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we are the champions! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: arsenal win the champions league final which is the best birthday present that monkey could wish for.

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“Come on, Monkey. You need to eat up,” Leah gently nudged the bowl of cereal in your direction, her voice was gentle and patient despite the stress of the morning, “If you leave your breakfast any longer then the cereal will go soggy.”

You stared across the table at the bowl like it had personally offended you, “I don’t care. I’m not eating it,” You were adamant on your decision, sure you did love Coco Pops and Leah had made sure to bring a box out to Lisbon so you had them, but you weren’t going to eat them. 

Not today, at least.

“Why not?” Leah arched an eyebrow, “You know it’s important to eat, Monkey.”

You couldn’t—You didn’t want to eat. You didn’t really know how to describe how you felt, but there’s so much noise around you that you can’t handle it.

It was the Champions League Final today. Sure, you were probably going to end up on the bench, but you still couldn’t help the anxiety bubbling up inside of you.

Arsenal were against Barcelona. An incredible team that were reigning champions three years in a row. 

The best of the best.

There felt like there was so much pressure riding on this game.

You snapped your arms tight across your chest and glared at the bowl in front of you, “No I don’t hafta. Breakfast is stupid!”

“Baby, it’s Coco Pops,” Leah tried the soft route, considering you weren’t about to budge any time soon, “They’re your favourite breakfast cereal. I made sure that we brought some with us to Lisbon so you wouldn’t be without.”

“Don’t wanna eat,” You mumbled, remaining stubborn as ever.

“Monkey, you have to eat,” Leah’s tone turned more firm, “You can’t skip breakfast—Look, we can even load the iPad up and you can watch cartoons?” She offered, hoping for a win.

“Nooo!” You whined, shaking your head in firm disagreement, “M’ not eating them and you can't make me!”

Leah exhaled a sigh and raked her free hand through your hair, “It’s going to be a big day today, sweetheart. It’s really important that you eat, or you’ll be no use when you get subbed on in the game, will it?”

“I don’t want to eat ‘em, Muuuuum!” You yelled, voice breaking as your breath came short and quick.

Everything felt hot.

You’re too hot.

“Hey, hey, settle down,” Leah said in a gentle tone of voice, placing a gentle hand on your back, “No shouting, please. What’s the matter? Are you nervous? That’s pretty normal to feel like that. I think we’re all feeling a bit nervous.”

You wanted to just… You wanted to scream—It was everything, and more.

Your skin didn’t feel like it even fit right.

There was just so much more that you couldn’t even put into words right now.

You just knew that right now you didn’t want to eat your breakfast.

Even if it was your favourite.

You let out a small sob and buried your face in Leah’s shoulder in an attempt to hide from the outside world around you, “N… No! I don’t wanna!”

Leah shifted in her chair to wrap both of her arms around you, “Okay, alright, it’s all okay,” She held you close, rubbing circles on your back, “Do you remember what we were talking to Auntie Al and the rest of them the other day at lunch?”

You sniffled, trying to listen.

“They were telling us about when they won the Champions League, remember that?” Leah continued to speak in a gentle tone of voice, “It was eighteen years ago, and they were so proud. Auntie Al still speaks of it being one of the best days of her life.”

You didn’t give a real response, other than a shaky breath.

“I have a good feeling about today, my girl,” Leah whispered against your hair, “It’s gonna happen. Do you believe in magic?” She pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up, “I do. And I think it would be a pretty amazing birthday present for you if we win, wouldn’t it?”

Before you could respond, Katie strode into the hotel dining room with her usual cocky grin plastered on her face, “Oi, oi, what’s going on in here then, little lady?”

You glanced up and scowled at the familiar brunette unimpressed, proceeding to curl further into Leah like she was able to just shield you from everything.

“Someone doesn’t want to eat her breakfast,” Leah said, a knowing glance to peer down at you all but practically clinging to her, refusing to sit in your own seat.

Katie crouched beside the table, eyeing you playfully, “Yer not wanting to eat yer brekkie, aye? That’s not like yer.”

“I’ve tried with her,” Leah exhaled a sigh, dropping the spoon back in the abandoned bowl, “I’m havin’ no luck. I think she’s feeling overwhelmed.”

“Here, let me have a go,” Katie reached for the cereal bowl, “Come on, yer’ve gotta keep yer strength up all for when we lift that trophy, yeah?”

There was still no response from you.

“Alright, time to bring out the big guns then,” Katie shared a grin with Leah, lifting the spoon, “Here comes to choo-choo train—”

You turned your head in a dramatic fashion.

“Geesh, tough crowd,” Katie muttered, dropping the spoon back in the bowl, “Alright, listen lady. Even if yer being a stubborn little… Right, yer’ve gotta eat, like it or not.”

Once more, you didn’t budge.

Katie tried again, relentlessly attempting to try and achieve getting you to even eat a single bite, “Open up…” 

You weren’t having any of it. 

You squirmed. 

And then, without further warning, you snapped, “I’m not fuckin’ Buddy!” You didn’t even think twice before flinging the bowl with force, the milk and Coco Pops flying through the air, until the entire thing landed on Kim.

“Logan Reece!” Leah exclaimed in outrage, “That is not okay to do! What has gotten into you today, young lady?!”

The moment should have been comical. It was déjà vu all over again.  

Twice.

Most of the girls remembered you doing the same thing eight years ago, with a chocolate cupcake to the poor Scottish woman.

Not to mention when you flung your breakfast at Caitlin in Melbourne last year.

There was a stunned silence for a brief second.

Kim just stood there, frozen and in complete disbelief.

“Oh my God,” Kyra burst into a fit of laughter and breaking the initial silence in the room, “No way did that just happen… again!”

“Seriously?” Kim murmured, deadpan as she glanced down at herself where the milk and cereal was dripping off her now, “Again?!”

“I’m so sorry, Kim,” Leah was quick to apologise, spluttering and reaching for napkins to frantically dab at Kim’s shirt, “I’m so sorry—she’s just… she’s pretty overwhelmed right now.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Kim muttered, the napkin in her hand doing little effort to soak the spilled milk, “Why is it always me?”

“Don’t forget it’s happened to me as well,” Caitlin chimed in at the perfect opportunity, “The little menace just loves to throw her food at people.”

Kim barely spared a single glance at Leah, “She needs a timeout. Now.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Leah muttered, already untangling you from her side and was now standing up, “I’m already on it now. Don’t worry.”

“I cannot believe that just happened,” Kyra snickered, “Should’ve worn your raincoat to breakfast today, Cap.”

“Don’t rile her up, pest,” Steph nudged Kyra, giving her a knowing look.

Kim slowly turned to her with a sharp look, “Do you want to join your counterpart in timeout as well?” She questioned, not even waiting for a response from the young Australian girl, “Zip it, Kyra.”

Kyra did as she was told and shut her mouth immediately.

“This isn’t fair,” You whined, not having a whole lot of choice but to be tugged away from the table and led back upstairs to the hotel room you had this misfortune of sharing with Leah, once again—After the whole fiasco in Melbourne last year, you never had the opportunity to have your own hotel room.

It wasn’t even you sneaking into your room, and that was all on Kyra right there.

“Muuuuuum, s’ not fair. I don’t wanna,” You whined, in full sulk mode, “I’m twenty now. Timeouts dumb, and stupid… and I don’t need one!”

Leah stopped abruptly, turning to crouch so she was level with you, “Are you  sure about that?” Her tone was steady, “Because throwing your breakfast across the room doesn’t exactly scream ‘mature adult’, does it, Logan Reece?”

You scowled. You hated hearing your first name—especially from her. It always meant you were in trouble.

“Go,” Leah said firmly, pointing towards the designated timeout spot she’d set up in the corner of the hotel room, “Five minutes. Sit, calm down, and think about your choices. Then we’ll talk, okay?”

“S’ not fair,” You grumbled, slumping into the chair with exaggerated reluctance, arms crossed over your chest, “Don’t like this,” You mumbled, kicking the carpet.

“Actions have consequences, Monkey,” Leah reminded you gently as she settled down on the edge of the bed, pulling out her phone but keeping an eye on you, “No talking. Just think.”

Timeout felt like torture.

You continued to shift around on the chair for what felt like the millionth time. You fidgeted, crossing and uncrossing your arms all while you kicked your legs grumpily against the carpet in the hotel room.

Five whole minutes to you felt like the longest time in the world.

That was like, forever.

You even tried glaring at Leah every couple of seconds in a silent plea for mercy, hoping that she’d maybe forget the rules for this once and let you off.

But no… apparently not.

Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed carelessly scrolling through her phone in her hand.

“Mum,” You whined, trying to get her attention.

There was no answer from the blonde.

You flopped back in your chair in a dramatic fashion only you could handle, “Muuuuuum. M’ bored sittin’ here!”

Still, nothing at all.

“This is so dumb,” You muttered to yourself, “I’m twenty now. S’ not fair!”

“I know exactly how old you are, Logan Reece,” Leah said without missing a single beat, her tone was calm but firm, “But you weren’t acting twenty when you launched your cereal.”

You shrank back instantly at the mention of your full name again, scrunching up your nose, “I didn’t mean it… Was an accident.”

“Oh, really?” Leah finally looked up, her eyebrow raised, “You shouted, swore and then threw your cereal across the table. Which part of that exactly was the accident?”

You didn’t answer, instead you just continued to stare down at your lap.

Eventually, the timer went off on her phone and without any hesitation, you bolted from the chair and threw yourself into Leah’s arms like nothing had happened.

“I… I’m sorry!” You cried, burying your face into her shoulder, “I… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it. I promise, I… I didn’t!”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Leah soothed, holding you tightly, “Take a few deep breaths, yeah?”

You did what you were told, inhaling and exhaling. Just enough to help.

“Better?” Leah asked, tucking a loose stray of hand behind your ear.

You gave a wobbly nod, “Uh-huh.”

“You’re not a bad girl, Monkey,” Leah murmured, brushing a hand down your back, “But you need to learn how to use your words instead of throwing things. Especially when you’re overwhelmed.”

You sniffled, nodding into her shoulder while your fingers curled into the fabric of her training top, “I’m sorry, Mum.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Leah reassured you quickly, rubbing your back, “You made a mistake but it’s okay now. I know you felt overwhelmed in there, and I should’ve removed you from the situation before it escalated in the way it did. I know you’re having a bit of a tough morning, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” You murmured, remaining to cing to Leah, “Didn’t… I didn’t mean it to throw my breakfast at Auntie Kimmy. M’ sorry.”

Leah brushed a strand of hair out of your face, “I know, sweetheart. That’s why I thought it was best to have a timeout, so you could get the chance to stop and breathe, yeah?”

“Didn’t like everyone bein’ in there,” You admitted, reluctant to let go of Leah, “Too loud… And everything felt itchy.”

Leah hummed, rocking you slightly in her arms, “I know, baby. I know. You’re allowed to feel all of that,” She paused, “But throwing cereal? It’s not the answer, is it?”

You gave the tiniest shake of your head.

“So, what are you going to do next time that everything gets too much?” Leah questioned, thoughtfully.

You hesitated, sniffling into her shoulder, “Tell you?”

“Exactly,” Leah kissed your temple, “You come to me, and let me help you. I’m your Mum. That’s my job to take care of you, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” You whispered, melting into her arms the moment she pulled you up and into her lap, “I don’t like bein’ in trouble anymore.”

“You’re not in trouble anymore, Monkey,” Leah promised, rocking you gently against her chest, “You’re having a hard morning. You just need to reset and try again now, alright?”

You nodded, letting yourself sink into her completely, “M’ sorry for throwing breakfast at Auntie Kimmy,” You repeated your apology, “I… I don’t want her to be mad with me.”

“Oh I know that you are, Monkey,” Leah hugged you tighter, her chin resting on top of your head, “Auntie Kimmy will understand, she won’t be mad. You know she loves you to pieces and can see you were having a tough time as well. I’m sure it’s nothing that a big hug can’t fix, is it?”

“I can do that,” You mumbled, a faint smile appearing on your face, “Can I still play in the game today?”

Leah’s smile faltered, “I don’t think that’s quite a good idea, Monkey. It’s clear you’ve been having a hard morning, maybe it’s better to sit on the bench for this game?”

“What? Nooo!” You whined, immediately protesting against the idea, “That’s… That’s not fair! You can’t do that—It’s the Champions League Final!”

“I know, and I know you’re not pleased with the idea of it,” Leah said, pulling back just enough to look at you, “But even if you sit on the bench, you’re still a part of the team, sweetheart. And you’ll have Auntie Wally there to keep an eye on you.”

“S’ not fair!” You huffed, definitely not happy with the decision, “I… I promise I’m fine. I want to play, Mum.”

“I know you do, Monkey, but I think this is for the best. You’re not fit to play, regardless of what happened this morning. You’re still recovering after giving birth,” Leah explained, while you stiffened at the sudden mention of the one thing you were trying your hardest to forget, “Right now, we just need to focus on getting you back to a good place. You… You can’t play like this, you’d only be hurting yourself more than helping the team.”

“N… No, you can’t take football from me!” You whispered, tears returning to your eyes, “Mum, it’s the final—Everyone will be watching! I…. I wanna be on the pitch! I wanna… I wanna make you proud…”

“Oh, my girl,” Leah’s heart cracked right down the middle, “You’re already making me so proud of you,every day you make me so, so proud of you! I know how much you want too, but you need to take the time to focus on yourself, yeah? Regardless of what happens today, win or lose, I’m proud of you.”

You gave a faint soft nod and buried your face in Leah’s chest.

“And you know what? Bench or not, you’re still a part of this team,” Leah murmured, lowering her voice to be more gentler now as she slowly rocked you in her arm, “You’ll still be right there with us, but you need to be sensible about this.”

You sniffled once more, peeking up as your voice remained hesitant, “I… I know.”

Leah smiled, scooping you further into her lap as she shifted properly on the bed, “You’ll come back even stronger next season,” She kept her arms wrapped firmly around you, “I know it, my girl.”

“This isn’t fair! This is ridiculous! I’m fine! I could be helping!” You huffed, fidgeting in your seat on the bench as you watched the game pan out, the nerves coiling tight in your chest.

You sat beside Lia, who had been tasked with watching over you—not exactly your idea of a good time, all things considered. 

Arsenal tried to carve out an opening within the 22nd minute and forcing an own goal from Irene Paredes when Frida delivered a dangerous cross into the box.

You jumped up high in the air, excited to think that Arsenal had taken the lead—only for VAR to rule it out and declare Frida offside when she recovered possession of the ball.

The injustice of it stung just a bit.

The 67th minute had just ticked past and the tension was so thick in the air. Your knees bounced wildly. Your sleeves were taking a beating from how much you were tugging at them—Your mood soured even more when you saw the sub’s board lighting up.

“S’ not fair!” You grumbled once again, seeing Beth’s number going on to replace Chloe and Stina coming on for Frida, “I should be goin’ on! S’ not fair!”

That should have been you.

But no… Instead, you were forced to sit on the bench and watch in absolute despair.

“This ain’t fair! Why am I not allowed to be subbed on and they are?!” You scowled, huffing and crossing your arms over your chest. 

Of course you weren’t annoyed with either of them, they deserved it but you were annoyed with the situation.

It really wasn’t fair.

“Monkey,” Lia gave you a firm look, “Knock it off.”

“No, like actually, I don’t get it! Everyone’s out there grafting and I’m stuck ‘ere watching this… And I can’t do nuffin’ to help!” You fumed, tugging at your sleeves anxiously while your heart raced every time a player from Barca got near the box.

“Hey,” Lia pulled you in close, wrapping an arm around you, “It’s okay. You’re still part of the team, remember?”

“Pft, as if! I don’t feel like it!” You exclaimed, pulling away as you scrunch your face up in protest, “This… This is supposed to be my game too!”

“Calm down, little one,” Lia warned in a gentle tone of voice but it still held an edge of firmness, “You might not like it. But there’s no point in throwing a strop in front of everyone here.”

“I’m… I’m not throwing a hissy fit!” You protested, crossing your arms over your chest, “S’ not fair. I just… I wanna be on the pitch. Not sitting here, not bein’ able to doin’ nuffin! I feel… I just feel useless!”

“Let’s go!” Emily screamed off camera after a good clearance.

You flinched as you watched Emily scramble back to recover from a Barca break, “I could’ve been there, doin’ something… and instead—instead i’m being fuckin’ forced to sit here—”

“Aye! Language!” Lia chastised.

“English,” You muttered cheekily, barely caring anymore.

“Don’t get cocky, little one,” Lia warned, but you were too fired up to flinch.

At one point, Leah caught your eye during a water break, “Stop it,” Even then she was able to remain stern, causing you to shrink down in your seat while your face was hot with frustration and embarrassment.

You had no choice but sit there and watch with disappointment seeping through you as the minutes passed.

It was the 74th minute of the game when the breakthrough came, Beth slid a reverse pass through to Stina, who managed to tuck it into the bottom left corner.

“O… Oh my God!” You shot up from your seat, the strop forgotten in an instant as you screamed loud enough to make half the bench jump, “YES! G’WAN STINA BALLERINA!”

You were high on energy and bouncing on the spot, your arms flailing in the air and shrieking in delight.

“Stina… She was actually on side for once!” You shouted as Lia grabbed the back of your shirt instinctively to stop you from running over into the tactical box in your excitement, “She was bloody onside!”

“Sit down, Monkey,” Lia laughed, yanking you back but you couldn’t stop grinning with wide eyes,your hands rested on your head not actually believing what had just happened.

“I knew it! I bloody knew it!” You exclaimed, vibrant energy as you yelled to nobody in particular.

“Calm down, Monkey,” Lotte laughed, shaking her head.

You scoffed, looking at the brunette in question, “Calm down? This is big! Stina just scored!” You shouted just before you turned to Kyra, your counterpart, “Ky! Ky! Stina fuckin’ scored! Stina Ballerina went and put it in the back of the net! G’wan girl! Pop off!”

“She was onside! She was onside!” Kyra grinned, leaning over and putting you in a headlock, “Stina Stina Stina Stina Stina Blacksteniuuuuuuuus!” She shouted at the top of her voice, excitement bubbling up.

Even Renee cracked a smile at the noise that the pair of you were making from where she stood on the sidelines of the pitch.

But that still didn’t stop you itching to get on the pitch yourself.

By the 80th minute you were starting to become insufferable to deal with.

“When can it be my turn to go on?” You questioned, very much near breaking point, “I’m bored sittin’ here!”

“Monkey,” Lia fixed you with a firm warning look, “Reign it in a bit.”

You huffed, slumping down and crossing your arms over your chest—You have no doubt the camera’s probably already cut you mid-sulk on the bench and it was now displayed on the big 4k screen.

“Aye, look, Monkey!” Kyra grinned, not so gently nudging your shoulder before pointing to the said screen, “You’re on the big screen! Give everyone a big smile!”

“No,” You scowled, trying to look away because you have no single doubt that everyone watching would mention this to you—including your family up in the stands, and extended family such as Alex and her girlfriend, Jess Glynn, who also happened to be one of your favourite singers.

Not to mention Jacob would absolutely tease you over this.

Yeah. Just brilliant.

“Relax, Monkey. It’ll happen,” Lotte murmured, beside you as she nudged your arm and grinned, although she hadn’t clocked the full story—she had no idea you’d already been told no, “You just gotta be patient, yeah? You’ll get your moment.”

You really did want to believe her.

However, it was difficult when the minutes were nearing until the full time whistle blew.

“I hope you do, otherwise I’ll chuck you on there myself,” Kyra leaned forward from her seat beside you, “You’re fidgeting like mad right now—Come on, Gaffa. Give ‘er a chance, eh? She deserves this!”

“Give the kid a shot,” Vic piped in from the bench.

Renee hesitated for a brief second before exhaling a sigh, “Alright, fine. Go and start warming up. You’ll be subbed in during the added time.”

“YES!” You bolted upright from your seat and wasted no time in starting to warm up on the sidelines—You were going to be ready.

This was your moment now.

Even if others wouldn’t agree with that decision.

With a quick warmup on the sidelines, the added time was announced before you and Lotte both stepped onto the pitch, subbed in at 90+1.

Lifelong childhood Gooners.

On the pitch.

In the Champions League final.

It felt like fate.

As you stepped onto the turf, your heart thudded with excitement and there was a faint buzzing in your ears as your name was called out to be subbed in for Mariona. 

Across the pitch, Leah’s head snapped towards the board with a mixture of shock and confusion spread across her face.

Your number was lit up to place Mariona’s.

That wasn’t the plan.

Surely it was too soon for you to be returning to the pitch?

You waited for the Spaniard to make her way over to you, allowing her to pull you into a hug, “Make the most of this moment, sweetheart,” Her voice warm and gentle, You’ve earned it.”

“Go on, Monkey,” Alessia encouraged warmly, embracing you and squeezing you tightly. 

You raced onto the pitch and began to make an immediate impact in the game.

This was your moment. Like Mariona said. 

You weren’t about to waste it. 

Not for one single second.

With an extra seven minutes of added time, you ran harder than what you had in months. The passion burning deep inside your core—-every touch on the ball, every sprint, nothing was going to matter now, but you just wanted to make sure you were present in the game. 

You wanted to live in the moment. 

And then—-the full time whistle blew. 

The stadium erupted.

“YEEEEAAAAHHHH!” You screamed at the top of your voice, fist pumping and jumping in the air as triumph took over your face, “WE FUCKIN’ DID IT! C’MONNNN!”

You didn’t spare another single thought other than turning around and sprinting full-tilt towards Leah, the adrenaline was still screaming through your veins. 

“Muuuum!” You screamed, barely allowing Leah to have any chance to react in time before you barrelled into her, both of you crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs, noise and pure, unfiltered emotion.

You were crying before your knees even hit the grass.

You continued to cling to her like a lifeline and sob into her shoulder, your arms wrapped around her as if letting go would undo the whole thing.

You wanted to remember this moment forever.

“Oh my girl… We did it,” Leah whispered, tears streaking her cheeks as her hand cradled the back of your head, “We fuckin’ did it, my girl!”

If you weren’t so shocked and emotional you definitely would have called her out on her use of colourful language, never to miss the opportunity to wind her up. 

Even today.

“We… We are the fuckin’ champions!” You choked out between ragged breaths, your voice cracking with disbelief, “We… We actually won!”

“We did indeed, baby girl,” Leah murmured, her voice trembling softly and thick with pride and love, there was so much that she wanted to say but she just couldn’t find the words as she just held onto you tightly, “You… You were on the pitch with me, remember this moment, my girl. We did it together.”

“I barely even touched the ball,” You murmured, 

You couldn’t even speak anymore. You just buried your face in her neck while your body shook with laughter and sobs as you lay tangled up with her on the pitch amidst the rest of the chaos.

