#pernille dancing

[pernillemagda]

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[tresjoline]

😊🥰💫

[katewalker]

🎶who would have believed that you were part of a dream. now it all seems light years away. and now you know i can't smile without you.🎶

[woso-dreamzzz]

Proud IX

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Fridolina Rolfö x Teen!Reader

Summary: After the preseason against Barcelona

Someone is watching you.

It's nothing you can prove, of course. It's nothing you really care that much about either.

You've just managed to draw against Barcelona in a preseason friendly. Of course there would be someone watching. A lot of someones actually but you don't find yourself minding too much as you head over to your parents.

They're on the far side of the pitch, waving to the very few Spanish Bayern fans that have come out to watch the team play.

You wiggle your way between them and Magda's arm automatically comes to rest on your shoulder. She angles her face towards you slightly, a smile on her face as she presses a quick kiss to your hairline.

Pernille takes your hand on the other side and you smile at her, leaning your head against her shoulder.

It feels good to demonstrate your skills.

In front of your new teammates. In front of your new manager. In front of Barcelona, to make them worry when you're on the pitch, to show them they aren't as bulletproof as the fans think they are.

But, right now, all you can do is smile as your sign things for the very few Bayern fans that have come over to watch your team play for them.

"You did very well today," Pernille says to you, squeezing your hand softly.

"Enough for a lamb?"

"You know the rules," Pernille replies with practiced exasperation," You'll have to really impress. Show me you can really care for one."

You huff, putting on a bit of a show.

This is a practiced dance between you and Pernille, a more playful back and forth now that you've moved to Germany. Pernille pretends that she's more opposed to getting a sweet lamb than she actually is and you pretend to be more annoyed than you actually are that you're being refused.

"Oh come on, Pernille!" Magda says from your other side," I really think she's deserved it!"

Magda's also apart of all this teasing. She backs you up, insists that you've already proven yourself despite having never had a pet in your life. The extent of your animal caring abilities is filling up the bird feeder in the garden.

Of course, you've also got that little binder you made a few years ago with how to take care of lambs and sheep and when to sheer them and what to feed them and how you can make them happy.

Pernille had made you make it after she realised you were serious about raising a lamb for yourself.

You update it every so often, just to show her that this isn't something that you've forgotten about.

Arms close around your waist and you shriek as you're lifted into the air.

You can hear Pernille and Magda laugh as you're hoisted up and you flail your legs around when you're airborne for too long.

"Frido!" You shriek," Let me down!"

Frido shakes you, using her height difference against you before unceremoniously dumping you onto the ground.

You roll onto your back, panting with a smile as you look up at her. "That was mean."

"What has the world come to?" She asks no one in particular," That an aunt can't pick up and shake her little niece anymore?"

"I'm not little."

She grins down at you. "I remember you before your growth spurt," She says," You'll always be my little niece."

Frido offers you a hand.

You take it and pull her down.

She shrieks at the sudden force of your pull and falls onto the grass next to you.

You laugh, letting Pernille help you up and dust the dirt off your shirt.

Frido does the same with her own clothes, flicking a stray piece of grass at you that you bat away easily.

"Good game," She says, ruffling your hair," You had us on our toes."

"Just..." You glance behind you, feeling that same prickly feeling of eyes on your back," Just wanted to impress."

"Well, you certainly did that." Frido leans closer, like she's about to tell you a secret. "But I don't think it's just on who you wanted to watch you."

She jerks her chin over your shoulder and you follow her gaze.

Alexia Putellas is by the bench, talking and gesturing wildly over at you to the new Barcelona manager. You don't quite remember his name but you know what he looks like and even from this far of a distance away, you know he's looking straight at you.

"Best hope Bayern put a big price on her release clause," Frido says to your mothers and you feel Magda freeze behind you.

Her mouth dry, she speaks. "What?"

"Just saying," Frido laughs," A performance like that? In preseason? At a club she's just moved to? You and I both know she's a talent. Alexia doesn't really enjoy talents like that outside of Barcelona."

Magda pulls your back against her front, arms hanging over your shoulders. "They can't have her. She's a minor. They need our permission."

"She'll be eighteen soon," Frido reminds Magda.

"Still. They can't force her to come. I won't let them. I just got her back."

"We just got her back," Pernille corrects.

"Besides," You laugh," Momma won't even let me get a lamb yet. I don't think she'll be too happy sending me off to Spain."

Frido laughs, ruffling your hair again. "I think you'll find Barcelona can be quite persuasive when they need to be. How else do you think we got Ewa with us?"

"Dumb luck?"

Frido gasps dramatically. "You know what, young lady? Come here!"

She reaches for you and you duck out of the way, sprinting across the pitch out of her reach.

"You're getting old!" You shout over your shoulder, ducking and weaving through players and staff alike. "Aren't you meant to be a professional athlete?"

You jump over a crate of drinks as Frido trips over them.

You laugh, leaving her in the dirt as another hand reaches for your own.

"Aren't you tired?" Ingrid asks you," You've just played ninety minutes."

You know Ingrid quite well considering you've never played on a team with her.

Pernille and Frido have introduced you two a lot over the years. She's nice to see, someone who is not family but just as nice as them.

"I'm never too tired to humiliate Frido," You answer, turning to look back as Pernille helps Frido up while Magda howls with laughter.

Ingrid rolls her eyes fondly at you, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

"Have you met Esmee before? I can't remember."

Either way, Ingrid introduces you to Esmee, who seems nice enough, if a little shy. You can imagine you and her getting on once you're both settled with each other.

"Of course, you know Mapi a bit and this is Aitana. Aitana, this is y/n. She's Magda and Pernille's daughter, Frido's niece."

"Daughter?" The look Aitana wears on her face is one you're always used to when regarding your parentage.

"Adopted," You confirm with a nod. It's always better to explain now than have to deal with the awkward questions as people try to tread around the minefield that's your family situation.

She nods once before speaking. "Do you want to swap shirts?"

"Oh! Er..." You glance behind you where your family is (thankfully) keeping their distance. Still within earshot but not enough to invite themselves into the conversation.

Both of your mothers stick their thumbs up at you.

"Yeah...okay, then."

Like you thought, you and Esmee do get on. You reckon that you wearing a Barcelona shirt (Aitana's Barcelona shirt, you think in the back of your mind) must have settled her a bit. Familiar people with the one unfamiliar one wearing a very familiar colours.

She's nice and speaks well and you almost forget about the prickling feeling of someone watching you until that someone is right behind you.

The little circle you've found yourself in opens up and Alexia Putellas slides into the now empty spot next to you.

Magda moves to approach as well but Pernille holds her back by the back of the shirt.

"Pernille-"

"Let her deal with it," Pernille says," However she wants to do it. We can't coddle her for her whole life."

Magda pouts. "We can try."

"Magda," Pernille continues," She's much more capable than you like to think."

You hope that your eyes aren't as wide in shock as you think they are. it would be embarrassing for Alexia Putellas to remember that expression as the one you wore when you first met her.

"You had a good game," She says to you and you feel your throat go dry.

You force words out anyway. "Th-Thank you."

"A great game, actually," Alexia continues," You're very talented."

"Thank you."

You feel like a broken record, incapable of saying nothing but the same thing over and over again.

"How long have you got on your Bayern contract?"

"Two-Two years."

"Two years? Not three? Or four? For someone of your talent..."

"Oh, er, well, it's meant to finish the same time as my mothers' do."

"Harder and Eriksson's kid, aren't you?"

"And Frido's niece," Ingrid puts in and Alexia nods.

"I thought so. She's never had anything but compliments for you. You used to play for Arsenal as well, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"And you joined Sweden for their Euro qualifiers as well. It's nice to see that young talent is being fostered so well."

You laugh a little awkwardly. "Oh, well, I'm not really anything special."

The look Alexia gives you makes it clear she thinks differently. She doesn't refute your claim though, just purses her lips in thought.

"Barcelona has always been good at noticing young talent and putting our faith in them."

"Oh?"

She smiles at you. "Just something to think about. Have you got the same managers as your mothers?"

You nod. "Yeah, Morsa...Er...Magda and I have the same person."

"Excellent." She claps a hand down onto your shoulder. "You should probably warn them about something coming their way soon after that performance today. I hope to see you on the pitch again soon."

With that, Alexia Putellas walks away, right back down the tunnels and you're left hopelessly looking back at her.

