!” You replied, suddenly breaking into a mischievous grin, “Race you to the car– Last one there’s a rotten egg!”

“She’s something, isn’t she?” Jordan said with a chuckle, shaking her head as she picked up the pace to keep up with you.

“Oh, absolutely,” Leah agreed, jogging alongside her, though both made a deliberate effort to let you win.

“I won! I won!” You cheered, bouncing on the balls of your feet by the car.

Jordan bent over, pretending to catch her breath, “Man, you’re so fast! How am I supposed to keep up with a champ like you?”

You beamed with pride, “Told you I’d win!”

Leah opened the car door with a grin, “Alright, little champion, hop in and buckle up. Let’s get you home.”

“Aye-Aye, Captain,” You giggled, climbing into the car, still riding the high of the victory, ready to recount every detail of your day to your grandma.

In the weeks and months that followed, Leah became a regular fixture in your life, always showing up to watch you train before driving you back to your grandma’s house. You would chatter endlessly about football, your favourite players, and anything else that crossed your mind, filling the car with your excitement.

One evening, after an especially gruelling match, exhaustion got the better of you. By the time Leah pulled out of the academy car park, your small head had lolled against the passenger window.

“What music do you want to listen to then tonight, Monkey?” Leah asked, buckling up her seatbelt, expecting you to start yapping to her about anything and everything, “Monkey?”

It was only when Leah turned her head had she realised you were asleep, your soft snores filling the quiet car.

“Oh, bless… You must’ve been shattered, Monkey,” Leah murmured to herself, glancing over at you with a fond smile as she started the ignition on her car to begin the drive to your grandma’s house.

By the time Leah parked her car outside the house, you were still fast asleep. Turning the ignition off, she was initially unsure whether to wake you up. After a moment of thought, she decided against it. Instead, she carefully unbuckled your seatbelt and scooped you up into her arms, mindful not to jostle you awake.

Balancing your weight easily, Leah nudged the car door shut with her hip and locked it with her free hand before heading up the pathway to your grandma’s door.

After a few knocks, the door opened to reveal an elderly woman with a kind smile.

“Hi there dear,” The woman greeted warmly, “You must be Leah?”

Leah blinked, surprised, “You know who I am?”

“Oh, of course, dear!” Your grandma chuckled, nodding in agreement, “My granddaughter talks about you all of the time. I was wondering when I’d finally get to meet you.”

Leah laughed, softly adjusting her hold on you, “I see, I coach, well… I look out for her at the academy. She fell asleep on the drive, and I didn’t want to wake her up. I thought I’d carry her to the door.”

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you, Leah,” The woman said grateful, peering at you sleeping peacefully in Leah’s arms, “I’m Jean, by the way. Would you like to come in? I’ll pop the kettle on.”

Leah hesitated, but the invitation was so genuine that she found herself nodding, “Sure, that’d be lovely, thank you.”

“You can lay her down on the sofa if you’d like,” Jean suggested as she led Leah inside, “She’s a heavy sleeper, always has been.”

Leah carried you carefully into the cosy living room and gently placed you on the sofa. Spottiing a blanket draped over the armrest, she tucked it around your small frame with a soft smile, “Sweet dreams, Monkey,” She whispered.

“Do you take sugar, Leah?” Jean called from the kitchen, bustling about as she put the kettle on and set out two mugs.

“Uh, yeah, two please,” Leah replied, stepping into the kitchen to offer her help.

“Take a seat, dear,” Jean insisted, motioning toward the oak table, “I’ve got this.”

Reluctantly, Leah sat down, her hands wrapping around the warm mug Jean handed her moments later.

“Help yourself to a biscuit,” Jean encouraged, pushing a tin toward her guest, “I know you footballers have to follow a somewhat strict diet, but one or two won’t hurt.”

Leah grinned sheepishly, taking a couple of biscuits and dunking one into her tea, “Thank you. You know, your granddaughter has some special talent. I was mesmerised from the first day that I saw her.”

Jean beamed with pride, her eyes twinkling, “That’s my girl. She’s loved football ever since she could walk. Wait– let me show you something,” She shuffled over to a cabinet and pulled out a photo album, “Here it is– my little footballer.”

Leah’s face lit up as she studied the photo of you in a tiny Arsenal kit, a football clutched in her hands, “A childhood Gooner, eh?” She teased, her grin widening.

