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close to you | k.m./c.f.

katie mccabe x caitlin foord x child!reader | 2.9k | how your mammy's jersey's came to be on your wall and you asking caitlin to add hers next to your mammy's

ˏˋ°•*⁀ this is part of my new little starfish universe. this was the idea that started the thoughts of this whole universe tbh. i always thought this would be a cute little concept so i hope you all love it like i do

You didn’t like the dark, so your mammy got you a nightlight and made sure it was turned on and working every time before she went to bed. But she’d always wake up to you there in her bed.

You didn’t like the silence of the night, or the occasional creeks of the house, so your mammy got a little echo dot for your room. Connecting it with the house so she could make sure soft music was playing to drown out the noises of the house. But she’d still always wake up to you in her bed the next morning.

You were convinced that something scary was in your wardrobe or under your bed, so your mammy would check every night before she went to bed. But she’d always wake up to you crying out for her. When she took the doors off your wardrobe and added fairy lights to keep the dark areas light and when she still woke up to you either crying out for her or in her bed, she didn’t know what else to do.

Katie didn’t know when she let you sleeping in her bed become a habit but she knew that it was one that would be tough to break. She liked having you close, knowing you were safe if you were in her arms, but she knew that you had to try sleeping in your own bed before you were both too dependent on each other.

Having tried everything Katie could think of, she almost gave up temporarily on trying to get you to stay in your own room overnight. Almost, until you basically gave her the answer that she had needed.

Another morning you’d woken up in your mammy’s arms after sneaking into her bed during the night again, ‘Good morning my little starfish,’ Katie brushed your baby hairs out of your face, smiling down at you.

‘Mornin’ mammy,’ Your voice, small and soft, only just having woken up, you cuddled more into your mammy. Though you clung onto her when you felt Katie start to move you off of her. Your mammy laughed a little, you’d always do this thinking that you were able to keep her down and stop her from moving. You might be little but you always had this determination.

‘I like being close to you mammy,’ Your words continued to play in Katie’s mind while she continued to do your hair, until an idea finally appeared, her final attempt at getting you to stay in your own room overnight.

‘Which one’s would you like, starfish?’ Your mammy had laid out a few of her Ireland jerseys and some of her Arsenal jerseys in front of you.

It was a hard decision, because you liked all that had mammy’s name and number on them and all of them had that on them. Eventually you had decided on one Ireland and one Arsenal, the Arsenal jersey being from the recent season since they’d also given you your own mini Arsenal kit so that one you chose would match that.

The next day when you’d come home from spending the day with Beth, Viv and Myle, you hugged your mammy tightly, ‘Starfish, I’ve got a surprise for you,’

‘What is it mammy?’ Katie carried you to your bedroom, covering your eyes before you both entered the room. Your eyes widened when you saw your newly decorated walls with mammy’s jerseys, ‘Looks so cool,’ You wiggled out of Katie’s arms and climbed onto your bed to get a closer look.

‘Gotta be careful starfish, can look but don’t touch them,’ Katie was quick to say when she noticed your little hand reaching up to touch the frames that the jerseys were in, ‘Now, even while you sleep, I’ll always be close to you,’ Your mammy kneeled on the bed behind you, wrapping her arms around you.

‘I love you mammy,’

‘I love you starfish,’

Your mammy’s jerseys on the wall was the perfect solution to you sleeping in your own bed, though every now and then when you’d have a bad dream you’d still sneak in or cry out for her. But for most nights since you loved sleeping in your own room.

The jerseys you had on your wall were quite important to you. Every night since their addition, you’d say goodnight to each one and look up at them while falling asleep. It gave you a sense of comfort that helped you each day and only because they are your mammy’s and she gave you that sense of comfort and safety normally each day.

It was always you and mammy and mammy’s friends. ‘It takes a village’ well your village was arsenal, you were being raised there. There wasn’t a day where your little self wasn’t running around with the arsenal girls. You didn’t have favourites but you did have those that you’d gravitate towards.

Laia, Kyra and Vic would always keep up with your energy and pull you in to cause mischief around the training grounds. Beth, and Viv, had Myle and that was an instant win in your eyes. Caitlin, well Caitlin was your mammy’s best friend who was always around and then became your mammy’s best friend who was always at your house and now also stayed there.

Katie was worried about how you’d react to her relationship with Caitlin and how it might change the dynamic in the house, but she honestly had nothing to worry about. You’d been around Caitlin enough beforehand that she was a familiar presence in your life.

Some moments were a bit rocky, but you and Caitlin eventually found your dynamic and Caitlin quickly became your ‘Caity’ as you called her. At first your mammy thought you’d learnt her name and started to call her that instead of mammy, ‘No mammy, Caity,’ You pointed towards Caitlin, ‘My Caity,’ You smiled and so did both Katie and Caitlin. Caitlin had become someone in your life, close to what your mammy was to you.

Caitlin became part of your daily routine, part of your night routine. Both your mammy and your Caity would squeeze into your little bed with you, read you a little book before you’d say goodnight to them both along with the jerseys of course. After a little while, it felt like something was missing. You couldn’t figure it out, but you felt a bit of unease when they’d both leave you for the night.

Though you continued to go about your days, that feeling that something was missing was easy to ignore during the day but at night it always crept back to the forefront of your mind. It wasn’t until you were skipping along following your mammy around the pitch after a match when you were looking around at some of the signs that the fans were holding.

‘...can I have your jersey?’ Was what you read on the sign. It felt like everything in your mind cleared and it all made sense. You were missing Caitlin’s jersey on your wall. When they’d both leave your room, you’d still be left with your mammy’s presence but you didn’t have Caitlin’s.

‘Mammy, I’m gonna go to Caity,’ You tugged on your mammy’s shirt so she’d let you go off by yourself over towards where Caitlin was interacting with fans.

‘Alright starfish, be safe and go straight there,’ You laughed loudly when your mammy picked you up and threw you in the air before catching you again, ‘Tell Caity I love her,’ A kiss on your forehead and you were set back on the ground making your way to Caitlin.

The fans made your appearance known to Caitlin before you did, turning around to watch you skip your way across the pitch to her. Smiling wide and instantly scooping you up into your arms, resting you on her hip, ‘My favourite little starfish,’

You smiled wide at Caitlin and gave a little wave to the fans that you were near. You liked the fans, they’d give you bracelets and want you to sign their things and they were always nice to you so you’d always be nice back to them.

‘Caity,’ You turned your attention back to Caitlin, grabbing onto the front of her jersey a little, ‘Can I have this? I’ve got mammy’s but I need yours please,’ You gave her your best pout in the hopes it would persuade her to say yes in case she’d say no, even though she couldn’t say no to you, ‘Don’t tell mammy though!’ Your eyebrows furrowed together, a big frown on your face and the fans that overheard and saw the interaction promised to keep it to themselves.

Even though Caitlin would almost give you anything you wanted, she was still a little confused as to why you wanted her jersey, ‘Why do you want mine, starfish?’ Caitlin was still holding you on her hip, your head laying on her shoulder. You were getting tired, match days were always a big day for you, and cuddling more into Caitlin so she’d taken you both away from the fans and down the tunnel a little bit while you waited for Katie to join the two of you.

‘When you and mammy say goodnight, mammy still stays but you’re gone and I need both you and mammy with me,’ Caitlin was the one to help Katie put her jersey’s on your wall while listening to the story that led up to why Katie was doing this, so Caitlin wasn’t unfamiliar and connected what you were talking about. Your eyes had closed not long after you spoke, Caitlin’s never left you. Her eyes lighting up in a way that they only really do when she looks at you, though it was definitely a different kind of shine they held when looking at you.

‘What’s got you so smiley?’ Katie smiled when she caught the sight of you and Caitlin, wrapping her arm around Caitlin’s waist and giving you a light kiss on your forehead not wanting to wake you up.

‘Just thinking of how much I love starfish,’ Caitlin spoke so softly and her eyes didn’t leave you. Letting out a soft, content sigh before looking at Katie, ‘And how much I love you,’

‘Such a charmer,’ Katie chuckled softly, a soft kiss shared between them before continuing to walk down to grab their things and yours as well, ‘I love both you and starfish too,’

A few days after that match it was just you and Caitlin at home while your mammy was out for the day. You were bouncing around holding the jersey that you’d asked Caitlin for the other day, the frames were all picked out and you couldn’t be more excited, ‘Got to pick a aus-aust,’ Your eyebrows scrunched together, if there was any word that would be your enemy it would be australia. Letting out a little huff you remembered what you’d learnt from Kyra when she noticed you struggling the first time saying it, ‘A straya one now!’

Caitlin let out a little laugh while muttering under her breath, ‘Spending too much time with Kyra,’ The attempt at mimicking their accents would never not be amusing on top of your already mixed accent, ‘What about this one starfish?’ Caitlin was holding up her jersey from the world cup, the match against Ireland.

You recognised the flag on the jersey, lifting your hand to hover your finger over it, ‘Mammy lost,’ As soon as you said that, Caitlin was instantly worried that she’d chosen the wrong one to suggest. Even though she thought it would be the perfect one since it was still connected to your mammy but also since you’re Irish and Caitlin’s Australian that it could display the connection between the two of you, ‘But Caity won. I love it, thank you Caity,’ You beamed, grabbing out for the jersey while jumping on top of Caitlin and wrapping your little arms around her.

Having both Caitlin’s Arsenal and Australia jersey’s in your arms, they were one step away from officially being placed on your wall. It took Caitlin a bit longer than it did Katie to put the jersey’s on the wall, being Caitlin’s only helper was you and your little arms wouldn’t reach. But you helped by getting distracted with everything in your room and talking Caitlin’s ear off with whatever new facts you’d learnt recently.

‘There we go!’ Caitlin took a step back, proud that she had managed to finally hang the jersey’s so they were level and not on a slight lean.

The first time you saw it all put together, nothing else could take your eyes away from it. In your heart you could feel that everything felt right now, the piece that was missing was finally found and put into place. You jumped up on your bed and lifted your hand up towards the frames, ‘Be careful starfish, you can look but don’t touch them. Want to keep you safe,’ Looking back at Caitlin, you smiled. Those were the same words your mammy said when she’d just put her jersey’s up. Caitlin was your Caity and you just knew she was going to be that for forever and you couldn’t be more happy to have her in your life.

‘Caity,’ You looked up at Caitlin’s jersey’s, ‘Mammy,’ Looking back at your mammy’s, ‘My Caity and my mammy,’ Caitlin smiled wide while looking at you, she didn’t know what she’d done to deserve to have this role in your life but she would always cherish it. In Caitlin’s eyes you were perfect.

‘My starfish,’ You laughed loudly when Caitlin came up behind you and scooped you up into her arms, tickling your sides a little, ‘Forever going to be my little starfish,’

‘Even when I’m big and stronger than you and mammy?’ You held up your arm and tried to ‘flex’ just like you’d seen your mammy and Kyra do so many times around training, they’d even tried to teach you how to.

Caitlin laughed, you really were just a tiny Katie, ‘You could be a thousand times stronger than us and you’d still be our little starfish,’ Your nose scrunched up when Caitlin tapped it lightly.

‘I can’t wait for mammy to see,’ As if on cue you heard the jingle of keys in the front door and knew it was your mammy, ‘Mammy! C’mon Caity,’ You slid off Caitlin’s lap, grabbing a hold of her hand, dragging her to where your mammy had just walked through the door.

Like always your mammy knelt down and held out her arms for you to run into, picking you up and spinning you around. It was the same every time and every time it would make you giggle, ‘I missed my little starfish,’ Your mammy kissed your forehead gently, ‘And I missed you too,’ Katie, still holding you in her arms, leaned over towards Caitlin, giving her a little kiss. Even with it being a short kiss, they both still felt your little hands pushing at their faces.

‘No, no time for that,’ They both smiled and laughed, Caitlin knew you were excited to show your mammy the newest additions to your room. You were excited, you know your mammy would be happy to see. Caitlin was important in your life and you knew she was important to your mammy, ‘I got a surprise for you mammy,’

‘Oh? A surprise for me?’ Katie raised her eyebrows, holding you out a little so she could properly look at you. You gave her an enthusiastic head nod with a small ‘mhm’, gripping onto your mammy’s shirt, ‘Well I guess I can’t keep you waiting, unless,’ Katie dragged out her words, teasing you. You let out a small huff, ‘Just kidding starfish,’

‘Caity, cover mammy’s eyes!’ You exclaimed once your mammy placed you back on the ground. Katie rolled her eyes when she felt Caitlin cover them, you took hold of your mammy’s hand and led her to your bedroom, ‘1…2…3…now Caity!’

Following your instructions, Caitlin removed her hands, a soft and quick kiss on Katie’s cheek, ‘You’re going to love this,’ And Caitlin was right. There weren’t any words that could express just how much Katie loved the sight in front of her.

Katie loved the relationship you and Caitlin had grown to have, how you also saw Caitlin as an important part of your life. Your mammy listened to you, her eyes a little glossy but all from how much happiness she was feeling, while you told her exactly why you’d asked Caitlin for her jerseys. How the arsenal one matches both yours and your mammy’s, you did ask if you could have an arsenal jersey with your name and Caitlin’s number so you could wear that to the matches sometimes.

Your mammy listened to every word you had to say and at the end she gave you the biggest hug you’d ever had before. Looking over Katie’s shoulder you signalled for Caitlin to join. Caitlin joined the two of you, wrapping her arms around you both, kissing both of your foreheads. The three of you were wrapped up in each other's embrace and in each other's love. There was no doubt that you weren’t loved.

‘My mammy, my Caity,’ You whispered out, cuddling further into the two of them.

Katie and Caitlin looked at each other, then back at you, ‘Our little starfish,’

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artyandink · 30 days ago

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wyoming

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SUMMARY: DEAN AND SAM DIDN’T NEED HELP ON A CASE, RIGHT? IT WAS JUST SOME COVEN— BOBBY JUST HAD TO SAY THEY NEEDED A SPECIALIST. BUT THE RESULT AIN’T SO BAD, IF HE SAYS SO HIMSELF.

TW: HAPPY DEAN :)

NOW PLAYING:

• STARGAZING BY MYLES SMITH

• HEAT WAVES BY GLASS ANIMAL

• STEAL THE SHOW BY LAUV

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Stupid Bobby sending a stupid specialist.

“Dude. He’s literally trying to help.” Sam scoffed, looking up from his lore— did Dean say that aloud? Looks like it. Damn, that was really meant to be in his head. But yeah, he should probably be a little lot more respectful to Bobby considering he was only trying to help. Dean didn’t know why, he’d found himself haunted by your voice ever since that vamp case in Wyoming. Haunted by your voice, by you. You just seem to stick in his head, cause not everyone had called him princess.

