#vivianne post

[viderchia-vivianne]

So cool. Thanks Mary!

[eimids]

Worst enemy part 2

Arsenal x reader

(Okay but leah in this photo is the cutest)

Warnings: talk about suicide, depression, but reader getting better

Words: around 2k?

You woke up in the comfortable bed. You didn’t want to open your eyes tho. You didn’t want to face the reality of life and yesterday’s events. So you just laid in there. You could feel Leah’s arm wrapped around you and her other hand stroking your hair.

Unbeknownst to you, Leah knew you were awake, she sensed the stiffness of your body when you woke up. She didn’t say anything because she wanted to take things at your pace.

The day before when you had asked for help, you cried in Leah’s arms for hours before falling asleep in her arms. Leah then sent some messages to Kim. They talked about contacting the team management and Jonas so they could get you the help you needed. Kim would sort all of that out for you so you didn’t have to stress about that.

“Good morning sweet girl” Leah said gently when she noticed you stirring.

“Mhmm” You just mumbled back. Not having the energy to actually answer. Leah understood though. She let you wake up slowly taking your time.

“Are you ready to wake up properly and talk about yesterday?” Leah asked after a while.

“Not really but I guess I’ll have to?” You answered after a while.

“Yea, I know it’s going to be hard for you but it’s for the best. Your gonna get the help you need to manage your depression and me and all of the other teammates will be here for you every step of the way” Leah said and continued stroking your hair. It made you a bit calmer.

“Wait do they all know about this?” You asked when Leah’s words settled in. You didn’t want all of them to know.

“No don’t worry. Even though they wouldn’t judge you about this. But no, Alessia was the first one to talk to me and Kim about this. Then Beth and Viv came to talk cause they were worried. Then lastly McCabe. They were all worried about your wellbeing and wanted to help. Others don’t know about your history with depression but most of them have noticed that something is going on with you.” Leah answered you. You just nodded your head. Not fully grasping everything that was said to you.

“So you know about what happened at Manu?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah, but that won’t change how I see you as a person. You are an amazing person and a fantastic footballer and your past doesn’t change it in the least” Leah answered trying to convince you.

“So what happens now?” You asked next after a silent moment.

“Well Kim has contacted the team management and they have called the psychiatrist at the team. You’re gonna have a meeting with her and they’ll probably want you to start medication and therapy again. That helped last time right?”

“Yeah it made things better for a while before it all fell apart again” You answered. Almost starting to cry again. Just so exhausted about everything.

Leah stayed quiet for a while before she asked you about what she was wondering all night.

“Where were you yesterday? We were all worried about you and I was really worried that you might have- um” Leah started but couldn’t say the words. She didn’t want to believe the chance that you left to kill yourself.

You stayed quiet. It seemed too hard to admit the things that were so dark. But then you started to explain

You started to explain how you had left the hotel in a very bad mental state. A state where you definitely shouldn’t have been alone. You didn’t know where you were going. Wandering around the streets. At one point you could hear sounds of a train. That grabbed your attention.

You were walking towards that noice. You didn’t know if you were actually going to jump in front of a train or was it just to calm you down. Just the thought that you could do it, made you feel better. You sat close to the rails for a while before hearing the next train coming. You pondered your options. You could do it and finally make everything stop. Or you could fight just like you did couple years ago.

The train came closer and closer before it went past you. Then you don’t even really remember how you ended back to the hotel.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you or make you worried” You said while crying.

“You have nothing to apologize for. Now we’re going to get you some help.” Leah whispered.

Two weeks later you had started your medication and therapy. Your teammates kept their promises about being by your side during all this. Although the meds hadn’t yet started working, you were slowly getting better. Just having your teammates know about your situation and helping you with basic tasks like grocery shopping and cooking helped a lot.

Your therapist said that it would be the best if you didn’t live by yourself during this time so Alessia offered to take you living with her. She had a spare bedroom and wanted to look out for you. Leah, Viv or Beth (or all of them) would often come hang out with you since they couldn’t train properly yet due to their ACL injuries. Leah wasn’t much of a cook (or at all) but her company was nice. Even in those moments where I didn’t have energy to even talk she would just hug you and watch your favorite series. Viv loved to play board games with you. It was nice and quiet, just like you wanted. Beth was a mom, she made sure you always had something easy to eat and some water close by, she would even make sure you have taken your meds.