You turn back to the little group around you, a group that your family has finally joined again.

"Sorry...What just happened?"

Frido laughs, a casual arm flung over your shoulder.

"That was Alexia speak for 'Barcelona will be trying to buy you from Bayern soon'."

Magda swears. "For fuck's sake!"

[soccer-love]

Weddings make lovers

Mala Grohs x reader

Magdas and Pernilles weeding was a thing the whole Bayern team was looking forward to.

The were getting married on a Saturday after the last game of the season.

Everyone helped to make this day perfect.

They offered to let other guest stay at their apartments, helped to decorate the location, picking out the cake and food and helping each other to choose outfits.

The ceremony was beautiful and besides the familys, Tuva was the one to cry, and every five minutes someone else had to hand her a tissue.

After the ceremony and the dinner, the big party started.

Jovi had offered to be the DJ and she really did a great job.

At first she played the song, Magda and Pernille had picked out for their first dance and then more songs you could dance to.

During that, Caro and Georgia took over the bar and tried to give everyone there own cocktail creations, while also being a little bit tipsy already.

Linda was the one to take pictures of everything and everyone.

Syd and Klara where joking and fooling around, making everyone laugh and encouraged everyone to dance.

And I was somewhere in the middle of all of that.

I was already a little bit tipsy, thanks to Caro's newest creation: The Amortentia Potion, inspired by Harry Potter. And maybe that was also the reason why I walked towards Mala as I saw her on standing the side of the dancefloor.

"Mala." I say and smile at her.

I don't know who helped her pick out her outfit, but it was incredible hot.

A blue suit, with a read tie and black shoes.

"Y/N."

"Come dance with me." I say and grab her hand, it's warm and fits perfectly into mine.

"What happened to the shy and calm Y/N?" Mala asks laughing as she starts to dance along with me.

"Maybe this is the true and dark me?" I answer and place her hand on my shoulder.

"You have a dark side?"

"Dark and dusty, hidden deep inside me."

"I am impressed."

We dance for some more and I really enjoy the feeling of her hands on my shoulder.

I like her, more than I should.

More than she likes me.

"Y/N! Sorry Mala but G and I need her." I hear Caro's voice next to me and turn around.

She points over to the bar, where Georgia is standing together with Magda, Linda Sembrant and Zecira Musovic.

"Zecira brought some drink called Akvavit, and you absolutely have to try it." Caro explains and I nod.

"Sorry Mala." I say and let myself get dragged away by Caro.

"This is literally so good!" Georgia says and hands me a shot glass.

The cold liquid burns in my throat but it's also really good.

"Oh my gosh this is really good." I say making them laugh.

"Told ya." Georgia answers, pouring me another shot glass of it and drinking one her own.

"Better be careful." Magda warns, Pernille appearing behind her.

"Careful with what?" she asks, sliding one arm around her wife.

"They are trying Akvavit." Zecira explains, pointing at the bottle.

"Uh yeah you should defiantly be careful, that stuff is really strong." Pernille warns while Georgia and I drink our third glass of that stuff.

"Nah we can handle that, we are big girls." Georgia says and wraps one arm around me.

Caro serves us a round of drinks and Pernille and Magda leave to talk to some people.

The party keeps going till it's late at night, around midnight most of the people started to leave and now there are only some friends, some team members and the brides left.

"I need to go to the restroom." I say to Caro who is still standing behind the bar with Georgia, singing along to a German party song, Jovi finally decided to play.

"Der Zug hat keine bremse." she sings in reply and I cant help but laugh.

The floor on the way there is really uneven and as I come back I see someone coming towards me.

"You're good?" I hear Mala asking, fuck is she hot.

"This floor isn't built right." I say instead of answering her question.

"Uhm?"

"You know what a friend of mine is a carpenter I think he knows how to fix this." I say and pull my phone out of my pocket.

"Y/N, it is 1am I don't think he will like it if you call him now."

I put my phone back into my pocket and look at her.

"I think you should go home and sleep till you're sober." Mala says "I can drive you home."

"You are so smart." I step closer, how can someone actually be so smart? I mean she is studying....something. I know she is studying something you have to be very smart for. But right now I cant remember its name.

"There is so much knowledge inside your beautiful head." I say, pressing one finger against her forehead.

"And your skin is so soft." I feel the need to touch her cheek.

"Yeah you defiantly are druck, come on let's get you home." she says laughing and wraps one arm around me, trying to get me to walk towards the exit.

"Wait." I say and grab her by her jacket, pulling her against me.

Her warmth surrounds me and I feel like I could pass out just from that feeling.

"Mala."

"Yes?" her voice is so soft, like she is an angel.

"I really want to kiss you." I say, looking at her lips for some seconds before I look up into her eyes.

"That's because you're drunk." she says but not letting go of me.

"No! I mean yes...I say that because I am drunk but I want to kiss you even when I am sober."

"You-"

"I am in love with you, Mala."

A small smile curls up on her lips and she softly grabs my chin.

"If you really mean that, then say it again when you are sober." she says, stepping back.

"But don't play with my feelings Y/N."

I slowly nod, suddenly feeling really tiered.

"Let's get you home." she says and I follow her down the hall, we say goodbye to Magda and Pernille and some other people and I see Magda whispering something to Mala while looking at me but I cant hear what they are saying.

Mala drives me home and waits outside until I am inside my apartment.

---

We have two final training sessions before everyone is going on their summer vacations and as usual I am one of the last ones to be there.

Malas place in the locker room is directly opposite to mine and normally we talk a little while getting chanced and she helps me doing my hair.

But today is different.

Yesterday morning I woke up with my head feeling like it had doubled in size but unfortunately I could remember everything that had happened.

And I feel like she also did.

The training is good but it feels different without Mala talking to me and making jokes all the time.

At the final training it is the same and I definitely know that I don't want to go into summer brake like that.

I try to be the last one to go into the locker room but she is already waiting outside as I get there.

"We should talk." she says and I nod.

"Yeah."

I follow her around the corner so we won't get interrupted by any of the other players.

"I don't know how much you remember of the party night but-"

"I remember everything." I interrupt her, leaning against the wall.

"And I am sorry for telling you that but..." I look at the floor, I could just deny it, deny my feelings, deny the fact that I didn't say all of that because I was drunk.

"I...I cant tell you that it was because of the alcohol, because .... because it is true. Everything I said." I say and look up.

I am surprised by the way she looks back at me, not mad or hurt but with a small smile on her lips. Her beautiful lips.

She steps closer.

"What is true?" she asks.

"That I am in love with you and that I want to kiss you."

"And what did I say after you told me that?"

"To tell you that again when I am sober?" I ask, confused about her reaction.

"No after that."

"To not play with your feelings." I repeat her words, realizing that I completely forgot about that till now.

"Because I cant have you telling me, that you like me back and not meaning it." she explains, taking another step towards me, my body now trapped between her and the wall.

"You...you like me too?" I ask, but scared of what she would say I look down at our shoes.

"How could I not like you." she whispers in the space between us. And like she did at the weeding, she grabs my chin and softly pushes it up.

She leans forwards, searching in my eyes for the permission to do it.

I close my eyes, waiting for her lips to meet mine. And they do.

Her lips feel so soft against mine. She tastes a little like Powerade, lip balm and her.

I can't believe I am kissing her.

As we brake apart, a big smile forms on my lips.

I open my mouth to say something but someone else is faster than me.

"Wow."

We look to the side and I feel one of Malas arms around me like she wants to protect me from anything that could happen now.

At the end of the hallway, there are standing Magda and Pernille, both ready to go home.

"Soon enough." Magda says, coming towards us, followed by her wife.

I just look at them, to stunned to speak.

"Magda." Pernille says in a warning tone.

"What?" She says laughing "You also knew about this."

"You...what?" I ask.

"I told them about my feelings." Mala says and looks at me. So that was what they were talking about at the weeding.

"Well, weddings make lovers." Magda says and smiles at us like a proud mom.

[delusional-dinosaurr]

We're Moving Too Fast...Aren't We? (Guro Reiten x Reader)

You're enjoying a night out, on a rooftop bar with a few other WSL clubs, and your own team, Arsenal. It was WSL tradition to throw a big party in London for the end of season, usually this is only the major clubs as the others struggle to get to grips with near relegation. Today's team attendees were yourselves at Arsenal, Chelsea, Spurs, The Manchesters and Villa. 