“Oh, always,” Jean chuckled, “It used to be me and her granddad that would take her to the matches until he passed away. I’ve spent every penny I have on kits, boots, anything she needed. She deserved it. I’m so proud of her.”

“She’s incredible,” Leah agreed, flipping through a few more photos.

“After her granddad passed, I would still try and take her to as many matches as I could,” Jean said wistfully, “It’s harder now, with my age and all, but it warms my heart to see her so happy. That girl loves her football more than anything.”

Leah nodded, her admiration for you and your family growing with every word, “ She’s lucky to have you, Jean. I’m going to do my best to look out for her at the academy.”

“That means the world to me, Leah. Thank you,” Jean told her, honestly, “I love my granddaughter, and her happiness is what matters the most to me now.”

“Leah! When we get back to me grandma's will you build that Lego set with me?” You are practically vibrating with excitement as you tug impatiently on her hand to walk in the direction to her car after you had finished your training session that evening, “You promised we could last time!”

“I did, didn’t I?” Leah chuckled, knowingly, “You bet I will, but… only if you make sure you’ve done all your homework first,” She added, knowing you would duck out of the opportunity to do your homework given the chance.

“Urgh, but it’s so boring doing it,” You grumble in the complaint, not so keen to do it at all, “My grandma said she would help me with it, but she’s been too poorly to do it, but the lady who comes to help grandma helps sometimes.”

It made Leah concerned to hear about your grandma not doing so well again, “Oh no. That’s not good," She said, unlocking her car, "Is she okay?”

"I don't know," You shrugged your shoulders, rushing to get inside the car and buckle your seatbelt, "She thinks that she doesn't know she's getting more poorly. But I know, cos' I'm almost ten and I'm smart, and I know things... I'm scared, Le." You admit, quietly.

Leah frowned in concern, squeezing your knee gently, "I know you're scared, Monkey. Remember we talked about all those big feelings? It's normal to feel scared, and I'm sure that the doctors are going to do everything they can to help you, alright? It's going to be okay, Monkey. I've got you."

You nodded, silent for a brief few minutes, "So, can we build that Lego set? Pretty please, I really wanna build it, and you promised. You pinky promised-- You know you can't go back on a pinky promise either!"

"I can't break a pinky promise, can I?" Leah chuckled, watching you with fondness as you bounced about in the passenger seat, "That depends if it's tricky though. I mean, I'm not sure I can handle all those tiny pieces, especially since I'm so old like you're always telling me!" She reached over and started to tickle your ribs.

"Nooo, Le... Leah, stop. I don't... I don't like being tickled!" You protested, squirming away with a giggle.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," Leah held her hands up in surrender, laughing softly at your indignation.

"Thank you!" You said with an exaggerataed huff, but your bright grin betrayed your delight.

As Leah's car pulled up outside of your grandma's home, you eagerly leapt out of it and wasted no time racing into the house, "Grandma, I'm home! Grandma!" You voice shouting throughout, "Grandma?"

As time went on through the past year, you noticed your grandma becoming more poorly. She had tried to pretend that everything was fine for you, but you were smart enough to realise that there was something wrong.

"Oh, there's my sweet girl," Your grandma wrapped her frail arms around your tiny frame, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, peering up to spot Leah walking in through the house, with your bags and coat in her hand, "Hello, Leah! Thank you for bringing her home. You're just in time, I've popped the kettle on for a brew."

"Hi Jean," Leah shared a warm and kind smile with your grandma, "That's great, thank you," It had become a bit of a habit that now when Leah would drop you off, she would come inside and chat to your grandma, the two of of them sitting down with a cup of tea--she never did have the heart to tell the elderly woman how much she detested tea.

"Grandma! You should've been me," Your bouncing on your tiptoes, full of energy, "I was the fastest on the pitch. Wasn't I, Leah?"

"You were incredible out there, Monkey," Leah replied in agreement.

"See, grandma? I wish you could've seen me-- Grandma, I have a match coming up soon. Will you come? Please?"

"I will try my best to make it, sweetheart," Jean promised.

You barely took the time to kick off your shoes before bolting into your room, pulling out the Lego set you'd been itching to build with Leah.

As you disappeared down the hallway, Leah stayed behind in the kitchen to talk to your grandma.