Some days were harder, some easier, sometimes you couldn’t get out of bed but someone was always there for you. You had been pulled out of training for at least a month before the meds would start working. After that you were allowed back on training if everything went well.

“Less can we go for a walk?” You asked your friend one night when it was just the two of you.

The older blonde was not expecting to hear that sentence from your mouth. You had barely had the energy to talk for a while and now you wanted to go for a walk. She was so happy that you were getting better again.

“Yeah of course we can! Let me just grab a hoodie and we can go. Do you need anything? Should you eat before we go?” Less started fussing over you.

“No i’m good, let’s just have a nice little walk” You answered her. And that you did. You went and got your favorite snacks to have a movie night. Although you ended up falling asleep head on her lap very soon after the movie started.

A Month later you were doing better again. You had more energy and were enrolled in training again. You weren’t yet playing at games and probably wouldn’t for a while but even getting back to just training was a big step for you.

Obviously your depression wasn’t cured and you still struggled but things were looking better for you.

“Y/l/n, come here you stupid” You heard Katie yell at you. You ran to her on the pitch with confused look.

“Why haven’t you told us that your birthday is in couple of weeks?” She asked you.

To be honest you weren’t sure in the beginning if you would make it to your twenties. You completely forgot about your birthday trying to just get better.

“Oh I haven’t even realized” You answered half truthfully.

“Well we gotta celebrate! Oh we’re going to have a big party for you! Lotte! Let’s throw a party” She yelled and ran to Lotte. It made you laugh. A real laugh. You hadn’t laughed in a while and actually been happy without feeling guilty about it. Now you were just enjoying the moment with your teammate on the pitch.

“I’m so happy she’s getting better” Leah said to the blonde next to her.

“Me too, I have been so worried about her getting better and now that she has I just feel so relieved” Alessia said back. They smiled to each other before walking to you.

“We’re proud of you kid, you’ve come a long way”

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I don’t know if this is a bit boring ending but what ever.

[wosoarsenalsstuff]

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

By your side, as always, was Kyra Cooney-Cross. She squeezed your hand just before stepping onto the field, her eyes sparkling with that familiar determination. "We’re going to do this," she whispered, leaning in. "No matter what happens, I’m right here with you."

You nodded, feeling her steady presence calm your nerves. The weight of the occasion settled on your shoulders, but with Kyra next to you and your teammates rallying behind you, you knew you could handle anything. The Champions League final was a battle you had prepared for, physically and mentally, your entire career.

The match kicked off, and from the first whistle, it was as fierce as everyone had predicted. Every touch, every tackle, every moment felt intense. The opposition pressed hard, but Arsenal fought back with everything they had. Leah and Kim commanded the defense, Vivianne and Beth made constant runs to stretch the field, and you and Kyra worked together in perfect harmony, dominating the midfield.

As the second half ticked on, the score remained level. It felt like the game could go either way, but deep down, you knew you had one last push in you. With just minutes remaining on the clock, Kyra sent a perfect through ball into space. You sprinted forward, your eyes locked on the goal.

You could hear the fans, the pounding of your heart, but in that moment, it was just you and the ball. As you broke free from the last defender, time seemed to slow. You planted your foot and struck the ball with everything you had. It soared into the top corner, past the outstretched hands of the goalkeeper.

The stadium exploded in celebration, but the moment the ball left your foot, you felt a sharp, searing pain shoot through your knee. You collapsed to the ground, clutching your leg, even as the crowd roared and your teammates rushed toward you.

The goal had won the Champions League. Arsenal Women were champions of Europe. But something was terribly wrong.

Kyra was the first to reach you. She dropped to her knees beside you, concern and panic filling her eyes. "Hey, hey," she said softly, her voice shaking as she cradled your face with one hand, her other hand resting gently on your injured leg. "It’s going to be okay. You’re okay."