"Come ooooon Y/N it's time to dance" Your mate Victoria Pelova slurs at you. You approach her and steady her with your arms. 

"Think that's enough to drink now Vic, don't want you vomiting over the carpet in our house" You smile, helping her find a chair and some water, Viv takes over on 'motherly duties' so you can walk away and be with the others. 

"Going on the pull tonight Y/N?" Alex Scott nudges your side. She always gets an invite alongside many other retired players, a lot are still very close friends with the teams they played for. 

"Nah, you know that's not my thing anymore" You wink at her. 

"Y/N I've seen you kissing multiple girls on the same night, why not here!" Leah nudges you. 

"I don't like to mix business with pleasure" you joke, asking the bartender for another glass. “For the record, that was a joke. I’m not like that anymore, I’ve matured from the partygirl I was when I was 19! Magda helped a lot with that”.

"Well at least flirt around a bit, it's always fun to watch how quickly you work your magic" Leah says, convincingly. 

"If you need tips on how to pull you could've just asked Lee" You tease. "but fine, I'll do it, what harm can it do". 

"Okay challenge for tonight, a Chelsea girl" Alex wiggles her eyebrows at you, both you and Leah visibly shudder at the word 'Chelsea'. 

"For one night fine, but mark my words, you'll never find me dating or sleeping with a Chelsea girl" You shake your head walking over to the dancefloor drink in hand. 

You dance with a few of your friends, one of those being Magda, even if she is still Chelsea through and through she was like a mother figure to you during your loan spell at Linköpings when you were much younger. She sees you glancing around and stops you with her hand on your chest, letting out what seemed to be a sigh.

"Y/N... Really? I thought you grew out of this during your year in Sweden with me" She smacks your shoulder.

"It's for Leah's entertainment,and for a bet… and it's a Chelsea girl" You shudder again, making Magda laugh and nudge you.

"Well here's some advice. They don't like the gunners and wouldn't want to flirt with one, but I've heard Guro, Niamh and Jessie all say something somewhat nice about you" She sighs, gesturing over to the girls.

"It's only some flirting to show Leah I'm better at flirting than her" You offer a small smile "Promise I won't be sleeping around or trying to get with one of them" she holds out her pinky, which you interlock yours with hers.

You dance over to the Chelsea girls and greet them somewhat politely, getting hugs from all three.

"You guys had an insane season, congratulations" You hold your drink up to them, which they do in response as you all sip your drinks.

"So what brings you over here?" Jessie elbows you.

"My girls are boring or waaaaay too drunk to be dancing with me" you chuckle, sliding up a bit closer to the group.

“Reckon you’ll ever play for us Y/N?” Niamh smirks at you cheekily.

“Absolutely not, you won't catch me dead in a Chelsea shirt” You grimace, causing the three girls to laugh at your response. “Now what about you guys wearing a Y/L/N shirt to an Arsenal match one day in support of the better team?”.

“Not a chance” Guro says, rolling her eyes.

“I bet I can get you wearing an Arsenal shirt to one of my matches by the end of this year, in support of me” You smirk at Guro. Jessie and Niamh seem to be deep in another conversation with Magda and Pernille to the side, leaving you to work your magic like you told your friends you would do.

“It’s so on, if you fail, you can wear a Reiten shirt at one of our matches, I’ll get you front row seats so you can admire the view” She winks holding out her hand which you shake, sealing your bet.

“Oh believe me I am enjoying the view already” You look at her eyes and give her a soft smile.

“Wait a second…are you doing what I think you’re doing?” She questions.

“Depends on if you like it or not” You mumble, suddenly feeling slightly nervous. This was unlike your usual behaviour when it came to flirting. As you’re feeling the nerves you look into her eyes and feel yourself melt slightly at the soft look she’s giving you.

“And what if I do like it?” She says in a more suggestive tone “Is this the great Y/N getting nervous? Never thought I’d see the day”. “If you do like it, then I’d suggest we take this to the dance floor” You nod over to the dancefloor where many of your friends are dancing together. “Oh and I don’t get nervous, even if it’s a beautiful woman like you”. You whisper in her ear and see a very faint blush on her face. You smile to yourself as you both walk to the dancefloor hand in hand. 

You dance together for a while, still engaging in conversation with each other. As the night goes on the drinks continue flowing and you feel yourself getting more and more confident, making somewhat bolder moves and both getting drunker.

━━━━━

“åh herregud!” You hear as your eyes shoot open. “What the hell, why are you here?”. 

You look around and have absolutely no idea where you are, apart from the fact Guro Reiten is sat up next to you in a bed that you’re both sharing.

“It’s okay, we’re fine” You calm her down. “Now, how the hell did we get here? Where are we?”

“My apartment, and I have no idea how we got here together” She sighs, you admire her morning hair, messily laying on her shoulders. The light coming in through the blinds of her room makes her eyes glisten and skin glow. Wait what?

“Okay question one, do you live here alone?” You ask her, she shakes her head. “Oh my god you have a girlfriend? Shit I’m so sorry, fuck, I should go” You panic and start standing up to get ready to leave. “No you idiot, I share a house with Erin and Niamh” She drags you back down. “My question for you is, what do you think we did last night?”.

“Well from the fact we are both still pretty much in last night's clothes, not a lot” You chuckle, walking over to her mirror “Although I don’t remember me having these yesterday” you narrow your eyes at her in the reflection in the mirror whilst pointing at the trail of hickeys on your neck, causing her to blush. 

“It could’ve been anyone!” She says with her eyes wide.

“Considering I woke up in your bed, I’m very sure on who it was” You roll your eyes. You sit in silence for a few seconds, both getting your bearings on what happened, how and what you’re gonna do to get away with it.

“Do you actually remember much from last night?” She asks you, leaning back against the mattress, you follow her lead and lay next to her. Her shirt has risen slightly from her flopping onto the bed and you can’t help but admire her body. “Eyes up here Y/LN” she smirks as you quickly snap your eyes back up to hers.

“I remember enough to have a good understanding of why I’m here. For the record, Leah and Alex dared me to pull a Chelsea player but as soon as we started talking that all went out the window” You break eye contact, your nerves get the better of you until you feel a hand gently moving your chin to force you back into eye contact with her.

“I guessed that after you snuck your way over to our table, they were watching you the whole time. I also really enjoyed time with you Y/N, I can make myself nice and free today if you want to re-do last night… but with less alcohol please” She says holding her stomach, you nod back enthusiastically.

“I can run home and grab my car? I can drive us somewhere if you like, as it seems we only live around the corner from each other!” You say excitedly. “That and I need to try to sneak in without waking up Vic and Gio, that’s going to be a nightmare”.

“Meet me outside in an hour? That gives me time to freshen up and look less like I had a night with an Arsenal player” She fake heaves, you roll your eyes in response and walk to the door of her room.

“WAIT” She grabs your hand “I think the girls are downstairs, let me distract them and I’ll say Cereal when you’re clear to escape” She says walking out the room. You sneak down quietly and hide around a corner from the girls.

“No I didn’t sleep with Y/N! Jesus Erin, you’ll never catch me with a gooner” She laughs. You hear a gasp from Niamh, instantly you feel that dreadful feeling of being caught.

“Did she do this?” Niamh continues fussing over Guro “In all seriousness I’m proud of you for getting some Guro, it’s about time”.

“Ugh, can we stop talking about her now, have we got any cereal in the kitchen or did you eat it all Erin?” Guro says, you notice the codeword and slowly make your way to the front door of the house and manage to escape barely making a noise. Rather than the walk of shame, you opt for an Uber home rather than walking for 10 minutes, still unable to fight that nauseous feeling. 

When you arrive home you open the door to find Vic passed out on the floor in the living room, you start making her a coffee to help her with the wake up, alongside some painkillers. You lift her gently off the floor and place her on the sofa whilst making her drink, she starts waking up too thankfully.

“Morning Y/N, still wearing last night's clothes?” She jokes.

“Didn’t even make it to my bed, you’re expecting me to go through all that effort to get dressed too?” You lie.

“Morning you two” Gio sings as she walks in with a starbucks in hand.

“Where were you, young lady?” You joke, hands on hips.

“Oh I stayed at Katherine’s, I can see you two got home safe?” Gio says looking over at you both still in last night's clothes. 

“Oh yeah, I got in a little after this one, but all in one piece!” You say nudging Vic. 