"How're you doing, dear?" Jean asked, bustling around the kitchen, in a slower motion, "How's the football going?"

"I'm doin' well, thank you and well, football is keeping me somewhat busy," Leah answered, settling into a seat at the table, "Monkey tells me you've been poorly recently. Is everything okay?"

“I have been,” Jean let out a weary sigh, lowering herself into a chair at the kitchen table, “It’s not good. I have… I have cancer, Leah. It’s terminal…”

Leah’s heart sank, “Jean, I’m so sorry. That’s awful.”

Jean nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she clasped them together, “I love my granddaughter a lot, I have spent the last several years protecting her from… him.”

“Who?” Leah asked, her brow furrowing.

“Her father. My son,” Jean said quietly, her voice thick with emotion, “He’s… He’s not a good man, Leah. He’s an alcoholic, and he’s abusive. Social services got involved when the school noticed bruises on my granddaughter when she was five years old.”

Leah’s stomach churned at the revelation, her hands instinctively clenching into fists, “Jean, I… I had no idea. I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been for the both of you.”

Jean gave a small nod, her voice trembling as she continued, “I’ve done everything I can to keep her safe, but now… I don’t have much time left. And I’m scared, Leah. I don’t trust her father. Not after everything he’s done.”

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore, Jean,” Leah leaned forward, her voice quiet but firm, “You’ve been strong for so long, but I’m here now. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s safe.”

Jean’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at Leah, her voice breaking, “Promise me, Leah. Promise me you’ll look after her when I’m gone. I don’t have anyone else I trust. She needs someone who’ll keep her safe.”

Leah swallowed hard, the weight of Jean’s words settling heavily in her chest, “I promise,” She said firmly, her voice steady despite the lump in her throat, “I’ll always look after her. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Thank you,” Jean reached across the table, squeezing Leah’s hand with surprising strength for someone so frail.

Leah returned the squeeze, her eyes meeting Jean’s with quiet determination, “You’ve done everything for her, Jean. I can’t ever replace you, but I’ll do my best to give her the life she deserves.”

Jean’s lips trembled, but she managed a faint smile, “You’ve already made such a difference in her life. I’m so grateful for you, Leah. I’m so grateful.”

“She’s an incredible kid, Jean,” Leah’s voice softened as she replied, “That’s all you. I’ll make sure she knows how much you love her, every single day.”

Jean blinked back tears, “That’s all I could ever ask for,” She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm gonna be ten this year, you know? That's double digits!" You exclaimed, your face pressed against the car window as you eagerly took in everything passing by, "How cool is that?"

Leah gasped dramatically, a playful grin on her face, "Wow! Double digits? That is so cool, Monkey. I bet you're excited, aren't you?"

"Uh huh!" You nodded enthusiastically, "Grandma said we could do something, but... I don't think it'll be possible." You voice trailed off, a hint of sadness creeping in.

Leah glanced at you briefly, her heart aching at the thought of what you were going through. Your grandma's condition had been deteriorating rapidly over the last few months, and she knew how hard it was for you to see her like this. But even so, your grandma always found a way to smile for you, no matter how weak she felt.

"Hey," Leah said gently, her tone softening, "How about we do something together? Just us? Maybe... We could go to the zoo?"

Your eyes lit up instantly, excitement bubbling over, "The zoo? Really? That would be so cool! I've always wanted to go there, but I never got the chance!"

"Well, then it's settled," Leah said with a nod, smiling at your enthusiasm, "We'll go the zoo. Me, you, and maybe we can invite Jord too. How does that sound?"

"Yes!" You squealed, clapping your hands, "Do you think Jordan will come?"

"I don't think there's anywhere else she'd rather be," Leah replied with a light laugh.

"That's so awesome! You're the best, Le!" You exclaimed.

Leah chuckled at your excitement as she pulled up to your house. The door opened to reveal one of your grandma's carers, Lindsey, who greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hiya, sunshine," Lindsey said as you darted inside, "Hiya, Leah."

"Hiya, Lindsey. How're you doin'?" Leah smiled, stepping inside the house.

As your grandma's health continued to decline, Leah stepped in more and more to take care of you, ensuring you had proper meals and went to bed at a reasonable hour.

"Hi!" You called over your shoulder, already rushing off to find your grandma, "Where's grandma? I have to tell her about the zoo!"