But you knew. You could feel it in your knee, the instability, the sharp pain. You had torn your ACL. The reality of it hit like a wave, and despite the noise of the stadium and the celebrations happening around you, all you could focus on was the pain—and Kyra’s hand in yours, squeezing tightly.

The medical staff came running, and soon you were being carefully lifted onto a stretcher. Your teammates were celebrating, but they quickly noticed something was wrong. Their faces turned from joy to worry as they gathered around you. Leah and Vivianne placed their hands on your shoulder, offering quiet words of comfort.

As they carried you off the pitch, Kyra never let go of your hand, walking right beside you. The victory, the celebrations—it all felt distant now. All you could think about was the fear creeping in. The realization that your season, maybe even longer, had just come to a sudden, painful halt.

Back in the locker room, as the medical team examined your knee, Kyra sat beside you, her arm wrapped around your shoulders. She was silent, but her presence was all you needed in that moment. The pain was bad, but the uncertainty about what came next was worse.

"You scored the winning goal," Kyra finally whispered, trying to bring a little light into the situation. "You did it. You won the Champions League for us."

You managed a small smile, but the tears were already falling. "But at what cost?" you asked, voice trembling.

Kyra leaned in, gently wiping away a tear with her thumb. "We’ll get through this," she said firmly. "Together. I know this feels huge right now, but we’ll face it, one step at a time. You’re the strongest person I know, and I’ll be here for every part of it. The rehab, the hard days—you won’t go through it alone."

The weight of her words settled over you, grounding you in the middle of your heartbreak. You knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, but Kyra’s love and support gave you hope. No matter what came next, you wouldn’t face it by yourself.

Later that night, while the team celebrated their historic victory, Kyra stayed by your side. She held your hand, her thumb gently tracing circles on your skin as you both watched the team lift the trophy on TV. And though your heart ached at the thought of the months of recovery ahead, there was a part of you that felt at peace.

Because even though the Champions League final had brought both triumph and pain, you knew one thing for sure: no matter how long it took to heal, you had Kyra beside you. And with her by your side, you could face anything—even the hardest battles off the pitch.

As you drifted off to sleep that night, your leg bandaged and your heart heavy with emotion, you felt Kyra squeeze your hand one last time. "We’ll get through this," she whispered again.

And somehow, you believed her.

[meademalove]

Beth fell asleep holding Viv and Myle... 😭❤️

[ilikecrowns]

WAR IS OVER EVERYONE

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could you do a story where y/n goes up for a header and get into a bad collision and it’s pretty bloody and leah is all worried and takes care of her?

Collision

Thank you for the request anon!

Team spirits were high despite the situation we were in at halftime. It was the game against Chelsea and it was 0-0. Both sides were on the offensive meaning that it was a tough game with lots of dirty tackles, and of course it was McCabe that got the first yellow out of everyone.

“Come on girls, we just need one.” Leah said. We were all sort of huddled up just before we were going back out on the pitch. It was a little weird, usually Kim would do the speeches at halftime but with her out with an injury, Leah was our captain and I was so proud of her.

We all dispersed to get ready to walk back out and before we did I took Leah’s hand to pull her back for a quick chat.

“You look good in the armband.” I winked, making sure to tease her. Leah shook her head and laughed at my words. She had the most amazing laugh, it was the sort of laugh that just made everyone else in the room smile.

“Thank you.” She smiled, with her hand still firmly planted in mine.

I let go of her hand and pulled her in for a hug. “I just wanted to wish you good luck.” I mumbled. I felt her hand start to run up and down my back before we separated.

“Good luck to you too.” She said before looking around and checking that no one was watching us before giving me a quick kiss. We moved to where the rest of the girls were so that we could walk back onto the pitch.

It was time to get a goal.

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The ref blew her whistle and Chelsea started off with the ball. They were slow to advance up the pitch, with numerous passes back to Berger, their goalkeeper.

Bright passed back to her once more before Berger kicked it up the field into our half. The ball landed at Rafa’s feet and she passed it up to Leah who was playing midfield today.

