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Frida Maanum x Emma Lennartsson x Child!Reader

Summary: You're hurt and scared

Your head throbs as you wake up, the pitter-patter of rain falling on your skin.

The rain is cold but your tears are hot, scorching your skin as they roll down your cheeks.

The butterfly you were chasing is missing, flown away to hide from the spring storm that you now find yourself trapped in.

You don't know how long it has been raining but you're soaked to the bone and shivering.

Two Jordans whine at you, both blurry around the edges as you sit up.

There is a sharp rock where your head was, blood being washed away as the rain gets heavier.

The Jordans whine at you again and you reach out for one of them but your hand passes right through.

"Jordi?" You ask as the second Jordan nudges you with his snout," I'm tired. Where's...Where's Mama and Mummy?"

Your eyes slip closed for a moment. It's easy to nod off even though you're very cold and your head feels icky.

Jordan barks and you jolt awake again, head throbbing.

Hot blood runs from your forehead down your face as your gaze goes blurry again, Jordan just a weird dog shaped blur.

You want Mama and Mummy. You don't know where they are.

The rain turns to snow quickly and the temperature plummets, your clothes freezing on your body.

Your breath comes out in a puff in front of you.

Jordan barks again, lightly nudging you under a little ledge. It does little to stop the cold but it keeps you out of the snow that clings and melts in your hair.

Jordan is warm against you and you shiver, little hands burying themselves into his fur.

"Mama an' Mummy," You say through cracked lips," Jordi...Where Mama an' Mummy?"

You don't remember much, not really.

You were playing in the forest with Frida earlier and she let you run ahead with Jordan a little bit, as long as you stayed in sight at all times.

There was a fork in the path. Usually, you swing right but Jordan got distracted by a butterfly and went left.

You followed after him, distracted by the butterfly too.

You'd tripped on something. You're not sure what it was, maybe an upturned root or tree branch. You'd tripped though and went tumbling down into the ditch.

You must have hit your head on that rock because your head is all sticky with blood.

"J-Jordi," You say, shivering," 'm cold. Mummy an' Mama be here soon?"

Jordan doesn't answer you, patting his front paws on the ground as you lean more heavily into him.

"'m tired too," You say," Havin' a little nap."

Your fingertips are freezing. You can barely move them as they go from their usual colour to a little purple. Your lips are the same colour but you can't see them.

"Jus' a little nap. A little one, Jordi."

Your eyes slip closed again as you lean your head against Jordan's body.

He whines a little, shifting around before he's curled fully around you.

Jordan's nice and warm like your blankets at home, when you're wedged between Mama and Mummy in front of the fire with a little mug of hot chocolate that Mummy makes special for you with whipped cream, chocolate shavings and marshmallows.

You don't know how long you nap for or even if you nap at all.

It's like one long blink as Jordan shifts away from you, barking and snarling.

You've never heard Jordan snarl before so you try to wrench your eyes open. It's hard going though, frozen shut by all your tears, but eventually, you get them open.

There's another dog shaped blur in front of Jordan, lying down on the ground nonplussed.

There's a human shape too and you puff out a big breath.

"Mama?"

"No, sweetie," The blob says," I'm not your Mama. But I'm here to take you to her. Can you come a bit closer?"

You try to get closer but you don't have much strength to get to your feet, all shaky and weak.

Jordan whines when you fall over and snaps as the strange woman comes closer.

"Easy," She says to your dog," I'm here to help her. That's a nasty cut you've got there. Can you tell me how it happened?"

"I...I hurted myself when I fell. Big ouchie."

"Yeah, it is. I've got a little bandage here, can I put it on you?"

"Bandage? Like-Like a plaster?"

"Like a big plaster."

You lean forward and the woman gently presses the gauze over your bleeding head.

"And what about your eyesight? Can you see me properly?"

"Like-Like a blob," You answer," Saw two Jordi's earlier but now only one."

"Okay, sweetheart, thanks for telling me." She reaches for her radio. "I've got her here. Skipper tracked her and her dog down. I've got a serious head wound and a likely grade three concussion. Complaints of blurry vision. Likely loss of consciousness. Difficulties with balance and speech. I've got early symptoms of hypothermia but it seemed her dog helped stave the worst of that off."

You reach out for Jordan again, who presses into your body.

"Got it, boss. Bringing her in now."

The woman reaches for you and you go willingly.

She'll take you to Mama and Mummy.

Jordan pads after you, still wary.

Emma sits at the entrance of the forest next to the ambulance. Frida sobs at her side, both of them wrapped in a blanket as they wait.

They know the paramedic has found you now, her and her dog Skipper have tracked you and Jordan down but it doesn't quell Emma's worry for you.

Not until the high-vis jacket pokes out from the forest and the search and rescue team swarm.

A blanket is wrapped around you tightly and the gauze is gently pulled away from your face to see the extent of the injury.

"Squish?" Frida calls, trying to fight through the crowd," Is she okay? Will she be alright?"

You're loaded into the ambulance, awake and talking as Emma and Frida crowd around you.

"Mama. Mummy," You say," Found me."

"Yeah," Emma says, blinking away tears," Of course we found you, squish."

You shiver. "Stayed put like you told me if I got lost. Stayed with Jordi."

Emma glances down at her feet. Jordan's covered in snow, streaks of blood drying on his fur.

"Jordi, good boy."

"The best boy."

Frida takes Emma's place talking to you, cupping your cheek as Emma reaches down for Jordan.

"You're such a good boy, Jordi," She tells him," For looking after her. The best big brother in the world."

"He almost attacked Skipper for trying to get to her," The search and rescue paramedic that found you says," He was very worried on the walk back. You've got a good one there. Both of them. She didn't run off. She stayed exactly where she fell."

"Thank you, for finding her."

"It's my job. We've got a hospital nearby that will take care of you all. They'll take her for a scan, sew up her head and put her on concussion watch. She'll be fine."

Emma can't help but repeat it again. "Thank you."

"Go," The woman says," Be with your kid."

You won't remember much of this experience. You'll never really remember the fall or the crack of your skull against the rock. You'll never really remember the nearly three hours you spent missing, huddled under the ledge with Jordan, who was desperately trying to keep you awake as your breathing got shallower and shallower and your got colder and colder.

You'll never remember the trip to the hospital but you will remember the paramedic that found you and her dog Skipper.

You will always remember her high-vis jacket and her body against yours as she carried you out of the forest back to your mothers.