Lindsey chuckled softly, "The zoo? That sounds like fun. I bet your grandma will be so excited to hear about it, but she's having a little rest right now. You can tell her all about it when she wakes up, alright?"

"Oh... Okay," You replied, a hint of disappointment in your voice. But you quickly perked up, "Leah! Can we build Lego?" Without waiting for an answer, you disappeared into your room, emerging moments later with an overflowing pile of Lego.

Linsdey watched you with a fond smile, shaking her head as she turned to Leah, "That little ones' a whirlwind. I don't know how Jean keeps up with her."

Leah laughed lightly, following Lindsey inside, "She really is something else," She said, then lowered her voice, "How's Jean doin'?"

"Well..." Lindsey hesitated for a moment before answering, her smile fading, "To tell you the truth, not great. She's going downhill quickly now. I don't know how much longer she has..." Her voice caught slightly, and she forced a sad smile, "God knows what's going to happen to that little girl. Jean thinks the absolute world of her."

Leah's jaw tightened as she nodded, her voice resolute, "I know. And I'm going to do everything I can to make sure she's okay. That little girl will always have someone to take care of her."

Before Lindsey could respond, you came back into the kitchen, arms overflowing with Lego.

"Whoa, Monkey!" Leah exclaimed, laughing, "I swear your Lego pile gets bigger, hasn't it? Alright, we can build some, but after that, we need to think about dinner and then get you ready for bed."

You pouted dramatically, hands on your hips, "Don't be borin' Le, you sound like a proper adult when you say things like that!"

Leah raised an eyebrow, smirking, "I am an adult, cheeky Monkey."

"Yeh, but usually you're more fun and you sound like all adultish now," You huffed, the pout firmly set on your face, "Come on, Le. You should be more fun!"

“That’s it, girls. Stay focused! Let’s set the tone early!” Your coach shouted from the sidelines, clapping his hands, “Good passes, keep it sharp! We’ve got this!”

You could feel the energy buzzing around you as the game kicked off, your teammates moving with purpose. The opposition was strong, but you were determined to give it your all.

“That’s it, kiddo!” Your coach called out as you intercepted a pass and sprinted down the wing, “Keep it moving– Yes, great work! Let’s go!”

You dribbled past your opponent, your heart racing as you looked for an opening. The crowd’s cheers were faint compared to the pounding of your own pulse. But your coach’s voice cut through it all, steady and encouraging, “Stay composed! You’ve got this!”

With a quick pass to your teammate, you set up a perfect play that led to your team’s first goal. The crowd erupted, and your coach was practically jumping on the sidelines.

“Brilliant, girls! That’s how we do it!” He cheered, clapping his hands furiously, “Now keep the pressure on!”

Above the noise, another voice caught your attention.

“Go on, Monkey! Atta’ girl– Yes!” Leah screeched, making her presence known.

You couldn’t help but grin. Leah was louder than anyone else on the sidelines, and it made your heart swell knowing she was there.

“She’s so talented, isn’t she?” Leah turned to the woman beside her and beamed proudly.

“She is,” Amanda, Leah’s mum, replied with a warm smile, “She reminds me of you.”

“Nah. She reminds me of Jord,” Leah said with a wide grin, earning a soft laugh from Amanda.

“She’s incredible,” Amanda added, watching you with a look of admiration.

The match ended with a hard-fought win for your team. Leah’s celebrations were the loudest of all, her cheers practically shaking the pitch. But nothing compared to her reaction when you were named Player of the Match.

“Monkey!” Leah waved in your direction to get your attention.

“Leah!” You ran straight to the blonde girl, your small arms wrapping around her legs as you looked up at her with a lop-sided grin, “You’re here! Did you see me? I won the trophy for Player of the Match!”

“I did, you were amazing out there,” Leah beamed, scooping you off the ground and lifting you into your arms, “I’m so proud of you!”

For a moment, you were so caught up in her excitement that you forgot about the woman beside her. But when you noticed her again, your shyness kicked in.

“Don’t be scared,” Leah said gently, “This is my mum, Amanda. I wanted to show her how amazingly talented you are.”

“Hi there,” Amanda said, smiling warmly.

“Hi,” You whispered, cautious around this new woman. Then, turning your attention back to Leah, you tugged on her sleeve, “Le! Can you take a photo of me and my trophy to show my grandma? I want to show her when I’m home!”