Princess. Should he feel emasculated?

“I know.” A knock at the door sounded when a pen was wedged between his lips— yeah, that should be the witch specialist Bobby called. Was that even a thing, or did Bobby just whip up a fake job in the guise that he was being a helicopter dad?

Sorry, Bobby.

Sam opened the door, and in came a combat boot attached to a voice that had been rattling around in his head for way too long. “Heard you boys needed some help—” You stopped in your tracks upon seeing Dean sitting down at the table, pen between those pouty lips that you saw curving into a smirk not so way-back-when. “Princess.”

“Wyoming.” Dean retorted, pen dropping from his mouth as he stood up— his feet did that on their own. “Suddenly, I’m not so pissed.” A grin spread on his face, regarded by Sam with a weird look.

He looked between the two of you, a little weirded out by the familiar interaction. “Uh, am I missing something? Did you two hook up, cause I—I didn’t know—”

“Dude. It’s cool.” You chuckled, waving him off. No, you wouldn’t hook up with Dean, even if he was objectively and factually attractive. What? You were woman enough to admit when a guy’s attractive, it’s not hard. He’s attractive. Two words. “We didn’t hook up.”

“No, she helped me with the vamp scrape back in Wyoming a few months back.” Dean grinned— well, it was kinda standard to assume every girl who’s familiar with Dean that Sam doesn’t know was a past hookup. It really was.

“You mean I saved your ass, right?” You smirked, and shit you were still that one hell of a woman.

“You helped my ass, there’s a difference.” He rolled his eyes playfully, offering you a seat. “Take a seat, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart again?”

“Bingo.”

“Ok, princess.” You sat down, and it felt like a warm blanket, hearing you say princess. Not as a figment of his imagination, but actually to his face.

Eh, somehow he felt that you were a kindred spirit. He was probably wrong.

Maybe.

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anikaluv · 2 years ago

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JUST FOR PRACTICE —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff (slight angst?)

❤︎︎ cw: cussing, nail biting, Miles (e!42) is named Myles (creative Ik), Miles (e!42) teases reader a lil bit <3

❤︎︎ summary: Spider-Man!Miles and Prowler!Miles as Twins where you have a crush on Miles (e!1610) and Miles (e!42) suggests you make out with him for practice.

❤︎︎ w/c: 1.6k

❤︎︎ a/n: I was reading miles morales x reader fics then I thought of this and went “It would be so cool if someone wrote it”. Then I did, cause I’m a bitch who gets shit done. 😘

PART TWO EXTRA

You and Miles have been inseparable since y’all were born. You two seemed to be tied together like a knot. You could always fondly go back and look through memories of him holding your hand while leading you through forests, him sharing his PB&J’s with you during lunch time, and him protecting you numerous times from bullies as the years went by. He was always there for you.

So much that you’ve fallen head over heels for him.

Yet you were too scared to ruin the deep friendship you two have. Too terrified of the chance that everything you two had going to waste because of your feelings, so you kept to yourself.

Which leads you to the present day, you sit on Miles’ bed as he takes a shower before you start the study session you both had planned.

Nervously, you fidget with your fingers, eagerly awaiting his return. The truth is, you don't need these study sessions. As an all-A student, you grasp the subjects effortlessly. However, you seize any opportunity to spend time with Miles.

Your mind wonders as curious eyes scan his room and land on his sketchbook. Your instinctively get up and reach for it, not caring for the overstep of privacy because c’mon, you knew this guy before you knew how to walk.

Excitement courses through you as you eagerly flip through the pages, revealing beautiful sketches of family, sunflowers, among other things. However, as you reach the more recent pages, your heart starts to sink.

Gwanda, Miles' so-called friend who conveniently always seems to be "out of town," yet he never ceases to endlessly complement her and fills his sketchbook to the brim with pages of her. What's so extraordinary about her? You've known Miles since you both were starting to crawl, while she has only been in his life for a few months, and suddenly she's this incredible person?

With a heavy sigh, you set your sketchbook down, feeling your vision blur as you make your way back to sit on Miles' bed. Tears well up quickly as you bury your face in your hands, sobbing silently. Unfortunately, the sound of approaching footsteps awakens your senses. You hastily wipe your eyes with your sleeve, although it's already too late.

"Oh great, looks like la llorona (crybaby) is sobbing once more. What's the matter, ma?" Miles strolls in, his voice oozing with condescension. He leans against the doorway, owning a smug expression. You can't help but roll your eyes and let out an exasperated groan at the mere sight of him.

Myles Morales. The worst person you’ve ever met. You’ve always wondered how him and Miles are even related. Ever since you were little he’s been a stick up your ass. You would always go back and flinch through memories of him pulling your hair as you scream and cry, him destroying all of your brand new dolls because they “needed a makeover ” , and him notoriously bullying you numerous times mercilessly as the years went by. He was always there, annoying you.

You cross you arms and let out a exasperated huff as you turn away from him. “Don’t you have someone else to annoy Morales? I’m not in the mood.” Myles chuckles at your childish behavior and struts into the room to sit beside you.

He inspects your face, frowning at your red eyes and stuffy nose. “I’m serious, mami. Those pretty tears only look good on your face if I’m causing ‘em.“ Myles softly grabs your chin and moves your face towards his. He raised his fingers to softly wipe your tears as you look deeply into his eyes.

Your heart quickens yet instead you release the insult bubbling in your throat. "Thanks for your oh-so-worrisome concern, Morales," you retort, venom lacing your words. He smirks in response. “Anytime, princesa (princess). I’m serious though, you cryin’ cause of my brother again?” You nod slowly looking away from his pitying gaze.

You bite your nails as your eyes look around the room once more landing on Miles sketchbook. Pain flickers in your eyes, catching Myles' attention.

The realization settles in Myles which is showcased by his new scowl on his face. “Ah I see, Its cause of that lil’ white chick, right?” Your eyes widen at how Myles was able to guess it correctly, you nod again slowly and try to concentrate on breathing before you continue wailing. “I just don’t understand, what’s so special about her? Was I ever even special to him if I could be replaced so easily?” You clench your fists, digging your nails into the fabric of your jeans, scrunching them up as your lip quivers.

Myles sucks his teeth in annoyance, followed by a deep sigh that catches your attention. “Why don’t you just tell him this, ma? Bet that’ll make him realize what’s in front of him.” You quickly shake your head, rejecting the idea. "I can't. It's not that simple. If I confess how I truly feel, what if it ruins everything? I can't risk that," you explain anxiously. Myles rolls his eyes at your dramatic response.

"There's no way it would go down like that, but let's entertain your idea. Are you saying all it would take is courage for you to confess to him?" he asks, testing the waters. There’s a different look in Myles eyes, they’re filled with mischief as he slowly scoots towards you.

“Well, yeah, I guess? Why?" You answer your voice layered with curiosity at Myles newfound demeanor. You tilt your head in confusion, What was he planning?

A gasp escapes your lips as Myles firmly grabs you waist tightly. His big hands pull you against him harshly. Instantly his lips lock with yours, showcasing deep desire as his kisses you. Your eyes widen momentarily before you surrender, closing them gently and placing a hand on his chest.

You wrap your arms around Myles' neck, deepening the kiss, your tongues intertwining desperately. He tastes so sweet, like slightly burnt caramel. Your body molds into his, feeling the hard contours of his muscled yet lean chest beneath your palm as you press into him.

You let out a soft whine against his lips, the sound echoing with a mix of pleasure and longing. Your breaths become heavy, synchronized with the intensity of the moment. Your mind becomes fuzzy, confused how you got to this point.

"There's no way it would go down like that, but let's entertain your idea. Are you saying all it would take is courage for you to confess to him?"

“Well, yeah, I guess? Why?"

“Why not just practice the having the real thing wit me?” Myles watched you scoff at the idea and laughs softly.

“I’m serious, ma. C’mon, just for practice, it’ll only be fo a lil bit. Just imagine I’m him” Myles brings his face closer to yours making your noses brush against each other.

“It’ll only be for a sec right?”, you question Myles nods, sensing he’s winning you over. “Promise, mi alma (my soul)”

You nod your head, and that gave him everything he needed.

Now you have your arms wrapped around Miles neck, playing with his braids as he layers kisses across your collarbone, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. Myles tugs at your shirt rising it up to lay his hand against your waist skin to skin. The heat from his hand placed on your waist shoots heat throughout your body.

You begin to sway, your strength ebbing away as your mind becomes blissfully hazy. Myles, ever attentive, keeps you steady, his hand resting firmly on your back while the other remains securely on your waist. He rises slightly, locking eyes with you, a playful chuckle escaping his lips as he delights in your slightly intoxicated-like state.

“C’mon, mi vida, you can’t be tired yet. I just got you.” he playfully teases, causing your face to twist with confusion. You lean your head into his shoulder leaving kisses along his neck.

Myles takes up your hand and interlocks it with his fingers. He tilts your face up to him. You look into his eyes and see something there, you just can’t tell what. He places kisses laced with adoration across your face, feeling like lighting sparks erupting across your skin.

“Mami, I haven’t always been the nicest to you, I admit that, but I also wanna admit that I-“

Right on cue, you once again hear the steps of someone walking towards the room. It must be Miles finishing his shower.

Your suddenly feel a wash of consciousness rush through your senses as you try to shuffle and fix your wrinkled clothing and correct your shriveled hair. Myles watches you and smirks at your attempt to clean up.

Miles soon steps into the room wearing a fresh set of clothes, “Sorry it took me so long, I got way into my shower playlist haha. You ready to sta-“ He eyes land on you and Myles, you watch as his face turns to confusion.

“Imma take that as my sign to leave” Myles gets up and heads to the doorway and starts to head out, before he turns his neck around to say one more thing. “I’ll see you around, ma. Let me know if you ever need more practice aight?”

EXTRA: You hurriedly shuffle to your backpack to go get your notebooks and supplies you usually use for your study sessions. As you do that Miles can’t help but watch as his brother slowly struts out the room pride written all over his face. Miles swore that as his twin left the room his could see a lipstick stain adorning Myles’ neck.

ENDING A/N: Thank you for reading this- Ion know if imma keep writing I just felt like making this at 2 am lol. Also please lmk if this is fast paced or not, that was on my mind while writing this whole thing. 💀 Love ya’ll babes <3

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nerdigga · 1 year ago

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^^^^^!!!!!

THE SPACEWHALE GRAVEYARD WAS SO COOL AJPEOFNEJGIHCUEIENDOWMSS

THAT'S THE KIND OF WORLD BUILDING I'M HERE FOR!!!

#THISSS #I thought that was so cool #I was like what if there were like… other space/sea creatures feasting on the whale like an actual whale fall #scavengers #whale graveyard will always be a god tier concept #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka #space whales #purgill #myles shut the fuck up challenge

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alotofpockets · 7 months ago

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A fluffy meet-cute | Steph Catley x Reader

Where you meet Steph after Calvin nearly runs you over

A/n: Happiest of birthdays to @totaly-obsessed 💗

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It was the first sunny day of the year, which meant that along with the rest of London, you were enjoying it while it lasted. With a small picnic blanket, a book, and your bottle of water, you headed to the park. You weren't surprised to see many people had the same idea as you, which you actually thought was quite nice.

Not only did the weather give the summery vibes you had been longing for, your surroundings were as well. Kids were playing together and dogs were running around. Some people were chatting and others were reading like you were, or just simply enjoying nature.

After reading a couple chapters of your book in the warm sun, you deemed it time for a little water break. With the book down, your surroundings come back alive. The bustling joy still ever present, this was exactly what you needed after this spell of bad weather.

While in the middle of a sip of water, you see a blur of golden fur charging your way from the corner of your eye. Before you can even respond to the fast approaching animal, your water goes flying everywhere.

The dog couldn't care less for getting your shirt soaking wet, he just started drinking the water that was now pooling on the ground where the open bottle had fallen.

You put the bottle back up, hoping to save at least some water for later. “Hey fluffy boy, you must've been so thirsty.” He looks up at the sound of your voice, and excitedly jumps up and down in front of you before going in for a cuddle.

The dog was rather large, but didn't seem to know his own size as he plopped down on your lap. You gave him a couple pets, before his owner came running your way. “Calvin, what did you do?” The woman gasps as she sees your soaked t-shirt and water all around you. “I am so sorry.” She says, this time to you.

When you look at the dog still in your lap, you can’t help but smile. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Calvin is a sweetheart and my shirt will dry soon enough.” The girl visibly relaxes, glad you’re not mad. “Yeah, it’s not often that the London weather will get you to say that.” She laughs. “I’m Steph by the way.” You can’t help but notice the girl’s accent and realise she isn’t from around here. “I’m y/n. Have you been in London long?”

“The accent still gives it away then.” She laughs. “Yeah, I’ve lived here for a couple of years, but I’m from Australia.” Calvin had fallen asleep in your lap in the short time that Steph had stood besides your blanket. “Do you want to sit with me for a bit? I would love to hear what brought you to London, and it seems like Calvin is down.”

Steph’s face lights up, “Yeah, I’d love to.” She sits down on the opposite end of your picnic blanket, and gives her dog a quick scratch behind his ears. “So, what made you trade the sunny beaches of Australia for the unpredictable weather that London has to offer?”

“Well, work actually brought me here. I play football professionally and was offered a contract to play at Arsenal. Before that I played in the US, so I had parted with the Aussie beaches for a bit before that.” You listened to her intently, loving getting to know her. “That’s so cool! Do you play for the Australian national team too then?” Her face beamed with pride, and you knew the answer just from that. “Yeah, I will actually get to captain the team to the Olympics this summer.”

“What? No way! That must feel like such an honour.” She smiles and nods, “Yeah it really is, but enough about me. Tell me about you. Has London always been home?” You start telling her a bit about yourself, and enjoy the time spent getting to know Steph.

A bit further into the park, Steph’s friends wondered what was taking so long. “I’ll go take a look.” Beth said, “Come on Myle, let’s go find Calvin and Steffy.” The dog ran off sniffing her surroundings, and Beth followed along.

When Beth spotted Steph talking to you and Calvin peacefully lying in your lap, she smiled to herself. She didn’t want to interrupt the moment you two seemed to be having, but Myle seemed to have a different plan as she ran into Steph’s lap.

“Oh hi Myle girl, where did you come from?” She says petting her. “Is she your dog as well?” Steph shook her head. “No, just Calvin. Myle is my friend’s Beth and Viv’s, us and a couple other girls from the team went to the park together.”