You will always carry that memory with you, even when you're out in your own high-vis jacket with your own tracking dog and your own emergency medicine kit.

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Just In Time | Frida Maanum

Summary: You and Frida decide to go to a party where not everything goes to plan

Warnings: creepy people, homophobia, alcohol, party things yk

You and Frida are getting ready in your shared apartment, the scent of her favorite vanilla body spray mingling with the faint sound of indie music playing in the background. Frida stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her earrings, while you fuss with the shirt. She catches your eye in the reflection, offering a reassuring smile.

"Ready to go?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Yeah, let's do this," you reply, taking her hand as you head out the door.

The walk to the party is filled with light conversation and laughter, Frida's presence always a source of comfort and joy. When you arrive, the house is already buzzing with energy, music pumping through the walls, and groups of people scattered around, talking and dancing.

“Wow, it’s crowded in here.” You state, a hint of uncertainty present in your voice.

“It is. Just stay close yeah?” Frida replies, her thick Norwegian accent peaking through.

“Don’t worry, nothings going to happen.” You reply, you weren’t sure if you were trying to reassure Frida or yourself.

“Darling, I know you can handle yourself. I’d much rather be safe than sorry. Just let me know roughly where you’re gonna go and remember: you have a phone for a reason.” She stays, matter of factly.

“Right. I’m just gonna go to the toilet then alright? Love you.” You kiss Frida on the cheek offering her a smile to what she exchanges cutely.

On your way to the bathroom, you decide to take a look in the kitchen to scout out the drinks. You were by no means a drinker but you knew Frida was the designated driver. Which meant two things:

1. You could get tipsy

2. You could only get tipsy. Not flat out drunk. Or Frida would be on your back.

The kitchen is packed, but you manage to find a spot near the counter. As you pour yourself a drink (okay, just a quick one), a guy you don’t recognise sidles up next to you. He's taller than you, with an overly confident smirk plastered on his face.

"Hey there," he says, leaning in a bit too close for comfort. "I haven't seen you around here before. Can I get you another drink?"

"No, thanks. I'm good," you reply, trying to keep your tone polite but firm. You were already feeling tipsy by now as you had spontaneously chugged down two solo cups worth. You knew Frida would be scolding you later - but that didn’t matter right now.

He doesn't take the hint, instead stepping even closer. "Come on, just one drink. What's the harm?"

You glance around, hoping to spot Frida, but she's still across the room, chatting with some friends. "I said no, thanks," you repeat, more forcefully this time.

The guy's smirk fades slightly, but he doesn't back off. "Don't be like that. I'm just trying to be friendly."

You try to step away, but he blocks your path, his presence becoming more oppressive. "Seriously, I don't want a drink," you say, louder this time, hoping someone nearby will notice.

His eyes narrow slightly, and he leans in even closer, his breath hot on your ear. "Why are you being such a prude? I'm just being nice."

Panic starts to bubble up inside you, your heart racing as you try to push him away. "Leave me alone," you demand, your voice trembling.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Relax, I'm not going to bite. Just trying to have a conversation. What's your name?"

You take a step back, trying to put some distance between you. "It's none of your business," you snap, hoping to sound more confident than you feel.

He rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. "No need to be so rude. I'm just asking a simple question."

"Look, I'm here with someone," you say, trying a different tactic. "I'm not interested."

"Oh, come on," he says, his tone turning condescending. "Whoever it is, they can't be that great if they left you alone. Just one drink, and if you still want me to leave, I will."

You shake your head, backing up further. "I already told you, I'm not interested. Please, just leave me alone. And don’t insult my girlfriend.”

His expression darkens, and he steps forward again, ignoring your plea. "You know, you're making this a lot harder than it needs to be."

"I don't care," you snap, louder this time, hoping the raised volume will attract someone's attention. "I said no. Now back off."

He laughs, a harsh, mocking sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Feisty, I like that. Come on, just one drink. It's not going to kill you."

Desperation starts to creep in as you look around the room, searching for a familiar face. "I'm not interested," you repeat, your voice shaking with anger and fear. "Why can't you just take no for an answer?"

"Because I'm not used to hearing it," he replies smugly. "You're not going to find anyone better than me here, so why not just give it a shot?"

You glance around again, feeling trapped. "Look, you're making me really uncomfortable. Please, just go away."

"Uncomfortable?" he scoffs. "I'm just talking to you. You don't have to be so dramatic."

"I'm not interested because I'm here with my girlfriend," you say, hoping that will make him back off.

His expression changes, a sneer spreading across his face. "Oh, so you're one of those. That explains a lot."

"Did I not already tell you that? And, What do you mean by that?" you ask, feeling a surge of anger mix with your fear.

"Just that it makes sense why you're so uptight," he says, leaning in closer again. "Trying to play the victim, huh? You think you're too good for a guy like me because you like girls?"

"That's none of your business," you say firmly, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just leave me alone."

"Come on, don't be like that," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "Maybe you just haven't been with the right guy yet."

"Back off," you say, louder now, hoping someone will notice and intervene.

"What's going on here?" Frida's voice cuts through the tension, her tone calm but authoritative. She walks up, her eyes immediately assessing the situation. Sliding her arm around your waist, she fixes the guy with a steady gaze. "Is there a problem?"

The guy looks between the two of you, clearly irritated. "We were just talking," he says, attempting to brush off the situation.

Frida tightens her hold on you, her eyes not leaving his. "It didn't look like she wanted to talk," she says calmly but firmly. "She told you to leave her alone."

"Mind your own business," he snaps, his bravado faltering slightly under Frida's intense gaze.

Frida maintains her calm demeanor, her voice unwavering. "She is my business. If she asked you to leave her alone, you should respect that."

He hesitates, clearly not used to being challenged. "Look, I'm not trying to start anything. Just having a conversation," he says, his tone trying to sound reasonable but failing.

Frida's expression softens slightly as she addresses him again. "Look, she clearly doesn't want to continue this conversation. Let's all just move on and enjoy the party, okay?"

"Whatever," he mutters, but he doesn't move.

Frida remains calm, her grip on you firm but gentle. "Did you not hear her? She's not interested. Leave us alone."

The guy's face flushes with anger and embarrassment. "I just don't get you people," he says, his voice rising. "Always playing the victim card. Maybe if you weren't such prudes, you'd see how stupid this all is."

"Excuse me?" Frida's voice remains calm, but there's an edge to it now. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me," he snaps, his bravado returning. "You lesbians always think everyone's out to get you. Maybe if you tried being normal for once, you wouldn't have these problems."