“God how drunk was I? I don’t even remember getting home, bet it was Viv” Vic sighs. You sigh, relieved that your housemates have no suspicions of you staying out last night.

“Anyway as much as I love you both, I need to get out of these clothes, and get some shopping done” You say.

“Can I come?” Vic asks.

“Nope, unless you really want to go with me to test out which guitar I want for 3 hours” You smirk.

“Nevermind, I’d rather sit at home eating ice cream” She kisses you on the cheek as she walks off to the kitchen with the coffee you made her, you make your way up to your room. As you get dressed after your shower, there’s a gentle knock on your door. 

“What? I already said I’m going guitar shopping!” You grumble. “It’s me” You hear Gio on the other side “Are you decent?” you open the door for her to come in, you’ve not put a shirt on yet but have your sports bra on.

“Now, Vic may believe your lies, but I do not. Where were you last night?” She squints at you.

“I’m not lying, I was at home just after Vic” You shrug, Gio chuckles.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I won’t tell on you, but I can tell” She gives you a soft smile.

“But..how? You weren’t even home?” You sigh.

“One, you set off our ring doorbell with motion just now. I’ve deleted the recording of you fumbling your way in earlier. Two, your neck tells me a different story” She smirks poking at one of the dark red marks “Now I’ll keep your secret safe, on one condition. You tell me who it was”. 

“You know I love you right?” You look at her guiltily, again she gives you her squinted look. “It was a Chelsea player”.

“I can’t believe you! I don’t even care who it is! If the team finds out you’re so fucked” Gio gasps. You throw a shirt on and get ready to leave whilst Gio is still fussing about your ordeal.

“You’re meeting up with her, aren’t you?” She smirks.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not” You say whilst still grabbing your stuff to go.

“Listen, if you’re thinking what I’m thinking… This is massively out of your normal behaviour. The Y/N Y/L/N doesn’t do dates. So this is clearly something special. I promise I won’t tell anyone, and I can’t wait for you to tell me all about your date later” Gio wraps you in a tight hug and kisses your cheek. “Now go get your girl!” She smacks your back.

You jog out of the house yelling a ‘bye’ and ‘love you’ to your housemates. You get in your car and drive to Guro’s apartment. As you pull up outside you see her having an animated conversation with Erin and Niamh and lower the window slightly to hear the conversation.

“No Erin, it's not some random creep I’ve met. I promise she’s really nice” Guro groans.

“I trust you, but I don’t trust her. Let me meet her. Is that her now?” She points directly at your car and starts walking towards it alongside Guro and Niamh. You decide to hop out of the car and greet them.

“Absolutely not, not a chance. Guro why a gooner!” Erin groans. You two have hung out a few times together post Chelsea and Arsenal matches so you are on good speaking terms.

“Hey nothing wrong with us!” You joke back smiling at Erin.

“Right, I’m going all protective on you now” She nudges Guro to get in your car whilst you two talk. “What are your intentions with Guro, and what happened last night?”.

“I had a feeling this was coming” You sigh “I know I have this history, but that’s all it is now. My intentions with Guro however? I don’t even know, but I do know I will treat her with the respect she deserves. I’m sorta new to this whole going on a date thing and I’m super nervous and I really like her…and now I’m rambling” You blush, Erin starts grinning, Niamh gives a nod.

“Our protective duties are done. She’s all yours. I trust you Y/N” Erin gives you a hug. 

“But you didn’t even let me tell you what happened last night?” You question.

“Ah we don’t need to know, because I let you two and Niamh in last night. You were like giggly schoolgirls. You and I had to carry Guro up the stairs and that was a disaster, followed by us doing the same for Niamh. I was only joking about being protective, I know you care, even if it has only been one day of getting to know her and for the record, I had a feeling you guys would hit it off one day” She winks. You laugh and have a small conversation with the two of them before leaving for your date with Guro.

“Have fun you two! But not too much, yeah?” Niamh jokes as you start pulling the car away. As you get on the road you put your playlist on in the car and sit comfortably in Guro’s company.

“What did they say to you?” She asks, looking over to you. You keep your eyes on the road.

“Well, they went all protective, I rambled, turns out Erin let us and Niamh in last night and we carried you up the stairs, and then had to carry Niamh too. Now she thinks she’s cupid as she expected us to get on well” You chuckle, Guro groans.

“I swear to God she’s so annoying” Guro whines. “What did you ramble about?”.

“You” You say quietly.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you” She teases.

“You know what I said. You, I rambled about you. How this is all very new to me and even if it has been less than 24 hours I already really care about you and think you deserve the world” You ramble “Look what you’ve done I’m rambling again!” You grumble.

“Well I think it’s cute” both you and Guro start blushing. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever be such a mess for someone.

━━━━━

"...and that's how I missed the Derby last year" You chuckle as Guro laughs along. 

"To think I thought it was a sport related injury, not tripping down the stairs drunk trying to chase Frida" She laughs. You stir your coffee and admire her, you find yourself getting lost in her eyes once again. 

"You know, you aren't all that bad Y/LN" Guro smiles, placing a hand on yours. 

"Same with you, Reiten" You give her hand a squeeze. 

"I don't wanna go back to the girls after this, I'm gonna get quizzed" Guro groans. 

"You can always come over to mine? Vic and Gio will be home but we can order some food in and chill?" You offer, she nods in response. 

━━━━━

You open your door and you're hit with silence, either they're in their rooms or out. 

"The coast is clear, go go go" you say, dragging Guro in. Luckily you were right, neither of your housemates were home. Your phone vibrates in your pocket. 

Gio - GURO REITEN?! 

As you both settle on your sofa you respond to Gio. 

Y/N - Damn doorbell… Just a friend x

Gio - Liar. Keep your naughty business to your room please, we will be home soon (I didn't tell Vic)❤️

You sigh as you lock your phone, look at Guro who's also looking at your phone. 

"Just a friend?" Guro looks at you. 

"Well… I didn't wanna put a label on it, that's a lot of pressure for us" You mumble. 

"Well I don't wanna just be your friend Y/N" She strokes your cheek "I like this side of you, nervous, caring and a real charmer".

"I try, I try" You chuckle "But in all seriousness, I feel the same. How about… Dating?" You suggest.

"As long as that means I can do this…" She leans in and kisses you, you get carried away until you hear the door being unlocked, you both run up the stairs and hide from your housemates who luckily didn't spot you. 

"That was a close one" Guro breathes out heavily.

You hear a hello downstairs from someone you didn't expect. 

"Oh my god Frida's home from visiting her girlfriend!" You instantly jump up "I'll be right back! FRIDA FRIDA FRIDA" you run down the stairs yelling and jump into your best friend's arms. 

"Oh hello Y/N, I missed you too" Frida laughs, hugging you tightly. "Where are the other two?". 

"They went out, they'll be back soon though!" You smile "You should probably unpack and shower, I'll leave you to it!" you say as you run back up to your room. Guro is just sitting on your bed, admiring your room and looking at your medals and awards. 

"Enjoying yourself?" you smile, she nods. You pass her your phone with your local Chinese takeaway menu on it so she can pick what she wants, once you order you cuddle on the bed just chatting quietly. 

"I can't believe I'm dating an Arsenal player" Guro groans. 

"I'd be honoured too" You smirk. 

"You're never getting me to wear your shirt, national team maybe but Arsenal it's a hard pass" She kisses your cheek. 

"What would it take to get you to wear an Arsenal shirt" You ask her. 

"Hmmm" she taps her chin thinking. You smirk and lean in to kiss her. "That won't work but it'll help your case". You connect your lips and carry on from where you left off downstairs. You lean over her and kiss her from above her, it continues getting fairly heated, quiet moans, shaky breaths. 

"Hey Y/N your food is…. WOOOAH! I am so sorry! I didn't know you had someone up here… wait GURO?!" Frida shrieks. 

“I would say it’s not what it looks like but… yeah” You sigh as you roll off Guro.

“Y/N, a word please? In private” Frida says, waving you out of the room and shutting the door. “Okay you know I love you a lot. But Guro has been through a lot, don’t play around with her, be honest and open and you’ll be fine”.