“Course I can, Monkey,” Leah said, pulling out her phone.

You stood there, grinning proudly with your trophy in hand, as Leah snapped picture after picture. You couldn’t wait to show your grandma and tell her all about the game.

“Right,” Leah said after a while, “I guess we should think about getting you home now, shouldn’t we?”

“Uh-huh! I can’t wait to show my grandma my trophy, or my photo– Leah, you have to make sure to show her the photo!” You ramble to her, making the trip back to the car.

But you never got the chance to show your grandma the photo or your trophy.

Your grandma passed away later that day.

And just like that, everything changed.

You ended up moving in with your dad – The man you hadn’t seen since you were five years old.

You didn’t know it then, but that was only the beginning of your world being turned upside down.

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"Feelin' a bit mouthy today, Sergeant?"

That should have been your first hint to shut up.

"Just showing initiative, Captain. You know. Making sound assessments. Like most leaders would be able to do."

He turns his whole body to face you. That should have been your second hint to shut the fuck up. "Better watch yourself, kit. That mouth'll get you in trouble."

"Trouble worse than the one we're already in?" You can't help but snark with a disrespectful- foolish- roll of the eyes. Not like you'll have a future to worry about by the way things are going, hunkered down and surrounded by hostiles.

"Aye, because when we live through this," Captain MacTavish's hand shoots out to grip your nape and forces you look at him, "I'll personally see to it you won't be walkin' any time soon."

You know that look. You know that it means for your ass if you make it out of this like John believes you will. You know it'll be a bitch to sit down for a week or two. It should make the warning bells go off. Should make you defer to him without question. Yet you've always been one to play with fire.

You smirk. "But you're not gonna do anything about my mouth, sir?"

The scowl deepens and the smirk leaves your face with a squeak when his grip tightens, jerking you closer. Your palms hit his chest and he leans in, baring his teeth at you. "Trust me, kit, your mouth will get exactly what it deserves."

You gulp, bells ringing.

It would probably be wise to shut up now.

(Reinforcements arrive, taking you back home alive and relatively unharmed. For a brief, idiotic second you think you're safe. Until Captain MacTavish holds true to his promise and drags you off to his quarters by the scruff of your neck before you can avoid punishment.

An endless amount of spanks, a thorough throat fucking, and getting your ass used until only he gets to finish later, you learn your lesson about keeping your mouth shut.

For about a month or two.

But that's okay, Captain MacTavish doesn't mind drilling the lesson into you until it sticks.)

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❄︎ My Mami ❄︎

Alexia's favourite girls series

Isabella doesn't like sharing

It had been a relatively easy morning, Emilia didn’t put up too much of a fuss and Isabella had helped you all morning. You had called Alexia when you were on the road letting her know that everything was fine and allowing her to wish her daughter the best of luck and give her a little pep talk.

Isabella was disappointed at first when she found out Alexia wouldn’t be able to make the whole game but she calmed down when she was promised to go to Alexia’s next training and even maybe step in on a few drills.

After making sure you had absolutely everything and making Isabella recheck that she didn’t leave anything in the car, you were now settled on the side of the field with Emilia sitting on your lap happily. “Mama Issy running with the ball just like Mami.” You chuckled at her little babble, quietly cooing your praise as you to watched your wife’s twin race up and the down the field with the same sparkle that Alexia had at her age.

When Emilia got wiggly you let her roam a little, knowing that she couldn’t wander off and letting her burn some energy off would do you all some good in the long run. Isabella had assisted two goals already and it was just half time, she waved at you excitedly and you were filled with the same feeling of pride that you always got when you watched your wife.

Alexia had been so excited for the game that nothing in the world was going to stop her from seeing at least a little bit of it. The Captain was quick to say goodbye to her team with the promise of photos and videos of Isabella’s game. Luckily she had arrived just as the second half started. She took a moment to take in the life she had managed to create as she spotted Emilia stomping around the sandy part of the pitch and you were only a few feet away sitting on a blanket you brought.

The sound of the whistle pulled her out of her trance as the game commenced and she was quick to join her little family. You didn’t even flinch when a body threw itself down next you, knowing your wife would show up a soon as she possibly could. Emilia was absolutely thrilled at the sight of her mother and launched herself onto the footballers lap. Alexia grunted in surprise as she smiled happily at the sight of her blonde, giggly daughter. “Hola mi princesa.” The three year old squealed excitedly as fingers pressed against her side teasingly.