It wasn’t long before you were piled on by Kim, Lia, Manu, Lotte and Naomi joining your post-match celebrations with screams, hugs and bodies flopping over yours.

Any other day you’d have hated it—the weight, the noise, the touching—you’d have shrieked for everyone to get off, to let you move and breathe.

But today?

Today was so much different.

Because today, you were officially Champions of Europe.

Eventually the dogpile untangled itself, bit by bit until you were helped to your feet by Beth and tossed straight into another tight embrace by none other than Katie, who spun you in a circle in happiness.

“We fuckin’ did it, little lady!” Katie shouted, cupping your face between her hands, “We fuckin’ did it!”

“Language, Auntie Katie!” You giggled infectiously, allowing her to lift you up and throw you up on her shoulders—for old times sake, you know?

“Katie! Put her down before you drop her!” Leah panicked, back in full-mum mode as she saw an accident waiting to happen, marching over with her eyebrows already halfway to her hairline.

Katie just chuckled, “Ah, don’t worry, Le. She’s fine—I’ve not even had a drink yet,” She joked, spinning in a slow circle.

“Leave her be, Mama Bear, we’re celebrating!” Beth teasingly grinned as she jogged up beside Leah, throwing an arm around her shoulder, “Let her have her moment. Champions of Europe. First time in Eighteen years!”

“CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, throwing your hands in the air from your perch on Katie’s shoulders—the words still didn’t feel real right, as if they never actually would.

“Yeeeeah baby!” Katie grinned, bouncing slightly and making you shriek with laughter, “This is the celebration of a bloody lifetime!”

You didn’t care, you were having the time of your life right now. Your face was streaked with happy tears and your hair was a wild mess in comparison to how it started, and you were so high on life after the win.

Arsenal were Champions of Europe.

That name had never sounded so good to you right now.

“Oi! Oi! Oi! British Menace!” Kyra yelled, grinning like a devil, “Planning to get down and celebrate together any time soon?”

“Nahhhhh, Aussie Pest!” You grinned, trying to kick your leg out at her from Katie’s shoulders but nearly overbalancing in the process, “I’m livin’ the life, Ky! I’m absolutely livin’ the life right up here!”

“Aye, little lady! Stop flailing about or I’m gonna drop yer,” Katie held onto you tightly as she felt you start to wobble, “I’ll have yer Ma’s on my case if yer not careful.”

Leah was instantly at your side again, “Katie, man, put my daughter down before she breaks her neck and I have to take her to the hospital instead of the podium!”

“Alright, alright,” Katie groaned theatrically, crouching to let you slide safely to the ground, “Fun police are out in full force tonight.”

Your legs wobbled when you hit the grass, but Kyra was already there to steady you while laughing, “I can’t believe we did it!”

“Me neither! It feels… surreal!” You shrieked, grabbing her hand in an attempt to run towards the crowd of Arsenal fans in Lisbon, “We fuckin’ did it, Gooners! We fuckin’ did it! C’mon!”

“Yeah baby! Best believe we did!” Kyra whooped before promptly tackling you to the ground.

“Ah, Kyra!” You squealed in surprise, landing in a heap with a breathless laugh, “Nooo! Ky! Nooo!”

“Careful, Monkey,” Kim said in a warm tone of voice that still held a sense of sterness to it, “We don’t need you injuring yourself before the celebrations even start.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Auntie Kimmy!” You called, grinning up from the grass, “We’re only messin’ about and havin’ a good time!”

“C’mere, you,” Kim attempted to pull you into a tight hug as you stood up, “I want to talk to you.”

“Agh, no!” You groaned, tilting your head back in a dramatic fashion, “Seriously! You’re not gonna start to get all soppy on me now, are you?”

“I’ll pretend like you didn’t just say that,” Kim remarked in a playful tone, “I just wanted to say that I’m proud of you, Monkey.”

You shrugged, feeling instantly uncomfortable, “Why? I hardly did anythin’ at all,” You mumbled, “It was all you and everyone else!”

 Kim could see your facade, pulling you closer to her, “Stop being cheeky for once and just… listen.”

“Okay, okay, alright. I’m listenin’ to you!” You went quiet, nodding in agreement.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart,” Kim spoke up again, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your temple, “After everything you’ve been through… You’re still standing, and still fighting. You still love the game. And now… Look where we are!” She gestured around you, to the cheering team and the flashing cameras, “We’re standing here as Champions of Europe!”

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly feeling tighter, “... Yeah.”

Leah joined you properly, wrapping her arms around your shoulder protectively, “We did it, my girl,” She whispered, her lips brushing your hair, “If only your Grandma Jean could see this moment now. She’d be so proud of you, Monkey!”

Your grin faded into a trembling smile, “You… You really think so?”

“I know so,” Leah said softly, brushing a tear from your cheek, “She’d be standing up there with the rest of the family and shouting louder than all of us combined. She would be so proud of you right now!”

“I… I miss her,” You quietly admitted, tilting your head up to look at the sky, “I did this for you, Grandma. I love you.”

“And she loves you too,” Leah protectively wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pointed up into the crowd, “Look over there, your little sister is waving!” 

You followed her line of sight to where you could make out a small figure—Buddy, donned head to toe in her own Mini Arsenal kit while on David’s shoulders, beaming from ear to ear.

“I see her!” You beamed a matching smile, just about able to make out the high-pitched squeal that she was no doubt shouting at the top of her lungs from the stands, “When can she come down onto the pitch? She’ll love this!”

“You bet she will,” Leah chuckled, a fond smile plastered on her lips as she waved and blew a great big kiss into the crowd—no doubt something that fans would have easily captured, “Soon enough. We have to lift the trophy first, though.”

To the left, you caught Elle and Jacob—the two of them with their arms wrapped around one another, both grinning wide and proud. Absolutely buzzing and overwhelmed with pride and emotion.

Then, your eyes found Amanda.

There she was, swaying Rugrat gently to her chest. The infant’s tiny frame bundled up, her face tucked against Amanda’s neck with a pair of tiny pink ear defenders bobbed gently with each step. You noted the way that one of Rugrat's hands was curled around the fabric of Amanda’s shirt while the other rested limply against her chest.

Your breath caught for just a second.

It was too much.

Leah felt it in an instant.

“Hey,” Leah murmured, her grip tightening protectively around your shoulders as she pulled you in close, “You’re okay. You’re safe, right here. I’ve got you.”

You nodded, a bit too quickly, “I know… I just…” You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, your eyes were locked on the tiny pink ear defenders that bobbed gently as Amanda swayed. 

You had to look away—right now… right now it hurt too much to even think about.

You didn’t want to dwell on anything today. Today was supposed to be a happy day.

Today your team won.

And today? You were Arsenal. You were Champions of Europe.

Leah didn’t push you to speak, she knew you weren’t ready as she kept her arms firmly around your shoulder, she just leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, right above your temple, “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Everything is fine, yeah?”

You nodded in agreement, this time slower as you finally allowed yourself to let the tears fall freely, burying your face in her shoulder in an attempt to look away and block out any emotions that you didn’t want to feel right now—right now, you wanted to live in the moment and be happy.

Looking at Rugrat—your baby… It was agony. Pure, raw agony.

It reminded you of everything that happened, everything that you didn’t want to relive again.

Your whole body trembled and the sobs that left you were quiet but full of ache.

“Come on,” Leah gently guided you forwards with her arms wrapped around you, “Let’s go and join everyone else. We’ve gotta clap for the Barca girls, yeah? Then we’ll get our medals and do the trophy lift.”

That’s when Alessia appeared on the other side of you and looped her arm around your shoulder.

“Hey, Monkey,” Alessia whispered gently as she glanced at you, “Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong? What’s the matter?”

You didn’t know what to say—the words just weren’t coming out.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Nothing more than a strangled breath and followed by a broken sob, and suddenly it felt like your legs didn’t quite feel so steady anymore.

“She’s okay,” Leah tightened her hold, rubbing soothing circles on your back, “She just… She saw the baby. My mum’s got her at the minute, it’s all a bit too much.”

Understanding dawned across Alessia’s face in an instant as she softened her expression, giving you a small, knowing nod.

“Leah!” Lia called her over, waving her hand frantically.

Leah turned at the sound of someone shouting her name, “One sec!”

“Go on,” Alessia gently squeezed your shoulder, “I’ve got her. She’s safe with me.”

“Thanks, Less,” Leah shared a grateful smile with Alessia and headed over to Kim.

“C’mere you,” Alessia tucked you close to her, wiping a stray tear from your cheek before turning to wave up at the stands—right where Buddy was still bouncing and waving her arms excitedly, “You’re so brave, you know? So strong. You deserve this day. Every single moment we’re about to make.”

You couldn’t muster the right words—You didn’t know what to say. You just leaned into Alessia’s side and clung to her while your teammates were all just dotted around, buzzing in the atmosphere of the win.

“Come on, my girl. It’s time to collect our medals now,” Leah murmured, her voice soft as her fingers curled around yours.

You didn’t want to let go of Leah’s hand.

Not even for a second.

Everything felt so loud. Your heart hurt and the flashing lights were too much to handle as you stood in the line to receive your medal. The noise pressed in from every single side of the stadium—You weren’t a fan of the cheering, the shouting nor the booming volume from the large speakers.

It felt like the ground was moving under your boots as you tightened your grip on Leah, there was an attempt to cling onto her as if you were almost afraid that she would disappear if you even let go for a single second.

Your chest felt squashed. The heat felt unbearable. Like everything going on around you was too fast. You didn’t know what to do, other than duck your head and keep it pressed against Leah’s arm in hopes to try and block out some of the noise and flashes that were making your eyes sting.

“You’re okay, my girl. You’re okay,” Leah whispered, rubbing gentle circles on your back as her voice tried to keep you anchored, “I’ve got you, right now.”

“H… How much longer?” You questioned, though your voice was barely louder than a whisper.

“Not that much longer,” Leah promised, brushing her lips against your hair, “We’ll get our medals. Then we’re going to lift the trophy, yeah? We’ll keep it simple, Monkey.”

You weren’t very keen with that answer, overall.

It didn’t feel simple to you.

None of this was simple.

“What’s wrong?” Kim questioned, concerned as she caught the tail end of the conversation.

“She’s just feeling a bit overwhelmed,” Leah explained in a gentle tone of voice, “She’ll be okay, though.”

“Not long now, sweetheart,” Kim sent you a reassuring smile, understanding the overwhelming feeling of everything, “Before we know it, we’ll be celebrating our win, yeah? You’re doing an amazing job, right now, darling.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t—You just pressed yourself further into Leah’s side as your whole body vibrated with the effort of trying to hold it all together.

Before you know it, your free thumb is making its way into your mouth and sucking hard, you couldn’t have cared less about people seeing though—you were just trying to not cry in front of everyone.

Leah could feel you trembling and leaned down, “You’re doing brilliant, baby,” She murmured, gently prising your thumb out of your mouth, “But let’s try to not put your thumb in your mouth though, yeah?”

You whimpered softly as your bottom lip wobbled and the line inched forward. Every step closer made your legs feel heavier—The lights were bright. The clapping was becoming louder. Your ears rang and your stomach flipped as you clung onto Leah tighter while your hands became increasingly sweaty and shaking inside of hers.

You didn’t want to go up there.

Did you even deserve a medal?

It wasn’t like you’d even played in the match. It was just seven measly minutes.

You hadn’t done enough to deserve one.

Leah gave your hand a squeeze, “Just one step at a time, okay? It’s going to be fine,” She told you in a soft tone of voice, moving closer towards the podium to step up and receive your medal.

It didn’t feel like one step, though. It felt like a mountain.

“Mum,” You faltered in your step as you moved that slightest bit forward, you wanted to keep your body pressed right up against Leah’s side and not say a single word, “I… I don’t want to do it.”

“I’m right here, my girl,” Leah murmured, pulling you close to her and rubbing her hand up and down your back, “I’m right here. You’re safe. You’re doing so well today.”

But even her calm voice didn’t stop the panic flooding through your entire body.

“I… I don’t wanna,” You clung to her arm tighter, then tried to clamber upwards, tugging at Leah’s top as you tried to scramble into her arms, desperate to be held.

“I know, sweetheart,” Leah murmured, her own voice cracked with heartbreak as she held you close, “Monkey, I can’t pick you up right now. I know that it’s hard. You’re being so brave, and it’s just a little bit longer, okay?”

You let out a high, whiny sound which almost sounded like a sob. Your whole body felt incredibly tense, but you didn’t care how ridiculous you currently looked—You just wanted her.

You just wanted your Mum.

“I’m right here, I’m not letting go,” Leah leaned in closer, pressing her forehead against your own, “I’m not leaving you. You’re okay.”

You didn’t want to stand in the line anymore to receive your medal.

By the time that you were about to collect your medal, you were very reluctant to let go of Leah’s hand so it happened that you collected both of them together—You didn’t care about the thoughts or comments. 

You didn’t want to let go of her hand.

You stepped up, barely as you clung to Leah and trembled.

The medal went over your head and straight into your mouth, your teeth clamping around the cool metal like you thought it could help you and anchor you to something real… something safe.

It didn’t.

“Right then,” Leah said gently, keeping her voice soft against the roar of the crowd in the background, “Auntie Kimmy is going to need my help to lift the trophy now…”

“No, no, no… Don’t go!” You cried, fingers tightening around hers in a panic.

“I know you want to hold my hand still, baby,” Leah murmured, crouching a little closer, “But it’ll just be for a minute—”

“Noooo!” You whined, not caring less about causing a scene at this very moment.

“Monkey,” Leah added more firmly, but you weren’t wanting to hear anything as you shook your head while your voice was high pitch in panic.

Leah paused, gazing around and fully aware of the cameras, of the fans in the crowd and the way that your distress might play out on screens and in the headlines, “Listen to me, yeah? Listen, sweetheart… It won’t be for long, I promise. You’ll still be able to see me.”

Before you could fall apart any further, Lia stepped in as she rested a steady hand landing gently on your back, “It’s alright, Le,” She said kindly, “I’ll stay with her while you lift it. She won’t be alone. You go ahead.”

“Thanks, Wally,” Leah gave a grateful smile, giving your hand a final squeeze before gently passing it over, “I won’t be long, Monkey. Don’t worry. You’ll be okay.”

“Me and you will be alright here, won’t we?” Lia spoke to you in a gentle tone of voice, “You can hold onto my hand and squeeze it as hard as you’d like.”

“Want Mum,” You whined pitifully, reluctantly holding onto Lia’s hand as she guided you over to the podium to join the rest of your teammates.

“She’s right there in front of us. You can see her,” Lia looped her arm around your waist and lifted you slightly so you were tall enough to peek over the shoulders of everyone, “Just one trophy lift, there’ll be some confetti and celebrations and then you can go straight back to her.”

“I… I see her,” You whispered, your eyes fixed on Leah the whole time.

“It won’t be long now,” Lia kept her tone of voice gentle which is exactly what you needed right now, “Any minute now your Mum and Auntie Kimmy are going to lift the trophy, and then you can go see her, okay?”

You gave the tiniest of nods in response, flailing in Lia’s grip as you anticipated the wait for Leah and Kim to lift the trophy, but that still didn't stop you wanting to be with Leah, "I want my Mum," Your voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"I know," Lia murmured, her hand resting gently on your back, "You can soon enough, sweetheart. You're doing so well right now."

Then it was time.

Leah moved towards Kim to grasp the other handle of the gleaming silver trophy. The stadium buzzed with electricity—The two of them lowered the trophy slowly, then lifted it high.

And then everything erupted.

Everyone was jumping up and down, and going mental.

The confetti cannons exploded, showering the air in shimmering gold.

The music pounded loud through your chest.

The bright lights were flashing directly in your eyes.

It was all too much to handle.

You flinched violently and your whole body tensed up, everything felt completely overwhelming to you right now.

“T… Too loud,” You cried, shaking your head desperately as your hands automatically flew to your ears, “Too loud. Too bright. I… I don’t like it, I don’t. Make it… Make it stop.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re alright, sweetheart,” Lia said swiftly, turning your body away from the stage and lowering you slightly, trying to shield you.

But you weren’t interested in any of that right now.

You wanted Leah.

Determined to reach her, you twisted free, and ignored the shouts of your name and hands trying to hold you back. You ducked under arms and wove through the crowd, “Mum!” You called aloud in a panic, your voice cracking as you got closer to her, “Mum!” You repeated, gripping onto Leah’s arm like it was your lifeline, tugging hard with both hands.

“Hey, my girl,” Leah said softly, dropping the trophy’s handle and bending down to scoop you into her arms without hesitation, “You’re okay. It’s alright, I’m here. I’ve got you now.”

“D… Don’t like it. Too… Too loud,” You crumpled your face up in protest, panic wild in your chest, “I… I don’t like it. Make… Make it stop, Mum, please!”

“You’re okay, I’ve got you now,” Leah whispered, pressing you close to her, “I know it seems a lot, but it’s okay. You’re going to be alright.”

“Mummy! Mummy! Monks!” You heard the familiar voice of your favourite little buddy running straight towards you and Leah, as Leah continued to have her arm wrapped around your shoulder, “Mummy! Monks!”

The post match celebrations were still in full swing as the players' families joined everyone on the pitch to continue the celebrations.

“Oh! Here comes trouble!” Leah teased in a light tone of voice, “Incoming!”

Buddy came sprinting onto the pitch as fast as her little legs could carry her while Jacob was hot on her heels, running after her slightly out of breath but grinning all the same. Amanda followed shortly after, cradling Rugrat against her chest once it was safe to step onto the pitch. Elle and David were also there—Elle was decked in an Arsenal 24/25 home top with Williamson on the back, and David…

You had to be a double take.

David was wearing an Arsenal top.

He was a lifelong Spurs fan in a rivals top.

Now that was pretty funny.

“Ooh, there’s my little Bubba,” Leah cooed, immediately bending down and scooping Buddy up into her arms and showering her face with kisses, “Hi! Did you enjoy the game?”

“Uh-huh! It was sooo fun!” Buddy insisted, her giggles infectious as she was in Leah’s arms.

“She barely sat still at all through the second half,” Jacob teased, leaning forward to ruffle Buddy’s hair, “Itching to get down here to you both, weren’t you, munchkin?”

Leah chuckled, adjusting her hold on Buddy on her hip, “Oh, I can imagine so. I thought you were sitting with your Mama, huh? Didn’t fancy staying put?”

“She was determined to make Jordan come and find us during half time,” Amanda filled her daughter in, using her free arm to wrap around Leah’s shoulder and congratulate her, “Well done, Bubba. We’re all so proud of you!”

“Thanks, Mum,” Leah beamed a wide smile.

“I think this little madam wants a cuddle,” Amanda motioned down to the baby in her arms, “You want to take her?”

“Course I do,” Leah murmured, carefully trading arms to easily take Rugrat from Amanda, “Ooh, hi baby girl. How’re you doin? Oh, I missed you!”

You stood there beside her with the medal heavy around your neck and your heart hurting a little heavier.

“Mummy! Mummy! Stina scored!” Buddy chirped, almost like she completely forgot that Leah was actually playing in the game herself, “She shooted! She scored! Everyone was screaming!”

“She did, didn’t she? It was very impressive,” Leah grinned, brushing back sweaty strands of Buddy’s hair from her forehead, “I’m glad you liked it!”

Buddy stared at the gold medal around Leah’s neck curiously, “Can I wear ‘our medal, Mummy?”

“Of course, Bubba,” Leah smiled, taking the gold medal from around her neck and gently settling it over Buddy’s head, “Be careful, though. It’s quite heavy!”

Buddy gasped loud and dramatically, “Woah!” She whispered reverently, clutching the medal in both hands like it was the most precious thing in the world she had ever held., “It so shiny! It mine?“

Leah let out a laugh, shaking her head, “No, Bubba, it’s mine but you can borrow it for now.”

Amanda turned to you, arms opening wide, “C’mere you,” She gave you a warm and kind smile, “I’m so proud of you as well, sweetheart!”

“Why?” You furrowed your eyebrows, “I didn’t barely do nuffin’!”

“You still played a part in your team though and that’s what matters,” Amanda told you honestly, pulling you tighter in her embrace, “You’re a Champion of Europe, sweetheart. At twenty years old. How does that feel?”

“Surreal,” You murmured, your eyes landing on your shiny gold medal, “It feels like a dream right now, Nana ‘Manda.”

“Then soak it up,” Amanda retorted, pressing a gentle kiss on the side of your temple, “This is one of those forever memories.”

“Aye! Look at you, superstar!” Jacob grinned, throwing his arm playfully around your shoulder, “That gold medal around your neck suits you, Monks’!”

“Thanks!” You beamed a smile, your fingers fumbling with the cool gold in her hands, “You’re not borrowing it, though. It’s mine!”

Jacob held up his hands in mock surrender, “Relax, I wouldn’t dare dream of taking it from you,” He paused, “Oi, take a look at this. What’d you make of this then?” He motioned to David wearing an Arsenal shirt with Williamson on the back.

“Grandad!” You exclaimed as you smirked, the sight of him in red and white was too good to ignore, “I can’t believe Mum actually made you wear that!”

David let out a hearty chuckle, pulling you into a side hug, “A bet’s a bet, sweetheart. Arsenal made it the final, didn’t they?”

“And we won it,” You added, smugly.

“And won it,” David echoed, giving your shoulder a squeeze, “I’m so proud of you. Even if wearing this shirt has ruined my reputation.”

Before you could reply, you heard a familiar voice shout your nickname from just behind, “Monkey!”

Your head snapped round in an instant, “Mama!” You ran towards her and throw yourself in her arms as she caught you with ease and held you close.

“Ooh, I am so, so proud of you, little one!” Jordan murmured, against your hair, swaying you  gently from side to side, “Look at you, with that gold medal wrapped around your neck! You’re a little baller!”

You buried your face into her shoulder and clung tighter, “Did you see me, Mama? I… I played. Just at the end, but I played!”

“I saw every second, little one. You were brilliant,” Jordan kissed your temple, “I knew you’d be amazing in the game. I just wish I could’ve—” She stopped herself, but you’d already heard the crack in her voice as her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

You pulled back slightly to peer at her face, “You’re sad?”

“No sweetheart,” Jordan blinked to try and keep the tears at bay, “I’m so proud of you today. And nothing else other than that matters!”

“No, Mama,” You interrupted, brushing your thumb against her cheek just like Leah or Jordan always did the same when you were upset, “I know how much you wanted to be a part of it too.”

Jordan didn’t reply straight away, she kept her hands steady around your waist but you could feel the slightest tremor in her breath and she nodded, “I… I did, but like I said, it’s your day. I’m just glad to be here, for you. You won, little one. You’re a European Champion. That’s incredibly special and I’m so proud of you!”