Frida takes a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "We're not the problem here. You are. We're here to have a good time, just like everyone else. If you can't handle that, maybe you should leave."

"Oh, I'm the problem now?" he scoffs. "You two are just asking for trouble, flaunting your lifestyle in everyone's faces."

"Enough," Frida says, her voice firm but controlled. "This conversation is over. Leave us alone."

He glares at both of you, clearly frustrated. "Fine, whatever. You're not worth the trouble." He turns and stalks off into the crowd, disappearing from view.

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding and turn to Frida, who is watching you with concern.

"You okay?" she asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Yeah, thanks. He just wouldn't take a hint," you reply, leaning into her touch.

"I know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to deal with that and I’m sorry I didn’t get to you quicker. Let's get out of here," Frida suggests softly. "This place is too crowded anyway and you need to get home before it’s dark."

You nod, grateful for her suggestion. She keeps an arm around you as you both navigate through the throng of people and out into the cooler night air. The drive home is quieter, but Frida's presence beside you is as comforting as ever.

When you reach your apartment, she unlocks the door and lets you in first, her protective instincts still in high gear. Inside, you kick off your shoes and collapse onto the couch, feeling the tension of the evening finally start to fade.

Frida sits next to you, her hand resting on your knee. "You sure you're okay?" she asks again, her eyes searching yours.

"I'm fine now," you assure her, taking her hand in yours. "Thanks for stepping in. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't."

"Anytime," she says with a soft smile. "You know I've got your back."

You lean against her, feeling safe and loved. The party might not have been what you expected, but having Frida by your side makes everything better.

“I can’t believe he said all that. I know I was tipsy but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out his intentions, in fact I think the ‘prude’ may have done it.”

“It’s best not to think about it hey. He was a total dickhead but I’m just glad your safe that’s the most important thing. Let’s just calm down now and we can talk more in the morning if need be. I’m here for you, you know that.”

The rest of the evening is spent in the comfort of your apartment, wrapped up in each other. Frida makes sure you're okay, periodically checking in with gentle touches and reassuring words. She walks you through your feelings, letting you vent about the guy and how he made you feel, always listening intently.

As the night grows later, she suggests you both watch a movie to distract from the earlier ordeal. You agree, and soon you're cuddled up on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light over the room. Frida holds you close, her arms wrapped around you.

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You wake up the next morning encased by Frida’s strong arms. You both stir awake.

“You know, now that you are feeling better, I think we better discuss you downing two vodkas eh?”

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It's Different With You

Frida Maanum x Reader

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"Y/NNNN," Frida whined quietly. "Y/NNN- Y/NNN—"

"What, Maanum?" You groaned, rolling over to face your girlfriend as she poked at your sides. "It's too early."

"Morning, elskling," she smiled, wiping the frown off your face with a kiss to your jaw. "It's 10:30, and I missed you. I've been up since eight."

You rubbed your eyes. "But I'm right next to you?"

"I wanted to talk to you," the Norwegian blushed as you reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Besides, we have to get ready for training."

You pulled her into you, wrapping your arms around her and burying your head i to her neck. "No. Sleep."

"Elskling—"

"What time is training?" you murmured.

"At 11:45, w—"

"What time is it now?"

"Ten thi—"

You grunted. "I only need twenty minutes."

"But babe—"

Your girlfriend's protest fell on deaf ears. You were already asleep, snoring into her neck like a baby.

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"Hey, Katie, hey, Stina," you smiled at your's and Frida's best friends as you walked into the changing room, hand in hand. "How's it going?"

"Good, thanks," Katie raised her eyebrows. "Had some fun last night, Frida? Ye' look tired."

"N-no!" Frida stammered, hiding her face into your shoulder. "I just—"

"She woke up early instead of sleeping in like a sensible person," you snickered, setting your stuff down in your cubby. "Now she's tired."

"Be quiet," Frida complained, smacking you on the back of the head. "I needed time to get ready."

You looked at her strangely. "Why? You look pretty as it is."

Kyra fake gagged. "Get a room."

"You're sweet, Y/N," Steph smiled approvingly, side-eyeing Kyra. "Ignore this little pest, her single ass wouldn't know what love looks like."

"Hey!"

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"Elskling! Elskling!"

You jolted at the sudden yelling, head whipping around to where your girlfriend was charging straight at you. "Frida? What's the matter?"

"Be my partner!"

You were a sucker for that face. Her eyes wide and innocent, dimples on full display as she grinned.

"Okay, okay," you agreed, kissing the top of her head. "Come on, my love. Don't keep the gaffer waiting."

As the two of you passed the ball back and forth, working on first touches, Frida started talking about what she and Stina had been up to over the weekend.

You totally zoned out, half-focusing on the ball and tunnel visioning at Frida. Some of her blonde hair had fallen out of its ponytail, perfectly framing her face and making her look even better than usual. She used her hands as she talked, muscles flexing in her training top as you shamelessly ogled her.

"-abe? Babe?" Frida snapped her fingers in front of your face. "Are you listening?"

"What? Yeah," you shook your head, blinking rapidly as you realized everyone was taking a water break. "I was just thinking about something."

The Norwegian squeezed your hand. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

You practically melted, hand shaking as you grabbed your water bottle from the cooler. "Y-yup."

"Oi! Lovebirds! Kyra's right, get a room!" Katie shouted. "Disgustin'!"

"As if you don't do worse with Caitlin!" You fired back. "She asked you a question the other day and you almost fainted."

Katie tackled you to the floor. "This is slander!"

You wrestled about, pulling her into a headlock. "It's only slander if it's not true. But it is."

She growled, trying to wriggle free. "Yer' a little shite, Y/L/N."

"No I'm not!" You scoffed. "Frida, tell her I'm not!"

Frida said nothing, averting her eyes.

"Frida!"

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"You're so mean to me, Frida," you whined, sitting down in your cubby. "I compliment you all the time and then you don't back me up."

"I'm sorry," she pressed a kiss to your lips. "I still love you."

You grunted. "Hmph."

"I love you," she kissed you again, pulling you closer. "I love you."

"Y/N, what have you done to Frida?" Stina joked. "Frida hates PDA. She didn't even want to hug her exes in public when they dated."

"I don't know," you smirked. "Frida, what's with the sudden change?"

Frida blushed, mumbling, "It's different with you."

Your shit-eating grin grew impossibly bigger. "Want to share with the class?"

Frida's face turned even redder. "No."