“Frida trust me, I don’t ever want to hurt her. Yeah it’s a lot for only a day of getting to know eachother, but there’s a connection we have and I can’t explain it. Ever since I first played against her a few years back I always felt nervous seeing her. She’s just so pretty and I used to find her somewhat intimidating. I wanted to get her attention but I knew she had a girlfriend and it’d just be seen as me doing ‘a Y/N’. Main reason I stopped partying and messing about, and she doesn’t even know it.” You ramble.

“Y/N…you really do care about her don’t you? I remember the last match you played Norway that you went all blushy when you did a shirt swap with her. It all makes sense! Y/N has a loooover” Frida sings.

“Shut uuuup!” You groan. “Now can I get back to my girlfriend but not girlfriend?” You whine.

“Yep, but on one condition, you tell the team when you’re official. Both teams that is” She smirks.

“Deal” You say as you open your bedroom door to go back in. 

“Come sort out your food you two, or I’m stealing your spring rolls” Frida yells up the stairs. You instantly spring off the bed.

“NOOOOO!” You run down the stairs and tackle Frida, with Guro following behind, removing you from your friend and pinning you down.

“Traitor! You’re a traitor!” You say towards Guro.

“Us Norwegians stick together” Frida fist bumps Guro and you scowl at them.

You hear a commotion at the door followed by your other housemates walking in. 

“Oh. My. God. We have a Chelsea player in our house, this feels so wrong” Gio jokes, going to greet Guro “I’m Gio, but you can call me Y/N’s worst nightmare”. Guro laughs and gives Gio a small hug. Followed by Vic. The two had brought home food for them and Frida so you all sit on the sofas and eat your food, engaging in chatter. 

“Guro, why her though” Frida whines.

“Hey I heard her ramble to you through the door, I think just that alone was self explanatory” Guro shrugs, your eyes go wide. Guro hugs into your side. 

"I never thought I'd see Y/N with a girlfriend. You're so happy and it's barely been a day" Vic grins.

“Yeah well, get used to it” You smile leaning more into Guro.

After a few hours of chatting, eating and watching shows your housemates decide to call it a night.

“I should probably get going, I’ve got training in the morning” Guro sighs, with a sad smile on her face “I had a lot of fun Y/N, I’m really glad we did have the guts to have a drunk sleepover”.

“Me too, how about I give you a lift home? That or you can always stay for the night? I’ve got some spare clothes and I can take you home in the morning and give you a lift to training, I have no plans tomorrow so I don’t mind hel-” You ramble until Guro breaks it with a gentle kiss. 

“If it helps you stop rambling, I’ll stay tonight. How about we go out for dinner tomorrow…its a team dinner with partners at Chelsea so you’re more than welcome to go with me, that’s if you’d want to do that” She blushes. You nod in response.

“We aren’t moving too fast are we?” You chuckle “Because if so, I don’t care”.

“I think we’ve both had our eye on each other for a while, so I guess we are just making up for lost time” Guro smiles, squeezing your hand as you stifle a yawn. 

“Right you, let’s go to bed” She pulls you upstairs.

━━━━━

Part 2 is already in the works :)

[skipper1331]

Jealous // Guro Reiten

Jealous. A word that described Guro perfectly.

The first time you realized she was jealous was at a U17 match against Spain.

The game had ended in a 2-1 win for Norway but that didn‘t stop the spanish defender from apologizing to you.

Towards the end of the game she had tackled you which resulted in you limping off the field. It was nothing serious but to be sure you got subbed off. Guro was furious. As soon as she saw you lying on the floor she wanted to rip heads off. You were her weak spot and every teammate knew that. So before Guro could storm over one of them held her back.

"I‘m really sorry. I didn‘t mean to hurt you." the defender said while holding out her hand. "It‘s okay" you answered, shaking her hand.

Guro watched the whole scene. She could have sworn the moment your hands touched the spaniards face turned red. Yet you couldn‘t see because the defender hugged you. Too long for Guros liking. "You good?" one of your teammates asked her, seeing her furrowed brows. "Totally" sarcasm laced in her voice, her eyes never leaving the sight in front of her. Following the direction where Guro was looking your teammate saw the problem. "You‘re jealous?"

The word jealous caught her off guard. Her cheeks began to burn, she felt embarrassed yet it described her feelings perfectly.

She felt jealous seeing you with the spaniard. She felt jealous when the spaniard touched you. How could a stranger dare to touch what‘s hers?

"Someone is watching you" the spaniard laughed. You turned your head slightly just to be met with the familiar face of your girlfriend. Even though she was a bit away you could see how her face softened when you looked at her. Her stone cold face turning into a sunshine one again. Only you had that effect on her.

When she had a bad day; only you could cheer her up.

When she had a bad dream; only you could calm her down.

When she was sad; only you could make her smile.

It‘s always been you.

"Right" you laughed "I better keep going. It was nice to meet you."

"The pleasure was all mine" with that you said your good byes.

You were on your way back to your team, to Guro, when Guro walked up to you. Your girlfriend pressed her lips forcefully on yours, grabbing your waist and pulling you into her, claiming you as hers.

She made sure the spanish defender saw it.

But because you were still in public you shortly pulled away after. Guro whined at the loss of contact. "What was that for?" you questioned breathlessly. "Just because" she replied whilst tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You two gazed lovingly at each other like you often do until you broke the silence. "You were jealous, right?" giggling at her, you couldn‘t hide your amusement. "What? No!" she tried to deny it, to defend herself but you knew better. "Fine. Yes" she grumbled.

That was the first of many times you saw Guro jealous.

The recent one was again in presence of your teammates. This time though it wasn‘t the nationalteam, it was the Chelsea team.

The team had agreed to have a fun night out. So while Guro, Erin and Sam got ready at Sams Madga, Pernille and you got ready in the Eriksson-Harder apartment.

On the way to the bar, you picked up Niamh and Jessie. Magda and Pernille were considered as the parents of you all. So of course, the three of you were squeezed together in the back seats whilst singing your hearts out to Taylor Swift songs.

Most of the team were already waiting for the five of you. And when you did finally show up the fun began.

"You look absolutely breathtaking" Guro whispered in your ear as you entered the bar. You blushed like a little girl.

People were dancing around, sitting and chatting and other people just drank.

As the night went on, some of you were dancing and some of you sat at the tables chatting. But Guro couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Either she had her hand on your thigh or she had her arm around your waist. She could hardly focus on what her friends were saying because she was hypnotized by you and your beauty. The outfit you were wearing made her go crazy. "I‘m gonna go dancing with Z" you whispered in her ear. After a kiss, Z dragged you away. The first song you danced to was 'Shut Up and Dance', then ABBA, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry. The music was a wild mix out of everything. You loved it. "Do you want something to drink?" Z asked as she stopped her dance moves. "No thanks" you shouted so she could hear you. With everybody singing, chatting, doing whatever it was loud. She gave you a thumbs up and went to the bar to get herself a drink. Despite being without anybody of your friends on the dance floor, you couldn‘t care less. The music was awesome and you felt great, so why don‘t enjoy it? That was until a woman started to hit on you. At first she just danced in front of you but when she came closer to you and said "Hey! You look really pretty." you were overwhelmed. Her hands made her way onto your arms which made you feel very uncomfortable. "I‘m mar-" your attempt to clarify that you‘re happily married was cut off by an angry Guro Reiten. "Get your fucking hands off my wife" with one push the strangers hands were off of you and Guro was dragging you outside. "Are you alright?" she asked in a concerned voice. "Yes" you told her truthfully. Everything was okay. You were a bit shaken up but alright. Guro looked for any signs of discomfort in your eyes but there were none. "Good. We‘re going home." Her voice was back angry. She was angry. Yet she held your hand. She needed to feel your touch. It always calmed her down. The walk to her car was silent. The car ride even more. Her jaw was clenched, her gaze fixed on the road. You hated the silence. You didn’t understand why there was one. Did I do something wrong? Why is she mad at me? "Baby?" She didn‘t answer you. Her gaze still fixed on the road. "Guro?" you tried again. "Don‘t call me that." her voice softer now but still her facial expression showed you that she was angry. "Then tell me, what‘s wrong? You haven‘t looked at me since we left."

"I‘m angry."

"At me?" your voice was quiet.

"No"

It was clear that Guro didn‘t want to talk. So you respected that.