“I love you, Mama,” You mumbled, resting your forehead against hers, “I’m glad you were here as well!”

Jordan smiled, her eyes filled with tears as she hugged you tighter, “I love you so much, Monkey.”

“Oi!” You heard the unmistakable voice of Alex, “Don’t hog all the cuddles with our little superstar now, Jord!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Al,” Jordan chuckled, placing you back down on the ground and kissing the top of your head, “She’s all yours now.”

“Auntie Al!” You squealed, running straight over to her for a hug and jumping into her arms.

“Ooh! Ello’ there, stargirl!” Alex grinned as she caught you with ease, spinning you around just a bit, “How’re you doing?”

But your attention faltered as you clocked the woman standing beside her.

“Omg! You’re Jess Glynne!” Your jaw dropped in sudden starstruck, “Auntie Al, look… look, it’s Jess Glynne!”

Jess laughed, brushing her curls back with an easy grin, “That’d be me.”

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” You mumbled, suddenly becoming shy and hiding your face in Alex’s shoulder.

 “Our Monkey here is a big fan,” Alex told her with a grin, “She absolutely loves your music.”

“You are?” Jess replied warmly, crouching a little to your level, “You alright, sweetheart?”

You're in a complete state of shock still as you peeked out and shyly nodded, “I… Wow! You’re amazing!”

Jess laughed gently, “So are you from what I can tell. Proper little wonderkid, aren’t you?”

“Wow,” You whispered, still in a state of shock, “I… I can’t believe you’re here! Wow… Auntie Al, look, look!”

“I know, pretty incredible isn’t it?” Alex laughed, ruffling your hair, “C’mon superstar, how about we go and see your Mum? I reckon we need to get a photo of you three all together.”

“Okay!” You exclaimed eagerly, your heart still thumping in your chest as Alex placed you back down on the floor with ease, so you could run over to Leah, “Mum! Mum! Look, it’s Jess… Jess Glynne! And she’s with Auntie Al!”

Leah turned at the sound of your voice with a wide, proud grin on her face before putting Buddy down and gently handing Rugrat to Amanda before jumping up and down a bit before throwing both of her arms around Alex, “Al!”

“Congratulations, girl!” Alex beamed, throwing both of her arms around Leah, “I am so bloody proud of you! Well done! You smashed it!”

“I told you… I told you I believed in magic,” Leah murmured, squeezing her best friend tight, “I told you, and we did it. We really did it!”

Alex let out a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to see her face, “You really did say that, didn’t you?”

Before Leah could answer, a little voice piped up behind them.

“Auntie Al! Auntie Al!” Buddy squealed, running over and wrapping her arms around Alex’s lower legs and peering up with an innocent smile, “Ou’ ‘ere!”

“Hello, little legs! How’re you doin’?” Alex leaned down to swoop Buddy up into her arms, “What’ve you got there then?”

“Mummy’s medal!” Buddy declared proudly, holding the medal high like a trophy, “Mummy said I could ‘ave it!”

Leah raised an eyebrow with an amused sigh, “No I didn’t, Bubba. I said you could borrow it to wear.”

“Nooo!” Buddy clutched it tighter, completely unfazed,  “I like it do. It mine now!”

“Oof, she’s definitely got your stubborn streak,” Alex laughed, pressing a kiss to Buddy’s cheek.

“Apparently so,” Leah replied with a smile, already reaching for her again, “Conned me out my own medal now as well.”

“Mum! Mum!” You burst in, practically bouncing with excitement, “Looky! It’s actually Jess Glynne! From the Jet2 advert!”

That comment had everyone laughing in hysterics.

You turned to the red-headed singer with wide, sparkling eyes, “Are you real?” You asked in awe before boldly reaching out and poking her arm, “You are real!”

“Oh, Monkey. Never change,” Jordan grinned, clearly entertained.

“You’ve met her before, sweetheart,” Leah reminded gently, “You know who she is.”

“Nah, I ain’t. I would’ve remembered!” You insisted, shaking your head furiously.

“Yeah? Are you sure about that?” Alex teased, grinning, “I seem to recall a certain photo of you snoozing on her shoulder after that late dinner we had.”

“No, no, no—Wait!” Your eyes went as wide as saucers, “That was you?! God, that’s so embarrassing! You’re like… So cool!”

Jess laughed, “It’s true. Your head was on my shoulder, out like a light. Proper little nap queen.”

“Noooo! No way! God, that’s… mortifying!” You threw your hands over your face and dragged your hands down, “Stop! Stop! I don’t wanna hear nuffin’ more ‘bout it!”

“Alright,” Amanda interrupted with a smile, “How about we take some pictures before our Monkey here actually combusts?”

“Sounds great, Mum!” Leah grinned, throwing her arm proudly over your shoulder.

“Fire one with Monkey in the middle, and Leah and Jordan on either side,” Amanda suggested, “Then one with Monkey and Leah, and Monkey and Jordan.”

“Perfect, and then we’ll get one with all the kiddies!” Alex added, already arranging people like a pro.

You posed between Leah and Jordan, both of them grinning proudly, arms around your waist while you hugged them both tightly. 

Followed by another one with just Leah behind you, arms wrapped around your middle, and another one with Jordan pulling you close and planting a kiss on your forehead right as the shutter clicked.

“Right, let’s get Buddy and Rugrat in the next one,” Alex instructed, “Leah, you take Rugrat, and Monkey… You stand in the middle. Leah to her left. Jordan to the right. Buddy, you stand in front of your Mama. Perfect. Everyone ready?”

“Can we just get it over with?” You grumbled, shifting your weight.

“Big smiles! Say cheese!” Jess called out carefully.

“CHEEEEESE!” Buddy shouted, flashing her toothy grin—complete with the missing ones—and still proudly wearing Leah’s medal.

“Ah, that’s lovely,” Alex smiled, taking the picture, “Okay I think we should have one with Buddy and Monkey.”

“Urgh, not another photo!” You groaned, tilting your head back dramatically.

“Just stand there and smile with your little sister,” Leah encouraged, chuckling, “It’ll be over soon enough!”

“Urgh, whatever,” You huffed, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Ready? Big smiles, and say cheese!” Alex insisted, ready to take the photo, along with the rest of the adults capturing the photo.

“Crackers,” You joked, crouching beside Buddy and smiling at the camera, while Buddy clung her arms around your neck and toothy grinned.

“Oh, that one’s definitely becoming my new lock screen,” Jordan insisted.

“And mine,” Leah added, bouncing Rurgat gently on her chest while the tiny baby looked up at her with bright, curious eyes, “Hi, angel. You’re finally awake, huh? Didn’t want to miss out on the fun?”

“Right I think we should have one now with just the kiddies,” Alex suggested with a keen smile, “Monkey, if you can hold Rugrat—”

You tensed, and Leah automatically felt it.

“Al, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Leah interjected quickly.

“Right, right, no worries,” Alex pivoted smoothly, “Okay, grandparents next, step up! I reckon that we do one with the grandparents and grandkids, and then one with Monkey and the grandparents.”

“Dad, do you want to hold Rugrat?” Leah offered, gently transferring the alert six-week-old into David’s arms.

“Of course,” David agreed warmly, settling Rugrat against his chest, “Come here, little one. Come to Grandad. You’ve very wide awake, aren’t you? Don’t worry, you’re not missing much.”

“Amanda, you take Buddy, and Monkey can stand in the middle,” Alex directed, “Alright, everyone ready? Big smiles!”

“CHEEEESE!” Buddy squealed, while you offered the camera a much more reluctant smirk.

“Lovely,” Alex praised, “Now let’s grab one with just Monkey and the grandparents.”

“How many more photos?” You groaned, tilting your head back in exaggerated despair, “I’m so over this!”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” Jordan teased, “Now go on, stand there and smile for a picture with your Nana and Grandad.”

After a few more reluctant photo with your family—Leah and Amanda proudly lifting the trophy, Leah and David laughing in the moment, you tucked under Alex’s arm, then you squeezed between her and Leah, another shot with Jess pulling faces beside Alex, and finally Jordan crouched beside Buddy and you as Buddy beamed and held up Leah’s medal—you were completely spent.

“Can we be done now?” You complained for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of the time you’d been taking photos, “I’m bored!”

“Yeah, we’re done,” Leah chuckled, looping her arm around your shoulder, “We’re going to go in now and join the rest of the team, yeah?”

“Finally,” You muttered, sagging against her side.

“Buddy, can Mummy have her medal back?” Leah asked gently.

“It mine,” Buddy declared firmly, clutching it tighter to her chest, “No ‘ours!”

“Bubba, Mummy needs it for now, okay?” Leah kept her voice gentle, crouching down the 4-year-old’s height, “You’ve done a really good job holding onto it for me though, and I’m so proud of you!”

“Fine,” Buddy huffed, reluctantly allowing Leah to take it from around her neck, “I come in der wif ‘ou?”

“I’m afraid you can’t, Bubba,” Leah told her honestly, “But we’re going to see you at the party. Okay? You just need to stay with Mama and everyone else for now, alright?”

Buddy wasn’t so keen on the idea of that, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest, “I come wif ‘ou, Mummy! I no wan’ stay wif Mama!”

“Hey, Buddy!” Jacob swooped in just at the right moment, crouching beside your favourite little buddy, “How about me and you kick a ball about on the pitch, yeah?”

“... Otay!” Buddy hesitated to agree.

“Thanks, J,” Leah thanked the lad, patting him on the shoulder before Jacob ran with Buddy to find the nearest football to kick, turning to face the rest of your family,“We’ll see you all at the party in a bit.”

“Peace out!” You stated, starting to head down into the tunnel.

Leah laughed, giving you a slight nudge, “Come on, my girl. Let’s go join the chaos in the changing room, yeah?”

The second you stepped through the doors of the changing room, the chaos hit you full force.

It was boiling, loud and completely unhinged. There were wet footprints streaking across the floor, half the squad was in various stages of kit and champagne-soaked victory shirts, and someone was already blaring music from a speaker someone had smuggled in.

You barely made it three steps before someone shoved a drink into your hand—something fizzy and most definitely dangerous and far too strong.

You blinked at it, sniffed it and took a cautious sip, “Oh… It’s strong,” You said, and then took another sip.

And then another.

And that was all it took.

You were an absolute lightweight when it came to drinking.

Within minutes, you were red-cheeked, starry-eyes and absolutely buzzing. A complete livewire. The shy kid from an hour ago was long gone. Replaced by something wild and gleeful and just a little bit dangerous.

Leah watched you guzzle half of your drink and raised a brow, “Steady on there, my girl.”

“Muuuum, leave it out. I’m havin’ fun!” You declared promptly, not wasting time to have another drink, “I’m buzzin’!”

Leah laughed, shaking her head and deciding to just let you have all the fun you wanted, “Alright then, baby. Just be careful not to break anything.”

You had no such intentions to do anything like that.

Kyra was the first one to rope you in and drag you by your wrist towards the crowded group screaming the lyrics to Stina’s chant, bouncing up and down fueled by the alcohol in everyone’s systems.

“Stina Stina Stina Stina Stina Blackstenius!” You screamed along with them, shrieking with laughter as Katie tackled you to the floor mid-chorus and slid with you across the champagne-soaked floor.

“Watch out!” You warned with barely any time before you crashed dramatically into Leah’s legs, grinning up at her innocently, “Hi, Muuuuuuum!”

“Hi, sweetheart,” Leah chuckled, patting your hair before proceeding to have another drink of her own, “Are you having fun?”

“Tons of it!” You insisted, grinning at her cheekily and breathless, scrambling up to get off the floor, “I don’t ever want this night to end!”

“Plenty of time still, kid!” Steph chimed in, ruffling your hair as she directly handed you a heineken bottle to swig, “Ave’ at it!”

You frowned while pouting at the bottle, “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Shake it and spray it everywhere,” Beth encouraged, finally joining in on the chaos after she had the unfortunate luck of having to dope after the game instead of joining in on the celebration, “Go wild, Monkey!”

So you just did what anyone would do—pop open the cork and spray it everywhere.

You shrieked in delight as it foamed over your hands, pointing it upward like a fountain and soaking Alessia’s hair and earning a scandalised scream from her.

“Monkey!” The blonde exclaimed in shock-horror before proceeding to tackle you into a headlock, “I’ll get you back you little menace!”

“Right, girls! Picture! Picture!” One of the assistant coaches insisted, gesturing to you all to come together for a group photo, “Come on! Picture time!”

“Urgh! Not again!” You whined in complaint with an exaggerated eye roll, but you still dragged yourself into the clump of girls, tucking yourself neatly in front of Leah as everyone crowded around the trophy. You leaned back into her, your drink still sloshing in one hand, medal swinging from your cheek while your cheeks were pink from all the shouting and Heineken.

The phone was snapped just as you were mid-complaint.

“Hey! You got me bad side!” You grumbled, mock-scowling at the poor assistant holding the phone. You weren’t really mad honestly, and you didn’t have time to keep sulking because the opening notes of another iconic anthem suddenly boomed through the speaker.

Your whole face lit up in glee.

“ABSOLUTELY EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY, EVERYBODY!” You shrieked at full volume, pointing in random directions with a whole lot of energy.

“Sing it, little lady!” Katie whooped, charging over and before you could even run, grabbing you around the waist and hoisting you clean off the floor.

You squealed as she spun you around in dizzy circles with your arms flailing and hair going wild in all different directions, your shrieks of laughter echoing off the wall as Leah took the opportunity to capture the whole thing on a video.

You didn’t care though, you were feeling high on life.

You didn’t ever want this moment to end, and you were going to make sure absolutely everybody knew about it.

“Let’s party it up, bitchessss!” You yelled, stumbling into the afterparty with Katie, who had the trophy held proudly above her head, “I’m ready t drink and have a good fuckin’ time!”

“Monkey,” Leah warned softly from behind, walking beside Laia as the room erupted into cheers, “Reign it in a bit, please.”

“What?” You grinned, head cocking to the side, arms flung out like you were embracing the world, “I’m livin’ my best life right now! Woohoo—Buddy! There you are!”

“Monks’!” Your favourite little buddy squealed in excitement, running straight to you.

“Missed you! Where’ve you been?” You wondered in a drunken state, wrapping both your arms around your little sister, “Are you ready to party? We’re gonna dance the night away!"

“Listen,” Leah said, easily taking Rugrat from Amanda, who was wide eyed and awake amongst the chaos in the room, “You can tonight Just be sensible, okay? Know your limits.”

You huffed, exaggerating an eye roll, “Don’t worry, Mum. I’ll be fine!” You insisted, sparing a glance at the six-week-old infant, “What’s she doin’ here? I don’t like her!”

You didn’t wait around for an answer before pulling Buddy towards the dance floor, trying to not think about the baby in Leah’s arms.

“Has she eaten much?” Alessia asked quietly, eyeing you with mild concern.

“If three bags of crisps and a jelly pot count, then sure,” Steph mumbled, shaking her head.

Alessia winced, “She’s a proper lightweight.”

“I fear it’s already gone to her head,” Beth chimed in, watching you start to bounce around the room high from the energy and alcohol.

“LET’S FUCKIN PAAAAAARTY!” You shrieked, vibrantly as you threw your free arm around Kyra while holding Buddy on your hip, ”Buddy! What’re we sayin’? North London Forever?”

“Uh-huh! I like dat one!” Buddy nodded excitedly in your arms.

“Let’s gooooo!” Kyra added, just as excited with alcohol in her system.

“Aye, Jess Glynne!” You spotted the red-hair in the distance of the room, walking over to her, “What’re you doin’ here? Ooo! Ooo! Can we sing a song?”

“Down, Monks’!” Buddy insisted, trying to wriggle free in your arms.

“Spoil sport,” You mumbled, reluctantly putting her down as she toddled over to Jordan.

“Hello again, troublemaker. You seem a bit drunk there,” Jess smiled, amused, “We can sing a song together if you would like that.”

“Auntie Al! Auntie Al!” You squealed, excitedly stumbling towards Alex, “I get to sing a song with Jess Glynne! So cool!”

“Oh good lord,” Alex muttered, catching your arm before you tripped, “That is pretty cool. How many have you had to drink now?”

“Eh, not a lot,” You carelessly shrugged your shoulders,” I’m only a bit tipsy. I can still walk in a straight line… kinda!”

“What’ve you even been drinking to get in this state?” Jordan wondered, watching in concern as she handed Buddy a cake bar.

You stumbled around, grinning like an idiot, “Lord I don’t know, but it was… pretty fuckin’ good, Mama!”

Jordan arched an eyebrow, turning to look at her ex girlfriend, “Leah, what have you been giving her to be in this state?”

“I had nothing to do with giving her anything,” Leah chimed in, swaying a wide awake Rugrat in her arms, “If anything then blame Katie for that.”

“Typical,” Jordan mumbled,  shaking her head.

“I want some more!” You exclaimed, swinging your arms about in the air, “Gimme! Gimme!”

“Oh my God,” Jordan mumbled, rubbing her temple, “I can’t believe she’s already in this state. I have a good piece of mind to go and have a word with Katie over this.”

You didn’t waste time lingering around as you heard the opening tune of one of Jess Glynne’s songs, “Oh my God, I loooooove this song!”

“Monkey, do you want to come up here and sing a song with me?” Jess called you over from the DJ booth, motioning you to join her.

“Can I?” Your eyes lit up in excitement, “Let’s fucking goooooo!”

“Monkey swore!” Buddy gasped in realisation, glancing between Leah and Jordan, “Dat not allowed!”

Leah hummed, brushing a strand of hair out of Buddy’s face, “She did, and you’re not to repeat it either, alright?”

“You got it dude,” Buddy responded with a thumbs up, “Can I go an’ dance wif Auntie Wally?”

“Go for it, little ‘un,” Jordan chuckled, waving her hand off in the direction of where Lia is dancing with Mario, “Have fun!”

You were having a wail of a time up on stage, performing with Jess Glynne as cameras were out and everyone was filming the performance.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You joked, staggering down off the stage as you searched for another alcoholic beverage, “Thank you very much!”

“What a performance that was, Monkey,” Elle let out a low whistle.

“I think you need to slow down on the drinks, sweetheart,” Amanda said in concern, noting the way you were stumbling all over the place, “Why don’t you drink some water?”

“Pft, I’m fine! I’ve only had… three,” You struggled to remember, trying to count on your fingers, “... I think?”

Jacob snickered, “You think?”

“I’ve told her to just be sensible, and I’m keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t go too wild,” Leah informed her family, sitting down on a chair as she was mid-feeding Rugrat a bottle.

“Heh, check it out. I got a blue tongue!” You exclaimed, sticking your tongue out in front of your own phone, “I like that!”

“How’ve you managed to get a blue tongue?” Beth laughed, amused with your current antics as she now had a fast asleep Phoebe cradled to her chest, “What’ve you been drinking to get that?”

“I dunno, but it tastes like victory!” You exclaimed, bobbing up and down with your medal around your neck, “Yeeeehaw!”

“Oh, she’s pissed for sure,” Jacob grinned in amusement.

“Here, Monkey, have another one,” Katie encouraged, shoving a drink into your hand much to the disagreement of your family.

“Katie no,” Jordan eyed the drink in your hand but it was too late as you were already drinking it, “Remember to get her to drink some water, Monkey.”

“Oh looky out, the fun police have arrived!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes as you neck back the rest of the drink that you were handed, “Boooo!”

“Logan,” Leah gave you a warning look, “Stop being rude and drink some water, please.”

You groaned, tilting your head back for dramatic effect, “I don’t want any water. I wanna drink more! We’re champions, baby!”

“Dance wif me, Monks’! Dance wif me!” Buddy insists, holding her arms out for you to take and spin her around, “Dance wif me! Spin me ‘round!”

You did as Buddy requested, taking her hands, dancing and spinning around with her as her giggles became infectious, “Ready for me to catch you, Buddy? Ready?” You picked her up and held her high in the air, trying your hardest not to stumble in your step.

“Logan Reece!” Leah’s voice cut in, sharp, “Don’t you bloody dare think about throwing your sister in the air!” She shouted across the room, quickly getting your attention.

You pouted while you placed Buddy gently back down on the dance floor, “But she likes it…”

“Absolutely not!” Leah was quick in her stride to pass Rugrat over to David now she was done burping her and storm over to where you was, “You don’t ever think about doing that, especially when your three sheets to the wind!”

“You’re overreacting a tad there, Mum,” You groaned, rolling your eyes in exaggeration as you proceeded to climb on top of a stray table and hold your arms out like you were in a scene from Titanic.

Leah was still not letting up, “Get down off the bloody table right now, young lady!”

“Ooo, young lady. You’re in trouble now!” Kyra teased, not realising the seriousness of it at all.

“Down,” Leah didn’t wait around for you to get down before proceeding to lift you off the table herself, “Come with me, you’re going to drink some water before you end up injuring yourself!”

“Do I hafta?” You huffed in protest, “M’ only havin’ a good time!” You swooped up a random drink from a table and took a swig.

Leah scoffed, “A good time? It’s a bit more than that,” She paused, taking the alcohol away from you, “No more drinking until you’ve drank some water, my girl.”

“Oi, that’s mine!” You scowled, not happy with that decision of Leah stealing your alcohol, “Give it back! Thief!”

Your words did little to phase Leah as she retrieved a bottle of water and handed it to you, “Here, water. Drink it now,” She instructed, “I’m your Mum, I care about you and I don’t mind you drinking tonight, we’re celebrating but I want you to be safe. At this rate you’re going to fall asleep on the floor by the DJ booth.”

“I don’t wanna drink water,” You grumbled, reluctant to crack open the bottle of water in your hands, “I wanna party!”

“You’re not drinking anymore alcohol until you’ve drunk some water first,” Leah stood form on her decision.

You groaned in disagreement, “Muuuuuum, I’m twenny now. You can’t just—”

“You live under my roof,” Leah swiftly cut you off with a firm look, “I can, and I will.”

“That’s fuckin’ bullshit!” You swore directly at her without even thinking twice about it.

“She swore! Monkey said the F word!” Buddy shouted mid-twirl as she danced with Rory.

“That’s naughty,” Rory added, gasping.

“She did, and she shouldn’t have,” Jordan said, exhaling a sigh, “No one’s saying the F word anymore tonight, alright?”

“Cept me!” You declared proudly, jumping back up on the table, “I’M A FOOKIN’ CHAMPION OF EUROPE! THE ONLY IN THE LAND!”

“Right. Off the table. Now!” Leah barked.

“Bah humbug,” You pouted, wobbling slightly, “I’m celebratin’! Leave me ‘lone!”

“Monkey, don’t think I won’t throw you over my shoulder,” Leah warned, resting her hands on her hips and giving that look that you were all too familiar with.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and continuing to dance on the table, “Pft, whatever. I’m fine—”

“I don’t care if you’re fine or not, drink this water now,” Leah told you firmly, “Either you drink it, or you’re cut off for the rest of the night, alright?”