“She’s very cute, I hope I am not keeping you away from your friend’s.” Steph shakes her head quickly, “Oh no, I’ve been enjoying getting to know you a lot. Plus they have each other, I’ll see them again later.”

Beth realised that Myle was just as content as Calvin was on the picnic blanket, so she turned back around. “I thought you were going out to find Steph and Calvin, how are you coming back without them and now missing Myle too?” Jordan asked.

“Oh I found them.” She plops down next to her friends. “Calvin is playing matchmaker. He was fast asleep on this girl’s lap, and Steph was sitting with her deep in conversation.” They all thought it was very cute and were rooting for you. “Wait, that doesn’t explain the missing Myle.” Alessia realises. “Myle wanted to join in on the fun and jumped into Steph’s lap.”

You had talked to Steph for so long that your shirt was now all dry again, yet you didn’t even notice cause you were too deep into conversation with her. It wasn’t until a group of girls approached you that Steph looked away from you for the first time that she had sat down. “Oh hi girls, this is y/n. Y/n, these are Beth, Viv, Jordan, and Alessia, the girls I told you about.” You wave at them, while they are all looking between the two of you with smirks on their faces.

Viv is the first to speak up. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n. We were gonna head down the road to get some coffee, would you want to join us?” You looked over to Steph to see if she would be okay with it, and the hopeful look in her eyes told you enough. “I’d love to, thank you for the invite.”

You found a table outside to keep enjoying the sunny day, and enjoyed your coffee whilst getting to know Steph’s friends. With the coffee order were also two puppuccino’s which the dogs were thoroughly enjoying as the whipped cream covered their chins.

From start to finish, it had been the perfect day. Before you said your goodbye’s, Steph asked if she could see you again, so you exchanged numbers. You couldn’t wait to see her again after the wonderful time you had had together.

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wileys-russo · 1 year ago

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the set up II l.wienroither x reader

"-yeah she said she'd be here at ten but she's probably still on australian time." beth shrugged as viv gave her a look and laura frowned a little in confusion.

"that is not how it works." viv sighed with a shake of her head as her blonde girlfriend grinned with a shrug. "who will be here?" laura asked curiously, engaged in a fierce game of tug of war with myle on the sofa.

"oh my cousins coming over! the one whose been livin in australia for a couple years." beth exclaimed happily, kicking a few pairs of shoes out of the way as viv hurried to put them away in their proper place afterwards.

"oh she is back now? cool, have you seen her yet?" laura asked, hissing a little as her focus slipped and myle teethed on her hand for a moment. "no!" laura remanded firmly as the puppy watched on unfazed, launching off the sofa toward one of her toys.

"yeah she's moved back here now, living with her best mate until she can find a place of her own. we went for dinner a few days ago and caught up, she's a girl with a lot of stories." beth chuckled, the door bell cutting her off before the conversation could go any further.

myle barked and sprinted off to the door, getting under beths feet as she scooped her up and swung it open. laura wasn't able to see much still sat in the living room by herself, now suddenly wishing she'd asked before inviting herself over like she normally would.

"urgh beth! i don't know where her tongues been." you whined as your cousin held myle up allowing her to lick all over your face before viv came to save you and gently tugged the puppy away into her own arms.

"welcome back!" you grunted as your cousin quite literally jumped on top of you, stumbling a little as your knees almost buckled but you caught your footing. "i saw you a few days ago you idiot." you laughed, squeezing her before she dropped back down.

"but i didn't see you for like a year beforehand so i win!" beth stuck her tongue out as you rolled your eyes. "she's so tiny." you grinned, viv handing you myle as you cooed at the small dog, craning your head away to avoid her licking you again.

"don't avoid her kisses thats rude!" beth gasped snatching her back as you hugged viv hello. "our friend laura is here as well." the dutch woman nodded for you to follow, beth already disappearing.

laura felt herself get a little tongue tied as beth quickly introduced the two of you, and unsure how to best greet you she settled for a friendly wave and a smile which seemed to suit as you did the same and took a seat beside beth.

"your accent is all sorts of messed up we'll need to work on that if you want to be accepted as a british citizen again." beth teased as you playfully rolled your eyes, shoving her and falling into conversation.

an hour or so later beth and viv stepped out to get lunch ready, inviting both you and laura to stay as the two of you got to know each other better, finding it almost effortlessly easy to speak with one another.

"so why did you move back now?" laura asked, the subject not really having been brought up yet as you shrugged.

"australia is beautiful and the people are wonderful but its expensive to live there. and my family are all getting older and i miss seeing them as often, my friends are all getting engaged or having kids and it just felt like the right time to come home." you answered simply with a smile.

"and it would seem like the perfect time since i get to meet you!" you cooed at the small puppy sat chewing on a toy in between you and laura.

"lau's been trainin her!" beth poked her head in as you looked to the austrian impressed. "really? hope they're paying you for your services!" you grinned which she reciprocated. "i am a dog whisperer who sadly works for free." laura sighed dramatically.

"we pay you in food you're almost here now more than when you lived here laura!" beth yelled out from the kitchen. "go on, show me your skills." you smiled, tucking your legs beneath you and shuffling around a little.

"okay. myle, pang!" laura made a gun with her fingers and mimicked shooting, the small dog just looking up at her unmoving. "myle, pang!" the footballer tried again with a frown, huffing as again myle clearly didn't do as she wanted.

"myle, pang!" you hid a smile behind your hand as laura manhandled the dog, slamming her onto the sofa with a huff. "she is normally more obedient." the austrian blushed with embarrassment as viv whistled and myle leapt down and raced off to the kitchen.

"no that was brilliant, she fell down all by herself!" you teased the blonde who knocked her leg against yours with a playful glare as the two of you fell back into conversation.

"viv! look at them." beth whisper yelled to her girlfriend who raised an eyebrow but shuffled over none the less. "lau likes her!" beth grinned excitedly as vivs frown deepened. "what is not to like? i think i like her more than you." viv shrugged as beth scoffed.

"not like that. like likes her!" beth tried again as her girlfriend returned to dishing up lunch. "like likes?" the dutch questioned with an amused smile as beth rolled her eyes.

"yes! look at the way they're looking at one another. they're both single, around the same age, both could use a little somethin." beth shrugged like it was the most obvious idea ever.

"beth." viv warned with a raised eyebrow. "they would be quite cute you know, and then if they got married laura really would be part of the family!" beth grinned happily.

"no! you do not get to meddle, leave them be. if they like each other they will figure it out themselves." viv warned, pointing a pair of tongs at beth threateningly who huffed. "what those two? not a chance! all they need is a little loving push." the blonde winked and yelled out lunch was ready.

"are you coming to the match tomorrow?" laura asked curiously as the four of you sat around the dining table after lunch. "football isn't really my thing." you admitted with a shy smile as beth let out a long and overly dramatic sigh.

"yes she's the black sheep and the secret shame of the family, we actually exiled her to australia but clearly it didn't work." your cousin shook her head in disappointment.

"you do know you are sitting with three footballers, yes?" laura laughed as now you were the one to blush. "i'm not a sports person okay! thats not illegal." you rolled your eyes and sank a little deeper into your seat.

"you don't have to be a sports person to enjoy and support the womens game, terrible feminist you are." beth continued to tease as you scoffed.

"i am not! that is so unfair i don't enjoy watching any sports men or womens, equality!" you rebutted, beth and you arguing back and forth as viv nodded for laura to help her clear the table leaving you both to it.

when they returned it seemed you'd reached some sort of agreement as the conversation had shifted topics. "she's comin!" beth sang out with a victorious grin as you puffed air out of your nose and sent her a scowl.

"she bullied me into it and i'm only going in hopes of beth getting smacked in the face with the ball." you shrugged as now it was her turn to gasp and scowl. "when i'm on the return from a very serious injury? insensitive little shit you are." your cousin shook her head.

"you can sit with me and leah!" laura offered with a happy smile, frowning a little as you groaned and threw your head back. "not leah!" making your cousin laugh. "ohh yes leah, perfect idea lau!" beth grinned as you banged your head onto the table.

"what is so bad about leah?" the defender asked still a little confused. "she doesn't shut up the entire game and she mansplains everything to me like i'm a toddler!" you dragged your hands down your face as viv chuckled and patted your back.

"good! you need a 101 in proper football appreciation and education missy, and lau and lee will make sure that happens."

"yes i know! you told me that ten minutes ago leah." you sighed deeply as once again the blonde explained why the offside was called.

"im just making sure you understand! stop looking so miserable mate there's worse places you could be spending a sunday." leah pinched your cheek as you huffed and pushed her away, subconciously shuffling a little closer into laura who was sat on your other side.

"now do you see what i mean?" you whispered to the girl who let out a quiet laugh. "do you want to switch seats? i am very used to her talking." laura offered as you nodded eagerly and swapped, though leah was too busy groaning about the ref to pay much attention.

now freed from most of leahs commentary you instead found yourself much more enamoured in laura's takes on things, smiling at the way her nose scrunched up in annoyance when she disagreed with a call, or the way her eyebrows furrowed together and the tip of her tongue would push out when a pass was missed or possession taken.

"one thing i'll miss about australia is the weather." you huffed, wrapped in about five layers but still chilled to the bone as you were struggling to adjust back to the harsh realities of a frosty london winter.

"here, keep your ears warm." laura grinned, taking her her beanie off her head and tugging it onto yours, dismissing your protests with a wave of her hand and quickly changing the subject.

leah turning to lecture you about throw in etiquette was a little surprised to see laura now next to her, even more so as she noticed the way you two seemed so wrapped in your own little bubble as if you'd been friends for years.

with a raised eyebrow the blonde pulled out her phone, sending beth a message she knew wouldn't be seen until later and instead subjecting poor kim to her commentary who was sat on her other side.

by the end of the game you really could have sworn you'd known laura for years, it was near scary how comfortable you felt around her. which is why when beth offered for you to join some of the team for dinner and laura encouraged you come, you accepted.

though as you showed up to the restaurant beth had messaged, right on time, your guard was back up as you couldn't see your cousin or any of her teammates anywhere.

waiting outside in hopes everyone was just running late you breathed a little easier as laura showed up, the austrian caught a little off guard now as you pulled her into a hug which she settled into after a moment.

"no one is here?" laura frowned as you filled her in and shrugged. "beth said it was under her name maybe they are in another room or something." laura headed over to the front and gave beths name, and sure enough the hostess nodded for the two of you to follow her.

but as soon as she showed you to a table very clearly set for two, things started to make a little more sense. "oh sorry no-" laura tried to speak with the hostess but she was gone before she could say another word.

hearing your phone go you pulled it out reading the message from your cousin. "what?" laura questioned as you let out a scoff, turning your phone so she could read the message.

from; messy beffy ohhh no we got the time and the restaurant wrong....guess you and laura will just have to get dinner together instead, sorry!

"i don't understand. they forgot where we were going?" laura questioned clearly confused as you chuckled. "no, beth set us up." you sighed knowingly with a shake of your head. "she what?" lauras frown deepened a little.

"like...like a date. she's trying to set us up on a date." you explained knowing your cousin all too well, cheeks tinted slightly pink as lauras eyes widened in surprise. "oh." she stated bluntly, eyebrows shooting upward.

"but we don't have to! we can just go home, beth is just very very nosy." you assured, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "no! we can stay, if you want to?" lauras own cheeks flushed red as you both stammered around your words before eventually taking a seat at the table.

the first half an hour was painfully awkward, both of you clearly a little unsure what this dinner actually was and not wanting to be the first to ask.

but once your food came and gave you some common ground the awkwardness began to melt away a little, both of you slipping back into a more comfortable pattern of conversation like you had before.

by the end of dinner once again it was like you'd known her for years, laughing and smiling and chatting about anything and everything as you both really got to know one another.

as you stepped away to go to the bathroom laura pounced, paying for dinner which you told her off for once you returned but your protests fell on deaf ears as she waved away all your offers to split the bill.

"what are you doing?" laura asked, seeing the uber app flash up on your phone as the two of you stepped out of the restaurant. "my best friend dropped me here but she isn't answering, i think she's asleep." you laughed with a shake of your head.

"i'll take you?" laura offered sincerely. "really? that would be great, thank you." you smiled, following her to her car.

"you can pay next time then!" laura teased as she pulled up outside your best friends house, who didn't live all too far from where you'd had dinner as you continued to berate her for paying. "you'd want to go out again?" you asked a little surprised as laura realised what she'd said.

"yes." the girl confirmed before she could overthink it, a smile settling into your features.

"good, i would too."

"do my eyes deceive me or are you here willingly and even looking like you might have enjoyed it?" leah gasped as you hovered by the barrier with a roll of your eyes, waving to viv over her shoulder who was busy trying to shake off victoria who'd jumped onto her back.

"don't get used to it williamson, i only come now you can't send me to sleep with your horrendous ongoing commentary and rules and boring chat." you teased, ducking as the taller blonde swung at you.

"please. i know the real reason you're here all too well buddy and whose name is on the back of that jersey even if you think you can hide it behind that jacket." leah smirked, ruffling your hair as your cheeks flushed bright red.

"shut up. i already get it enough from beth!" you groaned, pushing her away halfheartedly as the blonde you were really wanting to talk to started to make her way over.

"so its official then?" leah grinned happily, perking up as you shushed her. "no, we're just...enjoying our time together. now go away! go pester someone else." you rolled your eyes as leah chuckled, pulling you into a hug before racing off to catch up with lia.

"hi." you greeted with a soft smile as laura now arrived in front of you. "hello!" she beamed happily, the two of you settling into a hug which lasted a few seconds too long, neither of you really wanting to let go.

"red looks nice on you." laura poked at the arsenal home kit adoring your top half, the top she'd managed to wrestle you into this morning after you'd spent the night, placating all your whining with an abundance of sweet words and kisses.

"don't know, think i'd rather it was blue. i do really like light blue!" you teased, arsenal having just beat manchester city five to three. "sehr lustig, liebling." the austrian retorted in german making you frown.

"you promised no more german unless you tell me what it means, im still learning." you huffed with a frown. "with your very strange accent i don't think you will ever learn." laura teased with a smile, eyes flickering down to your lips for a moment.

"hey! i've been back here for weeks now, my accent is very very normal." you shook your head with a playful glare. but your conversation was interrupted as a flash of red barreled into laura, pulling her into a half hug half headlock.

"well hello lovebirds!" beth beamed, laura pushing her off with a roll of her eyes. "go away bethany." you sighed, but hugging her none the less. "where did you get this then! a football fan finally, i'll make sure you start to get invited to the family functions again." beth grinned tugging at laura's jersey on your person as you flipped her off and smacked away her hands.