"Are you su- OW!"

Frida glared at you, hand dropping from the back of your head. "Just because I love you doesn't mean I won't smack you for being stupid."

You sulked. "Awww."

Does this make sense? I think not

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masterlist part 2 - masterlist part 3

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Lucky Charms & If Only's (Frida Maanum x Reader)

Guys, I'm literally so good at banging out fics. Another F1 reader, except this time with Frida! Also, I know Alfa Romeo suck this season but for the purpose of this fic, they're a solid midfield team. This one again requested by anon. Remember any feedback good or bad is welcomed! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.2K (Shortest one so far, but whatever)

Frida was always amazed at how well you handled adversity. Such as, reporters being absolute assholes to you. She doesn’t understand how you can be so calm with some of the questions they were asking you.

“The first half of the season has not been what you or the team expected, do you think this is because of the car or yourself?”

“Is it tougher for you to drive the car, because you’re a woman?”

“Do you think Alfa Romeo should keep you on for next season?”

“If it was a man inside the car do you think he’d be able to perform better?”

You were very well media trained. It also helped that these questions were not new to you, they were a recurring theme throughout your career. It was just that now you were in Formula 1 and all the pressure and media had multiplied by 100. 

It was your rookie season and every move you made had been put under the microscope, analyzed by the so-called “experts.” If anything, it was exhausting. Even more so when the first ten races had been subpar, at best. There were only 3 points to your name in the Drivers’ Championship right now. Your teammate, Zhou Guanyu, had 10 points and was driving brilliantly. You knew that you needed a good result here in Austria to show everyone what you could do. 

Your girlfriend, Frida, had seen firsthand how much pressure you were under and the toll it had taken on you. In between race weekends, you tried your best to go see her. She was your rock, she would always listen to you rant, she would watch from the couch as you did hundreds of laps on the F1 game, she would do anything if you asked. Until you asked her to come to one of your races. Of course, she wanted to, but it was difficult with her club season and now preparing for the World Cup. That’s why she hadn’t attended a single race so far this season. Frida hated watching how you instantly deflated each time you asked if she was going to come and she said no. Fortunately, Arsenal’s season was done and she wasn’t to report to the national team for a little bit so, unbeknownst to you, she was flying in Saturday night to be there for race day.

So far, the weekend had been going decent, practice was a little shaky when they found a problem with your engine, but qualifying had been good, narrowly missing out on Q3 finishing P11. As you head back to the hotel, trying to get away from some straggler reporters, you think you’re hallucinating when you see Frida get out of a taxi and head into the hotel. Jogging to catch up to her you shout,

“Frida! Is that you?” She spins around and grins at you.

“Hey babe! Surprise! I finally made it to a race,” she says excitedly. You lean in and give a soft kiss for the first time in what feels like forever (more like 5 days). Pulling away, you grab her hand and drag her to your room. 

The next day, you felt completely relaxed, which was odd because usually before races you get a little nervous, but not today. You put it down to the fact that Frida’s here, her presence always seeming to calm you down. It’s how you used to feel with your parents before they passed away a couple of years ago. Throughout the pre-race traditions, Frida tries her best to stay close to you. She admittedly was feeling a little out of place in the paddock. So, when you finished with a press conference, you immediately find Frida waiting for you and slip your hand into hers. As the pair of you walk through the paddock, Frida can’t help but admire how good you looked. Your race suit was undone, tied around your waist, so your top was just covered by the white fireproofs. They left very little to the imagination, and Frida couldn’t believe you were hers. You give her a funny look before checking if she’s feeling okay. Frida blushes at getting caught checking you out but says she is just fine.

After you slip your helmet on you look over at Frida and give her a little wave. Frida giggles and waves back. You get comfortable inside the car while everyone gets off the grid and prepares for the formation lap. Frida holds her breath as all five lights shine red, before turning off and all twenty cars get going. You get a good start diving down the inside of an Alpine to move up to P10. Over the next couple of laps, you defend from behind you while also trying to make some moves forward. Soon enough you find yourself in a bit of a DRS train, no one getting close enough to overtake. You try your best to stick to the car ahead of you through the first two straights. Heading into turn 4 you stick it around the outside, the entire Alfa Romeo garage cheering. As the race progresses you move even further up until you’re sitting pretty in P5. With only 8 laps left in the race, Sergio Perez, who was ahead of you in P2, has to retire due to a mechanical failure. This promotes you to P4 as the Safety Car is called upon. You swerve back and forth, trying to keep your tires warm as you settle behind Charles Leclerc’s Ferrari. When the Safety Car pulls into the pits and the green flag is given, you immediately smother the back of the Ferrari. You stay behind him for a bit before using DRS and getting by him on a straight. Frida can’t believe what she’s seeing, you were in a position to get your first-ever podium in F1. Those last 5 laps are the longest of your life. Leclerc tried everything to get by you, but you did everything in your power to not let him by. By the time you reach the final lap, your tyres are gone, but as he once again dives down the inside, you brake early and switch back him. You get a much better exit and retake the position. Going through the final sector, your girlfriend is in a state of shock as all the mechanics yell and rush to watch you cross the finish line. 

“That’s a podium mate!” Your engineer exclaims over the radio.

“Oh my God, guys! Thank you so, so much! We���ve done it, what a frickin race mate!” You shout back. 

Parking your car in the pit lane, you get out as quickly as possible to go celebrate with your team. Everyone shouts and hugs you. After taking your helmet off and drinking some water, you find your girlfriend in the crowd and hug her. 

“I swear you’re my lucky charm babe,” you mumble into her neck.

“Does that mean I get to come to more races?” She replies cheekily.

“Oh hell yeah.”

On the podium, you are finally handed your trophy you kiss it before pointing to the sky. If only your parents could see you now, you couldn’t imagine how excited they’d be. If only. 

On the flight back to London with Frida, you can’t help but think about how lucky you were to have her in your life. She really was your lucky charm.