“Ugh, fine, whatever…. Captain Buzzkill,” You sloppily gulped it down, then shoved the bottle back, “There, done. Can I go back to drinking and partying now?”

 “Sure, just be careful, alright?” Leah stated firmly, exhaling a sigh with a feeling that she wasn’t getting through to you at all.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, buh-bye now!” You waved cheekily before continuing to dance and have the time of your life.

“God, she’s going to be an absolute pain to deal with tomorrow,” Alex winced, witnessing your antics for herself, “I wish you luck.”

“And she’s gonna have a horrific hangover,” Jordan added.

Elle frowned in sympathy, “She’s definitely going to feel it. Are you going to be alright dealing with her tomorrow, babe?”

“It’s not like I have a choice,” Leah laughed faintly, admiring Jordan coo over Rugrat in her arms, “At least we’ve got a good while until Buddy or Rugrat are like this, and it’s not every day that you’re a champion of Europe. Just let her have this one.”

You were having a time of your life living it high and dancing around on the dance floor with your teammates, “Oi, Buddy. C’mere!” You shouted over to your favourite little buddy.

“Monks! Monks!” Buddy shouted, running up to you with wild and sweaty curls while Rory continued to dance with Lia and Mariona, “Come dance wif us!”

You grinned, reaching forward to ruffle Buddy’s hair, “I will! I’m just having some… juice,” You weren’t sure how to word it.

Buddy scrunched her face up in disinterest, “Dat no’ like juice, dat smells funny an’ so strong! Ew!”

“Sure it is,” You waved your hand off, going to hand your little sister the drink over without even thinking twice about it, “Think of it like… apple juice, or summit.”

Before you can even properly hand the drink to Buddy, it’s quickly swept away by Steph, “Jesus! Monkey, what the hell are you doin’? Are you out of your mind right now?!”

You blinked, suddenly startled, “... I was only givin’ her a small sip.”

“She’s four, Monkey!” Steph shouted, “This isn’t a drink you can give to your sister!”

“You… You just told me off!” You mumbled, your bottom lip starting to wobble, “You can’t do that!”

“Yes, I did and I can when you’re putting your four year old sister in danger!” Steph shot back, furious that you even attempted to do such a thing like that.

“Muuuuum!” You barrelled into Leah, throwing your arms around her neck and plonking yourself on her lap, “Tell her she can’t shout at me!”

“Oof, Monkey,” Leah let out a groan, startled by your sudden appearance as she chatted with Elle, “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Auntie Stephy just shouted at me!” You proceed to shout, clinging your arms around her neck, “Tell her she can’t… Tell her she can’t do that!”

Leah’s brow was furrowed, “What? Why? What’s happened?”

“I… I don’t know,” You mumbled, burying your head in her neck to try and shelter from it. You weren’t that keen to tell Leah what happened knowing you’d definitely be in trouble for it.

“Steph?” Leah glanced at the Australian women, “Why did you shout at my kid? You have no right to do that!”

“Le, before you go off on one you need to understand that I found Monkey trying to give Buddy alcohol,” Steph explained, cautiously, “I think it might’ve been vodka.”

Leah’s eyes were high in alert, “Vodka?!” She  exclaimed, gazing at you disapprovingly.

“... I thought she might like it,” You told her, innocently and hopeful that Leah wouldn’t go absolutely nuts about it.

“Right,” Leah exhaled a dangerously calm breath, pinching her nose, “Bed. Now.”

“What? No!” You exclaimed in disbelief, quick to protest against the idea, “Nobody else is going to bed yet! S’ not fair!”

“I don’t care,” Leah shifted you on her lap to start and get up, “You are. You’re done.”

You shoved back, shaking your head in disagreement, “No! I’m a champion of Europe, I don’t need a fuckin’ bedtime!”

“Logan Reece,” Jordan stepped in, sharply and fixing you with a look that made you straighten up instinctively.

Leah turned to her, exhaustion already sinking into her bones, “I’ve got Buddy on the dancefloor with Kyra and Alessia, Rugrat’s dead asleep… Can you—?”

“Yeah,” Jordan said, already reaching out, “I’ll handle her. You stay and enjoy the party. Where’s your room key?”

“Right, yeah, it’s here,” Leah handed it over without hesitation and then leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hair, “You may be twenty, but just so we’re clear, you’re also my daughter. And I’m not going to wait until you’re slurring your words and putting your baby sister in danger to step in. What you did was really silly, Monkey. So now I think it’s best you go with Mama, let her tuck you in, and call it a night, alright? I love you, but bed means bed.”

“I don’t need to go to bed!” You insisted, the alcohol fueling your system as you still stood your ground. 

“When you’re putting your sister in danger and making reckless decisions then you're done,” Jordan cut in, calm but stern, “Now are you going to walk, or am I going to carry you?”

“I’m not partying yet! I still… There’s ages!” You weakly protested, throwing your head back for extra dramatics, “I’m not goin’! You can’t make me!”

“Tough,” Jordan interrupted with her voice still firm, leaning out to take hold of your hand, “You lost that right the minute you tried to pour vodka down your 4 year old sister's throat! Bed, now. Move it.”

“Mamaaaa! I don’t wanna!” You whined in complaint, refusing to take her hand and garing at her, “S’ not fair!”

“Come on, Monkey,” Jordan exhaled a sigh, taking it upon herself to take a hold of your hand, “Time for bed, little one before you say something that you’ll regret.”

“Why’s everyone against me? S’ not fair!” You huffed in a sulk, reluctantly allowing yourself to be dragged through the room,  “Didn’t do nuffin’ wrong!”

“You don’t think so, huh?” Jordan questioned with an arched eyebrow, “I think that we have very different opinions on that now, so come on let’s get you to bed before you cause anymore trouble.”

“I’m a grown up! M’ not goin’ to dumb, stupid bed!” You thrashed around in Jordan’s grasp, “Not fair! I… I don’t wanna!”

Jordan sighed like someone already regretting every life choice that led to this moment, “Okay, champion of Europe. Let’s go. You’re done for the night.”

You pouted, tugging against her arm half-heartedly, “Don’t wanna…” As Leah’s voice cut in just before Jordan could exit the packed room.

“Make sure to brush your teeth, please,” Leah called over the laughter still echoing down the hallway, soft and firm as her arms cradled Rugrat close.

You turned with a defiant glare that didn’t quite land, “You brush your teeth!”

Leah smiled with deliberate patience as she shared a subtle look with Jordan before Jordan continued to tug you in the direction of your hotel room that you shared with Leah.

“Come on, little one,” Jordan mumbled, realising it was too late to disagree with handling things now.

The door clicked shut.

Somewhere down the hall, someone was already filming.

When you’re a champion of Europe, but you still have a bedtime.

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Rory meets AWFC.

Rory meets her Mummies teammates and gets a little anxious but soon meets a Lego loving friend.

find the Rory masterlist here

thank you to @scribblesofagoonerr for helping me write this! this may or may not feature a certain monkey…

August 24th 2023

“You okay, Roo?” Beth asked Rory as she packed a few bits into her backpack.

Rory had now been living with Beth and Viv for two months now, both of them had been given three weeks off from Arsenal to help them adjust and settle. They’d fallen into a nice routine with Rory and she was even more comfortable with them now, her little personality had truly begun to shine.

After the three weeks, they’d returned back to training. They were doing sessions in the gym with just them and Rory as everyone was away at either the World Cup or had time off.

Despite not being related to Beth biologically, she definitely had her bubbly and loud personality with Viv's shyness sprinkled in.

Today, Rory was going to training with them and meeting their friends for the first time. She’d already met both Viv and Beth’s family after spending a few weeks in the Netherlands with them and Myle. All of their family had fallen in love with the girl and by the end of the week she had them wrapped around her little finger.

Rory nodded her head shyly as Viv brushed her hair into a smooth ponytail, “Just a bit nervous.” Rory shrugged, holding Twix tight to her.

"You know," Viv said, finishing Rory’s ponytail before sitting beside her, "when I was your age, I was really nervous about going to new places too. But I always found that if I bought something familiar with me, like your bunny, it made me feel a lot better. I still get anxious too, Mummy will tell you.”

Rory looked up at Viv with a curious expression. "Really? You get anxious too?”

"Yeah I do," Viv nodded. "But you have me and Mummy with you, too. We'll make sure you feel safe and happy."

Beth joined them at the table, “We'll be with you the whole time, Roo. You can even play football if you want."

Rory's grip on her bunny tightened, but she nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay.

Viv chuckled, “Why don’t we pack a few of your favourite things in your backpack?”

“Look, I’ve already packed your favourite snacks and some toys. You can bring them with you." Beth said, holding the bag open.

Rory peeked inside the backpack and smiled a little. "Thanks, Mummy."

Viv leaned down and kissed the top of Rory's head. "You're so brave, Rory. We'll make sure you have a good time."

Beth smiled, “You'll get to see where Mamma and I work and meet some of our friends. It'll be fun, I promise."

“Are they nice?” Rory asked.

“Super nice!” Beth reassured her, “They’re very funny too!”

Viv smirked, “Not as funny as Mamma though!”

Rory laughed, a smile spreading on her face, “No ones as funny as you, silly Mamma!”

Viv ruffled Rory's hair gently. "That's my girl. Now, finish your breakfast so we can get going.”

Once breakfast was done and the kitchen tidied, they gathered by the door. Viv helped Rory put on her tiny sneakers, while Beth checked her bag one last time. The anticipation in the room was palpable, a mix of excitement and nervous energy.

"Ready to go, Roo?" Beth asked, her voice gentle but encouraging.

Rory nodded, and held out her hand for Viv to take. "Ready!”

The drive to the training ground was filled with chatter and the hum of the car engine. Rory sat in the back seat, singing along to Taylor Swift with Viv like she had done for the past few weeks.

As they pulled up to the training centre, Rory’s nerves increased. Beth stepped out of the car and got her backpack whilst Viv unstrapped her.

“Mamma carry me?” Rory mumbled as she stepped out.

Viv smiled before lifting the four year old up, resting her on her hip. Rory buried her head in the crook of Viv’s neck, her arms wrapped tightly around her neck.

Beth rubbed her hand up and down Rory’s back, “You’ll be okay, Roo. I promise.” She said, placing a kiss on her temple.

They walked into the training centre, Beth leading the way and holding the door open for Viv and Rory. Steph and Jen were in the lobby and when they saw the trio approaching, they both smiled warmly.

Steph gasped, “Is this little miss Rory that I've heard so much about?”

Rory peeked out from her safe spot against Viv’s shoulder, her grip on Twix tightening. Her blonde eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Steph's accent before she started to giggle.

“What’re you giggling at, Roo?” Beth asked, tickling Rory’s stomach.

“Her accent!” Rory said just above a whisper as she giggled. “She sounds funny!”

“Have you heard of a place called Australia?” Steph asked, getting a nod from Rory, “Well that’s where I’m from! I sound different from your Mamma’s don’t I?”

Rory nodded, “You do!” Her eyes flicked over to Jen as she walked closer. Rory stared at her curiously, trying to figure out why the woman was so tall.

“I’m Jen! I sound weird too, eh?” Jen smiled, Rory shyly nodding as she hugged Viv tighter, “I like you Bunny! What’s their name?”

Rory looked at Jen and then back at Viv, who nodded encouragingly. “His name is Twix,” Rory whispered,

“Oh that’s so cool!” Jen smiled, “Do you like animals?”

“I love them!” Rory nodded, starting to warm up a little bit, “I love doggies!”

“You do?” Steph gasped, matching Rory’s excitement, “Do you want to meet the team dog, Win?”

Rory's eyes widened with excitement. "There's a dog here?" she asked, looking up at Viv with a mix of astonishment and eagerness.

Beth laughed softly, her heart melting at Rory's cuteness. "Yes, there is. Win is a very friendly dog and loves meeting new people."

Steph nodded enthusiastically. "Win is the therapy dog here, she helps us when we’re feeling down sometimes! She’s the unofficial team mascot."

"Can I see her now?" Rory asked, her shyness momentarily forgotten.

"Of course," Jen smiles, "Let's go find Win. She’s usually hanging out in the canteen area."

They made their way through the training centre, passing by a few players and staff who greeted Beth and Viv warmly. Rory clung to Viv but looked around with wide eyes, taking in everything.

As they entered the canteen area, a friendly chocolate labrador bounced over, tail wagging excitedly. Rory’s eyes lit up as Win approached and Viv set her down on the floor.

"Win, meet Rory," Steph said, sitting down to pet the dog on the floor. "Rory, this is Win."

Rory hesitated for a moment, looking up at Viv for reassurance. Viv nodded, smiling. "It's okay, Roo. Win is very gentle."

Slowly, Rory extended her hand, and Win sniffed it before giving it a friendly lick. Rory giggled, her nervousness melting away. "She likes me!" she exclaimed, petting Win’s soft fur.

"Can we bring Win home?" she asked, looking up at Beth and Viv with hopeful eyes.

Beth chuckled, shaking her head. "Win has to stay here and help the team, Roo. But maybe we can think about getting a doggy soon though!”

"Okay," Rory agreed, still smiling. "Can I show her my bunny?"

"Of course," Viv said. "I'm sure Win would love to meet Twix."

Rory held out Twix to Win, who sniffed the bunny curiously before giving it a gentle lick. Rory giggled again, delighted by the interaction.

"Win likes Twix too!" she smiled, hugging her bunny tightly.

Beth knelt down beside her. "See? There’s nothing to be nervous about. You’re doing great, Roo."

“Oh wow it’s a party in here!” Lotte laughed as she entered the canteen, “Win’s enjoying the attention I see.”

Rory looked up, her smile growing once she saw Lotte, “Lot! Hi, I missed you!”

Rory abandoned Winnie and immediately ran over to the English girl, hugging her legs. Rory had already met Lotte, as well as Vic and Laura, a few weeks after she moved in with Viv and Beth due to them being close friends who were always around.

She was shy at first but once Lotte was laying on the floor with her playing and Vic and Laura were sneaking her sweets she was their best friend.

“Hello, Rory,” Lotte said gently, crouching down to Rory’s level, “I missed you too! How’re you liking the training centre so far?”

Rory smiled and nodded, “I like it! I love Win though!”

Lotte gasped playfully, “Win’s the best isn’t she!”

Viv checked the time on her phone, “C’mon Roo, me and Mummy need to go get changed.”

Rory huffed, “I’m bored, Mamma!”

“It won’t take two seconds, Roo,” Beth said, “Then we can get you set up with some colouring!”

“I don’t mind sitting with her while you get changed,” Lotte offered, “Only if Roo doesn’t mind.”

Beth looked down at Rory, “What do you think, Roo? Want to stay with Lotte while me and Mamma get changed? It’ll only be for a couple minutes.”

Rory thought for a second, her eyes wandering around the now empty room that Steph and Jen had left to go and warm up, “Yeah…you come back?”

“Oh of course we will, Roo!” Viv said, crouching down to the girls height, “Me and Mummy will be a few minutes, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. You can come with me.”

Rory shook her head before talking Lotte’s hand, “I colour with Lotte!”

“Okay then,” Beth laughed, “We’ll be two minutes, okay? If you need us you can always come get me and Mamma.”

“Okay, Mummy,” Rory nodded, squeezing Lotte's hand tighter.

Viv and Beth headed off to the changing rooms, leaving Rory with Lotte. Lotte led her to a nearby table and got some colouring out of Rory’s backpack. Rory quickly got to work, her tongue poking out in concentration as she colored a picture of a butterfly.

“You’re really good at coloring, Rory!” Lotte said, smiling as she watched the little girl.

“Thank you!” Rory beamed, her shyness slowly melting away.

Just then, the door to the canteen burst open, and Katie stormed in, loudly announcing her arrival, "Guess who's back, back again! Kat—"

Her voice trailed off as she noticed Rory, who had jumped at the sudden noise, clutching her crayons tightly and looking wide-eyed at Katie.

Katie's eyes widened in horror at scaring the child. "Shit, I'm so sorry, kid!" she said, rushing over but lowering her voice. “I didn’t mean to scare you, kiddo. I’m Katie.”

Rory’s lower lip began to tremble, and her eyes welled up with tears. “I-I want Mummy and Mamma,” she whimpered, looking at Lotte.

Lotte immediately wrapped an arm around Rory. “It’s okay, Rory. Mummy and Mamma will be right back. Katie didn’t mean to scare you.”

But Rory’s tears began to fall, and she clutched Twix tightly to her chest. “I want Mumma and Mummy!” she cried, the distress in her voice clear.

At that moment, Beth and Viv hurried back into the room, having heard Rory's cries. Beth quickly scooped Rory into her arms, holding her close. “It’s okay, Roo. Mummy’s here.”

Viv knelt beside them, gently stroking Rory’s back. “What happened, Mijn liefje?”

Rory sniffled, burying her face in Beth’s shoulder. “She scared me,” she mumbled.

Beth rocked Rory gently, trying to soothe her. “Katie didn’t mean to scare you, Roo. It was just a mistake.”

Katie stepped closer, her expression full of regret. “I’m really sorry, kiddo. I didn’t know you were here.”

Katie exchanged a nervous look with Viv, “Viv, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know she was in here, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, Katie,” Beth reassured her with a nod, “She’s just a bit anxious today, that’s all.”

“I’m so sorry,” she apologised once again, “I’ll leave you too it, I’m sorry kid!”

After a few minutes of Beth and Viv calming Rory down and cuddling her, Leah came through the door. Her eyes softened at the little sniffles coming from Rory, her cheeks still tear stained.

Leah calmly walked over and crouched down beside Beth who had Rory cuddled into her chest, “Hey! I’m Leah, are you little Rory who I’ve heard all about?”

Rory nodded her head against Beth’s chest, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Rory!” Leah smiled, “I bet I know what cheers you up when you’re upset…cake!”

Rory’s eyes widened at the mention of cake, “Cake?!” She asked, lifting her head from Beth’s chest.

Beth gasped, matching Rory’s enthusiasm, “Oh cake, that sounds nice doesn’t it! Why doesn’t Leah show you where to get some?”

Rory hesitated before nodding her head and jumping off of Beth’s lap. She took Leah’s hand and walked over to the canteen kitchen, Leah helped her pick out her cake before walking back to Beth and Viv.

“Chocolate cake!” Viv smiled, “Wow Roo, isn’t that good!” Rory nodded her head, a smile spread across her face.

“Where’s Monkey?” Beth asked, “Is she off causing trouble again?”

“No she was right…behind me,” Leah trailed off, looking around for the teenager, “I bet she’s causing mischief with Kyra!”

“That isn’t a surprise at all,” Viv laughed and shook her head.

Viv carried Rory into the gym whilst Beth had a quick session with the physio’s. She sat down on the bench in the corner, Rory facing her with her head pressed against her chest.

“Viv! You’re back!” A voice shouted aloud where Viv was sitting in the gym with Rory in her lap, “I’ve missed you round here– Leah’s being bossy as ever, ruining my fun, the complete buzz-kill that she is!”

“Hi Monkey,” Viv waved in agreement with the girl, “Glad to hear that you are up to your usual chaos.” She remarked, sarcastically.

“I’m not even doing anything that bad, everyone is just making a huge big deal out of it for no reason! Oh! Maybe now you’re here you can steer Leah to be in agreement that it would be a great idea for me to try sky-diving!” Monkey continued to ramble in Viv’s ear, which Rory couldn’t help but find funny as she listened to the girl natter on, “Oh! Who’s this?” She wondered, curiously.

“Monkey, this is Rory, mine and Beth’s daughter… And Roo, this is Monkey” Viv smiled before leaning down to Rory’s ear, “she’s the biggest kid around here,” she whispered but loud enough for Monkey to hear.

Monkey gasped, “Whoa, I take offence to that, you know! It’s actually Katie– Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Rory. I’m Monkey!”

Rory lifted her head from Viv’s chest, “You’re funny!”

“Thank you very much– Whoa, I like your bunny. Does it have a special name?” Monkey asked, crouching down to Rory’s level on Viv’s lap.

Rory nodded, “Mhm, it’s Twix!” She smiled, holding out the stuffed bunny so the girl could see.

Monkey gasped once again, “No way? Twix, that’s such a cool name! Oooh, do you like Lego?”

“Uh huh!” Rory nodded, her shyness being forgotten once again.

“Cool, do you want to go and build something? I’m meant to be training, but I don’t think anyone will care if I’m there or not.” Monkey shrugged, Viv laughed at how chilled the girl was.

Rory’s smile grew as she nodded her head and slipped off Viv’s lap, “Yeah!”

“So, how old are you, Rory?” Monkey asked as they began to walk over to her Lego corner in the gym.

“I’m 4!” Rory declared proudly, holding up four fingers.

“Wow, 4? That is such a cool age– You can definitely get away with a lot at that age!”

“I thought I heard your voice,” Beth joked as she entered the gym, “Don’t be leading her astray!”

“Would I ever? She’s adorable– We’re gonna build Lego together!” Monkey replied innocently.

“You’re aware that Leah is looking for you, right?” Beth questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I didn’t do anything I wasn't meant to do!” Monkey protested.

“That definitely means that you did then…” Viv smiled, shaking her head with a knowing smile.

“Monkey!” Leah shouted aloud, trying to find the teenager.

“Uh, damn. I’m not here– Quick, hide me under the table or somethin’.” Monkey whispered to Rory, her eyes darting around for a hiding spot.

“I like her, she’s funny, Mummy!” Rory said, turning to look at Beth with a smile.

Beth couldn't help but smile at Rory's delight. "Yes, she is funny, but we have to make sure she stays out of trouble, right?"

"Right!" Rory agreed enthusiastically.

Just then, Leah entered the gym, her eyes narrowing playfully at Monkey. "There you are! What have you been up to now?"

Monkey put on her most innocent face. "Nothing, I swear! Just showing my new friend my Lego collection!”

Leah shook her head with a laugh. “C’mon, you need to actually train and not muck about.”

Monkey groaned, “Just give me five more minutes! Please, I want to do a bit of Lego!”

“You and your bloody Lego obsession!” Leah sighed, “Fine! Half an hour and then you need to train, deal?”

“Deal!” Monkey smiled, “What do you want to build, Roo?” Monkey asked as they sat down on the floor.

“Umm, I wanna build a castle!” Rory exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Monkey grinned, rummaging through the box of Lego bricks. “A castle?! That’s the best plan ever!”

Beth and Viv exchanged a glance, smiling at how quickly Rory had taken to Monkey. Beth knelt down beside them. “Me and Mamma need to train, we’ll just be over there okay?”

Rory nodded. “Okay, Mummy! We’re gonna make the best castle ever, right Monkey?”