"i'll pretend it says mead on the back then, shall i?"

"come on tiny tank lift with your legs! you've got two good knees now, no excuses." you teased the blonde who shot you a glare, dropping down the boxes in her arms with the rest of the pile and collapsing onto your sofa.

"is that everything now?" the girl groaned, hand covering her face tiredly as her body shone with a slight sheen of sweat and you closed your front door, gently placing down the box of kitchenware on the dining table.

"everything for today!" you announced, rounding the sofa and collapsing on top of laura who grunted. "stop pouting! you're my girlfriend lau its part of the job to help me move." you teased, shuffling back to push yourself up on your arms.

"if i knew that i would not have asked you." laura sighed, squealing as you pinched her sides for the comment. "would you rather we go back to sneaking about with my roommates around all the time?" you quirked an eyebrow.

"oh god no, they are more nosy than beth." laura groaned, hands sneaking up the back of your top and pulling you to lay back against her.

"don't you mean cupid!" you rolled your eyes, both of you constantly subjected to your cousins endless boasting that without her you'd never have gotten together.

which might have been partially true but you weren't going to give her the satisfaction of agreeing with it.

now finally settled back into london you'd secured a new job and an apartment all of your own. you and laura had only been seeing one another officially for about eight weeks so you'd both agreed it was too soon to move in together.

"you know even though you're my girlfriend maybe i should pay you for all your hard labour today baby." you sighed, lazily kissing her jaw as she perked up a little. "i think that is what is fair schatz." laura agreed with an eager nod and a smile.

"for building the sofa." you softly kissed one side of her neck as she squeezed your hips. "for helping me carry the fridge." you moved your lips to show the other side of her neck a little attention.

"for walking up and down all those stairs." you sighed, kissing the corner of her mouth. "for carrying all those heavy heavy boxes." you drawled sarcastically with a pout, kissing the other corner of her mouth, purposefully missing where she really wanted you.

"and for being the best girlfriend ever." laura smirked, tapping her lips expectantly as you raised an eyebrow. with a playful roll of your eyes you leant in but stopped, lips ghosting hers with a smile.

"the best girlfriend ever deserves dinner cooked for her." you whispered, pecking her lips quickly and trying to stand but before you could even push yourself up laura had easily flipped your positions now hovering over you.

"lau!" you laughed as she interlaced her fingers with yours and pressed them into the sofa, hazel eyes ablaze with adoration as she stared down at you, lips curled into a smile before she pressed them eagerly against yours.

you melted into the kiss with a small sigh of pleasure, hands cupping the back of her neck as she let you up, hers tangled in your hair.

the defender shifted a little on top of you before deepening the kiss, her tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth before she pulled away, teeth tugging at your bottom lip teasingly.

"i think as the best girlfriend, furniture builder, footballer and mover ever i should get to choose my own reward liebling."

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pocket-watcher · 9 months ago

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I slowly opened the door. My roommates had been acting weird the past few days, but I’d shrugged it off.

There, leaning against his desk on one side of the room was Carter. Sitting on Carter’s bed, one of the few places there were to sit in the room, was Myles.

“Uh… you needed me?” I looked up at Carter. His usually playful demeanour was slightly off. I looked at Myles to see if he had any clue what was going on but he seemed like his usual smiley self.

“Yes… what do you know about hypnosis?” Carter asked.

My face felt hot, and so, I bluffed.

“Not much. I think I saw it in some TV shows?” I felt my voice go higher than normal.

His eyes lit up in challenge.

“Do you believe in it?” He asked again. Myles seemed confused too.

“Not really, I mean. It’s kinda sci-fi, right?” I laughed it off - pushing down any thoughts of he knows he knows oh god he knows-

“Maybe. What about you, Myles? Do you believe in hypnosis?” Carter had a mischievous look in his eyes.

Myles brushed it off. “Nah, of course not. It’s like flying or telekinesis or something.”

Carter locked eyes with me.

“Wanna see a cool trick?” He asked, raising his fingers to snap.

“No!” I heard my own voice ring out.

There wasn’t any fear or attempt to stop this from Myles. Just confusion. From me, however?

I’d just given myself away.

Carter snapped and Myles’ head dropped instantly, rolling back and forth before settling in the centre of his chest.

Carter grinned wickedly.

“What did you do?!” I gasped, running over to him. “Myles? Can you hear me?”

No response.

“What did I do?” Carter asked, still not moving from where he was leaning. I kept one eye on him as I shook Myles, getting more desperate. “Why, the same thing I’m about to do to you.”

The statement echoed inside my head. Fear. Dread. Excitement.

I slowly turned to look at Carter.

“Myles, stand.” Carter ordered.

Myles’ eyes opened, half-lidded, mouth agape. He stood and I backed away from him.

“Good boy.” Carter praised.

I started to panic. Shit. Do I run for the door? Both of them are faster than me. Stronger than me too, probably. Why the fuck didn’t I run more or go to the gym or-

Myles mindlessly lunged for me. I scrambled to get away but faltered as the only direction of escape was right towards Carter.

He was waiting there. Watching. Smiling. As if it was all going exactly to plan.

Myles grabbed both of my arms. I’d backed into him in fear, recoiling from Carter at the last second. I struggled but, just as I’d thought, I couldn’t break free.

For the first time during this ordeal Carter stood up and approached us. I looked away, getting a full look at Myles’ blank face looking straight ahead, no matter how much I pleaded with him to just listen to me.

“I understand.” Carter cooed. “You don’t want to submit to me straight away. You like the chase. The struggle. But I know you want to give in to me…”

I looked at him defiantly. The wrong decision. Maybe if I’d thought more about it I’d have realised that was exactly what he wanted.

Carter’s eyes were deep, swirling, drawing me in.

I’d always found him attractive, but now? Now it was like I was losing myself in his eyes. My thoughts slowed. My heartbeat quickened.

I felt my head begin to bow. I tried to look away. Really, I did. But Myles’ hand grabbed my chin and forced my eyes forward once more.

Carter looked at me proudly, as if he’d ensnared his pray. He looked hungry. Cocking his head from side to side and eyes shining as I mirrored his movements.

I felt a smile slowly form on my lips. I was drowning, sinking into his eyes. At some point Myles let go of my arms and began massaging my shoulders. Deeper, deeper. He must’ve known my legs were too weak to run.

It was all so meticulously planned, like a checklist.

Lure me in? Check.

Use Myles to stop me from leaving? Check.

Send me deeper? Check.

Make me lose focus? Check.

Staring into those gorgeous eyes? Check.

As simple and as easy as 1.. 2.. 3…

“You’re doing great. Both of you. Oh the fun we’re going to have with two of you now…”

#good boys make more good toys what can I say #it’s one of the hottest hypnotic situations out there #hypnosis #hypnok1nk #mind control #brainwashing #hypnotized #mindfuck #watcher writes #watcher’s stories

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af-answers · 5 months ago

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To Artemis, Myles, and Beckett: Have you been to Disney World and if so, which was your favorite ride/attraction and favorite snack?

Artemis and Myles: Mission SPACE.

Beckett: The Incredicoaster was SUPER COOL!

Holly: The Rise of the Resistance ride was really cool. I liked all the effects and the story.

Lazuli: The Haunted Mansion.

Holly: As for favorite snacks, I'm a fan of the classic Dole Whip, Beckett is a disgusting little carnivore and likes the turkey leg, Lazuli likes to make herself sick trying to eat the jumbo pretzel all by herself, Myles will only eat frushi, and Artemis's favorite, of course, is something called Croque Glacé.

#artemis fowl #lazuli heitz #holly short #myles fowl #beckett fowl

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xanticore · 6 months ago

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐓

Genre: fluff

Setting: mid 2010s ,, L.A.

Warnings: a bit of an age gap, but reader is over 22 while James is in his early 50s.

Summary: You were hired by Lars Ulrich to babysit his kids. You and his kids were hanging out by the neighborhood pool when suddenly James came to the pool with his own. You always had a crush on him and your friend was there to help you throughout the process of you talking to him...despite you being extremely scared. ( for no reason because he a teddy bear fr lool )

A/N: i honestly dreamt about this when i was napping today. i thought it would be cute for me to put it in fic form

James is a single dad

You and the two kids were walking along the sidewalk on your guys way to the pool. The sky was clear and the sun was blazing down. The kids were bored at home so you thought it was nice to have some exercise and enjoy the day. They were walking next to you, talking about anime and video games-which you didn't fully understand but you still thought it was cool when they occasionally asked you this or that questions. Upon arriving, it was just us three there which had Myles and Layne be extremely happy.

They wasted no time in throwing their stuff on a pool bench and jumping into the pool together-causing some of the cold water to hit you. "You guys be careful ok?"

"OK!"

The two laughed as you laid your towel down on the bench laying right under the big umbrella shade. It was perfect. You took out your book and read for about 30 minutes or so. Your friend, Lani was an off duty lifeguard but did her check ups of the new employees before heading over towards you. "I knew I'd catch you here. How's the two trouble makers?"

Your eyes went up to see your friend and instantly had a grin on your face. "Hey Lani! and no trouble makers here. They are occupied with their water guns and ben10 toys to even think about doing something bad." You joked, laying your book down and grabbing a water.

The two of you talked which seems like an hour or two. The kids were out the pool taking a quick lunch break; talking amongst themselves while you still chatted with Lani.

"MYLES! LAYNE!" You heard two kid voices and footsteps running towards you. "Hey you two!!" Myles got up to hug Marcella and Castor. "Hi miss Lani, I miss (name)" Castor yelled, causing you to give a chuckle and wave. Since they are here, you saw James walk through the gate putting the kid's stuff down. You're heart skipped a beat; making you sit up abruptly.

"What the-" Lani said confused as you startled her. She took notice of the fact you kept eyeing James. He was shirtless, only wearing his black swim trunks. "Ohh I understand-"

"Huh? what nooo pfftt nah he's wayy too old for me-" You quickly argued trying to shut her down and ignored the fact that she had a big smirk on her face. "Be for real right now (name) I know you have a thing for him." She leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. You couldn't deny it because it was obvious in your stiff body language and sudden lack of communication. You knew you had a think for older men but not to his age. You didn't know why he would make you be so drawn to you. Was it his build? tattoos? personality? all the above? All you knew that he was your type but you couldn't make moves-scared you would get rejected.

"The scary jitters I know...but...Im his kids swimming teacher at the recreation center. Maybe I can help you get to talk to him?"

You listened to her offer as you chewed the inside of your cheek. You relaxed a bit, nodding afterwards. "Tell me how I should go about this-"

Lani went into detail on how to approach him and even how to start conversations. It really didn't help but instead it gave you unnecessary anxiety for no reason. Some key points you did take in consideration was confidence. Standing straight and making sure you look presentable. On the other hand; you are an introvert. The talking part was where you were struggling. You knew him and he knew you; conversation wouldn't be too hard you thought.

"Look, the kids are playing, he's over there on his phone. its the perfect time to get your ass over to that silver fox and make. Some. Moves!" Lani tried boosting your spirits up and that made you stand up and walk towards the spot he was laying down at. "Hey James~" You said a bit nervously. You're voice was shakey but he didn't seem to notice it.

He looked up and gave you a smile before sitting up. "Hey (name) I didn't know you was baby sitting~" He lied. James knew Lars was going to be out and about with his other son today. What he didn't expect was for you to be at the pool as well. You sat down at the edge and tried your best not to make a fool out of yourself.

You looked over at Lani, giving you the double thumbs up. You giggled a bit before turning your attention back to the man next to you. "Yeah im hanging out with them today. it's been fun so far."

"Enjoying yourself though?"

"I am actually. a perfect get away from staying inside all day. I didn't wanna miss out, you know?"

"I understand. Thats why i'm here as well"

You guys made good conversations and took a moment to realize he is very easy to talk to. Each conversation was more intriguing than the last and he was also one to crack dad jokes here and there-you couldn't help but laugh or just tell him not to say something corny again, which happily understood.

The two of you made ways in the pool, playing marco polo with the water guns and match of pool volleyball. James was sometimes very close to you without him noticing it and it made you blush everytime you were near his chest. It was hard for you to not just hug him tightly out of nowhere, but you kept your composure and went on with the pool games.

Lani gave you a quick wink before heading out. You were now scared because your friend wasn't there to give you anymore tips.

"Hey, (name) after this, you think you would like to grab dinner with me?"

James asked, his voice sounded focus and wasn't expecting him to say that as he was aiming shots at Layne and Castor. "Pardon-"

"Only if you..you want to of course-"

"Yeah sure, I would love to go."

"Great...because I was nervous that you probably wouldn't, but im happy you do~"

You smiled to yourself keeping all your excitement to yourself. All your weight was off your shoulders knowing the feelings were mutual.

a/n: then i woke up. i hope yall enjoy my first james fic.

dividers: cr to owners

#metallica #james hetfield #metallica x reader #james hetfield x reader #metallica scenarios #metallica fanfic #fluff fanfic #fanfic #fluff #lars ulrich #jason newsted #robert trujillo #cliff burton #kirk hammett #rockstar x reader

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lvnleah · 4 months ago

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Grumpy game days

part two to the Rory in America series! thank you to @scribblesofagoonerr for help throughout this!

series masterlist can be found here!

August 17th 2024.

When Beth’s alarm went off at six-thirty this morning, you were still fast asleep so she decided to let you sleep in. You’d been in America for two days now and your body was slowly starting to get used to the time change and last night you slept right through for the first time.

Beth took the time she had to take a quick shower and get herself ready for training in the bathroom, careful not to disturb your sleep as she prayed today wouldn’t be another grumpy one. Your grumpiness was yet to disappear.

You weren’t enjoying America one bit, you had to wear suncream all the time and it made your skin sticky. You were constantly tired too and were missing your home comforts like your bedroom and other teddies. You were also missing Viv a lot, you were so used to being with her and Beth that it felt weird not having her around.

When Beth returned to the bedroom, she found you awake, sitting up in bed, and already frowning. The moment you saw her, your little lips pushed out into a pout, and your eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

“Why didn’t ‘ou wake me up?” you grumbled, your voice still thick with sleep.

“You needed some more sleep! We can’t have you tired can we, eh?” Beth smiled, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She reached out and smoothed down your wild bed hair. “Mummy had to get ready and now you need to do the same thing so we can go see all your aunties at training!”

“I don’t wanna go to training,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance.

Beth’s heart sank a little. She knew this trip was difficult for you, being so far away from home, your routine, and Viv. But she also knew how much you’d love it once you were more settled.