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Frida Maanum NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

She loves hearing you praise her after sex while she catches her breath

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Frida’s body part is her legs because she loves wrapping them around you while you go down on her

Her favorite body part of yours is your hands because she loves how they wrap around her thighs or her waist when you eat her out

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

You’ll pull her into a deep, sensual kiss right after you go down on her

D: Dirty Secret 

Frida wants to try sitting on your face

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

She is experienced but sex with you is so much better than anyone else before you

F: Favorite Position 

Loves when you go down on her

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Frida is giggly in the buildup but once you start kissing her neck, she’s more serious

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Sex with Frida is so intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

She only really gets herself off when you two are apart because she knows if she’s feeling needy she can just come to you

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Frida loves being praised by you

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Your shared apartment

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Having your hands on her, especially on her thighs

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She doesn’t want to do anything where someone might see you

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Receiving, she loves having you go down on her

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Slow and sensual, neither of you want to feel like you’re in a rush or can’t enjoy something

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

They happen sometimes but only when you truly can’t wait

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

Not really, you two are pretty comfortable with what you two like and don’t like

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two go from 2-3 really long rounds

T: Toys 

You have a strap that you use on her sometimes but you really love going down on her more than anything

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

You tease her a lot because you love hearing her whine

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Frida can be loud most of the time but she’s not super loud that you have to worry about your neighbors hearing you

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

She always moans a bit louder when you call her your good girl

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s in the middle but leans higher some days especially after winning a game

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Frida falls asleep pretty quickly after you two clean up

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Freezing

W.C.- 1,5 k

“I’m cold” The quick statement comes out through chattering teeth and blue lips, your rednosed girlfriend now sharing similarities with Rudolph. It is understandable that she’s cold, having played 90 minutes plus stoppage time and gaining a thin layer of sweat despite the below 0 weather. As soon as the final whistle went off and they stopped moving, the cold started to seep deeply into their bones and the chattering of teeth began like a symphony.

“Aren’t you norwegian? Isn’t this your natural habitat?” You were dry and bundled under a thick coat to protect you from the cold winter breeze, having stayed on the bench due to a small injury to your ribs sustained during the match previous to the one you had just watched. It was nothing major, but it hurt just enough for you to be advised not to play. The adorable blonde had interrupted the conversation you were having with the other injured players, but you didn’t mind, not at all in fact. 

“Yeah, but this is different. In Norway it’s a familiar cold and here it’s a rainy bitter cold.” Her slender arms encircle your waist as you give her your full attention, peering into her sweet expressive eyes with what can only be described as complete adoration. The freezing winter air hits the exposed skin of your collarbones as Frida sneaks one of her hands around to the front of your body, apparently wanting to take part of the warmth culminating under your coat by unzipping it and snuggling her body tightly against your own. The surprising action is enough for a small yelp to leave your lips, but you wasted no time in zipping it back up.

Now as the two of you are pressed together as close as possible to fit under the one person coat, it seems like Frida had decided that you’re her personal heater, sliding her frozen fingers under the vicinity of your warm sweatshirt to warm them and regain her ability to feel them. Frida nuzzles her face against the warm skin of your sensitive neck, her cold nose pressing deeply against the base of your neck and her lips pressing subtle kisses to the skin she’s presented with. In response, you litter soft kisses to her hairline as well as her forehead.

You bring your glove-covered hand up to your own head, feeling the fabric of your Arsenal beanie between your fingers before pulling it off your head and down onto the blondes, making sure to cover her ears. She smiles up at you, her teeth still chattering slightly, looking down to your lips indicating she wants them pressed to her own. As you lean down to connect your lips in a long awaited kiss, you hear wolf whistles coming from the direction of your teammates who love to tease you at every moment possible. The kiss is short and sweet, mindful of the public place where you currently found yourself at.

Noticing your teammates starting to file into the corridor leading to the locker room, you realize that walking would be a near impossible feat with Frida clinging to your body like a koala does a tree. If you knew one thing about your girlfriend, then it was that she’s incredibly stubborn and if she decided that she didn’t want to let go then she most likely wouldn’t. 

“Hey Frids, you’re going to have to let go so that we can go back to the locker room” You barely managed to get the entirety of your sentence before the girl bundled up in your arms cut in with a determined;

“No” And so the negotiations began.

“I’ll let you wear my hoodie…and we’ll go by the grocery store to pick up some snacks on the way home” You proposed, knowing that she’d likely counter with her own suggestion.

“You’d let me wear your hoodie anyways” The slight reluctance present in her voice told you that you nearly had her, knowing exactly what would convince her. 

“You pick the movie and the fluffy socks are yours” Your warm fluffy socks are the biggest point of discussion during the cold winter months with both of you wanting to wear them, though it usually ends with you relenting and letting her just take them.

You know you’ve convinced her when her usual beaming smile appears and she starts to wriggle to get out of your hold. Pulling down the zipper once more to release her, you don’t let her get too far before taking hold of her wrist and making her stop in her place. Her slight shiver has you pulling your coat off your shoulders and putting it over hers, never wanting her to be cold. She smiles up at you once again when you sling your arm around her shoulder and pull her into you.

Once you reach the locker room, you sit down in your cubby while waiting for your girlfriend to finish showering and for her to come and collect her favorite hoodie of yours. You’re just staring off into space when you feel a soft hand lay on your shoulder, making you turn your head just in time to catch her eyes fixated on you. When eye contact is made she looks away like a shy school girl who just got caught staring at her crush, which was quite peculiar since you had been dating for a while.

You exchange your hoodie for your coat and you watch as Frida pulls it over her head before taking your hand in her non occupied one and leading you out of the room. You take her bag from her when you start to catch sight of your car, unlocking it for her to jump into as you put her bag into the trunk. By the time you settle in behind the wheel, Frida is already half asleep mumbling incoherent strings of words that don’t quite form sentences understandable to the human ear. You’re not even sure that she's speaking english, more likely muttering in norwegian.

The slightly bumpy road serves as a major factor to Fridas now fully unconscious state, same as your slight humming of the tune that had been stuck in your head for a while. Pulling into the parking lot of the food shop, you hear the quiet snores coming from the passenger seat confirming your suspicions and making you smile. You open your car door before locking the car altogether while you quite literally run into the store for the few snacks you know she adores.

When you’ve paid for the items you run back to the car, throw the items into the backseat and then kiss your sleeping girlfriend's forehead with a certain tenderness that makes you want to punch the air in happiness. After that you start the process of driving home through the pouring rain all while trying to stay awake yourself.

But you manage to stay awake and alert for the entire ride to your apartment, parking the car and exhaling deeply. As you look to your side and see Frida’s gentle relaxed expression, you realize that there was no way you’d wake her just to get up to your homestead. So you decide that the only rational thing to do is to carry her up to the apartment while trying not to wake her from her deep slumber.

Getting out and rounding the front of the vehicle, you quickly open the door and proceed to unbuckle her seatbelt before putting one arm under her knees and one arm around her back and under her arms. When you get her out of the car, you close the door by pushing it shut with your hip and carefully locking everything. 