“Absolutely, kid!” Monkey agreed, handing Rory a handful of colourful bricks. “So who have you met so far?”

"Um, Steph and Jen. They both have funny accents," Rory giggled, concentrating as she arranged the bricks into a small tower. "Also, Lotte and Katie… But Katie yelled loudly and it scared me!"

"She did?" Monkey replied with a sympathetic smile. "That’s just how Katie is, but I’m sorry she scared you, Roo. You met Leah as well, right?"

Rory nodded, smiling as she concentrated on building Lego, "Uh-huh! She’s nice and she helped me get chocolate cake! I like her!"

"Aw, whoa. Chocolate cake? I want some too!” Monkey gasped, “Maybe you’ll have to show me where you found it,"

"Yeah!" Rory exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

"Want to know a secret?" Monkey whispered, leaning in. "Leah is who I live with. She is nice, but she can also be pretty bossy sometimes."

"You do? Whoa, so cool!" Rory's eyes widened in amazement.

"Yeah, her and my favourite little buddy," Monkey continued with a little laugh.

"Who’s dat?" Rory asked, handing a brick to Monkey.

"Buddy? That’s Leah’s daughter, and Jordan’s too. I don’t know if you have met her yet, but she’s cool.” Monkey smiled, “Buddy is actually a few years younger than you, but I bet when you two meet, you’ll be best friends!"

"Is she funny like you?" Rory asked, her excitement growing.

Monkey nodded, "She’s a little sweetheart, really. I can’t wait for you to meet her!"

"I want to meet her too!" Rory said, grinning widely as she bounced on her knees.

“I’m sure your Mamma and Mummy can sort something out!” Monkey suggested, “Buddy comes here sometimes so you’ll probably get to meet her!”

It wasn’t long before the castle stood tall and impressive, complete with towers. Rory looked at it with wide eyes, clearly proud of their creation.

“Look, Mummy! Look, Mamma!” Rory called out, waving them over. “We did it! We built a castle!”

Beth and Viv walked over, “Wow, that’s amazing, Roo! You and Monkey did a fantastic job,” Viv smiled.

Monkey nodded, pretending to wipe sweat from her brow. “Phew, that was hard work, but totally worth it.”

“Can we take a picture?” Rory asked, looking up at Beth with hopeful eyes.

“Of course we can,” Beth replied, pulling out her phone. “Gather around the castle!”

Monkey proudly held up the Lego castle proudly while Rory stood beside her, smiling. Beth snapped a few photos, capturing the moment.

As the day went on, Rory continued to explore the training centre, meeting more of the team and even joining in with passing the ball. By the time they were ready to leave, she was buzzing with excitement and full of stories to tell.

“Did you have fun today, Roo?” Viv asked as they buckled her into her car seat for the drive home.

Rory nodded. “Yes! I made lots of new friends, and we built a castle, and I met Win, and… and it was the best day ever!”

Beth smiled, leaning over to kiss Rory’s forehead. “I’m so glad you had fun, Roo!”

As they drove home, Rory’s chatter eventually quieted, her eyes growing heavy with sleep. By the time they pulled into their driveway, she was fast asleep, clutching Twix tightly in her arms.

Viv gently lifted her out of the car, carrying her inside and laying her down in her bed for a nap. Beth tucked her in, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Have a good nap, Roo,” Beth whispered, smiling softly. “We love you so much.”

Rory stirred slightly, a sleepy smile on her face. “Love you too, Mummy… Mamma…” she murmured before drifting back into a peaceful sleep.

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hello hello hello my love! i definitely dwelled on this for far too long so it’s time to request it before i change something else.

oscar has stated casually that he has a twin. nicole has mentioned that they are nothing alike. it’s revealed that not only is oscar’s twin a girl, but a extroverted, expressive, social and newly successful broadway actress!

think glinda upland, very pink, very peppy, has no off button.

as if the world needed more to obsess over than how different the oldest piastris are from one another, they start to obsess over how different she is from another f1 driver who can’t seem to make it less obvious he’s into her. a driver who absolutely would not be into glitz and glamour of broadway. one who notoriously hates anything that isn’t racing, winning, and partying (in that order).

max verstappen x broadway actress! piastri!reader

god i hope that made sense, it’s 10pm, it’s hot asf and i’m dehydrated so just do your best, i believe in you, love you🫶🏾🫶🏾

wickedly charming — mv1

smau + blurbs

max verstappen x !broadway actress piastri reader

oscar piastri x !twin sister reader

everyone knew oscar piastri was calm, collected, and laser focused on racing. what nobody put together—until now—is that he has a twin. and she’s absolutely nothing like him. yn piastri is broadway’s newest “it girl.” all glitter, giggles, and pink heels, she’s just been cast as glinda in wicked, and the world can’t get enough of how wildly different the piastri twins are. while oscar is quiet and dry witted, yn sparkles with an energy that could light up times square.

the f1 paddock is in chaos over the reveal, but not as much as one max verstappen, who—despite hating musicals, broadway, and anything unrelated to racing—suddenly can’t stop showing up where she is. opposites attract? maybe. or maybe max verstappen is just helplessly obsessed with the one person who makes absolutely no sense in his world.

fc : ariana grande, allie trimm and mckenzie kurtz

(a/n) : WHDJSJSJJDJ im screaming. this was such a good idea. i had way too much fucking fun. i absolutely adore you. and i love the piastri fam dearly. side note— my second day in a row posting max content. who am i? BUT I LOVE YOU BABY. hope you enjoy.

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f1 : hey it’s admin and im totally not chill about this and i will be doing tons of detective work to find this twin. thx oscar. (pls don’t get me fired for this)

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mclaren : typical oscar behavior. when do WE get to meet her?

charles_leclerc : i for one, HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.

↳ lando : the most important being…is she single?

olliebearman : I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING. what’s her star sign. what’s her favorite sandwich. what’s her opinion on Crocs. please admin you have to find her

↳ username00 : ollie pls😭

username15 : wait WHAT IF SHE’S FAMOUS TOO. what if i’ve seen her in something. what if i’ve been obsessed with piastri’s twin this whole time and DIDN’T KNOW??

lando : @/nicolepiastri pls confirm

↳ nicolepiastri : i went through 15 hours of grueling labor and two babies came out…can confirm

↳ olliebearman : does she like crocs????

↳ nicolepiastri : unless they are pink…no

username7 : Admin I will Venmo you to find her. We need to know IMMEDIATELY.

gabrielbortoleto_ : oscar lore drop was not on my bingo card for this season

carlossainz55 : Oscar you HAVE A TWIN and didn’t tell any of us????

↳ oscarpiastri : sorry?

lando : i stg if she is even an ounce cooler than you im switching sides

↳ nicolepiastri : she is

↳ oscarpiastri : this feels personal

maxverstappen1 : Just curious. What is her full legal name?

↳ lando : i know her last name 🤓👆🏻

↳ maxverstappen1 : no fucking shit sherlock.

username77 : how is everyone just finding this out??? when nicole did that podcast ages ago she mentioned oscar has a twin and she’s absolutely NOTHING like him.

↳ username55 : WHERE IS IT

↳ username77 : @/f1gossipgirls recently posted another clip of it

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f1gossipgirls : Clips from a Podcast with Nicole Piastri a while back where she speaks about Oscar’s mysterious twin.

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username000 : You’re telling me there’s a pink wearing, spotlight loving, sparkle dripping Piastri twin out there just waiting to be revealed??? This is my multiverse of madness.

username00 : no offense but i would ditch oscar in a heartbeat if she turned up in rhinestones and heels

username0 : if she’s even a little unhinged i will be dedicating my life to her

username1 : NICOLE PLEASEEEEEE I’ve suffered enough

lando : any new developments guys???

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↳ oscarpiastri : oh i see you are still taking this very well

↳ lando : maybe if my teammate IVE KNOWN FOR YEARS wasn’t so sneaky I would not be spiraling and asking fangirls for help

↳ oscarpiastri : it really must suck to be you

↳ lando : @/nicolepiastri your son is being mean to me

↳ nicolepiastri : he is just like that sometimes sorry

username5 : i know that Nicole is LOVING watching the internet crumble at this

↳ nicolepiastri : it is very entertaining to me

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Lando was pacing the McLaren motorhome like a man possessed. His phone was abandoned on the table, open to the gossip page post of Nicole Piastri casually dropping the twin bombshell, while Oscar sat calmly across from him, picking at a granola bar like it was just another day.

“Okay,” Lando said, hands on his hips, like he was bracing himself for a tsunami. “So I’ve known you for years. Years, Oscar. I’ve been to your house. I’ve met your mum. I’ve met your sisters. All three of them. And now you’re telling me there’s a fourth?!”

Oscar didn’t look up. “I never said you met all of them.”

“What does that even mean?” Lando practically shouted. “You have a twin, mate! That’s not a side note! That’s not a fun fact at the end of a race debrief!”

Oscar shrugged. “You didn’t ask.”

Lando stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “So you just… forgot to mention the girl who literally shared a womb with you?”

“She’s kind of busy,” Oscar said, finally glancing up. “It’s not like she’s hanging around the paddock waiting to be noticed.”

“Busy doing what?! Solving world hunger? Living on the moon?!”

Before Oscar could answer—or dodge the question, which he was alarmingly good at—the door swung open.

“Hey.” Max Verstappen stepped in, casual as ever, but with that unmistakable look in his eye. The one he wore when he smelled blood in the water. “I heard Lando’s yelling from outside and wanted to see what all of it was about?”

Oscar groaned. Lando immediately pointed at him.

“Did you know?” Lando demanded. “Did you know Oscar has a twin?!”

Max blinked, lips twitching ever so slightly. “No. But now I’m interested.”

Oscar leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling like it might swallow him. “Why do I feel like this is going to ruin my life?”

Lando’s arms flailed. “Because it is! There is a twin! A secret twin! And his mum literally said—and I quote—‘bubbly little princess.’ That’s not a personality, Oscar, that’s a threat! She probably wears pink! And glitter! And sings!”

“She does,” Oscar said, far too casually.

Max raised a brow, voice quiet. “She sings?”

Oscar sat up straight, slapping his granola wrapper down. “Okay. Enough.”

Lando froze.

Oscar pointed at Max. “You clearly want to meet her.”

Max didn’t deny it. He just tilted his head, waiting.

Oscar sighed. “Fine. Get your jet ready. We’re going to New York.”

Lando’s jaw dropped. “New York?! Why New York?! What’s in New—wait.” His voice cracked. “No. No no no. You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking.”

Oscar didn’t blink.

Lando spun around in a full circle, his mind short-circuiting. “Is she on Broadway?! Like actual Broadway?!”

Max, still infuriatingly silent, simply grabbed his phone and walked out of the room like a man with a purpose.

Lando turned back to Oscar, eyes wide, heart clearly in full meltdown. “I am not emotionally equipped for this.”

Oscar just smiled faintly and said, “No one is.”

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gigglesandglitz : ✨it’s good to see me, isn’t it?✨ beyond thrilled (and still a little in shock) to share that i’ll be stepping into the bubble as glinda in wicked on broadway 💖 dreams do come true—see you in oz 💫🌟🎭

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username000 : your tone, your energy, your smile—this is about to be ICONIC. see you in the front row 😭💖🫧

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↳ gigglesandglitz : thank you sweetheart!! cannot wait to see you 💞🎀

username00 : you floated into our hearts long before you floated in that bubble. congratulations angel 💕✨🧹

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username0 : I’ve followed your journey since the community theatre days and now…Broadway Glinda?! This is surreal. You deserve it all 💫💫💫

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username1 : a lot of piastri’s in the likes 👀

↳ username7 : i will literally scream, cry and jump for joy if this is Oscar’s twin.

yourbff : I SAID SHE WAS DESTINED FOR THIS!!! Our pink princess is headed to Oz!!! 🌟💖

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↳ gigglesandglitz : i love you so much 🤧🤧💓💓

hattiepiastri : STOP IT 😭 i’m already crying and i haven’t even seen you float down in the bubble yet

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↳ gigglesandglitz : love you to the moon and back my hattie!! 💐💕 i cannot wait to see you

↳ username5 : erm???? r we seeing this???

lilyzneimer : my girl!!!!!! there is no one in the world more perfect for this role💖 you are going to kill it. I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!

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↳ gigglesandglitz : MY LILY. MY BABY. love you forever and ever 🩷💕

username17 : oh this is definitely the twin and im eating up every bit of it

nicolepiastri : We always knew you were born for this. You were singing before you could talk 💕💫

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↳ gigglesandglitz : could have never done this without you💓💞💞 love u always

↳ username22 : mhm mhm *me examining the evidence*

oscarpiastri : The most Glinda to ever Glinda. So proud of you (but still not wearing pink, sorry)

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↳ gigglesandglitz : aw but my ozzie, you would look so pretty! but i love you— pink or no pink🥹💞💓

↳ username22 : this sealed the deal for me. case is dismissed

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Oscar already regretted everything. The moment he stepped onto Max’s private jet and saw Lando Norris sprawled across the cream leather seats with a smoothie in hand and a million questions already queued, he knew it was going to be a long flight.

“You still haven’t told me what show she’s in,” Lando said, for the fifth time in ten minutes.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Oscar muttered, settling into the seat opposite him, desperately wishing for noise-canceling headphones. Or earplugs. Or a tranquilizer dart.

Lando leaned in dramatically. “Is it Hamilton? Wicked? Oh my god, wait. Is she in Les Mis? Is she Fantine? Does she die??”

“She doesn’t die,” Max muttered from the back, where he was sipping coffee and pretending not to care—while very clearly listening to every word.

Nicole Piastri stepped on board next, glamorous as ever, sunglasses on, effortlessly composed as if she hadn’t just been dragged into the most random F1-Broadway crossover of the decade. She beamed at Max.

“Max, darling. Thanks for flying us.”

Max nodded. “Of course.”

Oscar something muttered under his breath. Nicole gracefully ignored her son and dropped into a seat next to Hattie, who was FaceTiming one of the other sisters to keep them updated. Chris Piastri followed after, wearing a jacket that screamed “tourist dad in New York” and holding a Tupperware of homemade sandwiches.

“Thought we might get hungry,” he said cheerfully, offering one to Max.

Max blinked. “Thanks.”

“Do you think she’s playing a princess?” Lando continued. “I bet she is. She sounds like a princess. Nicole literally called her a ‘bubbly little princess.’ You can’t just say things like that and expect us to not obsess.”

Oscar leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. “I can’t believe I did this.”

“You did this,” Max agreed.

“And you,” Oscar said, pointing accusingly at Max without even opening his eyes. “Are acting like you don’t care when I know you’re just as obsessed.”

“I’m not obsessed,” Max said.

“He offered the jet,” Lando whispered to Nicole, who giggled behind her mimosa.

“Did she always sing as a kid?” Lando asked, now leaning over the aisle toward Nicole.

“Always,” Nicole said proudly. “She was the one performing in the living room, while Oscar built LEGO cars in the corner pretending not to watch.”

“I wasn’t pretending,” Oscar mumbled. “I wasn’t watching.”

Chris chuckled. “He was. He knows all the words to Defying Gravity.”

Max glanced over, brow raised. “Wait. That’s from Wicked, right?”

Silence. Lando dropped his smoothie. “IS SHE GLINDA??”

Oscar rubbed his face with both hands. “I didn’t say anything.”

“YOU DIDN’T NEED TO,” Lando shouted, now fully losing it. “THIS IS WHY YOU’VE BEEN SO CAGEY. SHE’S GLINDA THE GOOD WITCH. OH MY GOD. I’M GOING TO FAINT.”

“I think I’m going to throw up,” Max muttered under his breath.

Chris blinked. “You alright, mate?”

“I’m fine,” Max said through gritted teeth, staring out the window like it personally offended him.

Nicole sipped her mimosa delicately. “He’s just overwhelmed. It happens. She does have that effect on people.”

“You’ve all seen her perform?” Lando asked, looking between the family members like they were the last witnesses to a secret society.

“Opening night is tonight,” Hattie said, eyes shining. “She’s been working toward this her entire life.”

Lando clutched his chest like he’d been stabbed. “And we’re going to see her?! LIVE?! In the bubble?!”

Oscar opened one eye and stared at him. “If you embarrass me—”

“I’m going to cry so hard,” Lando whispered dramatically.

Max still hadn’t moved. He hadn’t said much, either. But he was leaning just slightly forward now, legs bouncing, coffee long abandoned.

Oscar sighed. “You’re all hopeless.”

Nicole smiled at her son and patted his arm gently. “And yet, you’re still the one who told Max to book the jet.”

Chris grinned. “Face it, mate. You love her.”

Oscar stared ahead.

“I tolerate her.”

Hattie snorted.

“Sure,” she said. “And Max just came for the sandwiches.”

From the back, Max muttered, “They are really good.”

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f1gossipgirls : Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris AND Max Verstappen were all spotted in New York City. The three were seen alongside the rest of Oscar’s family and his long term girlfriend, Lily, as they were attending the opening night of Wicked on Broadway. There have been rumors swirling for weeks that Oscars twin is the new Glinda, is this all the confirmation we need???

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The theatre hums with nerves and glitter. You’re halfway through vocal warmups, perched in fuzzy pink slippers and your satin “Glinda” robe, lips stained with gloss and eyes already sparkling with half-done stage makeup. You’ve got curlers in your hair and butterflies in your stomach. It’s opening night in your new role, and nothing could possibly make this moment more surreal.

Until, of course, you turn around and see your entire family standing in the hallway behind you. You blink. Then blink again.

“Mum?” you say, squinting through the haze of hairspray. “Dad? Hattie?!”

Your mother grins and holds up a Starbucks and a tiny bottle of champagne like a trophy. “We made it, sweetheart.”

“WHAT?!”

You break into a squeal, racing across the narrow hallway with slippered feet and throwing your arms around them, your heart pounding faster than it had when you stepped into the bubble during tech rehearsal.

“You said you had work! Oscar said he had media—”

“I lied,” Oscar says dryly, arms open as you throw yourself into them. “You’re welcome.”

“You liar!” you shout, laughing, pulling back to smack his shoulder. “You hate surprises!”

“I hate being on Max’s jet more.”

You blink. “Max’s jet?”

“Hi.”

You turn—and your world tilts. Max Verstappen is standing there. In your theatre. Backstage. Wearing a nicer suit jacket, arms crossed awkwardly, somehow managing to look both completely out of place and like he belonged in the center of this chaos.

Behind him, Lando Norris is practically vibrating, and next to him is a serene, smiling Lily, holding Oscar’s hand and sipping a green juice like this is the most normal thing in the world.

“Oh,” you breathe. “Oh, wow.”

“Hi,” Max says again, voice softer now.

Before you can say anything else, Lando launches at you.

“You’re YN!” he yells, hugging you like he’s known you forever. “You’re Glinda!! You’re the twin!! I can’t believe you’re REAL.”

You laugh into his shoulder. “You must be Lando. You sent me 46 TikToks about glittery F1 cars this week…after you managed to find me on social media.”

Oscar groans behind you. “You gave him your number?!”

“She’s delightful,” Lily chimes in, stepping forward to kiss your cheek. “And our very own Glinda?! I had wicked posters on my walls growing up.”

You’re still reeling. Still processing. Max still hasn’t moved.

You turn to him slowly, head tilted, curiosity bubbling in your chest. “You okay, Red Bull?”

He nods once. “You look… pink.”

“That’s usually the goal,” you say, grinning.

He exhales through his nose—almost a laugh. You watch his eyes scan the glitter on your eyelids, the rhinestones on your cheeks, the blush pink satin tied around your waist like a second skin.

“You’re not a fan of musicals, are you?”

“No.”

“Sparkles?”

“No.”

“Stage makeup?”

“No.”

You lean in a little, voice dropping just enough to make him blink. “And yet… you’re here.”

His gaze doesn’t waver.

“I’m here.”

And for the first time tonight, it’s not the spotlight or the stage that makes your heart race—it’s him.

From behind you, Lando’s voice cuts through. “OH MY GOD, are you two flirting?! Is this a slow burn?! Someone warn the internet!!”

Oscar groans again. Max just smiles. And you? You float back into your dressing room like you were born on air—because for the first time tonight, the magic didn’t come from the stage. It came from them. From all of them showing up. From Max Verstappen, standing in your glittering world of pink and theatre and sparkle… and not running away.

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The curtain falls. The orchestra swells, the crowd erupts, and you’re standing center stage with a wand in your hand, heart in your throat, and glitter in your hair.

You did it. Opening night had been conquered.

You bow so deeply your tiara nearly falls off, and when you lift your eyes, your family is on their feet in the front row. Your mum’s wiping tears. Hattie’s holding her phone sideways, probably recording everything. Your dad is cheering like he’s at the Grand Prix.

And right in the middle of them—between Lily and Lando—is Max Verstappen. Standing. Clapping. Watching only you.

You’re still in costume when you burst into the dressing room afterward, laughter bubbling in your throat as you collapse into your chair. Your castmates are hugging you, handing you flowers, someone pops open champagne, and you feel like you’re floating again.

But nothing prepares you for the pounding on your dressing room door.

“HELLO?! IT’S ME, YOUR BIGGEST FAN,” comes Lando’s voice. “OPEN UP BEFORE I START CRYING IN THE HALLWAY.”

You unlock the door and are immediately tackled by Lando Norris—who is, indeed, already crying.

“YOU WERE AMAZING,” he sobs, crushing you in a hug. “YOU SPARKLED. YOU BELTED. YOU DID THAT BUBBLE THING. I AM OBSESSED WITH YOU.”

You’re laughing and crying and trying to hold your wand in one hand and a bouquet in the other when Lily gently peels Lando off of you and hugs you properly.

“You were stunning, darling,” she says, brushing a rhinestone off your cheek. “I think I actually stopped breathing during ‘Popular.’”

“Join the club,” Oscar mutters from behind her. He’s standing awkwardly in the corner, hands shoved in his pockets.

You grin. “You okay there, Oz?”

“I’m fine,” he says flatly. “It was… well executed.”

“You cried.”

“I didn’t.”

“He did,” Nicole adds as she enters, dabbing at her eyes. “Second verse of ‘For Good.’ I caught him.”

Oscar glares at her. “Betrayal.”

“I loved it,” Chris announces, squeezing your shoulders. “Couldn’t understand a word in the second act but it looked fantastic.”

And then—Then you see him.

Max is lingering in the doorway. Quiet. Still in all black, still looking like he stepped onto the wrong movie set. But he’s holding flowers.

You raise an eyebrow. “You bring those for me, or did someone mistake you for Elphaba?”

His lips twitch. “They’re for you.”

You walk toward him slowly, pink skirt rustling, glitter still clinging to your skin.

“You stayed.”

“I said I would.”

“I figured you’d sneak out at intermission.”