The ride home was long, longer than it should have been but you didn‘t say anything. If she needed her time, you would give it to her. She drove around for half an hour until she stopped at a car park. The two of you remained sitting in silence. If she wanted to talk about it, she needed to go first. "I wanted to leave the bar as soon as we entered" she confessed "the moment we walked in everybody had their eyes on you. They all checked you out. It annoyed me. And when I saw this woman touching you - I noticed you being uncomfortable I only saw red. I‘m sorry for not speaking to you." she looked at you with pleading eyes. Eyes that told you, she loved you. They told you, she was sorry. Taking her hand in yours, you pressed a kiss onto it, looking directly at her. "I love you" was your only reply. Those words meant more than an simple I love you. It meant: it‘s okay, i‘m yours and more. It was a promise.

Guro will always get jealous when it comes to you. It didn‘t matter if you both were young or old and gray. If someone looks at you for too long, touches you for too long, Guro would make sure to claim you as hers.

That‘s the way it was, is and will be.

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[sant-riley]

Okay yk what idc I got alot of thoughts of Puerto rican! Reader with the boys, I am not sorry, I need to get this out of my system. so I'm giving her the codename of Teddy :) sorry if that ruins the immersion!

General hcs/thoughts I have with the boys from mw2:

Ghost could destroy an entire pernil by himself. He actively looks forward to it every single Thanksgiving despite him literally not being American and thus doesn't celebrate it. "L.T, don't tell me you're going over to her house just for some pork." "Why yes Johnny, I am." He is not sharing with a single soul, he will break someone's fingers. (Teddy makes him his own at this point so the others can have a try)

Soap fucking chugs Coquito like it's nothing, bc technically it isn't compared to the stuff he has back home. At first he was apprehensive but now he usually goes home with a bottle. He will share but if he sees someone wasting it he will be pissed. It is hard as fuck to come by in Scotland if not the base.

Price very much enjoys the cleaning playist Teddy has, she told him how growing up that that was how her mom told her it was time to get her ass up and do chores. He finds himself playing it early in the morning while he does documents to wake himself up.

Everyone's favorite song round let's go

Soap's favorite - Suavemente

Ghost's favorite - Anhelo (totally not bc he danced with her to this one)

Price's favorite - Danza Kuduro

Gaz's favorite - La Vaca

Alejandro being surprised when he sees a short Hispanic woman with two big ass European men. "Tu con estos dos? de donde eres chiquita?"

Soap fucking pushes himself in and answers for her, a smug little smile from all the little Spanish he picked up. Ghost just rolls his eyes and tries to not groan. Soap being a showoff.

The solidarity between the Vaqueros and Teddy 🤝 different countries but there's alot to have in common.

Teddy cursing in Spanish at the top of her lungs and Alejandra and Rudy snorting. "You kiss your grandmother with that mouth?"

The boys have in fact danced with her when she's feeling homesick, each one. Soap and Gaz don't mind doing it in public where as Ghost and Price rather do it in their rooms/her room. Ghost and Price will say its good exercise but we all know the truth.

When fresh food is available, they'll ask her to make the food she eats off duty. It's different combinations of rice and beans, along with meat always.

Everyone fucking devours tostones btw. Literally they have to buy so many plantains to make sure everyone has their fill or there will in fact be a fight.

SHE MAKES THEM HELP MAKE PASTELES!! It's a whole assembly line. Christmas is a war zone in of itself trying to make the shits.

Ghost drinks Cafe bustelo straight out the machine. No one else can stand the stuff bc it's too strong.

When sofrito has to be made, everyone makes Soap cut the onions lmfao, the worst part of the entire process.

Everyone starts to saying spanglish around base, Gaz switching from English to accented Spanish is a interesting sight 😭 Teddy mocks him as if she isn't to blame.

THE WAY GHOST SAYS NUEVO IN RESPONSE TO LEAVING ALEJANDRO AND HE GETS FLAMED FOR IT BC THATS NOT HOW YOU SAY OF COURSE.

"Really? Nuevo? Do you know what that means?" "Oh for fucks sakes."

Okay I'm tired and my fingers hurt from typing all of this lol I'll add more probably at some point!

If you'd like to be tagged in future works, please comment under my rules that are pinned to my blog!

[wosowrites]

Kissing Strangers (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

Warnings: s3xual content

A/n: based off this request here

Prompt: In which jealousy leads to anger, leads to hurtful words and leads to a revaluation of your friendship with jessie fleming.

"Well fuck you! Fuck you for saying that Jessie because I cannot keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you!"

4 hours earlier

You hadn’t been doing well lately. At all. Your mental health was in the pits, your confidence was low and your only solution was clubbing. Which was a horrid solution considering you were a pro football player and you had a big game in 20 hours. The second leg of the UWCL quarter final would be crucial to say the least. You needed to keep the advantage in your favour. Which meant you, star winger, top league goalscorer could most definitely not come over there with a hangover.

But you drank anyways, alone, at a bar. And despite your intense lesbianism, you were letting men hit on you to buy you drinks. That was the source of this all, in fact. Being a lesbian. Being a lesbian who was head over heels for Jessie Fleming.

That woman was complicated. She has never been into dating, having always been hyper focused on sports, and then school, and then her career. So despite knowing her since you were 14, and despite being in love with her since you were 16, you had never gone anywhere. Not even a kiss, only teasing flirting that she could never return as it would have her blushing and stuttering furiously, at a loss for words.

The club was loud. It smelled like sweat, alcohol and bad decisions. Your latest bad decision being a 5 foot 6 blonde with a knack for dancing. You danced with her for a while, letting your hands ghost her sides. One thing led to another and you had her pressed up against a wall, making out with her.

She was the fourth woman tonight.

You weren’t proud of it, even less proud when you stumbled out of the bar, needing a lift home. You had lost your wallet but you were too drunk to realize the gravity of that situation.

You had your phone though, so you opened it and scrolled through your contacts. Magda? No way, captain mom would not be happy at all. Pernille? Captain moms girlfriend, nope. Jessie…? Fat chance, you didn’t want her to see you like this.

No money for a cab, no Chelsea player to call, scared they would tattle. You didn’t know what to do. You slouched down on a bench and then remembered. Sabrina D’angelo now was a Gunner. You played together for Canada, she would understand your Jessie situation and she wasn’t connected to any of the Chelsea girls. Perfect.

You pressed her contact and let the phone ring. After a couple seconds, she answered. You knew Sab stayed up late, so her voice didn’t seem one bit tired. "Hey y/n!" her voice said. You could hear music playing in the back. "Hey, Sab. Listen, can you come pick me up? I’m at a bar and… I’m drunk and I just-" you started saying. "Say less. I’ll be there in ten. Send me your location," she said.

Sabrina was reliable. She was there in exactly ten minutes, driving a fiat you knew wasn’t hers. "Whose car is that?" you asked, slurring your words and you stumbled towards her. "Leah’s," she answered, grabbing your arm and guiding you to the front seat. "Oh. You didn’t tell her anything, did you?" you asked. "Was I not supposed to?" she asked gently as you sat down. "Urgh. It’s fine just tell her not to say anything else, okay?" you said.

Sabrina nodded and then got into the drivers seat. You drove in silence for a while after giving the keeper the instructions to get to your apartment complex. "What is this about? This isn’t you. Getting drunk… going out when you have a crucial game in less than 24 hours… what’s going on?" she asked you.

You thought for a bit. What the hell were you supposed to tell her. No one knew about Jessie.

"I’m in love with Jessie and she’s never gonna love me back. So I was stupid and got drunk and I’ve been… I don’t know, Sab… I’ve been going around hooking up with people at bars to try and get my mind off of her," you confessed, leaning your head against the cold window. "Ah, so you’ve finally decided to admit it," she said to you, stopping at a red light. "What do you mean?" you asked her. "Come on now. We all know. Everyone knows you’re in love with her."

Sabrina dropped you off at your apartment complex and you were hoping to god that no one was out in the hallways. You had a good reputation. You were the neighbour that brought the groceries in for people and gave people cookies when you made too many. You didn’t want them to see this side of you.

So, you did your very best to summon any inch of you that was slightly sober to take over. It was 12:00 after all, so you doubted anyone would roam the halls. But still.

You made it to your apartment safe and sound and scanned your key card.

Stumbling into the appartement, hoping she wasn’t awake, you placed your phone on the counter and then kicked off your shoes. You opened the fridge to pull out the water pitcher in hopes of sobering up.

"Where the fuck were you?"

You groaned before you saw her. You closed the fridge door and then turned around. "Out," you said.