Alexia then turned to you, “Hola mi Reina.” You kissed her soundly as she gratefully reciprocated, arm sliding around your waist as she smiled softly at you. Emilia sat happily between her legs as she leaned back into her mothers strong body. You decided to follow suit as you put your weight on her.

It was only when you really looked at her did you realise she was still in her training kit. “Did you run here straight from training.” Alexia looked surprised at your question before huffing, “No, I drove here…straight from training.” Emilia was distracted with playing with her mother’s wedding ring and Isabella had yet to see Alexia arrive, so you took your opportunity. “This training kit always looked so good on you.” Alexia’s eyebrows rose immediately, catching the suggestive tone of your voice immediately, “Sí?” you bit your lip and nodded, rolling your eyes amusedly as her signature smirk made its appearance. “I have to do something about that, huh?” You nodded as her eyes stayed glued to your lips, “Why do you think I was trying to tire Emilia out.” Alexia kissed you softly as it took everything in her to control herself.

A football interrupted the two of you as you quickly separated, cheeks burning red as the referee giggled at the two of you. Isabella was bright red until she caught sight of her mother. Her eyes lit up and she shyly waved at the Captain. Alexia smiled softly at her eldest and gave her a wink which instilled a fire into her daughter who immediately scored a goal. Alexia was now on her feet, shouting words of encouragement and you saw the future of Alexia’s coaching career ahead of you.

Emilia was giggling and repeating the words that her Mami was saying until she shivered. You were quick to grab the jumper you brought for her and Ále cooed as she passed her onto you.

The final whistle sounded with your daughter scoring another two goals. Isabella ran straight for her mother who wasted no time in throwing her up and over her shoulder as she showered her in kisses and praises. Even though Isabella was seven and getting way too old to be picked up but it never stopped Alexia from ignoring that rule and doing it quite often. Isabella seemed settled in her arms as she retold Alexia all about the match that she just watched.

Isabella was on her feet again when her coach came over to talk to the Barcelona star. The kids from the other team were in awe of the fact they had ‘La Reina’ at their match. Your wife always had time for pictures which is what she was doing currently as Isabella wandered over to you to give you a big hug and a recap. “That’s my Mami!” Isabella grunted as she hid her face into your neck, much like your wife Isabella didn’t like sharing.

“Yes and you get to go home and cuddle her all night, they only get a picture.” You laughed softly as she whined gently, “My Mami.” You sometimes wonder whether your eldest is really seven or actually just four. Alexia started heading back to where you were sitting with your daughters, she caught your amused glance and immediately knew that something was wrong but it wasn’t anything serious.

“¿Todo bien?” She asked as she hauled Emilia up into her arms, the three year old after successfully tiring herself out as she drowsily blinked from where she was laying against her Mami’s strong shoulder. Isabella peeked out at her Mami before remembering her arm around the other girls and she hid herself again.

Alexia frowned but you sent her a reassuring look as you coaxed the brown haired girl from her hiding place, “Tell Mami what’s wrong.” You whispered as she groaned but turned to face your wife anyway, “My Mami.” Her forehead met with Alexia’s leg as she mumbled out the words, arms intertwining around her thigh.

Alexia chanced a glance at you and you just ran a hand through her hair. “Sí, I am your Mami. ¿Quién dijo que yo no era mi vida?” Isabella didn’t even lift her head just pointed to where the crowd of girls were taking pictures with Alexia a minute ago. “Ay Ya veo. Vamos, vamos a casa para que pueda abrazar con mis chicas favoritas sí.” Isabella nodded and kissed her Mami’s hand before taking it and walking back to the car.

You placed your hand on your wife’s back along with a kiss to her shoulder as you took Emilia and placed her in her car seat with a kiss to the cheek. “I’ll take Is.’ You agreed before giving your daughter a kiss on the cheek and a hug. “See you at home.” You smiled wrapping your arms around your wife’s neck and kissing her deeply as a reminder of your previous conversation. She chased your lips before remembering where you were and leaving one final one against your cheek.

Once she watched you drive off she looked into the mirror making eye contact with your daughter and flashing her a mischievous smile, “I think we’ve earned ourselves some McDonald’s.”

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