“I almost did,” he admits. “But then you floated down in that bubble and started singing about being popular and… I don’t know.”

You blink. “You don’t know?”

He clears his throat. “It was funny. You were funny.”

You tilt your head. “You laughed?”

“A little.”

You pause, then grin. “You loved it.”

“I tolerated it,” he deadpans. “With great effort.”

“You loved me in it.”

Max doesn’t respond. He just looks at you, really looks at you, like he’s still trying to process how someone like you—bright, glittering, unapologetically pink—exists in the same world as him.

“I loved you in it,” he says finally.

And your heart does something dangerous.

Oscar loudly clears his throat. “I hate this.”

“You’re welcome,” Nicole says.

Lando fans himself dramatically. “I KNEW this was a slow burn! The way he clapped like his life depended on it? Romantic.”

“Can someone remove him?” Oscar grumbles.

But you’re not listening. You’re still staring up at Max, holding your flowers, your heart racing. Because maybe this was a little ridiculous. Maybe you’re pink and glitter and bubblegum and musical theatre.

And he’s Max Verstappen—champagne, circuits, podiums, fire. But right now? In this moment? He’s yours. And he stayed.

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After photos and flowers and what felt like ten thousand hugs, your cast slips away to their dressing rooms, leaving you alone with your chaotic entourage. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, your feet hurt from heels, and your heart is still thudding like it never came down from the final note. Max hasn’t left your side. Which is wild. And a little suspicious. And also making Oscar increasingly twitchy.

“You don’t have to stay for stage door,” you say, glancing at Max as you peel off your false lashes. “It’s going to be a madhouse.”

He leans against the dressing table, arms crossed, eyes soft. “Do you want me to leave?”

You pause mid wipe with a makeup remover pad. “…No.”

“Then I’m staying.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away. “You’re going to get glitter on your jacket.”

Max looks down at himself like he’s already accepted the consequences. “I’ll live.”

You glance up to see Oscar watching the two of you like a man who regrets every life choice that brought him to this moment. Including birth.

“Are we seriously letting this happen?” he mutters to Lando.

“I mean,” Lando shrugs, “he flew your entire family to New York. You let him sit front row. This ship has sailed, my guy.”

Oscar sighs into his hands. “She’s my twin.”

Lily gently pats his arm. “And Max is… surprisingly soft. Let it happen.”

“He’s Max Verstappen,” Oscar hisses. “He barely has feelings.”

“Tell that to the way he looked at her during ‘Popular,’” Lily says with a smug little grin. “He literally leaned forward like she was the main event at a Grand Prix.”

You’re still blotting glitter off your collarbone when a stagehand pokes her head in. “YN? They’re ready for you at stage door.”

You nod, heart thumping. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

You slip into your coat—still in stage makeup and pink heels, because, well, theatre—and follow the low hum of noise growing louder as you approach the back exit.

Outside, it’s electric. Fans are lined up against barricades, Playbills and pens in hand, camera flashes ready. You hear your name shouted in waves, a few scattered gasps as people recognize your face.

Lando, naturally, steps out first.

“HELLOOOOOOO NEW YORK!” he yells, signing a Playbill that isn’t even his. “YN WAS ICONIC! GIVE HER A TONY NOW!”

You shriek with laughter as security gently moves him back.

“Lando!” you hiss. “You’re not in the show!”

“I AM IN THE MOMENT!”

Oscar groans so loudly a few fans look over and gasp.

“Oh my god, is that—?!”

“OSCAR PIASTRI?!”

And then—chaos.

Phones are up. Fans are screaming. Someone literally yells, “THAT’S HER BROTHER??” followed by, “WAIT—IS MAX VERSTAPPEN WITH HER?!”

You don’t even have time to react before Max—very calmly—steps behind you, one hand resting lightly on your back, the other tucked into his coat. Silent. Protective. Firm.

And just like that, the crowd explodes again.

Max doesn’t flinch. But you swear you feel him shift just a little closer. Like he’s shielding you from the madness. Like this glittering, pink, musical chaos you live in doesn’t scare him off at all.

You sign Playbills. Take photos. Someone calls you “Broadway Barbie” and you nearly cry. You feel hands squeezing yours, hear compliments that leave you breathless.

And all the while, Max stays just behind you. Steady. Quiet. Watching.

You turn to him at one point, cheeks flushed, overwhelmed.

“You’re still here.”

He nods. “I said I’d stay.”

You smile. “You’re gonna end up in a DeuxMoi submission.”

He smirks. “I’ll live.”

Oscar appears between you like a panicked chaperone. “Okay. Time to go. We’ve flirted. We’ve sparkled. Let’s exit before this becomes a trending topic.”

“Too late,” Lando says, holding up his phone. “You’re literally on the F1 subreddit right now. Titled ‘Oscar Piastri’s twin is Glinda on Broadway and Verstappen’s in love—Discuss.’”

Oscar’s eye twitches.

You laugh so hard you nearly drop your wand.

As the crowd begins to thin and the magic starts to settle, Max leans close to your ear.

“You were really good.”

You tilt your head back to look at him, your nose almost brushing his.

“You’re really bad at hiding feelings.”

He breathes out a quiet laugh.

“I’m not trying to hide anything.”

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It’s their last night in New York. You know it the second you wake up—curled up on your tiny dressing room couch in an oversized hoodie someone draped over you after the afterparty—and the weight of it settles in your chest like something bittersweet.

You haven’t seen Max all day. He disappeared after brunch with your family, claiming something vague about meetings and logistics. But when your phone buzzes around six, it’s his name on your screen.

come to dinner with me?

You don’t ask where.

You just say yes.

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You don’t expect the place he takes you to.

It’s not the usual Manhattan buzz. No white tablecloths, no chandeliers. Just a tiny, tucked-away restaurant in SoHo with dim lights, warm wood, a booth in the back where no one seems to care who you are—or who he is.

Max slides into the booth across from you, hair still a little damp from the rain, wearing a navy sweater you’re almost sure he stole from Lando. He looks tired. Comfortable. And for the first time, not even trying to be guarded.

“You okay?” you ask as you set your purse beside you, tugging off your coat. Your voice is soft. Stage-weary.

He nods, then pauses.

“I didn’t want to leave without seeing you.”

You blink, heart flipping in that way it always does around him now—quietly, suddenly, like your body knows something before your brain does.

“Why does that sound like a goodbye?” you ask gently.

He shrugs. “Because I hate goodbyes.”

You both sit there in the soft hum of the restaurant for a moment. There’s candlelight between you. You watch it flicker and try not to get lost in the fact that Max Verstappen just flew halfway across the world to watch you float down in a bubble and sing about popularity.

“I’m glad you came,” you whisper.

His gaze lifts to yours. It’s steady. Quietly intense.

“You were amazing. I meant it.”

You smile, pressing your cheek into your palm as you look at him across the table. “Didn’t think musicals were your thing.”

“They’re not,” he says. “But you are.”

Your breath catches. And there it is again—that quiet, heavy something that always seems to settle between you when the noise dies down. Something pink and unspoken and real.

The server brings wine. You clink glasses. You make him try half your plate because he “doesn’t trust anything that isn’t steak or pasta” and you force him to admit your grilled peach salad is “weird but good.”

He watches you like he’s memorizing. And when you lean forward, elbows on the table, chin in your hand, asking about Spa or Monza or how it really felt to win that last race—he opens up. Just a little. Just enough.

“You make it easy to talk,” he says eventually.

You grin. “Maybe I should start offering therapy sessions in full Glinda costume.”

“I’d pay for that,” he deadpans.

You snort.

And maybe that’s your favorite thing about him—that you can go from glitter to silence, from stage lights to city shadows, and he still feels the same. Still sees you.

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After dinner, he walks you back to your apartment even though his hotel is in the opposite direction.

The New York streets are wet and glowing. You’ve changed into boots and a hoodie and you’re walking beside him with your hands in your pockets and your heart doing cartwheels.

When you reach your door, you both stop.

He doesn’t say anything right away.

You lean against the railing and look up at him, heart fluttering.

“When’s the next race?” you ask.

“Two weeks.”

You nod. “You’ll be gone by morning?”

He hesitates.

“Yeah.”

You glance down at your shoes. “Okay.”

Max steps forward, closing the space. Gently. Carefully. His voice is low.

“I’m not good at this. You know that.”

You look up. “At what?”

He lifts one hand to your face, brushing a curl behind your ear.

“Saying I don’t want to leave.”

Your breath stutters.

“But you have to.”

He nods. “But I’ll come back. If you want me to.”

You wrap your fingers around the front of his sweater. “I want you to.”

He leans in slowly. No fireworks. No crowd. Just you and him and the sound of the city breathing around you.

And when his lips touch yours, it’s soft. Certain.

Like something you’ve been moving toward for a long, long time. When he finally pulls away, he smiles.

“You still taste like lip gloss and glitter.”

You laugh, breathless. “You still smell like champagne.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Don’t change,” he whispers.

“Only if you don’t.”

And just like that, Max Verstappen kisses Glinda goodbye on a quiet street in New York—pink, glitter, chaos and all. And you already know he’ll be back. Because he never really left.

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several weeks later...

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f1gossipgirls : Glinda goes grid?! Broadway’s newest it-girl and certified sparkle queen YN Piastri was spotted trackside today, casually strolling the paddock with her twin brother Oscar (who looked like he aged 10 years), Lando Norris (who was clearly THRIVING), and none other than Max Verstappen… who, by the way, has never smiled this much in public. Ever. Sources say she flew in during her Broadway break to support her “favorite driver” 👀 (Max’s reaction suggests it’s not Oscar… sorry king). We’re not saying anything, but the body language is body languaging.

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You weren’t supposed to be here. Technically, you were supposed to be resting. “Take the break,” your stage manager had told you, practically forcing you to shut off your phone and escape New York before you talked yourself into attending more rehearsals “for fun.”

But rest? Boring. So now, here you are, standing behind the pit wall at the paddock, disguised in a hoodie, sunglasses, and a hat that Oscar left at your apartment months ago and never asked for back. Which was rude of him, really, because it’s clearly yours now.

The paddock is buzzing. Engines screaming, radios chirping, sun glaring down on the garages like something cinematic. You’ve missed this chaos more than you expected to.

You peek toward McLaren’s side first, trying not to laugh at the way the crew is already muttering about Oscar’s increasingly obvious restlessness. He's pacing, glancing toward the media pen like someone should be showing up but isn’t.

im wearing this dumb hat just for you and you don't even notice me.

A second later, you see him stop mid-step, eyes narrowing at his phone.

Then he turns. And freezes.

You lower your sunglasses and give him a small wave.

Oscar’s face drops into full big brother disbelief. You watch the exact moment his internal monologue short-circuits. He storms toward you, practically tackling you in a hug, his helmet bumping against your shoulder.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says.

You grin into his fireproof suit. “Neither are you. You should be in Q3 right now.”

He pulls back, inspecting your face like he doesn’t quite believe it’s real.

“You flew out for this?”

You shrug, cheeky. “Broadway’s shut down for three days. Did you really think I was going to spend it sleeping?”

Oscar shakes his head like he’s debating launching you into the pit lane. But you can see it in his eyes—how much it means to him.

Before he can say anything else, a voice cuts through the chaos behind you.

“You’re both blocking the damn entrance.”

You turn—and there he is.

Max.

Still in his Red Bull kit, still sweaty from practice, still looking at you like the noise of the whole world just dropped out.

“You’re here,” he says, not even hiding the smile.

You grin. “I’m here.”

Max doesn’t waste a second. He strides over, wraps an arm around your waist, and lifts you just enough to make you squeal before kissing you in full view of every stunned mechanic in the garage.

“Hi,” you whisper when he finally sets you down.

“Hi,” he replies, forehead pressed to yours. “I missed you.”

Oscar groans audibly behind you. “I’m leaving. This is disgusting.”

“You’re welcome for the hat,” you call after him as he walks off.

Max just smiles at you, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“You came all this way?”

“I had to see my favorite driver,” you say, sweet as sugar.

He quirks a brow. “You mean me, right?”

You gasp. “I meant Lando.”

Max glares. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

He sighs, hands on your waist, pulling you back in. “No. I don’t.”

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You spend the rest of the afternoon ducking media pens, sneaking snacks from Red Bull’s hospitality, and sitting in the back of Oscar’s garage with Lily, who’s wearing a “Glinda’s #1 Groupie” shirt that she definitely made on Etsy.

Max keeps glancing over at you from the garage wall. He doesn’t say much.

But the way his gaze softens every time your laugh echoes over the team radio?

Yeah.

You were so worth the flight.

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You’re buzzing. Not stage-opening-night buzzing. This is different.

This is champagne-slick, sun-drenched, roaring-crowd kind of buzzing. Because somehow—somehow—Oscar finished P2 and Max finished P1, and now you're standing behind the podium barrier with Lily and your dad, watching both men you love absolutely beaming at the top of the world.

Oscar’s grin is real and wide and completely unfiltered for once. Max has that rare, unbothered smile—the one that’s soft and secret and not meant for media. And you know without even trying that part of it’s for you.

They haven't spotted you yet. You debated staying low, out of view, just another guest in the crowd.

But then your mum slipped a tiny glittery tiara into your hand and said, “Just go give your brother a heart attack.”

So now it’s perched in your hair, subtle but sparkling under the podium lights, and you’re bouncing on your heels, waiting for that perfect moment.

The national anthems finish. The champagne sprays.

Oscar gets Lando right in the face, Max laughs like a boy in a street fight, and for a second, they’re both kids again—wild, joyful, golden in the sunset.

Then Max looks down.

Sees you.

And stops smiling for half a second—like the world short-circuits—before that private little smirk comes back, deeper now. Directed just at you.

You lift your fingers in a wave, tiara glinting.

His eyes narrow playfully.

Oscar looks over to see what Max’s staring at… and nearly slips in champagne when he spots you.

“NO,” he mouths.

You blow him a kiss.

Max watches all of this unfold like it’s his favorite play.

When they come down from the podium, Oscar wraps you in a damp, fizzy hug first. He smells like podium and panic.

“Couldn’t stay away,” you tease.

“You wore the tiara on purpose,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “You're going to break the internet.”

You grin. “Again?”

He rolls his eyes, but kisses your temple.

And then Max is there—still clutching his bottle, still damp from celebration, his eyes locked on yours like the rest of the track doesn’t exist.

“Hi,” he says softly, voice rough from shouting.

“You did good,” you whisper, stepping close.

“You were watching.”

“Always.”

He looks at you, champagne-slick and flushed from adrenaline, and says nothing.

Just lifts a hand to your cheek and wipes away a speck of podium glitter you definitely didn’t earn.

Then- a kiss, quiet and real and quick. Not hidden. Not rushed.

Someone in the crowd gasps. Lando yells, “I KNEW IT!” from somewhere behind you.

Oscar audibly groans. “Absolutely not.”

But Max doesn’t care. And neither do you.

You’re his Broadway star. His good witch.

And this time, you came down in a bubble just for him.

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bonus scene! grid takes on nyc

Max texts you one sentence at 10:37 AM on a Thursday.

what’s the group rate for wicked

You blink at your phone. Then immediately call him.

"Max, what did you do?

“I told a few people I was flying back to New York,” he says calmly. “And then a few became everyone.”

“Everyone?”

There’s a long pause.

“…The grid.”

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You don’t believe it until the stage manager pulls you aside before curtain and whispers, “Hey, there’s like fifteen European men in the front rows arguing about tires. Should we be concerned?”

You laugh so hard your false lashes nearly fall off.

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From the stage, it’s impossible to miss them.

The front center row is filled with the most absurd collection of racing drivers ever assembled. Charles is wearing a button-down that’s a little too unbuttoned. Lando brought opera glasses. Yuki is eating something from his jacket pocket. Fernando Alonso is sipping wine.

Oscar looks like he’s praying for the floor to swallow him.

Max is in all black, sunglasses tucked into the collar of his shirt, and somehow still manages to look like the only person meant to be there. But even from up here, you can tell he’s nervous.

You wink at him mid-song. He almost falls off his seat.

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Backstage, after bows, you’re mobbed in your dressing room before you can even change.

“YOU WERE FLOATING!” Lando yells, practically vibrating. “YOU WERE IN A BUBBLE AND YOU SANG ABOUT SHOES—THIS IS HIGH ART.”

Charles grabs your hand dramatically. “I cried. Twice. Maybe three times. When you sang 'For Good'? I saw God.”

Isack is holding up his Playbill like it's a diploma. “This is going in a frame.”

Yuki squints at your wig on the counter. “Do you wear that the whole time?”

Oscar is sitting on your couch with his head in his hands. “You were amazing, but I will never recover from Carlos saying ‘bro she has pipes’ during act one.”

“Oh come on,” Carlos says from the doorway. “She does!”

“Who yelled ‘SLAY’ when I hit the high note?” you ask.

Everyone points at Ollie.

“Fair,” you laugh.

Pierre holds up his phone. “Can we take a photo? The lighting in here is tragic, but I need to flex.”

“Absolutely not,” Max cuts in smoothly, stepping beside you with a rare, proud smile. “She gets a proper photo. Outside. After party lighting only.”

“After party?” you blink.

He raises a brow. “I’m Max Verstappen. You think I’d bring the entire grid to Broadway and not plan a party after?”

You’re still in pink heels and half a tiara when Lando drags you out to the alley behind the theatre, where Max has arranged for a glowing rooftop bar, themed cocktails including a "Defy Gravity" drink that turns your tongue green, and a tiny cake with gold icing.

Oscar’s still somewhere in the corner muttering, “This is not happening,” while Carlos tries to flirt with your Elphaba understudy and Yuki steals glitter stars off the cake for no reason.

Max just stands beside you, arm around your waist, champagne in hand, looking utterly out of place in a room full of theatre kids and F1 chaos—but still completely, entirely yours.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” you murmur.

He glances at the crowd—Lando dancing to “Popular” on a barstool, Charles holding a drink that sparkles, Kimi Antonelli taking selfies with a Glinda wand someone gave him.

He smiles.

“I’ve survived Monaco. I’ll survive this.”

You tilt your head up. “Are you proud of me?”

He looks at you like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“I’m in awe of you.”

And then he kisses you again—under rooftop lights, with the whole grid cheering, the whole city twinkling, and just the faintest trace of glitter still on his jacket.

—

[thelostconsultant]

Lando Norris x reader

summary: You and Lando got married before the beginning of the season, but no one knows you’re together. You make a bet at the wedding, and Lando truly believes he can get through the season with everyone believing he’s single.

about the fc: The one in the red hoodie is just a random girl from pinterest, because I love that hoodie. Don't see too much into this, I'm not having that conversation again.

“What?” you ask, although it comes out more like a bark than a well formulated question.

Lando has been watching you with that stupid grin of his for long minutes now, and you can’t hide your annoyance any longer. You love him, you really do, but God, isn’t he annoying sometimes? As you wait for his response, he holds up a finger and opens a video on his phone for you.

It’s him at the last race weekend, standing on the stage with Oscar. Nothing new. But then he talks about being single, and after this part he quickly moves over to the comments. Everyone is either offering to date him or feels sorry for him, there is no in between. But you can’t feel sorry for him. 

“You’re still gonna lose,” you tell him with a laugh.

With a thoughtful hum, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you against his chest. “You read the comments. I’m the people’s princess, they feel so sorry for me. No one suspects a thing. I’m safe,” he says with a confident smile.

Over half a year ago, on the day of your secret wedding at a remote part of the world, the two of you made a bet. You said he wouldn’t be able to keep this secret, that there was no way he could last this season without people finding out he was not only in a relationship, but married too. He begged to differ, saying he was pretty good at keeping secrets.

Now, after all those months, you sometimes have your weak moments when you are sure you would lose, although this is something you are under no circumstances about to tell him. His ego is already big enough when it comes to the bet, the last thing you want is things getting worse in this sense.

If he wins, he will get the right to decide when and how to announce your marriage. And if it’s up to him, it will be a hard launch, like a wrecking ball crashing into a building to tear down the walls. He wants chaos, he wants everyone to know how much he loves you. It’s flattering, really, but can he not?

Because Lando wants a big, flashy event with all of his friends from on and off the grid, and he wants alcohol to flow like water while the music blasts loudly around you. It would only come to an abrupt stop the moment he grabs the mic and announces how much he loves his wife, only to cause the guests to murmur loudly as they try to figure out if he’s just drunk or dead serious.

If you win, it will mean people found out about you, so your prize would be something other than how you make this relationship public. But what could you ask for? So, in the end, you told him you would get to make a wish one day when you figured out what you wanted, and he couldn’t say no when you asked.

As of now, people don’t know about you at all. You are just a nameless McLaren employee to them who sometimes shows up on photos with the rest of the team. To make sure you can stay in the background, he even asks one or two girls during the time you are still in the dating phase to pose as his girlfriends for a while. It only comes with a few photos and posts, sometimes appearances in the paddock. Nothing serious, really.

While you can wear your wedding band all the time, Lando doesn’t have the freedom to do the same. Sure, he has it, safely locked away with the rest of your jewelry until the day your marriage becomes public. Now he only has a necklace with a pendant you chose, your initials engraved into it with small letters so it won’t be too obvious on photos.

“I’ve been thinking,” you suddenly say, moving your head a little so you can look him in the eye. When he lets out a questioning hum and flashes a smile at you, you reach out to play with his pendant. “Why don’t we raise the stakes in our little bet?”

Lando kisses your cheek, then he says, “You hate it that I’m winning.”

Rolling your eyes, you let out a sigh. “No, I just had an idea for a little experiment. What if you wore your wedding band on the next race weekend?” you ask with an innocent look on your face.

It's mean, you know that, because this will surely draw attention to him. Wearing his ring could only result in losing the game. But you have to do something, you want to win. Well, you just don’t want your dear husband to win, but that’s almost the same. 

“That would be too obvious,” he replies with a shake of his head.

“Buy a few more and say you’re copying Lewis,” you offer with a cheeky grin. 

He shakes his head with a laugh, then takes a deep breath. “And what do I get if they don’t notice?” 

You have thought a lot about this, because you know it has to be something big, something he really wants. And there is only one thing that came to your mind. “You get two kids,” you tell him casually. 

But Lando isn’t stupid, he knows this is the moment to negotiate. “Hmm… You know I want a big family. Three and I’ll do it.”

He will lose anyway, so why would you say no? “All right, three. But if I win, we’ll only have one,” you remind him.

He nods before leaning down to kiss you. “I’ll win, so you can start picking names,” he says with a confident grin.

You: Sorry, babe, you officially lost the bet. <link>

A few seconds later your phone rings, and you answer Lando’s call with a satisfied smile on your face. You just want to rub it in his face, you want him to know he lost the bet. To be honest, ever since you’ve seen this post, you’ve been thinking about what to ask for, and a soft launch of your relationship sounds quite nice. 