"You can’t go out! Especially when we have the most important game of the season tomorrow. You do know that it’s all our dream to win that championship, right?" the Canadian yelled. "Shut up," you groaned, pressing your head into your hands. "What did you say?" she spat back.

This wasn’t like her to get mad, and that’s when you knew that she wasn’t mad, but worried. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Jessie. I don’t know what happened…"

That was a lie. You knew exactly what happened. She had happened.

But Jessie was Jessie after all. And although she was a little angry, she still came up to you and laced you into a hug, which meant a lot because she was not one for hugs.

"Go sit on the couch. We need to make you the less hungover possible," Jessie said.

And that’s when she saw it.

That’s when her eyes landed on your neck which was covered in hickeys.

"Did you hookup with someone at the bar?" Jessie breathed out.

Now that, that was just jealousy. Her heart ached. Her mind raced. "So I was wrong, she’s not in love with me," she thought to herself.

Once you answered her, it was the alcohol talking. "One person, two, four… what’s the difference?" you laughed, stumbling to the couch.

Jessie felt like she had been punched in the gut.

"Four people? Jesus christ, y/n!" she said, a little louder than she wanted. This was not like her. Jessie was calm and collected, sweet, caring. She was not like this. "Calm down. It’s fine. It was just making out and touching. No actual sex," you rolled your eyes, lying down on the couch. "Sit up! I’m talking to you!" she said, towering over you. You sat up and looked at her with wide eyes. "You’re mad?" you said, question marks in your own eyes. "Yeah! You fucking bet I am, when did you start kissing random people in bars? When did you get so desperate? Are your standards that low? So low that you’ll choose a random girl at the bar over me?"

You hadn’t registered her last sentence. Your drunken mind only taking in her insults.

"Well fuck you! Fuck you for saying that Jessie because I cannot keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you!" You yelled at her, making your head throb.

Tears were streaming down your face and you had never felt more helpless.

"I pretend- I pretend they’re you. I kiss random girls at bars and hope that when I open my eyes it’ll be your eyes looking at me, your lips that had just kissed mine and your freckles on YOUR cheeks. I want you. But clearly I’m too much of a fucking slut for you," you growled.

That was the last thing you said to her until 9:00 PM the next day.

Jessie woke up at 7:30 and went out to get bagels. She was hoping to do something to make it up to you. She wanted to tell you she loved you back, but she was sure all feelings you had for her were gone. Despite having said she wanted to be the one you were kissing, she knew you hadn’t heard that part. And then it hit her that you had been so drunk that night that you probably remembered nothing from the night before.

You woke up at 10:00, your eyes bloodshot and swollen from crying, but you didn’t really know why.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and passed your hands through your hair. "Jesus," you groaned. You could recall a screaming match with Jessie, but about what you had no clue. It would come back to you eventually. You just assumed that if you couldn’t remember what happened, it wasn’t importent.

You walked out of your bedroom wearing grey sweat shorts and a tight cropped grey tank top, showing off your abs and arms.

You walked into the kitchen and made a hangover smoothie, hoping for the pain to be gone by 3:00 as that would be when you would leave for Stanford Bridge.

Jessie walked into the apartment twenty minutes after your wake, just as you poured the smoothie into a cup.

"Hi!" she said nervously, placing a bag of your favorite bagels on the table. "Hey," you smiled at her. "Listen, about last night, I was drunk, I didn’t mean anything I may have said. I literally don’t even remember anything I said but i guarantee you it was all bullshit. I’m sorry for getting drunk but i’m more sorry for yelling at you whatever it was about. But if I can’t remember it wasn’t important right?" you said, smiling and being light and calm.

Jessie felt as though she would throw up. You didn’t remember your confession to her, or her confession to you, or anything. It was all just forgotten.

"Yeah. Not important at all…" she said quietly, "I got bagels though!"

And then you were talking about Bagels and Lyon instead of the conversation you had stating you wished to be kissing each other.

You got into game mode the second you finished breakfast which meant your special game day routine with Jessie, the one you had been doing since you were 16. You first put on grey sweatpants with a grey tank top and put on some silver jewelry (your game day fit) and then filled up two huge water bottles full of ice for you and Jessie to drink before leaving. She walked out wearing her yellow and blue shorts with a cropped black tank top, showing off her sleeper build. You would only know how strong Jessie was when she flexed, which she never did, humble as she was.

And then you deep cleaned. You took on the kitchen while she tackled the living room.

Cleaning was therapeutic before games because if you lost, at least you wouldn't come home to a clustered and messy house, but if you won (especially big games like these) you could host your friends for drinks. So you scrubbed, dusted and decluttered every inch of the kitchen followed by your own bedroom and then hers. "Okay, Rock Paper Scissors on the washroom," you told her once you were both done. "I'll do it," she said. "But-it's the washroom," you said in confusion. "Its fine, I got it." So, you went into your room and tied your hair into a high ponytail and then into a braid.

By the time the washroom was clean, it was time to leave.

Everything happened in a blur. One minute you were in the car, and then in the changing room, then warming up, then playing, and then it was halftime, then suddenly the referee had awarded you a penalty kick. And thats when everything went right... and wrong.

Jessie hadn't started the game on the field but she came on when it went to added time. It was the 120th minute in which you stood in front of the ball, knowing that if you scored this, all would be right in the world. Or at least thats what you told yourself.

You kicked it... you scored, and you ran to the fans, you saw Jessie, and you remembered kissing 4 girls, and you jumped into Sam's arms, and you recalled telling Jessie you pretend the strangers you kissed were her, and you yelled 'fuck yeah' at the top of your lungs, and you remembered Jessie telling you she loved you back.

And then it was a penalty shootout.

You could barely watch. You only opened your eyes once you knew the shot had been taken, and of course when you scored your own penalty. And then Jessie scored hers, and before thinking, you rushed to her and kissed her head.

You wanted nothing more than to tell her you remembered everything, but you settled with putting your arm around her shoulders as Lyon took their penalty.

And then one thing led to another and Ann-Kat had just denied Lindsey Horan of her penalty, and you were going to the semis.

The atmosphere in the changing room was insane. Screaming, singing, crying, people were ecstatic. But the only thing on your mind was Jessie. While people started singing Take Me Home, Country Roads, you found the freckled midfielder. "Jessie," you said into her ear, making her turn away from Magda and Niahm. "Yeah?" she asked. "Can we talk?" you asked her.

She nodded and you dragged her into the washroom connected to the locker room. The second the door closed, things felt more silent. "I remember," you said quickly. "Not everything but the part where... Where I told you about how I kissed strangers and pretended they were you. And the part where you said something about me choosing random girls over you. Well... I choose you. I want you. I've always wanted you," you said to her, looking down at her with soft eyes.

Jessie’s eyes filled with tears. She had been wanting to hear those words for ages and the combination of the emotions of winning against the previous UWCL champions and your confessions had her tearing up.

But soon her tears turned full on sobs. Her head was in her hands as her body shook with tears.

Your eyes widened in worry as you asked yourself what you had done wrong. "Jess- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to upset you I just-"

Your words were cut off, however, because Jessie’s hands were around your neck and her lips were pressed against yours.

You could feel the wetness of her teary cheeks on your own and it took you a couple seconds to snap out of your daze and put your arms around her waist to pull her in impossibly closer.

Once you needed air, you leaned your forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. "Are you okay?" you asked her gently. "I’ve never been better. I promise you. I’m just emotional. I’m happy we’re going to the semis, i’m so so happy I finally kissed you because i’ve been wanting to do it since I was 15 but im also just really homesick and I miss Elysse," she said to you.

You looked into her eyes and pressed another kiss to her lips.

"I know, but hey, we’ll have something good to tell her once we get home?" you said. "Yeah, not good though. Amazing," she whispered to you, giving you a stronger, more dominant kiss.