Leah dribbled up the pitch before she quickly became surrounded by Chelsea players, meaning that she had to pass back to Jen. It felt like every time we had a chance to progress we would just get stopped and have to backtrack. They must’ve switched up their tactics during the break.

I found space and opened myself up for Jen to pass to me, which she did. Then in order to not get stuck again I immediately saw Viv and attempted a long pass to her, praying that no one was going to intercept it. Luckily no one did and it gave Viv the chance to push up until she was in the position where she could shoot.

“Come on Miedema.” I whispered to myself, willing her to get us a goal. I held my breath as I watched her boot the ball towards the right side of the net. Unfortunately one of the Chelsea defenders managed to deflect the ball with her thigh.

That would’ve hurt.

As unfortunate as it was, it gave us a corner which meant we still had a chance to get up by one. I ran up to join the group of players gathering around the net, but made sure to stand back a little to ensure that I wouldn’t be totally useless.

McCabe walked up to take the corner while I waited in anticipation for what would hopefully become a goal. As she ran forward to kick the ball one of the Chelsea players ran towards me, and as the ball was kicked I soon realised that it was coming my direction.

Shit. Stay calm.

As I jumped to try and header the ball I was stopped by a kick to my face and an immediate feeling of pain overtaking my senses.

Shit.

I fell to the ground as tears threatened to fall due to the sheer pain that my face was in. As I jumped the Chelsea player must’ve already been in the air and accidentally lifted her foot, resulting in her studs catching me in the face. It was definitely a sore one.

I laid there on my stomach as my teammates surrounded me.

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you okay?” I heard Jen ask as someone else called for the medics to be brought on. I didn’t reply and kept my head in the grass. I think I was in shock, I literally couldn’t move.

Another girl placed her hand on my shoulder. “Y/N/N? Can you turn over?” Leah asked. Leah. My body began to relax as I heard my girlfriends voice. A groan came out as I attempted to turn over, Leah used her hand on my shoulder to help me but stopped in her tracks as she saw the state I was in.

“Oh my- Y/N/N, just take deep breath’s.” She muttered, now in shock herself.

As I opened my eyes I saw lots of people crowded round me, some from the other team too. My eyes met Leah’s and it was like everyone around us was gone and it was just her and I. Just her stroking my shoulder and just I admiring her like always. However, this effect soon wore off as I became more aware of the current situation.

Multiple of the girls winced as they saw my face. It was covered in blood and I had a big gash on the side of my face that would definitely need stitches and leave a scar.

I did attempt to sit up, however as soon as my head started to lift off the ground a dizzy sensation took over me, making me lay back down and let out another groan.

“Leah?” I mumbled, having no idea if I was actually talking. I could hear the sound of my voice, but I couldn’t actually feel my mouth moving; it was a very weird sensation.

“I’m here baby. I’m right here.” She said, tears now clouding her own vision as she gripped my hand for dear life, too scared that if she let go that I would leave her.

“Is she okay?” The player that injured me asked. At least she felt guilty, it made the situation a lot better that no one was arguing or fighting with each other.

I sighed as I watched as Leah turned to talk to the player, knowing that she most likely would say something angry. I gave her hand a squeeze to remind her that I was okay. “Go away.” She snapped.

“Leah c’mon.” I said making her turn back to me.

The next thing I knew a group of staff came on with a stretcher to take me off, and they weren’t messing about either with always making sure that my head was completely still. You couldn’t mess about with head injuries, they could turn bad quickly so I understood why they were like this.

Leah walked off with me and fought multiple people to ensure that she was always holding my hand. As we reached the side of the pitch I watched as Leah spoke to Jonas before quickly running back over to me.

“Get back to the game Le.” I said and watched as she shook her head. “Leah. Go and get me a goal.” I continued. She shook her head again.

“No, I’m getting subbed off. I’m not letting you out of my sight until I know you’re okay.”

“Okay.” I smiled, Leah smiling back at me feeling happy that she had got her way.

———

The sound of chatter could be heard outside the hospital room I was in before the door flew open and some of the team walked in. Leah was sat in the bed next to me so stood up to greet everyone.