“I didn’t lose,” he says right away. 

“You saw the post, someone spotted the ring.”

To your surprise, Lando starts to laugh, a carefree sound that makes it clear he’s sure he’s winning this. “Do you want me to remind you that you’re not here with me right now? And that video of us was recorded during the summer break in Greece. The bet was about me wearing the ring this weekend. So no, sweetheart, you definitely did not win this one,” he explains, and you can imagine that smug smirk on his face. 

“Still, the original bet–”

He tuts to interrupt you. “No, no, you changed the rules with the ring. I won. No one noticed it this weekend.”

“Let’s call it a tie,” you try, although you know he has you in a corner now. 

“I want to talk about the prize,” he begins, waiting until he hears you hum to let him go on. “We agreed that if I win, we’ll have three kids, if you win, we’ll only have one. If it’s a tie, then fine, let’s settle with two.”

You remain silent for a while as you think about this. He’s right, it would be only fair to reach a compromise, and in this case it involves the number of your future children. If it’s a tie, then two is the logical conclusion, there is no reason to argue with him. So, you take a deep breath that you let out slowly until you gather your thoughts. “All right, fine. And what about us? I mean, our relationship. Do we keep it a secret, or…?”

“What do you want? If you’d rather not be in the spotlight, we can deny everything if there’ll be a bigger buzz about that tweet,” he says kindly, his patience with you painfully obvious. 

But you don’t want to hide, you want things to be out in the open now. “I’d say let’s do a soft launch with mysterious posts for a while. But if you have a different idea, I’m open to it,” you assure him. 

Lando lets out a thoughtful hum. “We have a short break now, soooooo… Okay, we do the soft launch, but you come to the next race with me, as yourself, not disguised as a McLaren team member, and we’ll wear our rings and everything.”

“That’s pretty much a hard launch.”

There’s a scoff on the other end of the line. “You get almost two weeks of soft launch, what more do you want? Come on, I need you by my side,” he begs you sweetly. 

You agree. There’s no way you can say no to him.

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landonorris: My wife, the queen of the house 😍🥰❤️

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yourusername: LANDO!

⤷ landonorris: Yes, love?

⤷ yourusername: You said you’ll give me two weeks. That’s it, you’re sleeping on the couch when you get home.

oscarpiastri: What did I miss? Last time we talked, you were chronically single.

⤷ landonorris: I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve been happily married for over half a year.

⤷ user1: WHAT?!

user2: Lando being married was not on my bingo card.

maxverstappen1: My wedding invitation must have been lost in the mail.

⤷ landonorris: Sorry, it was just the two of us.

user3: I’m so happy, you deserve all the love!!!

user4: We have a new WAG, woo-hoo! But please yourusername don’t make him sleep on the couch 😭

⤷ yourusername: I’ll reconsider that decision.

[cutieln4]

Pure Chaos Pt. 5 | F1 smau

f1 grid x driver!reader

summary: you already know

fc: lia block

a/n: holy shit 1,000 followers is insane thank you all so much for the support and feedback it means so much to me! 🥹

also i move into my dorm today ahh im so scared

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

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[hamilando]

ੈ✩ is it kesha? becky? (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : charles leclerc x reader

tw : fluff; chaos, mentions of cheating

fc : lily-rose depp

a/n : this was requested by @josephqunnies I hope you like it and thank you so much for supporting me ! lysm 🫶🏻 AND YES, ITS NOKIA IN THE TITLE

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roseyn yup, those flowers weren't for me

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user1 y'all, posting this between cheating rumors.....

user2 is this an unhinged post or ....

user3 WE NEED CLEAR EXPLANATIONS MA'AM

user4 she is smiling in the pic, so idk

user5 this is all so confusing

user6 why would she post charles if he was cheating

user7 charles is even liking her posts !!!!

user8 so is arthur and lorenzo

user9 so did he actually cheat or did he not ?

user10 lord, give us a sign

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roseyn thank you, NEXT

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user1 yup, he definitely cheated

user2 AT 4AM ???? THANK YOU NEXT ???

user3 charles messed up real bad

user4 i am here for the tea era

user5 my parents divorced :(

user6 this is so random but I feel this is a prank

user7 is it like April ?

user8 it's literally october 😭

user9 ig cheaters cheat

user10 hoopers hoop, drivers drive, cheaters cheat

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f1wagnews Amid cheating rumors, Charles Leclerc was seen attending Wimbledon with someone other than his girlfriend, Y/N Rose

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user1 so its true huh

user2 didn't realize i was supporting an cheater

user3 i thought it was a prank

user4 didn't expect that from charles

user5 why does the girl look too similar ?

user6 lowkey charles being into curly hair

user7 first a curly hair teammate and now curly hair gf

user8 i feel so bad for yn

user9 why is lorenzo's wife smiling at charles when he is clearly with his mistress !?!?!

user10 this is so messed up

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roseyn may i present the side chick

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user1 YN 😭 !!!!!

user2 oh lord, she really brewed a rumor over bromance

user3 she said i have had enough of bromance

user4 cant believe we fell for charles cheating rumors

user5 it was lewis all along !?

charlesleclerc merci for clearing my name

roseyn your fault for not buying me sushi 🫶🏻

user6 not yn fooling us all and having a laugh

user7 i cant imagine charles or lewis's face '

user8 the second pic 😭😭

user9 why is lewis peaking like that into the car

lewishamilton next time you're hungry, please contact me instead of giving my team a heart attack

roseyn 🩵🩵

user10 lewis is having a meltdown over the pictures realised

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f1wagnews the side chick was none other than his own teammate, Lewis Hamilton

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user1 lewis in his long hair era !?!?!?

user2 knew it that the person looked familiar

user3 that's one great laugh there

user4 imagine getting involved in cheating rumors with your own teammate

user5 ferrari admin going crazy

user6 ferrari legal team suing yn frfr

user7 just because yn was hungry at 4am

user8 welp, we all got mini heart attacks

user9 lewis needs to wear a dress now and go out with charles

user10 they said bromance over romance

let me know if you want to be added or removed to the tg!

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[lewisvinga]

yeah, my wife | oscar piastri x fem! reader

summary; oscar randomly revealed that he was married young and it sends the grid into chaos and confusion. what he reveals after made everything more chaotic

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3 @fall-bambi

note; tbh this was originally gonna be a written fic but i decided w smau lols

masterlist !

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oscarpiastri: 7 years of being with you, 4 years of being married. thank you for always being by my side and giving me one of the greatest gifts, our daughter. happy anniversary, i love you.

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yourusername: osc🥹🥹🥹

yourusername: oscar jr and i love you so much🧡🧡

landonorris: OSCAR JUNIOR?????

oscarpiastri: his name actually isn’t oscar dumbass

landonorris: whyd she say oscar jr🙄

yourusername: bc i happen to carry her for 9 months only for her to look exactly like the man who participated for 5 mins 😔

oscarpiastri: she’s my mini me😁

username: TJIS IS NOT A DRILLLL

username: omg he’s A GIRL DAD????😧😧😧

username: that’s so perf for him omg

logansargeant: happy anniversary to my favorite couple!❤️

oscarpiastri: 4 years ago we partied like miami frat boys wow😮

yourusername: thank you, logan<3333 i’m bringing sugar cookies tmrw btw!!!

logansargeant: SCORE!

alex_albon: share w the rest of us🙄

logansargeant: no

charles_leclerc: A CHILD HAVING A CHILD???😀😀😀

oscarpiastri: i’m 23 actually

charles_leclerc: A CHILD BASICALLY????

username: wait omg high school sweethearts this is so cute 🥹🥹🥹

maxverstappen1: damn with a child too??

oscarpiastri: well, yes!

lewishamilton: fatherhood suits you! congrats to you both❤️

oscarpiastri: thank you, lewis!

yourusername: akkdoakxkdkxoskxosdo lewis knows who i am alsnakdk

username: y/n is so me actually

pierregasly: yk what, hiding a wife and child is such a you thing.. congratulations though!

oscarpiastri: 😺😺

username: never beating the cat allegations i fear

username: LMAO DID NONE OF TJE DRIVERS KNOW???😭😭😭

landonorris: NO. 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

landonorris: HE’S SO FAKE

landonorris: #cancelloscarpiastri #oscarpiastriisoverparty

logansargeant: i knew 😋

landonorris: FUCK YOU AMERICANS!!!

oscarpiastri: someone’s grumpy…..😆

yourusername: maybe he needs a nap like baby piastri 🤔🤔

landonorris: actually i am quite tired

[arabella-syntax]

Let’s Play Pretend (One-shot)

Pairing (Alexia Putellas x Reader / BarcaFemeni x Reader)

Summary: When a FC Barcelona charity scavenger hunt pairs you with six of Barca Femeni’s players, you don’t expect the chaos. Or a bookstore moment. Or the way Alexia keeps catching your eye — and then not looking away.

Featuring: Caroline Graham Hansen, Irene Paredes, Jana Fernandez, Mapi Leon & Marta Torrejon.

Word count: > 15k

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Barcelona in spring was made for chaos.

Mild sun. Restless breeze. People on rollerblades. Dogs off leashes. Music from somewhere — always somewhere — bleeding into the hum of traffic and secondhand espresso breath.

You adjusted the hem of your volunteer-issued T-shirt — bright coral with FCB Fundació Scavenger Hunt 2025 printed across the chest — and tried not to sweat through your tote bag strap.

Your phone buzzed again.

Dani 🧍🏽‍♀️

don’t kill me

but I really can’t make it

flu + toddler = mutual destruction

pls don’t hate me

You stared at it. Blinked. Stared again.

Then sighed.

“Brutal,” you muttered under your breath, glancing up at the check-in booth. A volunteer with a clipboard smiled too brightly and gestured for the next person. You took a reluctant step forward.

It had seemed like a cute idea. A charity scavenger hunt hosted by FC Barcelona — proceeds to local schools, with mixed teams of fans, players, and community volunteers. Something wholesome. Team-building. Cultural immersion. You were new to Barcelona. You were a product manager with a flexible calendar. You were very much in your “say yes to things” expat era.

And now?

Now you were alone in a group-based citywide game show with no backup, no clue, and an aggressively cheerful shirt.

Perfect.

————

“Hi!” the clipboard girl beamed. “Team name?”

You paused. “Uh. I don’t really… have one. My teammate dropped out last minute.”

She blinked. Flipped through pages. “You registered as ‘Codependents in Catalonia.’”

You winced. “That sounds like Dani.”

“No worries! We’ll just pop you into a group that needs one more.” She scribbled something down, then looked up again. “Are you cool being grouped with, um, high-profile participants?”

You shrugged. “I guess?”

“Great! You’re Team FCB. Head to the blue tent over there and look for the clipboard with your team name on it. Good luck!”

You thanked her, already regretting every decision you’d made since agreeing to this.

————

The blue tent was more of a canopy, half-collapsed under the breeze, with a banner that read Team FCB in a marker-thick scrawl.

And there — huddled around a clue sheet — were six women in athletic gear, designer sunglasses, and various shades of amused detachment.

You recognized them instantly.

Alexia Putellas.

Irene Paredes.

Caroline Graham Hansen.

Marta Torrejón.

Mapi León.

Jana Fernández.

Every Barça Femeni highlight reel you’d ever seen came rushing back to you like a montage. And yet, here they were, standing in casual sweats and arguing about whether a particular street counted as “historically Gothic.”

“Oh no,” you whispered.

Alexia looked up.

Met your eyes.

Smiled — just faintly.

You froze.

Then walked forward like you weren’t having a small, contained identity crisis.

“Hi,” you said, too brightly. “Apparently I’ve been adopted into your team. Hope that’s alright.”

Jana was the first to speak. “Oh my god, we’re seven now! Lucky number.”

Mapi narrowed her eyes. “Wait. Are you… press?”

You blinked. “What? No. Product manager. Tech stuff.”

“Still sus,” she muttered.

“Ignore her,” Marta said with a smirk. “You speak Catalan?”

“Enough to order wine and fake confidence.”

Caroline laughed softly. “That’s all you need, really.”

Irene extended a hand. “I’m Irene. This is chaos, but you’re welcome to it.”

You shook her hand, heart thudding.

And then Alexia spoke.

“New to the city?” she asked, voice low, amused.

You nodded. “How’d you guess?”

“You’re wearing sunscreen.”

The team chuckled. You flushed.

Alexia held your gaze for just a beat longer than necessary. Then turned back to the clue sheet like it was nothing.

Like you hadn’t just melted slightly into your sneakers.

“Alright!” Jana clapped. “Clue one: Find the first mural by the artist who signs with a tiny eggplant emoji.”

Mapi groaned. “Not Eggplant Bansky. We’ll be here all day.”

Caroline snapped a photo of the clue and said, “Let’s move.”

As the group began walking, you found yourself next to Alexia.

She looked over, expression unreadable, and said, “You’re very brave.”

“For joining your team?”

“No.”

She smirked.

“For pretending you don’t know who we are.”

————

The map was upside down. Or maybe Barcelona was just showing off.

Irene swore they were supposed to take a left at Carrer de la Cera. Mapi insisted the mural had been painted over. Marta said nothing, but the look on her face screamed, We’re losing, aren’t we?

You, new and mildly sunburned, trailed a few paces behind the group, sipping from a reusable water bottle and watching the scene unfold like it was reality TV.

“This is absurd,” Caroline muttered beside you. “We’re professional athletes. How are we being outsmarted by a spray-painted emoji?”

“An emoji and a clue written by a teenager on Red Bull,” you corrected.

She snorted. “Touché.”

————

The hunt had barely been underway an hour, and you were already learning important things:

Mapi had the energy of a TikTok account no one over 30 should be allowed to follow.

Jana was way too good at making strangers pose for group selfies.

Caroline was the dry-witted sniper of the group, mostly quiet but lethal when she chose to speak.

Marta kept a running list of everyone’s most “inefficient decisions” on her Notes app.

Irene treated every detour like a Champions League match.

Alexia, despite doing very little to draw attention to herself, seemed to be quietly orbiting you.

She walked just close enough for your elbow to register her warmth. Asked you things no one else did — where you were from, how long you’d been in Barcelona, why you chose this city when you clearly weren’t Catalan.

You told her the truth.

You came here for a job. Stayed for the late dinners. The freedom. The way nobody knew who you were — and for once, that felt like peace.

Alexia nodded thoughtfully at that.

“I get it,” she’d said. “Sometimes it’s nice to feel like a blank page.”

You’d agreed. You didn’t tell her she made you feel more like a highlighted paragraph.

————

Eventually, you found the mural.

It was wedged between a bakery and a motorbike repair shop — a rough sketch of a moon with two legs and a tiny eggplant in the corner. Jana screamed. Mapi fist-pumped. Irene immediately scanned the next QR clue and began dictating it like it was a government memo.

You snapped the required team selfie. Caroline held the camera.

Alexia leaned in close, chin near your shoulder.

Click.

The photo came out blurry.

You all decided it was perfect.

————

Next stop was the Boqueria.

Clue #3: Find the vendor who makes the “Maradona of mango smoothies.” Bonus points if he remembers your name.

You were sent ahead with Alexia and Jana.

“Tag team,” Irene said, like you were off to steal national secrets.

Jana led the charge. Alexia walked beside you again, shoulders almost touching.

“She’s having fun,” you said, gesturing toward Jana up ahead.

“She always does,” Alexia replied. “But especially when she’s not the youngest in the group for once.”

You raised a brow. “Is that me?”

Alexia grinned. “You tell me.”

You paused. “I’m twenty-nine.”

She smirked. “Old enough to lie convincingly.”

“And you?”

“Old enough to know better,” she said smoothly.

You reached the smoothie stand.

The vendor recognized Alexia immediately and offered her a free drink.

She shook her head. “Only if you remember my name.”

He squinted dramatically. “Marta?”

She burst out laughing.

You nudged her with your elbow. “Brutal.”

She looked at you, eyes crinkling. “You remember my name, though.”

“Hard to forget.”

She blinked once. Held your gaze. Said nothing.

Then turned to order the drinks.

Your heart absolutely betrayed you.

————

Back at the group checkpoint, Mapi was yelling about losing rock-paper-scissors to a child and demanding a rematch.

Marta sighed. Caroline filmed it all.

You handed Irene the smoothie as proof. She nodded in approval. Jana offered you a conspiratorial thumbs-up.

Alexia didn’t say anything when she returned, but she handed you a second smoothie.

“You didn’t ask,” she said, “but I figured you’d want one.”

You blinked. “Why?”

She sipped her own. Shrugged.

“You don’t seem like someone who’d share easily.”

————

The next clue read like the beginning of a mystery novel:

Seek the oldest pages in the Born,

where stories live and time is worn.

Find the volume with no spine,

and trade a fact for your next sign.

“Library?” Jana guessed.

“Bookstore,” Irene corrected. “There’s an old one near Carrer dels Flassaders. Specializes in rare Catalan prints.”

“You just know that?” you asked.

“She’s like the human version of Google,” Mapi said flatly. “If Google had better abs.”

————

The shop didn’t even have a sign outside.

Just a dark wood door, propped slightly open, and the smell of paper so old it might’ve remembered Franco.

You offered to go with someone.

Alexia said, “I’ll come.”

No debate. No glances exchanged.

Just her voice. Sure and simple.

Inside, the shop was barely lit — thin skylight, amber desk lamp, dust hanging like punctuation in the air. Floor-to-ceiling shelves towered with mismatched books. Everything smelled like parchment and coffee-stained secrets.

“Wow,” you whispered.

Alexia didn’t say anything at first. Just looked around slowly, fingers trailing the edge of a shelf like she’d been here before — in another life, maybe.

You turned toward the clue.

“Find the volume with no spine,” you murmured.

“Over there,” she said, already walking.

Tucked into the poetry section, between a weathered Foix collection and an unlabeled red journal, was a stack of old papers bound with string — no spine. No cover. Just yellowed edges and a handwritten title.

You picked it up carefully.

Inside was a folded card.

Clue #5: Tell the bookseller your favorite line of poetry. If he approves, he’ll hand you your next location.

You glanced at Alexia. “You go first.”

She smiled. “Too predictable. You do it.”

“I’m not poetic.”

“That’s alright,” she said, tilting her head. “I like seeing what people reach for when no one’s watching.”

The bookseller listened patiently as you recited the only thing you could think of:

“You do not have to be good.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”

He stared.

Then nodded.

Handed you a gold-embossed envelope without a word.

Alexia murmured, “Mary Oliver?”

You blushed. “Yeah.”

“That’s your favorite?”

“No. It’s just the only one I remembered in the moment.”

She nodded once, like she didn’t believe you — and like she did at the same time.

When you turned back toward the door, it was shut.

You reached for the handle.

It didn’t budge.

Alexia tried next. Nothing.

You exchanged a look.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you whispered.

“Let me guess,” Alexia deadpanned. “You get locked in a lot of places with women you’re pretending not to be into?”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

She smiled faintly. “That wasn’t a denial.”

————

Ten minutes passed. You sat on the floor beside the travel section. She joined you, her shoulder just grazing yours.

Outside, muffled voices. Jana shouting something. Mapi laughing.

You pulled your knees in. “So. This is… surreal.”

“The bookstore, or the company?”

You smirked. “Both.”

A beat.

Then softer: “Why are you here?”

She tilted her head.

“I mean — this event. You’re not exactly low-profile.”

She exhaled. “Mapi made me sign up. Said I was being boring.”

“Were you?”

“Maybe.”

“Still are,” you said, nudging her.

She laughed under her breath. “And you? What’s a product manager doing in a city-wide obstacle course?”

“Honestly? I’m trying to unlearn spreadsheets.”

Alexia raised an eyebrow.

“I’m tired of being efficient,” you said. “I want to be surprised again.”

She was quiet.

Then: “And have you been?”

You looked at her. She was close. Closer than before. Not leaning in — not yet. But her eyes were on yours.

“Yes,” you said.

She didn’t move.

Neither did you.

Then a loud bang from outside, followed by a cheer. The door clicked open.

Mapi burst in. “We knew it! You two have zero urgency!”

Jana peeked in behind her. “Did you kiss?!”

Alexia stood up like nothing happened.

You followed, heart in your throat.

“No kissing,” Alexia said evenly, walking past them.

“But plenty of urgency,” she added with a wink — just for you.

————

By the time the team stumbled into a shaded garden tucked behind Sant Antoni Market, the city had shifted into its slow, golden hour.

A row of food trucks flanked the gravel courtyard — empanadas, grilled artichokes, fancy jamón sandwiches. The kind of place where you ordered with your hands, paid with a smile, and were handed a glass of wine before you finished your sentence.

You collapsed onto a wooden bench, breathless.

“I would die for a tortilla right now,” Mapi announced, flopping beside you dramatically.

“Maybe don’t say that in front of the nutritionist,” Marta said, scanning the menu board.

Caroline had wandered off with her GoPro again, presumably to document local pigeons.

Jana was trying to teach Irene how to order “like a Gen Z” (Irene looked physically pained).

Alexia appeared behind you quietly.

“Hungry?”

You looked up. “Starving.”

“Come on, then,” she said. “Let me buy your very first tortilla in Barcelona.”

You smiled. “This isn’t my first.”

“I know,” she replied. “But it’ll be your favorite.”

————

You stood beside her in line, awkwardly aware of how your elbow brushed hers every time she shifted. She ordered in perfect Catalan — smooth, crisp vowels, no hesitation.

The vendor handed her two plates. She nodded a thanks, then turned to you.

“I wasn’t joking,” she said. “This one’s good.”

You took a bite.

It was.

But not as distracting as the way Alexia sat across from you at the picnic table and watched you eat like she was committing the moment to memory.

“So,” Mapi said loudly, rejoining you. “Tell me something.”

You blinked. “Uh-oh.”

“Do you actually not know who she is?” she asked, jerking a thumb toward Alexia.

“Mapi—” Alexia warned.

“What? It’s a fair question!”

You sipped your wine carefully. “Of course I know who she is.”

Jana gasped. “So you lied?”

“I didn’t lie,” you said calmly. “I just didn’t announce it.”

“That’s suspicious behavior,” Irene chimed in, stealing half of Mapi’s tortilla.

“She’s clearly a spy,” Caroline added from across the table. “Sent by Real to destabilize us.”

Alexia smirked. “She’s not that subtle.”

You locked eyes with her.

Something flickered there — amusement, yes. But something else, too.

Recognition.

————

Later, when the group had fanned out across the courtyard, you sat back with your drink and watched the city hum around you.

Alexia slid into the seat beside you, close enough to feel the heat of her thigh against yours.

“You’re handling this well,” she murmured.

“This?”

“My friends. Their curiosity.”

You glanced at her. “Are they always like this?”