[lucawrites11]

international break check in with all the kids

frøya: stayed with mapi while ingrid went to puma in germany. the two of them then soaked up the barcelona sun for a few days before flying out to norway after the finland game and being very supportive in the stands against the netherlands

lissa: we know all about her mallorca antics, she's got a nice tan and thinks koby is very cute

evie: hated the norwich weather and questioned how hempo ever survived living there but enjoyed sweden. she predicted that spain would win 2-1 before the euros final and being right has softened the england loss for her unfortunately everyone else is being constantly reminded england lost while evie brags about being right. she's currently loving the euros celebrations but a little bit constructive criticism for the team is they could've done it while scoring a goal. still she got frido's shirt after the match and england are having to print her a new one because she took the trading a little too seriously and frido found it too funny not to accept (she also thinks it'll be worth a lot someday)

tilde & elvy: they considered their options and to go on denmark camp. they've been preferring denmark camp in the euro qualifiers because there's a little less group of death based stress and general rain in the countries they visit. it also had absolutely nothing to do with the possibility of belgian chocolate when denmark played belgium. magda was happy to let them chose where to go and let pernille dig her on grave with a chocolate spade. she got to say 'i told you so' when pernille couldn't get either of them to sleep and elvy was complaining about a stomach ache (but only after comforting elvy, she's not horrible). elvy walked out with pernille for the match against czechia and didn't like the shorts so wore a red tutu instead, it was very cute. both of them loved the celebrations when denmark qualified, stayed up far past their bedtime and danced to the music

emy, sienna & matteo: just beginning to become a concept being considered by leah and alessia as they panic plan their late july/early august wedding and try not to clash if with all the lionesses wedding happening that summer

élia & lluc: not even being thought about as a concept yet but their mums are celebrating 100 caps about two years too late

[pernillemagda]

Some of the better initiations in a long time, and especially with this many new signings

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[alexbkrieger13]

It’s like Magda did her little pole dance move on Pernille!! 😆😆😆

😅

[woso-dreamzzz]

Natalia V

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adeventures Universe

Summary: Talia finally does it

It's not a big diamond but it's not exactly small either.

It's understated, Magda supposes. The picture of it looks kind of blurry but she can tell it's beautiful.

It's the most nervous Magda's ever seen Natalia. Talia's always had this confidence, a slight arrogance that followed her every move but she's withdrawn a little now, almost nervous as she displays a photo of the ring.

"It's not ready yet," She says," I'm getting shaped to fit her finger properly."

For once, Magda is speechless in Natalia Guijarro's company. You've been with her for a few years now so Magda is used to Talia's presence. She'd even go as far as to say Talia is part of the family.

But this would make it official.

"Talia," Pernille says, clutching Magda's hand and looking close to tears," Really?"

"I..." Talia's throat bobs. "I love your daughter with all my heart and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. As my wife." Her eyes dance between Magda and Pernille. "Do I have your permission?"

Pernille nods but that was a given. Pernille has always loved Talia, always been so sure that Talia was good for you.

Magda's the challenge though and all three of them know it.

You're Magda's little girl, the little baby she had once held in her arms and wept over. She's always been trying to hold onto that part of you, the tiny child that complained about wearing her Chelsea shirt and got stolen from her every time she went to camp.

Magda stands and Talia almost folds into herself as she stares up at the older woman.

"You want to marry my daughter?"

"Yes."

"Good," Magda says, holding her hand out for Talia to shake," Because I can't think of anyone I would want to marry my daughter apart from you."

Talia picks up the ring with Magda on the breakfast run she promised you, opening and closing the case anxiously.

"She's going to say yes," Magda says.

"You don't know that."

"I do. She's crazy for you."

"She could do better."

Magda hums. "No, she couldn't."

The ring feels heavy in Talia's pocket for the weeks after she picks it up, waiting for the right time to get down on one knee to propose to you.

There's been so many opportunities but she just hasn't take it yet.

Patri's been calling her a coward, telling her that everyone already knows what you're going to say so it's not nearly as tense at Talia thinks it's going to be.

But, still, the ring goes everywhere with her and none of the chances are nearly perfect enough for this moment.

Snow falls heavily in Sweden, beating against the window as you sit in front of Pernille like you did when you were little, letting her pull it back into an elaborate braid.

There's groans from outside the front door and the scraping of shovels.

Pernille sighs. "I keep telling your Morsa to shovel the driveway after it's finished snowing. I don't know why she always insists on doing it whilst it's happening."

"I can't believe she's gotten Talia out there with her. She hates the snow."

Pernille laughs a little bit, twisting a strand of your hair neatly. "You know those two. Always competing."

"I don't think Morsa understands she's not as fit as she used to be."

"Don't tell her that. Magda thinks she's just as fit as she always was. She pretends that she doesn't get back pain."

You giggle a little bit and Pernille ties off your braid.

The front door opens and neither Magda nor Talia stops to say hello as they stalk from the front garden to the back garden, dragging in a big box through the house.

Pernille sighs, drawing the curtains closed, a hint of a smile on her face.

"What was that?"

She shrugs, lying straight to your face," I don't know. Magda must have ordered something for the garden again."

The sound of drills and hammers sound in the backyard and you turn to go look but Pernille shepherds you upstairs.

"I left you something on your bed," She tells you," Do you mind changing into it? I put some shoes there too."

You frown. "I'm an adult now. I don't need you buying me clothes."

"Humour me, princesse, and go change."

It's a simple dress which makes you frown.

Pernille usually buys you things like jackets and jumpers to keep you warm. A dress is different but not unwelcome.

It's nice. It fits well and the shoes are comfortable too.

You glance at yourself in the mirror, checking the fit. With the way Pernille's done your hair, you look beautiful.

You can't help the small smile that appears on your face.

You don't really get dressed up a lot, happy in your comfortable tracksuit bottoms and an oversized shirt but this outfit makes you feel a little bit giddy as you head down the stairs to show Pernille.

She's not there though and you duck into several rooms in confusion but she's nowhere to be found.

The curtains looking into the back garden have been drawn back though and you spot Talia standing under a wooden arch that definitely wasn't there this morning.

You step outside, the snow falling softly as you walk up the path to her.

She sucks in a stuttered breath as you approach.

"You...You look beautiful."

You glance down bashfully. "What are you doing out here? You hate the cold."

Talia laughs a little nervously, hands behind her back. "I was waiting for you."

"You could have been waiting a while."

"I would have waited however long it took."

You glance around. "What's going on?"

"Oh, god...I...I had a speech but I think I've forgotten it all."

You frown. "Talia, I'm confused."

"I promise I had a speech. When I remember it, I'll definitely tell you but...As of right now, all I can do is this."

Talia gets down on one knee.

"Will you marry me?"

[kickassviv]

you arent active on tumblr anymore but still gonna ask just in case, but do you have a vid of this? https://www.tumblr.com/kickassviv/189601834874/i-know-this-is-late-to-the-pernille-dancing

the link doesnt work anymore and I'm in desperate need of dancing m and p in the dark

i do not, i’m sorry bud.

[katewalker]

my fave edits of 2022

just like last year, i want to pat my silly brain for making stuff on the puter, so here's my top 10 for the edits i posted on this little blog in 2022 with a before/after editing for some stuff:

10. the Rapp Scallion gifset - because it was fun to make and the animation is just that good (and thank you Sae to make me gif good old point'n'click games 💟)

09. the first gifset I made for Syberia in better quality and also realising I got better at coloring (I love this game with my entire being but it is horrible to color)

08. the Razputin Aquato dancing gifset (my baby son) because it loops perfectly and you'll see that i like the color purple

07. the Syberia: The World Before gifset I made to practise blending, I still have progress to make but I couldn't say no to some angst

06. the Delphene CC menu gifset in one the most recent patch for BG3 because i do love her so much and the coloring is nice here

05. the Pernille gifset in her bikini because you have no idea the time i spent to make her wink while doing her little pose and managing so many thing at the same time... also she's hot af

04. the video i made for Sae's birthday, because i invested a lot of time to edit this (even the audio). Sae liking it is the best reward ever

03. the silly Kate Walker fancam i made for comfort, i go back regularly to it fsfdff listen i love her and this does comfort me when i'm sad

02. the Kaamelott knights as raccoon memes gifset, truly one of my greatest work ever. this tells you anything you need to know about the knights of the round table + king loth

01. the Flower District of Vaghen gifset from Syberia: The World Before... what can i say, Vaghen is such a pretty place

BONUS. i also wrote 3 pieces for Delphene and Wyll (BG3) this year and here's my fave one

last year i tagged my content creator mutuals to do this if they wanted for anything literrally any kind of content they made, so if you wanna do something like this, please tag me so i can see all the pretty things you all made!! 💟

[magdasabs]

It was Niamh you can see it here 🥺

https://www.tumblr.com/teamhardersson/713259907427778560/pernille-and-naomi-so-cute-magda-dancing-and

oh okay, that's cute