“I know, bubs,” Beth replied, keeping her voice soft and calm. “But after training, we’re going to see some cool places, like the big tall monument and the White House! Maybe we can even get some ice cream after.”

But you were having none of it. Your small feet kicked at the covers as you flopped back onto the bed, turning your face away from her. “I don’t care. I don’t wanna go. I wanna go home!” You whined.

Little tears started to fall down your face from how overwhelmed and tired you were feeling. Beth was quick to pull you onto her lap and rub her hand up and down your back as you snuggled into her chest, holding Twix close to you.

“I miss Mamma,” you said in between tears, “I miss Myle too.”

“Oh baby, I know,” Beth said, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Why don’t we give them a FaceTime, huh?”

You sniffled, nodding slightly against her chest. Beth kissed the top of your head before reaching for her phone to call Viv, hoping that hearing her voice might bring a little comfort to you.

As the phone rang, you stayed curled up in Beth's lap, clutching Twix still tightly to your chest. After what felt like forever, the screen lit up with Viv's face. She looked a bit tired, but her eyes lit up the moment she saw you.

"Hey, mijn meisje!" Viv smiled. "Why are you crying, Roo?”

You sniffled again, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. "I miss you, Mamma. And I miss Myle too.”

"I miss you too, sweetheart," Viv said gently. "And Myle misses you a whole bunch. But guess what? You’re going to have so much fun today with Mummy and all your aunties. And Myle and I are going to be right here when you come home, okay?"

You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip as you tried to process Viv’s words. "But I don’t like the sun!”

Viv smiled, her expression filled with love and patience. "Mummy knows and she’ll make sure you’re okay. You know she will. But how about you try to have fun first? You might see something really cool today that you can tell me all about later. I want to hear all about it, okay?"

Your tears had slowed, "Okay… I guess.”

Viv chuckled softly. “I’ll be waiting for you when I’m back from Australia with the biggest hugs and all the kisses. And maybe even a surprise.”

You perked up slightly at the mention of a surprise. "A surprise? What kind?"

Viv laughed. "Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it? You’ll just have to wait and see."

Beth, who had been watching the exchange, smiled softly at how Viv managed to calm you down with just a few words. She mouthed a "thank you" to Viv, who winked in response.

"Alright, bubs," Beth said, gently stroking your hair. "Why don’t we get you ready now? And maybe while you’re getting dressed, you can think about what you want to tell Mamma about your big day, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a bit better after talking to Viv. "Okay, Mummy."

"That’s my girl," Viv praised. "And remember, you can call me anytime you want. I’m always here, okay?"

"Okay, Mamma. I love you," you said, your voice small.

"I love you more," Viv replied. "Now go have some fun today, alright?"

With a final wave, Beth ended the call and turned her attention back to you. You looked up at her, still a bit hesitant but willing to try.

"Come on, sweetie," Beth said softly. "Let’s get you ready for the day. How about you wear your dungarees?”

“Dungarees!” You cheered, slowly sliding off Beth's lap. “Can Twix match?”

“Of course, he can!” Beth smiled, “Why don’t we get you ready then we’ll get his suitcase out and pick an outfit out for him, yeah?”

You nodded your head in agreement before picking out your dungarees from your wardrobe that had all of the outfits you’d picked out before you came. Beth helped you get dressed into them because you hadn’t quite figured them out yet before taking you into the bathroom to do your hair.

Beth carefully braided your hair, her fingers working quickly and gently to create the perfect "Elsa braid" that you loved so much. She smiled to herself as she watched you in the mirror, noticing how your mood seemed to be improving with every small act of care. Once your hair was done, she gave you a little spin in front of the mirror, and your face lit up with a shy smile.

“Can I bring Twix with me?" you asked, holding your teddy bear close to your chest.

"Of course, you can," Beth replied, picking up your tiny matching dungarees for Twix. "Let’s get him dressed too, and then we’ll be all set to go."

Once Twix was dressed and safely tucked under your arm, Beth took your hand and led you out of the hotel room. As you walked down the hallway, you spotted Step waiting for you in the lobby.

"Hey, Roo!" Steph smiled, crouching down to your level. "Ready to have some fun today?"

“I spoke to Mamma this morning!” You smiled, not caring or acknowledging her question.

Steph gasped, “You did?! I’m so happy for you, Roo! Are you ready to explore a little?”

“Yeah!” You nodded your head excitedly, still holding Beth’s hand, “Mummy says she has to train first though…”

Beth laughed, “That’s exactly how I feel about it too, Roo. It won’t be long but you’ll get to draw and play with Buddy!”

You perked up a little at the mention of your little cousin Buddy, who was your Auntie Leah’s daughter. You knew time would pass with the both of you colouring and possibly stealing a football to play with. You also knew that Monkey and Kyra would somehow get roped in and keep you both entertained.

With your hand in Beth’s, you made your way down to the coach as you chatted Steph’s ear off about the recent drawing you’d made for Viv. The coach ride to training passed quickly and before you knew it you were set up on the sidelines in the shade with a colouring book and Buddy beside you.

As Beth jogged onto the training pitch with her teammates, she couldn't help but glance back at you and Buddy sitting comfortably in the shade. You were both absorbed in your colouring books, with Monkey and Kyra sitting next to you.

Training started with the usual drills, but Beth's focus kept drifting back to you. Now and then, she'd catch sight of you showing Kyra your latest masterpiece, and she'd see her head nodding seriously in response. It brought a soft smile to her face.

As the session went on, Beth could feel the heat creeping up on everyone. She knew you’d start to feel uncomfortable soon. Training was soon over and after everyone was freshened up you all gathered onto the coach.

You ended up at a place called the Washington Memorials, or at least that’s what Beth had told you. Beth had made sure that your hand was tightly holding hers at all times and your other one was clutching Twix as you walked in between her and Steph.

“Look at the big building, Roo!” Steph gasped, kneeling down beside you as she pointed in front of you. “Do you know the name of it?”

You shook your head, “That’s the Washington Monument! Isn’t it big?” She explained.

“Sooo big!” You nodded, “What’s that over there?” You asked, turning around and pointing to a big white statue of a man in a big building.

“That’s Abraham Lincoln, he was the president!” Beth explained, “Isn’t it big?”

You nodded, “Woahh! Yeah, can I get a statue like that? That’s so cool!”

Beth laughed, shaking her head, “You have to do something special to get a statue like that, Roo.”

After taking some pictures, including one with Twix posing in front of the monument, you continued your walk around the National Mall. You were starting to get tired again, the sun was starting to make you feel all sticky.

As the sun beat down, you began to fidget more, tugging at your shirt and rubbing your eyes. The excitement from earlier was quickly fading, replaced by the discomfort that had been creeping up on you. Your hand started to slip from Beth’s as you dragged your feet along the path.

Beth noticed immediately as she crouched down in front of you. “Are you okay, Roo?” she asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.

You shook your head, your lower lip jutting out in a familiar pout. “It’s too hot, Mummy,” you mumbled, clinging tighter to Twix. “I wanna go back to the coach.”

Beth sighed, she had hoped the outing would be a nice distraction, but she knew how easily overwhelmed you could get in the sun. “Okay, sweetie. Let’s go back to the coach.”

Steph, who had been walking with you, turned around to see what was going on. “Everything alright?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.

Beth nodded. “I think Roo’s had enough for today. We’re going to head back to the coach.”

Steph gave you a sympathetic smile, “I get it, Roo. It’s super hot out here, huh? Why don’t I tell Jonas and the team then come back with you?”

“Are you sure?” Beth said, “We'll be fine if you want to see some more bits.”

Steph shrugged, “I’m finding it pretty boring if I’m honest, can have my favourite little person bored now, can we? How about I carry you back so your Mummy gets a break?”

You didn’t hesitate to nod, reaching your arms out to Steph. She quickly scooped you up, and you buried your face into her shoulder, already feeling a bit more comforted being held. You stood with Steph for a bit while Beth quickly filled Jonas in on where they were going.

“Steph Catley, the personal carrier!” Beth laughed as she returned, “Saves my arms at least! He said it’s fine, let’s head back, yeah?”

Beth followed closely, her hand resting on your back as you made your way through the crowd. She could see the exhaustion in your little face and knew that cutting the visit short was the best decision.

When you finally reached the coach, Beth helped Steph settle you into a seat, making sure Twix was secure in your arms. “There you go, bubs. Let’s get you out of the sun,” Beth whispered, wiping a small bead of sweat from your brow.

You crawled onto Beth’s lap, resting your head against her chest. “Can we go back to the hotel after this?” you asked, your voice small and tired.

Beth nodded, rubbing your back. “Of course we can. We’ll get you a nice cool drink, and then we can rest in our room. How does that sound?”

You nodded, your eyes already starting to droop. “Okay, Mummy.”

Steph sat down in the seat next to you. “You did great today, Roo. Did you have fun?”

You managed a small smile as you nodded, “Yeah… but I’m tired. Legs hurt…”

“They’re only small aren’t they?” Steph laughed as you nodded once again, “Those little legs have done a lot of walking today!”

Beth kissed the top of your head. “We’ll be back at the hotel soon, bubs. Until then, why don’t you take a nap?”

“Okay,” you whispered, finally letting your eyes close as you snuggled into Beth’s side, your hand still clutching Twix tightly.

You soon fell asleep and cuddled up to Beth’s chest as her finger brushed up and down your cheek. She knew how hard this trip was for you, and she was determined to do whatever it took to make you feel safe and loved, even if it meant adjusting plans and making sure you were always by her side.

The team soon got back onto the coach and you headed back to the hotel, Beth even managed to carry you in and lay you down in bed without you waking up.

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That next day was match day, you loved getting to watch Beth play but today you weren’t excited. It had been another rough night for you both with you waking up multiple times throughout the night for different reasons.

“Look at you, Roo!” Beth smiled as she crouched down in front of you and fixed your Arsenal shirt. “Should I take a picture so I can send it to Mamma? She’d love to see your shirt!”

You perked up a little at the mention of Viv, “Yeah! Make sure to get a photo of the back so she can see your name on it!” You told Beth before posing with Twix.

After Beth had taken a few photos of you and Twix, she packed your backpack with snacks and toys that you had told her you wanted to take with you.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself arriving at the stadium and getting off of the coach with Beth. Once you got to the changing rooms, Beth stopped and crouched down to your height.

“Okay Mummy needs to go get ready,” she explained to you gently, “Can you go with Auntie Lia and Vic while Mummy gets ready to play and warms up? I’ll come to see you before the match yeah?”

Your tiny hand gripped Beth's tightly, your eyes wide with uncertainty as she knelt down to your level. The atmosphere of the stadium overwhelmed you, and the thought of being away from Beth even for a short time made you feel overwhelmed as you clutched Twix tightly.

"But I wanna stay with you, Mummy," you whispered, your voice barely audible. Your bottom lip quivered, and Beth could see the anxiety building in your eyes.

Beth's heart ached at the sight. She knew how much you were struggling with all the changes and new experiences, and the last thing she wanted was to make you feel any more uncomfortable.

"I know, sweetheart," Beth said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "But Mummy has to get ready so she can play the match. I promise I'll be back before you know it. Auntie Lia and Vic are going to take really good care of you, and they'll make sure you have lots of fun!”

"I stay with you until you have to go on the field?" you pleaded.

Beth hesitated for a moment, considering your request. She could see how much it meant to you and knew that pushing you too hard might only make things worse.

"Alright, bubs," Beth finally agreed, her voice gentle. "You can stay with me while I get ready. But as soon as I need to go out for warm-ups, you'll go with Auntie Lia and Vic, okay? And then I'll come see you right before the match starts."

Your face brightened a little at her words and you smiled. "Okay, Mummy," you agreed, nodding your head.

Beth smiled and kissed your forehead before standing up, still holding your hand. "Come on then, let's go to the changing room."

Beth found her spot and you sat down while she got changed into her kit, "Are cheer loudly?” She asked you.

You nodded eagerly, "I'll cheer really loud!"

Beth laughed, "I know you will. You're my best cheerleader."

Soon enough, it was time for Beth to head out for warm-ups. She crouched down in front of you one more time, making sure you had everything you needed. "Alright, sweetie, it's time for me to go now. But remember, I'll be back really soon. Auntie Lia and Vic are going to take you to the stands where you can see everything, and I'll come find you before the match starts, okay?"

You hesitated for a moment but then nodded, trusting Beth's words. "Okay, Mummy."

Beth kissed your forehead again, and then gently passed you over to Lia, who took your hand with a warm smile. "We're going to have so much fun, Roo!" Lia said, her voice full of excitement.

"Yeah, and maybe we can even get some snacks while we wait," Vic added, giving you a wink.

You gave a small smile, still holding onto Twix tightly. "Okay," you agreed, feeling a bit more at ease.

As Beth headed out to the field for warm-ups, she made a mental note to check in on you as soon as she could. After her warm-up, Beth made a quick detour before heading back to the changing rooms. True to her promise, she found you, Lia, and Vic sitting in the stands. Your eyes lit up when you saw her, and she felt a bit of relief knowing you were okay.

Beth knelt in front of you as you munched on some popcorn, "You doing alright, Roo?"

You nodded, your earlier anxiety mostly forgotten. "Yeah, Mummy. We got popcorn!"

Beth gasped, matching your excitement, “Oh I’m so jealous! You’ll have to save me some!”

"I will!" you promised, giving her a big smile. “And I’ll cheer for you!”

“Oh, I can’t wait!” Beth said. With one last kiss on your forehead, Beth headed back to the locker room.

As the game began, you sat between Vic and Lia, your small hands busy with a colouring book, while the noise of the stadium surrounded you. Despite the excitement around you, your focus remained mostly on your drawings, glancing up occasionally to see Beth when she was near the ball.

"Look, Roo! Mummy's got the ball!" Lia pointed out, her voice full of enthusiasm as she tapped you gently.

You lifted your head just in time to see Beth make a pass. Your eyes widened, and you cheered softly, "Go, Mummy!"

Vic chuckled beside you. "That's right! Keep an eye on her, Roo. You might see her score a goal!"

You giggled, but then quickly returned to your colouring, the stadium's energy not quite matching your own. "I'm drawing a picture for Mummy," you announced, holding up your book to show them.

"Oh, that's beautiful!" Vic praised, "Mummy's going to love that."

"Yeah!" Lia agreed. "Maybe we can give it to her after the game. What do you think?"

You nodded eagerly, "She can put it in her locker!"

"Perfect idea," Vic said, smiling down at you. "Mummy will be so happy when she sees it."