It is quite awkward when you meet your neighbor as you’re waiting for the lift to arrive, but you just brush it off. You have to fish out your keys from your pocket to unlock your front door, but due to sheer willpower you manage to get them out and unlock it. Well inside, you quickly kick off your shoes and rush to your shared bedroom, arms getting a bit tired. You take off her shoes and socks, throwing them to a far corner of the room before going and searching for the famed fluffy socks. You put them on her, going back to the wardrobe to fish out a pair of pajamas that you could sleep in with the cold weather. You eventually slip into a long sleeve shirt and a pair of sweatpants, the exhaustion from the day finally overtaking you as you make your way under the covers beside your girlfriend, pulling her into your arms by taking hold of her waist. A soft whispered “good night” is the last thing said before you slip into the land of dreams, coincidentally all about your girlfriend.

I'm gonna go to bed now, unrelated but my teacher looks like the lorax without his mustach when he doesn't have his glasses on. Hope you all liked the fic, wasn't my best work but oh well

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Frida Maanum x Emma Lennartsson x Baby!Reader

Summary: When Emma and Frida found you

Frida is leaving for England.

Arsenal have been interested in her since the season began so it was only natural that she went off there to develop her career further.

But, still, Emma doesn't want to see Frida leave.

Frida occupies a space in Emma's heart that she can't put into words. Frida is everything to her, the air, the ground, the sky and the stars.

But Emma would never discourage Frida from finding her place in a league abroad.

Frida deserves everything in life, even if it's half a world away from where Emma is looking after their home in Sweden.

It will be different in the beginning, Emma knows this, but together there isn't much they can't overcome.

But, still, she'll miss the way Frida's body feels against hers. Even now, as they sneak around the back of the training centre to kiss.

It's not the most professional they've ever been but she just can't help herself when it comes to Frida.

"E-Emma," Frida says in a hushed tone, pushing Emma's roaming lips from her neck," Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Emma pulls away, glancing around for whatever errant sound Frida has heard.

"I..."

There's nothing but the breeze in the wind, the rustle of leafless branches in the height of winter.

It's absolutely freezing. It's predicted that this is to be the coldest day of the year.

"Nothing," Frida says," I must have imagined it."

Emma's lips go back to her neck, leaving dainty kisses all over her skin. Each one a labour of love, red hot in a way that feels beautiful as the snow falls around them.

Emma stops though, pulling away again.

"No," She says," Wait. I think I can hear it too."

It's faint, barely audible whimpers and whines that are getting more and more quiet as they go on.

But Emma and Frida are alone in an icy cold wasteland.

There's not even birds in the trees. Yet, now that Emma's straining her ears, she can hear the noises with crystal clear clarity.

She shivers as another freezing breeze cuts through her like a knife.

"I...I think it's coming from over there," Frida says, looking over at the clump of dense bushes over by the bins.

"Stay here," Emma says, wary of if it's some wild animal," I'll go and luck."

"Emma-"

"Stay here, Frida. I'll check it out."

She approaches the bushes carefully, slowly in case the animal jumps at her.

But there's no animal.

Just you.

"Emma?" Frida calls, watching as Emma lowers herself to her knees," What is it?"

Emma turns, a singular blanket in her hold and, in that blanket, is you.

"I...I think we need to call an ambulance," She says shakily," I-I think she's been abandoned."

You're tiny, smaller than any baby that Frida's ever seen before. You don't look good either. You're obviously freezing, little lips turning a concerning shade of purple and the cries from your mouth are getting quieter and quieter the longer you're outside.

Teammates clamber over themselves to help when Emma and Frida run in with you.

Somewhere along the way, Frida loses her top when it's clear that you're either nearly hypothermic or already developing it. Skin-to-skin seems to be what's best for you as you lay weakly on Frida's chest with layers of blankets over you both.

Now that she can see you properly, it's with a sinking feeling that she realises how underweight you actually are. You're nothing but skin and bones as Frida holds you close while they wait for the ambulance.

"They're calling her the Linköping baby," Emma says softly," The staff and the girls, that is. Word has spread pretty quickly."

"That's unfair," Frida replies, her own voice barely above a whisper as she feels your lungs inflate shakily against her," They can't call her that. She needs a name."

"They don't think she's going to survive," Emma says," Even before the ambulance gets here. She's in bad shape. They don't think she's going to make it."

"And you?" Frida finally tears her eyes away from you to look at her girlfriend. "What do you think?"

"I think..."

Your head barely pokes out from under all of the blankets, your eyes half open. You're not moving much. It seems to almost be too much effort to even breath, like everything in you is fighting to do something as basic and instinctual as that.

Emma didn't know what to expect when she looked in that bush. You were laying there, weak and unmoving in just a singular blanket and a thin onesie. One could almost mistake you for being asleep if it weren't from the stilted way your chest rose and fell and the way faint noises would escape your mouth every so often.

"I think...I think she's a fighter."

"I think so too."

Emma can tell what Frida's thinking before Frida herself even knows what she's thinking. She can tell by the way Frida's holding, you the way she's looking at you, the way she presses a soft kiss to the wispy hair at the top of your head.

Emma can tell because she's thinking the exact same thing.

"She looks like you," Emma says, starting off gently," Don't you think?"

Frida giggles a little bit. "I was thinking she had your nose. What part of her looks like me exactly?"

"Her hair, maybe," Emma says," And I'm sure once she opens this eyes of hers, they'll be like yours."

"You don't know that."

"I think I do."

"She might never open them," Frida says suddenly," If everyone is thinking she won't come out of this. They might never open."

"She will. She's a fighter."

Frida's throat bobs. "But if she doesn't...What would they even put on her grave? The Linköping baby?"

"You want to name her?"

"Everyone deserves a name. No matter how little they are."

"Then name her."

"I-"

"Ambulance is here," One of their teammates pokes their heads through the door," Medics are coming in now. They said to stay put."

"Y/N," Frida says suddenly.

"Huh?" Emma asks.

"She looks like a y/n."

You're tiny and malnourished and halfway to death's door. The possibility of you surviving the night is astronomically low.

But you have a name now and, in Emma's mind, you have a bedroom at home. A bedroom with a soft, warm crib and a dog companion who would just adore you. A bedroom in a house full of toys and soft clothes and two mothers who would adore you too.

A first name and a last name from the mothers who found you freezing cold in the dead of winter, buried in a bush as snow fell over you.