“How are you?” Jordan asked as Beth took the seat next to the bed with Viv leaning on the back of it. The rest of the girls were left standing in front of the bed.

“All good. A concussion and nine stitches but all good.” I laughed. Leah, however, was not finding it funny. She looked at me with her eye brows raised and her arms crossed.

“You could’ve been seriously injured Y/N/N. Don’t laugh.” She said. I gave her a small smile and shuffled across the bed so that she could lay next to me.

“I’m sorry Le. I’m just trying to lighten the mood.” I apologised. Leah put her arm around my waist and cuddled next to me. “You just scared me, that’s all.” She muttered, her tough persona vanishing.

“You know, if you didn’t look like Frankenstein right now I would take a cute photo of you both.”

“Beth!”

[cee-jay-mcwfc]

‘Thankss Perth for this experience! 🇦🇺 2/2 👌🏾✅ Great times to prepare for what is to come! 🩵’

- Leila’s IG 1.9.24

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[aiza-luna]

☀️~{AC SYNDICATE: AN ASSASSIN'S PORTRAIT}~☀️

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- Portrait of Solange Cotoner at the Headquarters of the Spanish Brotherhood in Barcelona, 1867 -

Lady Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Artois (1848 - 1926) also known as Lady Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Frye and Dame Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Artois, as well as by her nickname "Noble Assassin of Tarragona" and her noble title as "Condesa de Tortosa" (Countess of Tortosa), was an Spanish Philantropist, Naturalist, Paleotologist Noblewoman and Master Assassin of the Spanish and British Brotherhoods of Assassins active during the 19th Century. Born in Tortosa, in the Provice of Tarragona, in Catalonia, Crown of Aragon, Solange was the oldest daughter of Carlos Rafael Cotoner y Moncada, Count of Tortosa and his wife, Aimée Isabelle Henriette Artois and older sister of the famous swordwoman Serena Hélène Josefina Cotoner-Artois. Rightful Heiress to her father's maritime business and noble title, she was raised into the Assassins Ways by Carlos and his sibilings, all members of the Spanish Council of Assassins, much to her mother's worry. She becamed a Master Assassin in 1866, after sucessfully killing her target, the Templar Raúl de La Cruz. In 1867, she was send to England to aid the British Brotherhood, as a spy along her aunt Desirée Charlotte Madeleine Pleydell-Bouviere to Henry Green, also known as "The Ghost". Solange played a important role in the Liberation of London in 1868, and later, she was of vital importance to track down the Piece of Eden known as The Holy Grail, along with avoiding the rise of power of the Neo British Templar Rite in the years of 1870 and 1874. After the Liberation of London, she married her fellow Brother-in-Creed, the British Master Assassin and Gang Leader Sir Jacob Frye. She was the one responsible for the truce and diplomatic missions to Morocco in 1887-1888 in amids of the Spanish-Moroccan political tensions, she was also responsible of the rift and tension between the Spanish Council and British Council, after she stood for their lack of action in regards to the Autumn of Terror. Solange was a direct descendent of the legendary Spanish Mentor Renato Valentino Cotoner, the one responsible to modernize the Spanish Creed in the 17th Century. Solange is a Franco-Spanish Assassin of Moroccan-Moorish, Greek, Russian and German Ancestry. Her family comes from Assassins and Knights at the service of the Spanish Crown.

Solange Cotoner's Wiki / Helix Data Base.

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[ocelotrevs]

It's totally bizarre that Arsenal just let Vivianne Miedema's contract just expire, and she's joining Man City on a free transfer.

I just don't get it. She's probably going to score at least 3 hat tricks against us next season.

[static-scribblez]

the normal album: vivi edition

!!!!!!!!base used!!!!!!!!

[viderchia-vivianne]

I always get scared that when someone doesn't interact that they don't want me interacting with any of their posts.. it's stupid but it's like I'm a scared little lizard or maybe snake.

[eimids]

it’s clear how much this goal ment to her😭

”the one who never celebrates”

i can’t gonna cry

[patchoulinz]

[hermywolf]

[meademalove]

Long live to this iconic moment from SPOTY '22. LEGEND. 🤐🤣