The game continued and the noise of the stadium started to get to you. The cheers, the shouts, and the general buzz felt overwhelming. The heat didn't help either; despite the excitement around you, beads of sweat started to form on your forehead, and your cheeks turned pink.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on your colouring, but it was getting harder. Finally, you looked up at Lia, tugging on her sleeve.

"Lia, it's too loud," you whined. "And it's hot. I don't like it."

"Oh, Roo, I'm sorry it's making you feel like that. How about we take a little break?" Lia said, “Would you like some water?”

Vic nodded in agreement and handed you a bottle of water. "Do you want to sit on my lap, Roo?”

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded, feeling a bit more at ease with the idea. Vic helped you climb onto her lap, her arms wrapping around you securely. You cuddled against her, the noise and heat a bit more bearable now.

Lia smiled softly, “If it gets too much, we can always go somewhere quieter."

With Vic’s arms around you, the overwhelming sounds of the stadium faded a little, and the heat wasn’t so bad. You felt safer, and even though the noise was still there, it wasn’t as scary anymore.

“Do you want to keep colouring?” Vic asked.

“No thank you,” you murmured as you relaxed against her.

For the rest of the half, you stayed on Vic’s lap, her presence making the noise and heat more bearable. Now and then, Lia would point out something on the field, and you'd peek out to see, but mostly, you were content to just sit quietly, feeling safe and loved in the midst of all the excitement.

When halftime came, Beth was subbed off, and after a quick cool-down, she made her way straight to the stands. You saw her approaching, and without hesitation, you jumped up from Vic’s lap.

“Mummy!” you called out, your voice filled with excitement. Beth caught you easily, lifting you into her arms and holding you close as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

Beth smiled and placed a kiss on your cheek, “Are you having fun?”

You nodded, though your hold on her didn’t loosen. “Yeah… but it’s loud,” you admitted, pressing your face into her shoulder.

Beth rubbed your back. “I know, sweetheart. It’s a big place, isn’t it? But you’re doing so well. Do you want to come sit with me on the bench for a bit?”

You looked up at her with wide eyes, “Can I?”

“Of course you can,” Beth smiled, “Come on, let’s go.”

With you still clinging to her, Beth carried you down to the bench where the rest of the team was sitting. She made sure you were comfortable, sitting you down on her lap, your small legs dangling off the edge. The sun began to make you feel grumpy as you played with the hem of your t-shirt and held Twix close to your chest.

“You hot?” Beth asked you as she noticed your grumpiness settling back in.

You nodded your head, your face scrunched up, “Mhm, it’s too sticky.”

“What’s wrong, mini meadema?” Katie asked from beside you.”

“Hot and tired,” you grumbled, your tiny fingers playing with Twix’s ear. “Missin’ Mamma too.”

“I know, kiddo,” Katie said, “But yer will be back home with her before yer know it! She’ll be so excited to see ye!”

“I don’t get why I’ve been shoved out here, when I could be doing something in there to help!” You heard Monkey grumble as she came to sit back in her seat.

You weren't entirely sure what she was upset about, but she was making her point known that she was upset.

You couldn’t help but listen to Monkey and Kyra talk about whatever it is that had gotten Monkey so worked up about, but whatever it was, you guessed it must have been important.

You were too hot and bothered to even want to talk, you were much more comfortable sitting on Beth’s lap with Twix. You don’t even realise when Leah and Buddy came to sit beside the two of you, it was only when Beth spoke up did you notice they were there.

“Hi, Buddy!” Beth greeted, giving her a small wave as you continued to sit on her lap in a grump.

You had good reason too though when it was so hot, and you missed Viv a whole lot.

You couldn’t care less about the conversation going on around you, needless the conversation that Kyra had struck up with Buddy, who seemed to be upset about something as well.

You wondered where did her own Arsenal top go? That was probably what she was upset about.

“Monkey, stop!” You heard the small protest of Buddy, looking at the older girl with a glare that was scarily identical to Leah’s.

Whatever Monkey did must’ve really upset Buddy if she was shouting like she was.

“Oh, now I know you’re feeling better if you’re scowling at me like Mum does,” You heard Monkey joke back with the girl as she stuck her tongue out at Leah.

You don’t pay much attention to the rest of the conversation between them, but you watched as Leah made Monkey go and start warming up and you can’t help but even giggle at Monkey’s flair for dramatics as she walked away.

She was really funny sometimes!

“That girl sometimes, eh?” Beth chuckled in amusement as she watched Monkey walk away.

“Tell me about it,” Leah replied as she adjusted Buddy’s sun hat on her head to keep the sun out of her eyes, “She’s a pain in the butt sometimes, but we love her, don’t we, Buddy?”

“Monkey’s my favourite person,” Buddy declared, snuggling closer to Leah.

You heard Beth dramatically gasp from where you were sitting on her lap, “What? I thought I was your favourite person!”

“No, that’s me,” You hear Katie pipe up from the other side of where she sat beside Beth.

“No, you’re both silly,” Buddy giggled at the two of them, “Monkey’s my favourite!”

“I’m offended,” Beth continued to pretend to be upset as she kept one arm safe around you, “I’m your favourite, right, Roo?” she asked you, tickling your stomach slightly.

“Yeah,” You agreed quietly, while fiddling with the hem of your own Arsenal shirt.

“Well at least my daughter agrees,” Beth joked as she tried to lighten the mood by looking at you and trying to cheer you up.

You definitely weren’t in a good mood. It was too hot, you just wanted to go back to the hotel and get out of this heat. It seemed like Buddy was feeling the same as well.

Leah leaned in close to you as she could see how upset you were, “You know, Roo, I know you’re missing your Mamma but she’s going to be so happy to see you when you’re back home. I bet she can’t wait to hear all about your time here.”

You couldn’t help but look up at Leah with a small smile when she mentioned Viv, “Really?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Leah nodded, her voice was somewhat warm and reassuring to you, “And just think of the big hug she’s going to give you when you see her again. She’s going to want to hear every single detail.”

You supposed that Leah was right, you couldn’t wait to tell her about your time in America when you did get to see her and her time in Australia.

Your smile grew a little wider and you finally relaxed a bit against Beth, “I miss her,” You admit to the blonde as you turned around on her lap to snuggle into her chest.

“I know, sweetheart,” Beth replied as she rubbed your back, “I miss her too, but Auntie Le is right. Mamma is going to be so excited to hear about everything that you’ve been up to.”

Leah continued to give you a warm smile as she looked between you and Buddy, “I think I might have an idea to cheer you girls up after the game,” She paused, “I think we should get some ice cream! What do you think?”

Ice cream? You love that! How did Leah know you liked it so much?

“Ice cream!” Buddy squealed in excitement, from where she sat on Leah’s lap.

Beth laughed at Buddy’s enthusiasm and looked down to look at you, “Oh ice cream does sound good, doesn’t it, Roo?”

Your face suddenly brightened at the suggestion of ice cream, “I like ice cream!” You told Leah with a small smile on your face.

“I know you do,” Leah said, giving you a soft smile, “And you know who else likes ice cream? That big kid over there,” She gestured onto the field where the subs board was about to be changed for Monkey to go onto the pitch along with Kyra, Steph and Caitlin.

“Monkey likes ice cream a lot!” Buddy said aloud.

“Yeah she does, so we’ll have to make sure that Monkey doesn’t eat it all before we get there,” Leah playfully joked with Buddy.

“No, Monkey can’t eat it all!” Buddy whined in protest at the idea of Monkey eating all of the ice cream, “You have to stop her, Mummy!”

“Don’t worry, we will,” Leah laughed in amusement, “Look she’s about to go onto the pitch now so you can watch her!” She pointed with her index finger to where Monkey was racing onto the pitch.

“Go, Monkey! Go!” Buddy shouted enthusiastically, waving her hand in the air.

You usually liked to watch Monkey on the pitch as well, but you were just too hot and bothered with the weather to cheer loudly and you were snuggled closely against Beth’s chest.

“Mummy, you and Auntie Beth look silly!” Buddy couldn’t help but giggle at the current way that the two of them both had the brightly coloured yellow bibs on their heads to protect them from the sun.

Buddy was right, they did look silly wearing them. You’re glad you have your own to provide you the protection from it.

“It’s the only way to keep us from getting too hot,” Leah told Buddy as she laughed, “I’m not fortunate to have a sun hat like you do, Bubba.” She explained.

“Yeah, where can I get one of those lovely pink hats?” Beth chipped in, her tone playful as she nudged Buddy slightly.

“Mine,” Buddy giggled at the blonde’s playful antics.

You were too hot to care much about the match in general. The heat was relentless and it wasn’t too long before the sun got to Buddy either and she was shifting about uncomfortably in her seat.

Usually, you would happily play with Buddy but the sun was too much today, it just made you feel weak, and it wasn’t nice at all.

There was a brief water break where all the players on the pitch rehydrated before they went again, you didn’t even have the energy to giggle when Monkey sprayed water on Buddy like you usually would have done. You felt relief when the final whistle blew, the match was over and now you could get ice cream.

Leah and Buddy headed straight onto the pitch to go and find Monkey, but you were less enthusiastic about wanting to go down there.

“Come on Roo,” Beth said gently, standing up with you in her arms she already knew you wouldn’t want to walk, “Let’s go and say hi to your Aunties.”

You didn’t want to do that though, you just wanted to go and get ice cream. Why did you have to walk around a pitch instead?

Needless to say, you were less than thrilled about the fact that Beth had to be involved in a team talk in the sun.

“Kick the ball with me, Roo!” Buddy came up to you and gestured to the stray ball on the field, “Kick it, Roo!” She repeated, pointing to the ball.

You were hot and bothered, the last thing you wanted to do was run around a pitch and kick a ball, but it was something that made Buddy happy and your little cousin was always fun to play with. You slipped down Beth’s body and ran over to the ball before kicking it to Buddy.

“I can’t believe you’re playing football without me!” You heard Monkey gasp dramatically, making her way to join in with kicking the ball around.

“I wanna join as well!” Kyra chimed in, joining the makeshift game.

Was the team chat over with now? Could you finally go and eat ice cream?

“Shoot, Roo!” Monkey encouraged you to kick the ball into the net when you had the ball at your feet, “Shoot it!”

You kicked the ball like you were told to do, watching the ball roll into the back of the net but you were less than energetic to celebrate that goal.

“She shoots and she scores, the crowd goes wild! Ahhhh!” Monkey exclaimed, tossing you up into her arms and spinning you around.

You did have to admit that you had fun playing football with them.

Buddy scored a goal as well and Monkey lifted her onto her shoulders and ran around the pitch with her to celebrate, both of them energetic as one another.

How could Monkey be so hyper still when she’d played football out in the sun? It’s way too hot for that!

However, it wasn’t long before your cousins got distracted hearing Leah shouting something aloud while wearing a huge red and white Gunner-branded cowboy hat and it made them want to run off and find out more about it.

You ran back over to Beth who was now standing with Steph. “Up please?”

Beth scooped you up and carried you on her hip, you began to play with the fabric on her shirt, “Can we get ice cream now please?” You asked.

Steph gasped, tickling your stomach, “You’re getting ice cream?”

You nodded excitedly, “Yeah, Mummy’s taking me with Leah and Buddy!”

“Ice cream!” You heard Buddy exclaim, clutching a hold of a newfound white bunny in her hands, “Auntie Beth and Roo coming as well?”

“Course we are,” Beth replied as you made your way over to them, you were glad to finally be leaving and going to get a sweet treat.

“Ice cream!” You shouted enthusiastically, still resting on Beth’s hip.

Leah laughed at the enthusiasm, “Alright, ice cream it is. Before we go, we need to get changed out of our kits first,” She gestured between herself, Beth and Monkey, “We don’t want to be sitting in these sweaty clothes while we eat.”

Monkey didn’t agree with that decision though, “Can’t we just go as we are? I want ice cream now!” She whined, dragging out the last word in complaint.

Leah chuckled at the younger girl’s impatience, shaking her head, “Come on Menace, it won’t take that long,” She reassured her, taking her by the arm and leading her back toward the changing rooms.

“Can I come with you, Mummy?” You peered up to Beth hopeful, you didn’t want to be without her.

“You don’t want to stay with Auntie Lia?” Beth wondered, gesturing to Lia who was going to keep an eye on Buddy, along with Leah’s mum, Amanda who had come out to watch the match.

“No thank you. I want to stay with you,” You told her quietly as she set you down on the ground.

“Okay Roo, come on then,” Beth replied in agreement, taking hold of your hand as you headed to the changing rooms where Beth was quick to get dressed before the four of you walked back out to find Buddy, Lia and Amanda.

“Now we get ice cream?” Buddy asked eagerly.

“Yes, Bubba, now we’ll go and get ice cream,” Leah agreed with a smile as she ruffled the 3 year olds’ hair gently.

Finally, now you were going to get ice cream, you were more than excited to race ahead of the adults in the group with Buddy and Monkey to the ice cream stand.

“Ooh, I want mint chocolate chip!” Monkey called out eagerly, practically bouncing with anticipation.

“Strawberry,” You chimed in, your eyes already scanning the ice cream options.

Leah smiled down at Buddy as she looked at the bright menu in front of you, “How about you, Bubba?” She asked, her voice gentle as she watched her daughter contemplate the choices.

Buddy glanced at the colourful display of flavours, each one more tempting than the last, “Ummm… chocolate,” She started, then spotted the bubblegum and her eyes lit up, “Nuh uh, wait– I wan’ bubblegum, Mummy!”

Leah laughed at her excitement, “Bubblegum it is then, Bubba,” She said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before checking what everyone else wanted in the small group and placing the order.

“Mm, this ice cream is great,” Lia said, savouring the treat.

Amanda, who had tagged along on the trip, nodded in agreement with Lia, “Are you enjoying that, sweetheart?” She chuckled and looked at Buddy, who had all but dived in to eat her ice cream and in no time it was all around her face.

Buddy always makes a mess when she eats anything!

“Messy bubba,” Leah teased, wiping away some of the ice cream with a napkin as her tone was filled with affection.

“This has gotta be the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted!” Monkey exclaimed, eyes wide with satisfaction and she’s definitely right there!

Beth laughed and nudged her slightly, “I swear you say that every time you have ice cream,” She teased as she peered down at you, “How is it, Roo?”

“So good, Mummy!” You replied with a big smile, “I like it!”

“That’s cos’ it’s the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted!” Monkey stated as a matter of fact, “Can’t prove me wrong on that one!”

“Alright, menace. It is good ice cream,” Leah rolled her eyes and laughed in agreement with the younger girl.