"Yeah," Emma says as the paramedics rush in," She does."

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Sickness | Frida Maanum x Reader

Summary: You had been ill all day. At training, at home and at night. So bad you had passed out. Luckily for you, your girlfriend Frida was at your side.

Warnings: Fluff, medication, fainting.

Note: First every fic, sorry if it’s not amazing.

You woke up abruptly, in a hot sweat. Your heart beating outside of your chest as you stared at the alarm clock: 2:34 AM you laid back down slowly, trying not to wake your sleeping girlfriend. Your head was lying on her chest and she had you wrapped around her arms by your waist.

“Y/N.” She grumbled. Suddenly you felt awful as you just woke her up, knowing you both needed the sleep for training at 8AM.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You whispered softly as you laid back down on her chest.

“Don’t be sorry, kjæreste. Why are you awake?” She whispered to you softly as she shifted her body up so her back was against the headboard - forcing you to shift up too as you laid your shoulder on hers.

“Uh. Just heard a sound…that’s all.” You lied, in attempts to not worry her.

She rolled her eyes playfully as she turned the lamp on causing you to squint your eyes and bury your head into her neck.

“Min kjærlighet. You know I am always here to talk to. Your my girlfriend, I know you well enough to know when you are lying. You’re sick again aren’t you?” She played with your hair and kissed your forehead as you stayed buried into her side.

“Slightly.”

She put some space in between you, just enough so she could see your face. She placed the back of her hand against your forehead. When she pulled back, her eyes were filled with concern and worry. You looked up her as she exchanged a knowing glance.

“Flu. You’re boiling and your sweating. Ser du? Let me get you some medication, I’ll be right back baby.” She got up out the bed as you whined at her trying to explain how it wasn’t that big a deal. It was clear she wasn’t having any of it - her protective side slipping through.

You knew Frida would have it her way, as she usually did when it came to your health and your safety - it was her main priority making sure that you were safe as she couldn’t bare it if anything happened to you. You didn’t even bother to convince her anymore - you knew you were the exact same towards her.

Shortly after, Frida appeared again with a glass of water and some medicine. Placing them on your beside table she crawled back into the bed next to you. You tried to lean your head against her before she retaliated.

“Medicine first, then cuddles. Yeah?” She said softly stroking a loose strand of hair out of your face. You smiled at her sweetly and with one large gulp of water, swallowed the medicine she had gotten you. This time, when you went to cuddle into her, she let you. You were up against her chest as you faced each other and she had placed her chin on top of your head.

“Sleep now yeah? You need rest, we will check again in the morning if you can train or not.”

“Of course I’ll be able to train! We have a match soon.”

“Baby. If you’re sick you’re staying home. Remember last time? You threw up on the field and had to go home with me. Let’s just sleep now.”

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You woke up just hours later as your alarmed blared. Frida stirred awake beside you before digging her nose into the side of your neck.

“Frida, baby. We need to get up.”

She mumbled something that you couldn’t make out before reluctantly sitting up.

“How are you feeling?” She said softly whilst scanning my face.

“Fine. Good enough to train.” I still felt a bit off, but I knew I was well enough to train.

Or so I thought.

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Training that day was grueling. We had been on the pitch for hours, running drills, working on plays, and pushing our bodies to the limit. The sun hung high in the sky, casting an unforgiving heat over the field. I could feel the sweat pouring down my back, soaking into my jersey, and my legs felt like lead with every sprint. But I pushed on, determined to improve, to be better. We all did; it was the kind of dedication our coach demanded.

Beside me, Frida was her usual fierce self. She had this intensity about her, a fire in her eyes that made her unstoppable on the field. It was one of the things that drew me to her when we first met. Watching her now, powering through the drills, you wouldn't guess she was concerned about anything other than the ball at her feet.

But she was worried about me. I could see it in the way she glanced over whenever she thought I wasn't looking. I had still even feeling off all morning – a headache that wouldn't go away, a queasiness in my stomach that came in waves. I had lied to her, not wanting to worry her, but she knew me too well. Each time we paused for water or a quick strategy talk, her eyes would scan me, searching for signs of weakness or discomfort.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked during one of these breaks, her voice low so the others wouldn't hear.

"I'm fine," I lied, offering her a weak smile. "Just tired, I guess."

She didn't look convinced, but there wasn't time to argue. The whistle blew, and we were back at it, running through our formations, perfecting our passes. The heat was relentless, and I could feel my energy draining with every passing minute. I tried to shake it off, focusing on the game, on the instructions from our Jonas, but the pounding in my head was getting worse.

By the time we moved to scrimmage, I was struggling to keep up. My vision was starting to blur at the edges, and I felt a cold sweat break out despite the sweltering heat. Frida was on the opposite side of the field, but I could feel her eyes on me, even from a distance.

"Come on, get it together," I muttered to myself, trying to summon the strength to push through. But my body wasn't listening.

I don't remember much about the moment I hit the ground. One second I was sprinting, the next everything went dark. There was a brief sensation of falling, a distant sound of someone shouting my name, and then nothing.

When I came to, I was lying on my back, staring up at the bright blue sky. The sun was still blazing, but it felt like there was a shadow blocking some of its intensity. Slowly, my vision cleared, and I realized the shadow was Frida. She was kneeling beside me, her face etched with worry, her hands on my shoulders, gently shaking me.

"Hey, can you hear me?" she asked, her voice tight with concern.

I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry, my throat felt raw. I managed a nod, blinking as I tried to focus on her face.

"Thank God," she breathed, relief flooding her features. She glanced up, shouting to the others, “She's awake! Get the medics!”

I could hear the murmurs of my teammates, the pounding of their footsteps as they gathered around. But my attention was on Frida.. She looked so scared, more scared than I had ever seen her, and it made my heart ache.

"I'm sorry," I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't you dare apologize," she said fiercely, her grip on my shoulders tightening. "You scared the hell out of me. What happened? Are you okay?"

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to remember. "Just… felt dizzy. Couldn't… couldn't keep up."

She shook her head, her expression softening slightly. "You should have told me you weren't feeling well. We could have stopped, taken a break."

"I didn't want to worry you," I admitted, feeling foolish now.

She sighed, brushing a strand of hair away from my forehead. "Idiot. Of course I'm going to worry. You're my girlfriend. And my teammate. I need you to be okay."

I managed a weak smile, reaching up to squeeze her hand. "I'm sorry," I repeated, more earnestly this time.