#lvnleah #awfc #beth mead x vivianne miedema #rory miedema #our little love #our little love: America baby!

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yosajaeofficial · 8 months ago

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ROTTMNT OC: “Hanging With Donnie” - Birthday Special!

A/N: LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO WE GOT THE COMIC INNNNNN!!! I’m so happy with this comic and I had so much fun doing it during April. It gave me life to do (all because I was early as hell and didn’t rush with it-) and so here it is! Everything is vague of course so spoilers wont be spilled, it’ll be a cool thing to theorize about once the official story starts coming out tbh. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed creating it, once again I’m super happy this got to release on my birthday woohoo! Have an amazing day and more stuff to come!

The Jayce Myles Comics Masterlist || Chapter 1: Fernando’s Taco Shop

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ceilidho · 1 year ago

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hi hi hi ceil! I hope you're doing well. My new year's resolution is to read more books, and I was just wondering if there were any you would rec? I really enjoy the stuff you right, and wondered where you get the inspiration from

hi hi!!!! im doing great actually, i had a nice day :))

oh i have SO many!! these are just my personal favourite and i read a lot of literary fiction and non-fiction and 'weird' lit, so hopefully something on this list sounds fun to you:

glass, irony, and god by anne carson [poetry - although i would recommend absolutely anything by anne carson]

half-light: collected poems 1965-2016 by frank bidart [poetry - honestly one of the poets you MUST read if you love poetry in my opinion - bidart, carson, dionne brand, louise gluck, paul celan, maggie nelson, adrienne rich, rainer maria rilke, t.s eliot, jan zwicky, kahlil gibran]

rings of saturn by w.g. sebald [literary fiction - unnamed narrator takes a walking tour of suffolk, england, and the book is about the encoded meaning found in everything; i love sebald so so much]

house of leaves by mark danielewski [architectural / weird horror; cult classic; spooky and eerie in the best way; high concept, a bit complicated to follow but worth it]

drive your plow over the bones of the dead by olga tokarczuk [fiction / thriller, a bit - read this last month and this book hooked me oh my god, it was so good]

severance by ling ma [apocalyptic / post-apocalyptic - possibly one of my fave books in this genre]

the overstory by richard powers [environmental fiction - multiple different narratives that sometimes converge, sometimes don't; truly had me weepy at points] (also, if you like environmental books, the golden spruce by john vaillant)

the complete cosmicomics by italo calvino [strange literary fiction, short stories - oh these are so delightfully strange and zippy and weird, they feel like eating starbursts or something!!!]

underland by robert macfarlane [non-fiction - this consumed me for days when i read oh my god. all about underground structures, catacombs, caves and caving, mines, radioactive waste disposal, etc]

the lonely city by olivia laing [non-fiction - a sad book, but still hopeful; she has such insightful commentary on art and queer history too]

the library at mount char by scott hawkins [weird fiction - so cool, SUCH a cool fun book oh my god. very interesting premise and executed to perfection]

some other names i'd recommend: eileen myles, maggie nelson, rebecca solnit, and ursula k. leguin (for your scifi/fantasy needs)

#book recs

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codiinsight · 8 days ago

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Chasing Shadows | V.Miedema x B. Mead

Summary: After another injury, Viv and Beth's relationship struggles as Viv confesses she wants to step away from football.

Angst with a happy ending

A/N: Requests open, 5.7K words

The air was cool as Viviane Miedema pulled her jacket closer to herself. Myle's leash was loose in her hand as the small spaniel trotted happily ahead. She hadn't planned this walk; it was impulsive, an escape even. The walls of the Arsenal training ground had become insufferable as if every misstep echoed louder than the last; every step forward was followed by three steps back.

Myle, still clumsy and full of energy, sniffed curiously at the path's edge, blissfully unaware of the weight her owner carried. Viv envied her; she longed to be so carefree and joyful.

The sharp wind brushed against Viv's face. She sighed, staring out at the dog park. It wasn't much further; perhaps being outside would help clear her mind… or maybe it wouldn't. Either way, the young Dutch woman wasn't ready to head back home.

As Viv walked, her thoughts swirled. The constant pressure and expectations imposed on her by herself and others had begun to blur the lines between her passion and obligation. Viv loved football. Football had always been her life, her everything. But now, with every injury and every setback, it felt less like a dream and more like a cage.

Doubt crept in. She wondered if she could continue or if it was time to let go and retire.

Myle paused ahead, tugging gently at her leash as she spotted a group of children playing nearby. Their laughter rang through the air, light and unburdened. Viv's heart pulled; there was something so simple and pure about how the children played. It was as though the game was enough for them, with no expectations beyond pure enjoyment.

She stopped momentarily, watching on longingly as she recognised the love she once had for the sport.

Viv was jolted from her thoughts by a voice calling out, "Hey, you there?" She turned to see a short man waving from the park's edge. He was dressed in a worn-out tracksuit, his hands resting on his hips, looking somewhat frazzled as he glanced back and forth at the group of kids running wild.

"I’m in over my head here," he said with a sheepish grin. "Could you give me a hand?"

Viv raised an eyebrow, slightly caught off guard. The man's gaze shifted as recognition flickered across his face.

"Wait, You're Vivianne Miedema, right? From Arsenal? I'm so sorry to bother you, but..." he paused nervously.

She glanced down at Myle, who stood happily beside her, a stick held tightly in her jaw. For a brief moment, she let the scene sink in. The mix between the children's laughter and the carefree joy of her dog felt like a strange contrast to the weight she carried every day. After a beat of hesitation, Viv found herself nodding. “Alright. Sure. I'll give it a try.”

The man led her towards the group of kids scattered across the field, laughing and shouting as they kicked a ball. Viv's gaze softened as she watched them, so full of energy, so unbothered by the pressures that weighed on her. The man clapped his hands, gathering the attention of the children. “Everyone, Gather up”

The kids hesitated for a moment, running over in a chaotic cluster, faces bright with curiosity. Viv felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through her chest. She gestured to the first child, a petite girl with messy hair, "Show me what you've got," she said with a smile. The girl grinned as she dribbled the ball forward, her footwork sloppy but full of determination. Viv nodded approvingly. Her voice was softer than expected as she gave the girl a few tips. "Try to keep the ball closer to you. You've got the speed. Now work on the control".

The young girl took her advice to heart, moving back into position. The other kids followed suit. Viv was surprised by how easily the kids responded to her and how quickly they adjusted and worked on improving. It wasn't about impressing anyone; it was simply about enjoying the game for what it was. At that moment, Viv realised something. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to play just for the sake of playing.

The Dutch woman moved between the children, offering advice left, right, and centre. The man who had invited her over clapped his hands again: "Okay, I think that's enough for today! You all did great!" The kids groaned but continued to gather their things, still chatting excitedly about their favourite parts of the session.

Viv stood back, watching them, a small smile tugging at her lips. The tension she had been carrying all day, all month, really, had started to lift. It was replaced by something that felt almost like relief. She didn't know why exactly, but something about the simplicity of guiding these kids, helping them discover little victories in the game, felt more fulfilling than anything she had experienced recently.

The man turned to her, wiping his brow. "Thanks again, I wasn't sure what I was doing, but you… you've got a way with them." Viv shook her head, her smile still lingering. "I just gave them a few tips." She replied, shrugging, her voice a little less heavy. "It's easy when they're so eager to learn".

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not entirely buying her modesty, "You've got a gift if you're ever interested. You know, after football. There is always room for more coaches. Kids like that could learn a lot from someone with your experience".

Viv's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected to hear that. She didn't know if she was ready to take on something like that just yet, but for the first time in what felt like ages, the thought didn't immediately feel like a chore; it felt… freeing. "

As the man she now knew as Nick thanked her again, Viv lingered for a moment, taking in the scenery. Myle bounded up to her, her leashing trailing behind as she wagged her tail furiously. Viv reached down, scratching behind the small puppy's ear. “What do you think, bud? Maybe I found something I could enjoy again."

She glanced back at the empty field, and the echoes of the kid's laughter still lingered in the air. It felt like a small spark of something, and for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to wonder if it could grow into something more.

"Come on, Myle, Let's go home."

As Viv and Myle approached the park's exit, her phone buzzed in her back pocket. She pulled it out, half-expecting a message from Beth asking where she was, but instead, it was a text from her rehab specialist. "How are you feeling after this morning's news? I know it's tough getting injured again. Let me know if you need anything?"

Viv's stomach tightened. The reality of her recovery was always looming in the background, and the guilt that came with it never seemed to fade. I'm supposed to focus on getting back to the pitch, not this. She could almost hear Beth's voice, gently reminding her of her rehab plan and the importance of staying on track.

Viv sighed, typing back a quick, noncommittal reply. "I'm good, thanks. I'm just taking it easy this afternoon."

The text felt hollow, and Viv felt disconnected from the person she was pretending to be for a second. She wasn't taking it easy. She was avoiding rehab, avoiding the harsh truth that she wasn't sure if she could ever return to being the carefree player she once was.

Viv aggressively shoved the phone back into her pocket and continued walking, Myle leading her towards the street where her car was parked. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow, she thought, not to play or to train but to help again, just for a little while.

As they reached the car, Viv glanced back towards the dog park, half expecting to see the kids still running around. However, the field was empty now, apart from the stay ball that had rolled off to the side during the session. The girl hesitated before getting into the car, her hand resting on the door handle. The wind had begun to pick up again, but it didn't feel as sharp as it was when she first arrived.

It felt lighter now, like maybe the weight she had been carrying was starting to lift, even just a little.

—————

Later that evening, Viv sat on the sofa, Myle curled up at her feet, her soft snores filling the quiet of the living room. The click of the door unlocking cut through the hum of the muted TV. Viv didn't turn her head. She stayed where she was, staring blankly at the screen while Myle perked up, tail wagging happily. Beth's footsteps were brisk, her energy still humming from the harsh training session. She set her kitbag down with a thud and walked into the kitchen; the sound of the fridge door opening and closing filled the silence.

"Hey," Beth called out, her voice light as if testing the waters. "How was your day?"

Viv hesitated. "Fine," She mumbled, her voice flat as she ran her hand through Myle's soft fur.

Beth leaned against the wall, sipping her water. "Did rehab go okay?"

The question hit harder than Viv expected. She didn't even look at Beth, her fingers tightening slightly around Myle's fur. "I didn't go," she said flatly.

Beth's expression shifted, the lightness fading. "Again?" Her voice wasn't sharp, but the undercurrent of frustration was unmistakable. "Viv, this is what? -the third session you've skipped this week?"

Viv finally looked up, her face hardening. "I needed a break," she said, her tone defensive. "I can't just… Keep pushing when I'm already drained. Plus, I'm injured again, so what's the point".

Beth's brow furrowed, concerned mixing with something darker "What do you mean injured? And Drained? You've been walking Myle and spending so much time at the park, but you can't attend rehab? I don't understand. What is going on with you?"

The words landed like a blow. Viv stood abruptly, Startling Myle, who scrambled to her feet. "What's going on with me?" she repeated, her voice rising. "What's going on is that I'm tired, Beth. I'm tired of pretending I'm fine, of pretending I even know if I want to come back."

Beth froze, her water bottle discarded on the counter. "What are you saying?" she asked, her voice tight.

Viv's heart pounded as the words spilled out before she could stop them. "I'm saying I don't know if I want this anymore. Football. Rehab. Any of it."

The silence that followed was deafening. Beth stared at her, the hurt in her eyes cutting deeper than Viv expected. "So what?" Beth said finally, her voice trembling. "You're just going to quit? Walk away from everything we've built, everything we've sacrificed for this life?"

"It's not that simple!" Viv shot back, her voice cracking. "Do you think I haven't thought about this? Do you think I don't hate myself for feeling this way? But I can't keep pretending everything is fine when it's not!"

Beth took a step closer, her frustration breaking through. "And when were you planning on telling me, Viv? Or were you just going to keep avoiding it, hoping it would all go away? We're supposed to be in this together, but it feels like I'm the only one still trying."

Viv's hands clench at her sides. "I didn't want to dump this on you. I didn't want to make it your problem."

Beth let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "You think it's not already my problem, Vivianne? Watching you give up on yourself. on us… It's killing me."

The words hung in the air like a knife between them. Viv's chest heaved as she tried to keep her composure, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Maybe you'd be better off without me, then," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Beth recoiled as if hit. "Don't you dare say that!" she said, her voice breaking. "Don't you fucking dare!"

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Myle stood between them, her head darting back and forth as if trying to understand the sudden tension. Finally, Beth cracked. She turned and walked towards the bedroom, her footsteps heavy. "I can't do this right now", she whispered, her voice barely audible before the door slammed shut behind her.

Viv sank back onto the sofa, the weight of her own words crushing her. Myle nudged her leg with her nose, whining softly, but Viv couldn't bring herself to look at the small dog. She stared at the blank TV screen, the faint reflection of her face staring back at her. It was a face she barely recognised anymore. Her jaw was tight, her chest aching with the weight of everything she couldn't say. Her hands trembled as she buried her face in them, trying to force the overwhelming tide of emotions back down.

She had never felt this disconnected from herself, Beth, or the life they'd built together. The person she used to be, the player, the partner, the force of nature on the pitch. It all felt like a stranger now. She had fought so hard to reach the top, but now the thought of it playing felt suffocating. She had no idea how to explain that to Beth without tearing them apart even more.

Sensing her distress, Myle nuzzled closer, the warmth grounding Viv in a way she desperately needed. She let out a shaky breath, her fingers finding her soft fur once again. "What am I doing, Myle?" she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her despair. How do I fix this?”

The spaniel tilted her head as if considering the question before flopping into her lap with a contented sigh. For a moment, the puppy's weight eased the ache in her chest. But the silence that followed was deafening, her unanswered questions swirling like a storm she couldn't escape.

Viv leaned back into the sofa, her head resting against the cushions as she stared at the ceiling. She felt trapped between the life she thought she wanted and the unknown that terrified her more than she cared to admit.

The argument with Beth replayed in her mind on an endless loop, each word cutting deeper than the last. She hated that she'd hurt Beth, hated that she didn't have the strength to be what Beth needed her to be right now.

But how could she be there for Beth if she no longer knew who she was?

———

The apartment was unnervingly quiet the following day. Viv woke up on the sofa, her body stiff from the awkward position where she had fallen asleep.

Myle's warm body was curled up at her feet. She rubbed her eyes, the memory of last night pressing down on her chest. Beth's bedroom door remained shut, a physical barrier to match the emotional one.

Viv didn't try to open it.

Instead, she slipped into her jacket, grabbed Myle's leash, and stepped outside into the brisk morning air. The chill nipped at her skin as she walked, but she craved it. She needed the sharpness to cut through the fog in her head.

The streets were empty, apart from the occasional runner or early riser. Viv let Myle off the leash, watching as she sprinted towards a familiar patch of grass.

The Dutch woman sat down on a nearby bench, burying her hands in her pockets as she stared blankly at the sunrise.

Her mind replayed the argument with Beth: the way Beth's voice had cracked, the look in her eyes, hurt, frustration, love, and anger all tangled together. Viv hated herself for causing it, for failing to calmly explain what she couldn't even fully understand herself.

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through unread messages. One from her physiotherapist stared back at her like a threat: "Are you coming into the training centre today?" She couldn't bring herself to reply, not yet. Instead, her thumb hovered over Beth's name in her contacts.

What would she even say? Sorry for being a mess? Sorry for dragging you down with me?

Her grip tightened on the phone. Viv wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything to remove the crushing weight on her chest. But the tears wouldn't come. All she could do was sit there, staring at the empty field Myle was playing in.

———

Back at the apartment, Beth sat on the edge of their bed, Her head in her hands.

She hadn't slept much either. Her chest ached with the weight of their argument, and her frustrations with Viv mixed aggressively with the guilt of how she had handled it. As Beth replayed the argument in her head, she wondered if she had pushed Viv too hard or said too much.

She didn't understand how to fix this or how to bridge the rapidly growing gap between them. Football had always been their common ground. The one thing that connected them even when the rest of life felt uncertain. Without it, Beth wasn't sure what was left.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her from her thoughts. A message from her best friend and teammate, Steph Catley, illuminated the room, "Hey, Do you want to grab breakfast before training?" Beth hesitated before replying. "Not today, sorry. Catch you later.”

Beth sighed, her pyjama-clad body tiptoed from the bed towards the door. After taking a deep breath, she cracked open the bedroom door, glancing in at the living room. To her surprise, the sofa was now empty, and the blanket Viv had clearly used was neatly folded on the armrest.

A pang of sadness ripped through the English girl's body. She wanted to see Viv, talk to her, and hold her. But she didn't know if she could handle another half-answer or another wave of Viv's defensiveness.

—---

By mid-afternoon, Viv found herself back at the youth training ground. She hadn't planned on going, but after returning home to an empty house this morning, her feet had led her there. Nick (the coach she'd met the day before) greeted her with a warm smile; his face lit up as she approached.

“Viv! Back again? The kids were asking if you'd come by."

Viv forced a small smile, her voice quieter than usual. "I can't train much on this knee at the moment, so I figured I'd stop by. If that's alright."

“Of course it is,” he said, handing her a whistle. "They loved having you around. You've got a knack for this, you know?"

A flicker of warmth sparked in Viv's chest, but it was quickly overshadowed by doubt. She didn't feel like she deserved the praise, not when her own life felt so unsteady. Still, she stepped onto the field, watching the kids rush over, their faces lighting up with excitement. For a moment, their joy was enough to drown out the noise in her head.

The kids erupted into laughter as Viv freely guided them through drills, her tone light and her instructions clear. With each pass and sprint, her own tension eased. The kid's joy was infectious, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the Dutch striker felt something stir within her, a flicker of passion, not for playing but for sharing the game she once loved.

—--

As the afternoon drew to a close, Beth forcefully dropped her bag onto the floor of their apartment; training had been exhausting, Jonas had been in a bad mood, and she'd spent most of it stringing together sloppy passes as her mind focused on all more than the sport.

The sharpness of Viv’s words still stung, and the way Viv had withdrawn herself afterwards gnawed at her patience.

Beth glanced around the empty apartment, her frustration bubbling. Viv wasn't home. Again.

Myle's leash was missing, which meant Viv had taken her out. Beth felt a twinge of annoyance. She hadn't even texted. Grabbing her jacket, Beth stormed outside, her breath visible in the cold air.

It didn't take her long to find them. Beth spotted Myle first, darting around on the edge of the youth training field, her fluffy tail wagging as she chased some stray footballs. And then she saw Viv standing among the children. Her expression was more alive than Beth had seen in weeks.

Viv's whistle blew sharply, and the kids froze mid-drill. She stepped forward, getting Nick to demonstrate a simple pass with one of the smaller boys. Her voice was patient yet firm. The child nodded, mimicking the movement until he succeeded. When he did, Viv's joyful laugh rang out across the field, smiling happily at the young lad.

Beth’s chest tightened as she watched. Viv's face lit up, her usual guardedness replaced with something softer, freer. It was a version of Viv that Beth had missed so desperately—a glimpse of the woman she had fallen in love with.

The sight should have been comforting; it was supposed to fill Beth with joy, But it didn't. It left Beth torn. How could Viv find joy here? With strangers? When she couldn't find it at home with her?

Beth leaned against the fence, her arms crossed as she tried to process the scene before her. Myle eventually spotted her other mother and came bounding over, barking excitedly. Her antics drew Viv's attention, and their eyes met across the field.

For a moment, the world stopped. Neither of them moved.

Beth's gaze was searching, her lips pressed into a thin line. Viv's smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of guilt. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Nick called out to her, breaking the moment.

Beth turned, her hand gripping Myle's leash tightly as she walked back towards the apartment. Viv's voice didn't follow her, and the English girl didn't look back.

Beth's steps were quick and uneven as she walked back toward the apartment, Myle trotting at her side. The air was cold, biting her cheeks, but she hardly felt it. Her mind was racing, her chest tight with frustration, hurt, and a sense of helplessness.

How could Viv look so... content? How could she find so much ease and joy here when things between them felt like they were unravelling?

Beth gripped the leash tighter, her knuckles white. She wasn't angry at the kids; she wasn't even angry at Viv, not really. But the sight of Viv so happily smiling, so free of the weight that seemed to smother her at home, stung in a way Beth hadn't expected.

It felt like rejection.

She'd tried to be patient. She'd told herself, time and time again, that Viv just needed space to figure things out. But space had turned into distance, and now Beth felt like she was standing on the other side of a river she didn't know how to cross.

Myle tugged on the leash, breaking her thoughts. She sniffed eagerly at a patch of grass, oblivious to the turmoil swirling around her. Beth crouched down beside her, her fingers brushing through her fur as she tried to calm her racing thoughts.

She loved Viv more than she could ever put into words. But what if love wasn't enough? What if Viv kept pulling away, retreating into this new life she was building without Beth realising it?

The memory of their fight from the night before played on a loop in her head. The way Viv had said, she didn't know if she wanted football anymore. The way her voice had cracked when she said Beth might be better off without her.

The thought alone made Beth's throat tighten. She didn’t want a life without Viv. But she couldn't ignore the creeping doubt that Viv might already be imagining a future without her, a future where coaching kids or walking Myle filled the void that football and their shared dreams used to occupy.

"God, what am I supposed to do?" Beth muttered under her breath, resting her forehead against Myle's head. The spaniel let out a soft whine, licking her hand as if sensing her distress.

She stayed there for a long moment, crouched on the pavement with Myle, her mind torn between anger and sadness. She wanted to march back to the field, to demand answers, to pull Viv aside and make her talk.

But what would she even say? That she was scared? That she felt like she was losing her partner piece by piece?

Beth wiped at her face, startled by the dampness of a tear she hadn't realised had fallen.

When she finally stood, Myle wagged her tail, oblivious as ever, and they started the slow walk back home.

By the time she reached the apartment, she felt more uncertain than ever.

Beth sank onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands. She couldn't keep going like this. Tiptoeing around Viv, waiting for her to let her in. But she didn’t know how to push without pushing Viv further away.

The sound of the door opening startled her. Beth glanced up to see Viv stepping inside, her expression guarded.

For a moment, their eyes met, and she thought about saying something. Anything. But the words tangled in her throat, and before she could untangle them, Viv turned away, heading for the kitchen without a word.

Beth exhaled shakily, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Their silence felt heavier than ever, and she didn't know how much longer she could bear it.

Beth sat frozen on the sofa, her hands gripping her knees tightly, as she listened to the faint sounds of Viv moving around in the kitchen. The clinking of a glass. The dull thud of the drive closing. Each noise felt like another reminder of the distance between them, of how their once easy rhythm had been replaced by this unbearable tension.

Myle waddled over, flopping down on the carpet near Beth's feet. Her tail wagged lazily. Beth took a deep breath, her mind racing with possible sentence openings. I saw you today, she could say. Or maybe You looked happy out there. But both felt too vulnerable, too raw.

Instead, she stood abruptly, crossing the open-plan room towards Viv, who was leaning against the counter, her hair still slightly windblown from the walk back. She looked up as Beth drew near, her expression unreadable.

"You didn't tell me you were going out", Beth spoke softly, her voice low but not accusatory.

Viv glanced down at the glass of water in her hand, her thumb tracing the rim. "I didn't think I needed to," she replied, her tone careful.

Beth sighed ""It's not about needing to. It's about...” She stopped herself, exhaling sharply. "It's about letting me in, Viv. About not shutting me out every time things get hard.”

Viv’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond immediately. When she did, her voice was quiet. "I wasn't shutting you out. I just... needed to be somewhere else."

Beth took a step closer, crossing her arms. "And that 'somewhere else' is with a bunch of kids at a training field? I saw you today, Viv. You looked so... happy.” The word caught in her throat, tinged with something she couldn't quite name.

Viv set the glass down with a clink, her expression shifting to defensiveness. "What do you want me to say, Beth? That I don't know what I'm doing? That I feel like a stranger in my own body? I'm terrified I'll never return to where I was, and maybe I don't want to anymore?"

Beth's heart clenched at the rawness of Viv's words, but she didn't back down. "Yes, Viv. I want you to say that. I want you to say something, anything, instead of just... disappearing on me."

Viv shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know how to say it without feeling like I'm letting you down."

Beth's voice softened, though the ache in her chest remained. "You're not letting me down, Viv. You're shutting me out. And that... that hurts more than anything else."

Viv looked away, her shoulders slumping slightly. The weight of Beth's words seemed to sink in, but the silence that followed felt heavier than any words they had spoken.

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Beth sighed, rubbing the back of her neck, the sharp edges of her frustration dulling into something softer. Something closer to exhaustion.

She stepped forward cautiously, closing the distance between them until she was standing directly in front of her girlfriend.

"I don't need you to have everything figured out right now," Beth whispered softly. Her voice had lost its edge, replaced with almost a pleading tone. I just need to know you still want me here, that you still want us…"

Viv's head snapped up, her eyes wide with guilt and desperation. "Of course I do," she says quickly, her voice cracking. "Beth, I-" she pauses, struggling to find the words. "I've just been… lost. And I didn't want to drag you down with me."

Beth shifted her weight onto one foot, reaching out to gently rest a hand on Viv's arm. "You don't get to decide that for me," she said softly. "If you're lost, let me help you find your way. That's what this is supposed to be, Viv. A team. We don't just leave each other behind when things get hard."

Viv swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to where Beth's hand rested on her arm. She nodded slowly, the tension in her shoulders beginning to ease. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I've been so scared of failing…. of failing you, failing myself. That I didn't realise I was pushing you away."

Beth squeezed her arm gently, her lips curving into a small, sad smile. "You don't have to do this alone," she said. "We'll figure it out together, okay? Whether it's football or coaching or something else entirely. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out."

Viv's eyes glistened, and for the first time in weeks, her walls began to crumble. She reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing against Beth's. "I don't deserve you," she whispered.

Beth shook her head, stepping closer until there was no space left between them. "You deserve all of this, Viv. You deserve to be happy. Whatever that looks like for you. And I'm not going anywhere. Ik hou van jou"

Viv exhaled shakily, leaning into Beth's touch. "I love you too" For the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she didn't have to carry this weight alone.

—---

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft streaks across the room. Viv stirred awake, the familiar weight of Myle sprawled across her feet.

She blinked groggily, the events of the previous evening washing over her like a tide. The rawness of her conversation with Beth lingered, but so did the quiet relief of finally letting some of it out.

She turned her head to see Beth still sleeping beside her, her breathing steady and calm. Carefully, Viv slipped out of bed, making her way to the kitchen with Myle trailing close behind. As she waited for the kettle to boil, she leaned against the counter, her thoughts swirling.

What now? she wondered. The words they'd exchanged last night had been a start, but they hadn't erased the uncertainty of the road ahead. She was still unsure of her future, of how to reconcile her love for football with the mounting pressure it brought. But for the first time in months, she felt she wasn't entirely alone in figuring it out.

By the time Beth emerged, her hair tousled and expression still drowsy, Viv had two mugs of tea waiting on the table. Beth paused in the doorway, her gaze softening as she took in the sight.

"Good morning," Viv said quietly, offering a tentative smile.

Beth crossed the room, wrapping her arms around Viv's waist without a word. They stood there for a moment, the silence warm and comforting.

"Morning," Beth finally murmured against Viv's shoulder. She pulled back just enough to meet Viv's eyes. “How are you feeling?”

Viv hesitated, her hands tightening on Beth’s waist. “Better,” she admitted. “Still... scared. But better.”

Beth nodded, her thumb brushing against Viv’s arm. “We’ll take it one step at a time, yeah? No rush to figure everything out today.”

Viv exhaled, leaning into Beth’s touch. “One step at a time,” she echoed.

The day unfolded slowly, a welcome change from the usual hustle of their routines. They took Myle on a long walk together, sharing a quiet conversation and an easy silence. It felt almost normal like the weight between them had lightened, even if only slightly.

Later that afternoon, Viv found herself back at the youth training field. Beth had insisted she didn't mind, encouraging her to keep exploring what made her happy. But as Viv guided the kids through drills, she couldn't shake the awareness of Beth's words lingering in her mind.

Beth had said she wasn't going anywhere. That she'd stay by Viv's side no matter what. But Viv knew she couldn't take that for granted. If they were going to make this work, she had to meet Beth halfway.

When she returned home that evening, still carrying the energy of the kids' enthusiasm, Beth was waiting on the couch with a knowing smile.

"You're glowing," Beth teased, though there was no bitterness in her tone this time, only warmth.

Viv sank down beside her, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks. She was no longer chasing the shadow of her younger self. “They make it easy,” she said softly.

Beth reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. "I'm glad you've found something that makes you feel like yourself again."

Viv glanced down at their joined hands, a lump forming in her throat. "I couldn't have done it without you,” she admitted.

Beth pressed a kiss to her temple, her voice steady. “You don’t have to do anything without me, Vivi. Not now, not ever.”

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