The medic arrived then, kneeling beside us. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

"Better," I said, though it wasn't entirely true. "Just need a minute."

He nodded, his eyes assessing. "Take all the time you need. We'll get you some water, cool you down. No more pushing yourself today, understood?"

"Understood," I agreed, grateful for the reprieve.

Frida stayed by my side, her presence a steadying force as I slowly sat up. Vic handed me a bottle of water, and I took it gratefully, sipping slowly. The cold liquid was a relief, soothing my dry throat and cooling my overheated body.

"You really scared me," Frida said again, her voice quieter now, meant just for me.

"I know," I said, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry. I won't let it happen again." I replied, half jokingly.

"You better not," she said, but her tone was softer, more teasing now. "Or I'll bench you myself."

I chuckled, wincing slightly at the residual pain in my head. "Deal."

We stayed like that for a while, just the two of us, even as the team continued training around us. Frida refused to leave my side, and I was grateful for it. Her concern, her care, it meant more to me than I could put into words.

Eventually, the coach called an end to practice, and my teammates started to disperse. A few of them came over to check on me, offering words of encouragement and pats on the back. It was comforting to know they cared, but it was Frida’s presence that made all the difference.

As we slowly made our way off the field, her arm around my waist, supporting me, I couldn't help but feel lucky. Not just because I had come out of the fainting spell relatively unscathed, but because I had someone like Frida by my side. She was more than just my girlfriend; she was my rock, my partner, my teammate in every sense of the word.

"Let's get you home," she said softly, her eyes full of concern and something deeper, something that made my heart swell with love. "You need rest."

"Yeah," I agreed, leaning into her. "Home sounds good."

As we walked together, leaving the pitch behind, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, on or off the field, we would face them together. And that was more than enough for me.

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Leah or lessi kid fic after they won the Conti cup!

Lilo’s Sparkle

Mum! Alessia Russo x Child! Reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of injury, very very short.

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You held your head up high, making sure your eyesight was level with the barricade of Alessia’s arms around you.

Your mummy was rocking you, holding you in a small confinement of blankets and an pink sweater. It was cold in Birmingham, but so was every other game your Mummy’s team played at. It was the same at Manchester, and London was no different. The only chance was the people. Auntie Ella only picked you up from your new preschool when she was down South, and you and Mummy would sometimes meet for orange juice at Auntie Ella’s favourite cafe when you were in Manchester.

But today you were in Birmingham, which was a often occurrence. London was your new home. You were accustomed to Manchester, and the weather in England was pretty standard across the country, so there wasn't much to adjust to.

“Do you want to go see Kyra with me, Lilo?”

You looked over at your Aunt Stina. She was perplexed, confronted with mixed emotions. You had teary eyes from the overstimulation, so you just wanted a cuddle.

“Is Stina okay, Mummy? Does she need a hug?”

There was cheering everywhere. Mummy had a very wide grin, and rosy cheeks similar to yours, except you were cold and she was exhausted. The 120-minute frenzy had left you feeling fatigued in your seat on the bench. It was a lot to ask a three-year-old to sit quietly without fuss without the company of her Mummy and her Aunties.

“How bout you ask to see if she wants one, sweets?”

You nodded.

With the comfort of Kyra in the first half, and Leah in the second, you were pretty much well-behaved. But after your favourite Auntie — though Stina Ballerina and Lee Lee never liked you saying that — Frida went down and stretched off the pitch, you instantly grew angsty and agitated. This was only exemplified with Mummy was subbed on in place of.

You ran over to Stina, yanking softly on the woman’s shorts.

“Do you need a cuddle, Auntie Stina?” You asked, fiddling with your zipper as you spoke. Your hood was up upon your Mummy’s discretion, the media attention on you the foremost of her worries.

“Oh, I always need a hug from you, Lilo, älskling.”

“Okay! Thank you!”

Stina knelt down at the feeling your body heat holding onto her calf, swiftly picking you up and cradling you in her grip. Vivi came up behind you, wearing a matching Arsenal jumper, fitting her medal over your neck.

“You scored the winner, Auntie.” You proclaimed, engulfing Stina’s jersey next to your cheek. “You are a superhero Stina. I think your a sparkle.”

Alessia’s giggles were heard not far from where you stood, the thought of you talking about people being a ‘sparkle’ endearing to her.

“Wow, Lilo darling, you think Stina did well?”

“Mummy, of course! She's a sparkle, remember?” You looked between Stina, Vivi, and Mummy. “Mummy and I were calling you a sparkle on the bus after you gave me a cookie, remember? Thank you, Auntie, you really are a star.”

It was considered your thing. To call someone a sparkle was your view of an utmost compliment. You are a star, superior in all ways, and for Stina, she hugged you a little tighter knowing you relished her hard work.

No amount of compliment could outshine a sparkle.

“You are too kind, Lilo,” Stina responded, her blush prominently painting across the bridge of her nose. “Thank you, but you are the biggest sparkle of all.”

You were now pressing your face against the woman’s cheeks, reaching out to play with Mummy’s collar. “Thank you!”

You eventually pushed away from all the celebratory chaos, waddling over to Lee Lee, and Kimmy, knowing they’d provide some serenity to your hyperness.

They were on their way to receiving the trophy, and when you found your way squelched between them, Lee picked you up, placing you inside the trophy with a plonk.

Everyone laughed and cheered as you were lifted into the air, celebrating flambountaly for their sparkle.

Not only as individuals, but as a club.

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you can ask for request or other player who are in the other part of the masterlist!

masterlist part 1 - masterlist part 3

lia walti (arsenal - switzerland)

steph catley (arsenal - australia)

charli grant (tottenham - australia)

kyra cooney-cross (arsenal - australia)

alex morgan (san diego waves - usa)

fridolina rolfö (fc barcelona - sweden)

mapi leon (fc barcelona)

ona battle (fc barcelona - spain)

alexia putellas (fc barcelona - spain)

mary fowler ( man. city - australia)

[billybob598]

I also love f1! Honestly football and f1 is the best combination!

Could I request a fic about f1 champion reader x steph catley or Frida maanum? One about them attending a race weekend and reader driving the best race she's ever had? Maybe some out-of-movie-like scene where reader gets out of the car and gives her parents a big kiss to dedicate the win to them?

Sorry for being so long, I hope it isn't too much trouble!

Ok sounds good! I'm currently working on a f1 x leah williamson fic sooo hopefully that'll be done in a couple days and I can start working on this one. Maybe by the end of next week this one will be done