“Only when they’re trying to figure out who I like.”

Your heart stumbled.

“Oh,” you said quietly.

She didn’t correct herself.

Didn’t fill the silence.

Just looked at you like she was waiting for you to decide what to do with that sentence.

You didn’t. Not yet.

————

Mapi returned moments later and dropped something onto the table between you.

A folded napkin. On it:

“Clue #6 – La Ciutadella calls. The mime awaits.”

You stared at it.

Alexia groaned.

Mapi grinned. “Time to bribe a mime.”

————

Parc de la Ciutadella was awash in honey light and chaos.

Skaters dodged toddlers. Street musicians played in three different keys. Couples lounged on the grass in half-buttoned shirts and tangled limbs. The air smelled like gelato and grass and warm pavement.

And in the center of it all, a mime stood completely still.

White face paint. Black suspenders. Deadpan stare. And in his gloved hands:

An envelope marked Team FCB.

You stood next to Mapi, arms crossed.

“So,” you said, “what’s your plan?”

Mapi cracked her knuckles. “Negotiation.”

Jana, filming on her phone, whispered, “This is either going to be genius or a war crime.”

Mapi walked up to the mime. Bowed dramatically. Offered a chocolate bar.

He didn’t move.

She tried a coin. A wink. A floss dance.

Nothing.

Then she held up a hand mirror and fixed her hair in front of him, loudly announcing, “I’d also be silent if I had those eyebrows.”

The mime blinked. Smiled. Handed her the envelope.

She turned and held it in the air like a trophy.

“Diplomacy,” she said proudly.

“Blackmail,” Irene corrected.

————

The clue was a bit more cryptic this time:

Find the rooftop that once housed pigeons,

now strung with bulbs and secret missions.

There, a lockbox waits with two keys —

one to open, and one to see.

“Sounds like the old art school,” Caroline guessed.

“You sure?” Alexia asked.

Caroline held up her phone. “I did a docuseries here last year. That terrace has string lights and a rep for after-hours events.”

“Convenient,” you muttered.

Alexia grinned. “Scared of heights?”

“Scared of metaphors.”

————

The rooftop was three flights up and only slightly structurally questionable.

Wooden slats. Hanging bulbs. A few deck chairs. An old mural half-faded on one wall. A view of the city that felt too generous for how casually it was shared.

Jana found the lockbox under a crate of succulents. Irene opened it with the first key inside.

But the second?

Was just a disposable camera.

Mapi groaned. “Seriously?”

Alexia picked it up. “The note says: Take the photo you’ll regret not taking later.”

Everyone looked around awkwardly.

Jana posed dramatically against the skyline. Caroline took a fake paparazzi shot of Marta. Mapi pretended to propose to Irene (who did not play along).

You leaned back against the railing, watching them laugh. Warm light everywhere.

Then you felt her beside you.

Alexia.

She held the camera up. “Can I?”

You blinked. “Of me?”

“No,” she said softly. “Of this.”

You didn’t move. Just nodded.

She took the photo.

Then hesitated.

Lowered the camera.

And looked at you — really looked at you — like maybe this was the part of the clue that mattered more.

“I’ve had fun today,” she said.

“Same.”

“But you’re hard to read.”

You smiled faintly. “That’s because I’m trying not to say something stupid.”

She tilted her head. “Like what?”

You turned toward her. “Like how this might be the best I’ve felt since I moved here.”

Alexia’s gaze dropped to your mouth. Then back to your eyes.

“Not stupid,” she said quietly.

Then, just loud enough for you to hear:

“Take the photo you’ll regret not taking later.”

You blinked. “What?”

But she didn’t answer.

She just leaned in.

And this time — no clues.

No crowd.

Just the rooftop. The bulbs. The silence.

And her kiss.

———-

You didn’t talk about the kiss.

Not immediately.

Mapi burst through the rooftop exit moments later shouting, “LAST CLUE’S LIVE!” with all the subtlety of a stadium flare.

You and Alexia jumped apart — not guiltily, just instinctively — as if the city had returned too quickly and you weren’t ready to give it your attention.

Jana snatched the final clue from the envelope like a kid at Christmas.

Sunset waits at the arch of the park,

where iron meets sky and laughter lingers.

Bring your team. Bring your smiles.

Take one last photo — and make it count.

————

The walk to Arc de Triomf was warm and golden.

Caroline queued a playlist. Mapi tried to make everyone rank their “Top 3 Barça kit disasters.” Marta ignored her. Irene debated a child over who was faster. Jana skipped ahead, camera in hand, declaring every five steps, “This is giving cinematic climax!”

Alexia walked beside you quietly, your arms brushing.

She didn’t say anything about the kiss either.

But once — just once — she reached over and adjusted the edge of your sleeve where it had rolled, fingers slow and certain. Like she wasn’t asking permission. Like she already had it.

The arch was flooded with people.

Other scavenger teams. Tourists. Rollerbladers. Sunset photographers. The final check-in tent sat just beyond it — a small white booth framed by string lights and confetti cannons that had clearly gone off too early.

Your team lined up on the paved walkway for the last photo. A volunteer aimed the Polaroid camera.

Alexia stood next to you.

No stage directions. No cue.

She just reached for your hand.

You let her.

The camera clicked.

————

Afterward, while the others collected their goodie bags and shouted plans for post-hunt tapas, you slipped away from the crowd. Just a few paces — to the edge of the plaza, where the sky looked like orange rind and watercolor.

Alexia followed.

“Hola,” she said.

“Hola.”

You smiled. She did too.

Then, without ceremony, she pulled something from her pocket and handed it to you.

It was a folded clue card. One of the earlier ones — the bookstore one, now smudged and bent.

You turned it over.

On the back, in clean, looping script:

You were a surprisingly good teammate.

Want to try something harder?

Like a second date?

— A.

📱 +34 XXX XXX XXX

You laughed.

Then looked up.

Alexia was already watching you. Waiting.

You didn’t hesitate.

You pulled your phone from your bag, opened a new message, and typed:

Best clue of the day.

Then hit send.

Alexia’s phone buzzed in her pocket.

She didn’t need to check it.

She just smiled wider.

————

The afterparty wasn’t loud — not in the way parties usually were.

It was low tables and higher laughter, plastic cups filled with surprisingly decent wine, and a Spotify playlist that shifted between reggaeton and old Shakira deep cuts. Someone’s toddler was dancing near the snacks. Mapi tried to start a limbo contest. Marta politely declined all existence of games.

You sat on a bench under string lights, still wearing the coral T-shirt, sipping a red that tasted like cherries and maybe adrenaline. The ache in your calves from running all over the city hadn’t quite caught up to you yet. But something else had.

Alexia.

She appeared beside you without announcement. No dramatic entrance. No lingering tension. Just a quiet slide onto the bench like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I’ve had worse Saturdays,” she said, nudging your knee with hers.

You smiled. “You’ve probably had better ones, too.”

“Maybe.” She took a sip from your cup without asking. “But none with mimes, bookstore lock-ins, and fake tourists who turned out to be very real.”

You chuckled. “Sorry about that.”

“I’m not,” she said, looking at you. “I liked the pretending.”

“You did?”

She nodded. “People usually recognize me. And treat me like… an answer to a trivia question.”

You tilted your head. “And I didn’t?”

“You didn’t flinch,” she said. “Even when you did recognize me. You just… played along.”

“Is that why you kissed me?”

She smirked. “That, and you said something about wanting to be surprised again.”

You laughed into your wine.

————

The party started to wind down. Players drifted out. Irene offered a sleepy wave. Mapi yelled, “Text me when you’re famous!” to no one in particular. Caroline gave you a long, unreadable look and then a surprisingly sincere thumbs-up.

And then it was just you and Alexia, still sitting under the lights.

She glanced at you sideways.

“You’ll text me, right?” she asked.

You pulled out your phone and showed her the screen — her number already in your contacts, already starred.

She smiled.

And then — without the pressure of the game, the crowd, or the pretense — she leaned in and kissed you again.

It was slower this time. Certain.

No clues. No timer. No game.

Just her mouth on yours, and the feeling that maybe — just maybe — you had won something after all.

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[alotofpockets]

Next-door neighbour | Aitana Bonmati x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "Would you like some company?"

Woso masterlist | Words: 2.5k

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A job opportunity had you packing up your life and moving across the country. Luckily your new company had covered a moving company in your signing agreement, so all you had to do was get everything and unpacked in your new apartment, they would do the heavy lifting and drive the moving trucks.

You had made the way over to Barcelona in your own car, with a few necessities in the back. It was an exciting new opportunity, but you knew you would miss your friends and family. You didn’t know anyone in Barcelona, so you were kind of starting over there, while of course staying in contact with the people in your life.

When you arrive at your new apartment you take it all in, you have seen it online, but not yet in person. The building looked beautiful, and the location was perfect. You walk inside and look around, trying to find the landlord to get your keys.

“Hey, you look lost, can I help you find something?” A woman's voice asks from the mailboxes. You smile at her kindness, “Yeah, actually, I’m new to the building. I was looking for the landlord’s office.”

“Are you filling up 4B by chance?” You nod, “That’s the one, yeah.” She smiles, “I’m Aitana,” She reaches out her hand. “I’m your next-door neighbour, 4A is me.” You shake her hand and introduce yourself. 

An alarm on her phone rings, and she quickly turns it off. “Sorry, I have to head out, but the landlord is through the door on the right at the end of the hall. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to knock on my door.” You thank her and she walks out the door after smiling your way. 

You felt your nerves settle a bit, now you knew where you had to go to get your keys, and your next-door neighbour seemed friendly and kind. A fast difference from your last apartment you thought to yourself as you entered the landlord's office. 

The movers arrived not long after you had gotten the keys, and placed all your boxes into your new place. Once the last box was done, you walked back down with them and thanked them for all their efforts. 

Aitana arrived back as you waved off the last delivery driver. “I see you’re moving in style.” She commented with an amused smile. “I was pretty impressed myself, the new company I signed for offered them. Such a help for sure.”

The two of you got into the elevator together to head to your floor of the building. Aitana was in some shorts with a logo that you think you recognise to be FC Barcelona’s from some of your friends who are into football. She must love the club and wore a pair of shorts to the gym, you thought. 

When you reached the fourth floor, you both got out. “I’ll see you around.” Aitana said with a smile. “Yeah, see you around.” You smiled back.

Back in the apartment you looked around at the chaos. Boxes and disassembled furniture everywhere. Where to start you thought as you looked between the boxes. Your bed. That seemed like a great start, then at least you would have a place to sleep tonight. 

You carried all the pieces of the bed frame into your bedroom, then walked back into the living room to grab the bag of screws you had carefully placed together in separate bags for each furniture item in a box labelled assembly.

With the correct bag in hand, you walked back into the bedroom. Only to then realise you didn’t actually own any tools. Your friend had come over to disassemble everything and had brought his tools to do so. You had always had people around with the right equipment, so you had never thought of getting your own, but now they seemed really handy.

You grab your phone to search where the nearest hardware store was, only to realise that your phone had died. Just my luck you thought. It was no use to just start driving around until you found one, but then you remembered Aitana’s offer. 

A few seconds after you knock on her door, she opens it with a smile on her face, “Hey, long time no see.” You chuckle at her silly joke, “Yeah, turns out I don’t own any tools, and have always been dependent on my friends who lived nearby for them, and now we live on different sides of the country.”

“Oh, don’t worry, what do you need?” She asked, ready to let you borrow the tools you needed like you hadn’t just met in the hallway this morning.

“A screwdriver, or maybe a cordless drill if you have one? Wanted to get my bedframe done for tonight, but realised that just the frame and the screws weren’t gonna get me far without one of those.” You scratch the back of your neck, slightly embarrassed to be asking Aitana for stuff so soon after meeting. But Aitana was quick to make those never go away, “I can help you out with that, give me one moment.”

She left her front door open a little as she walked off to get the tool. You caught a glimpse of her apartment. From what you could see it was very homey, it looked warm, yet modern. Aitana was back before you know it with a cordless drill in hand.

“You’re a lifesaver! I’ll bring it back as soon as I’m done with the bed.” She shakes her head, “No rush, whenever you’re done assembling your stuff is fine.”

You get to work on the bed, and luckily it was easier than you thought it would be, the drill definitely helping a lot. The bed was put up in no time, so you thought you could start on another project. You had your couch ready, and you could eat at the little kitchen bar that came with high chairs, so your living room and kitchen didn’t need to have assembly done right away, but you thought your closet would be nice. That way you would be able to put away a lot of the stuff as well. So, you got to work again.

Another trip to the box with labeled bags of assembly ware made you realise that you would definitely be needing a hammer to put it together. Was it too soon to go knocking on Aitana’s door again? She seemed nice enough, but you also didn’t want to be annoying. One more time wouldn’t hurt, right?

You knock on 4A’s door again. Aitana opens the door with the same smile, “Done already?” 

“Actually, I was hoping you had a hammer as well.” You say a little nervously, hoping to not be overstepping with someone you could see yourself becoming friends with. “No problem at all, I’ve got that as well.” You noticed she was wearing different clothes now, and that her hair was still wet from taking a shower. “Let me grab that for you.”

She came back with the hammer held out to you. “I’m not going to be home tonight, so if you need anything else?” You shake your head quickly, “This is more than enough, thank you very much.”

You got quite far that evening, your bed and closet were built, and you had been able to uppack a lot of your clothes and the contents of your kitchen boxes had almost all gotten a place in your new kitchen. Since it had gotten too late to start working with tools again, you had called it a night after that. 

The next morning you got right back to it. You were putting together a bookcase when you heard a knock on your door. When you open the door, you’re met with Aitana holding up a tool box, “Thought you could use the rest of these too.” She says with a bright smile. “That’s too kind.” You say, but she hands you the tools anyway. 

“How was the first night in your new place?” She asks while trying to peek inside. “It went great. I still have a lot to do of course, but I'm getting there step by step. I’d offer for you to come in but everything is a mess right now.”

“That’s okay, maybe when you’re all settled. I’d love to see what you’ve done with the place.” With a nod you agreed, “That sounds nice.” Aitana seems content with your answer and continues on, “Would you like some company? I was about to pick up some breakfast from this nice place a few streets over, want to join?” You think of your empty fridge, that you had not yet taken the time to fill and find yourself agreeing to her offer.

Aitana showed you around the neighbourhood a little while you walked over to the bakery. It was a small family owned store, and even before tasting their food, you knew you’d visit there more often. You took the food back to the apartment building after Aitana suggested having breakfast in the community garden there. Like Aitana had promised, the morning sun was already shining on the bench in the corner of the garden. The perfect place to start the day. 

As you were having your breakfast, someone else walked into the garden. “Oh, Patri, you’re early!” Aitana says as she quickly gets up to help the woman who was carrying what seemed to be a fair few tables all at once. “Yeah, we figured we’d need to make a couple trips to get everything here, so we thought we’d start early. Pina should be right behind me with some chairs.”

You didn’t want to impose so you stayed on the bench. Patri looked over, “Oh, please tell me that’s your new neighbour.” That caught your attention. “Yeah it is.” Patri’s face lights up and she steps your way before Aitana can stop her.

“Hi I’m Patri, it’s very nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She says with her hand held out to you. “Y/n, nice to meet you.” You shake her hand. “All good things I hope from the one day that I’ve known Aitana.” Patri nods quickly, “Only good things for sure.”

“So, what’s with all the tables?” You nod your head to where Aitana was now setting up the tables. “We’re having a get to getter with some friends tonight. You should totally come! Food, drinks, music, it should be a fun one.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” You declined politely, but Patri was not having it. “Nonsense. We would love to have you.” Patri turns to Aitana, “Aita, we’d love to have her join us tonight, right?” You miss the light blush on her cheeks, but Patri doesn’t and sends her a knowing smile. “Yeah, you should totally come, I’d love to see you there.”

Later that day, you head downstairs wearing something casual since you didn’t actually know what kind of party this would be. You had picked up a bottle of wine at the store in order to not show up empty handed. 

When you get to the garden you see that there are a lot more tables there now than there were this morning. Patri wasn’t kidding this morning when she said she had to make a few trips.

Aitana spots you from across the garden and makes her way to you. “You made it!” She brings you in for a hug. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

As she was introducing you to everyone, you quickly realised that there were people here from all different nationalities, and you wondered how Aitana knew this many international people. 

You sat with Aitana and a few of her friends just chatting and having a drink until one of the girls, Alexia if you remembered correctly got up and got everyone’s attention. The more she spoke, the more you started to realise what was happening. 

The party was to celebrate the Copa de la Reina win, and while you didn’t know much about football, you knew it was a football competition. You turn to Aitana when the speech is done. “You play for Barcelona?” She nods, “Yeah, we all do. Did I not mention that?”

You shake your head with a chuckle, “Nope, I recognised the logo on your shorts from my friends, but I thought you were just a fan.” Aitana’s smile grew, “Proud fan, but also a Barca player since I was fourteen.”

You look around the people in the garden, “My friends would be so jealous.” Aitana’s face lit up, clearly getting some kind of idea. “Come with me, I want to show you something.”

The two of you walked into the building, and you followed her into her apartment. She led you to the living room, “What would your friends think of this?” You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. The wall was filled with trophies, medals, framed jerseys, and team pictures. It was impressive for even someone who wasn’t a football fan. “These are all yours?” You say as you step closer to inspect everything. “All mine yeah, but couldn’t have gotten any of these without my team of course.” You liked that mentality. “Yeah, my friends would definitely never believe me if I told them what I was looking at right now.” 

“Can I have your phone for a moment?” Without thinking anything of it, you handed her your phone. She opened the camera, and took your hand to pull you closer to her. “Smile.” She said before taking a few pictures together with the wall in the background. 

“Send that to them to make them jealous.” She said with a smirk. You grabbed your phone back and sent the picture in the groupchat right away, sending ‘My next-door neighbour has this amazing wall, very cool right?’ along with it.  

“Can you send those to me too?” She asked. You nod and give her your phone again, this time to add her number to your phone. Already when she was typing her phone number in, your phone started exploding. You watched the messages come in together.

Mateo: uhm hello???

Ana: you’re joking

Ana: neighbour? girl that’s insane

Maya: y/n pls tell me you know who this is and you’re not just impressed by the nice wall

Tomas: excuse me? how?

Mateo: oh yeah, she definitely is more impressed by that wall than the Aitana Bonmati

That last one made Aitana giggle, “He’s kinda right actually.” 

“Well, I’m sorry that I liked you for you and not for your apparent status.” You said, causing Aitana to laugh more. “All good, I like that you know me for our interactions and not through the media.” You smiled at her before messaging the group.

You: who?

They instantly start berating you, only making you chuckle. You quickly send Aitana the pictures, before pocketing your phone again. “Should we head back to your party? Apparently the Copa de la Reina is a big deal.” You joke. She jokingly rolls her eyes at you, “You have much to learn.” She says before pulling you out of her apartment again.

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[woso-story]

Car Accident

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Alexia sat at a long table in a cozy restaurant, surrounded by her teammates. The FC Barcelona women’s team was deep into their bonding night, the room alive with laughter, shared stories, and the occasional inside joke. Alexia smiled as she listened to Mapi's recount a ridiculous tale, her laugh blending seamlessly with the others.

The moment was warm and light—until Alexia’s phone buzzed insistently in her pocket. Normally, she would ignore it during a night like this, but something about the timing made her pause. She excused herself quietly, stepping outside into the crisp night air before answering.

"Ms. Putellas?" a professional voice greeted her. "This is the hospital. You’re listed as the emergency contact for Y/N. There’s been a car accident, and the ambulance brought her here."

Alexia’s world seemed to tilt. Her breath caught in her throat as panic gripped her chest. "What?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Is she okay? What happened?"

The nurse’s voice was calm but firm. "She’s stable, but we can’t share details over the phone. The doctor will speak with you when you arrive. Please come to the hospital as soon as you can."

The call ended abruptly, leaving Alexia frozen on the sidewalk. Her heart pounded, her stomach twisting in knots as her mind raced with unanswered questions. Was she alive? Was she in pain? Her hands began to tremble, and tears blurred her vision.

“No,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head sharply. “I have to keep it together. I need to get there.”

Taking a deep breath, Alexia wiped her eyes and stepped back inside the restaurant. Her teammates noticed immediately that something was wrong; her usually composed demeanor had crumbled.

“What’s wrong?” Mapi asked, her voice laced with concern.

Alexia’s voice cracked as she replied, "Something happened to Y/N. She was in a car accident—I need to go."

Mapi’s chair scraped against the floor as she stood up. "I’m coming with you," she said firmly.

Alexia nodded, unable to speak. The fear clawing at her chest felt unbearable, and she was grateful not to face it alone. Ingrid, overhearing the exchange, quickly joined them. “I’ll drive,” she offered, grabbing her keys.

Ingrid’s car sped through the quiet streets, the tension inside it palpable. Alexia sat in the backseat, her knee bouncing anxiously. Mapi held her hand tightly, squeezing it gently in an effort to calm her.

“It’s going to be okay,” Mapi murmured, though even she sounded unsure.

Alexia didn’t respond. She stared out the window, her mind a whirlwind of worry. Images of you—hurt, scared, alone—flashed through her thoughts, and her chest tightened with helplessness.

---

When they reached the hospital, Alexia was out of the car before it fully stopped, sprinting toward the front desk. Her words came out in a rapid flurry of Spanish, her desperation clear. The nurse behind the counter looked overwhelmed, struggling to keep up.

Ingrid stepped forward, her calm and steady voice cutting through the chaos. Meanwhile, Mapi placed a reassuring hand on Alexia’s shoulder, guiding her to a nearby chair.

“Sit,” Mapi urged gently. “Take a breath. Ingrid’s handling it.”

Alexia sank into the chair, her hands still trembling. Mapi knelt in front of her, meeting her eyes. "You’re not alone, Ale. We’re here. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together."

Moments later, Ingrid returned with a doctor. His face was calm, which gave Alexia the faintest glimmer of hope.

“Someone ran a red light and collided with her car,” the doctor explained. “She has a concussion, some bruised ribs, and a broken collarbone. But she’s stable, and it could have been much worse. She was very lucky.”

Relief flooded Alexia’s body, and she exhaled a shaky breath. Her eyes brimmed with fresh tears, but this time, they weren’t solely of fear. “Can we see her?” she asked.

The doctor nodded, leading the three women down the quiet hallway to your room. Alexia hesitated at the door, her hand trembling as she reached for the handle. Mapi gave her a reassuring nod.

“You’ve got this,” Mapi said softly.

Taking a deep breath, Alexia pushed open the door. Her heart clenched at the sight of you lying in the hospital bed, bruised and bandaged. She approached quietly, sinking into the stool beside your bed and taking your uninjured hand in hers.

“Mi amor,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound. When your gaze met hers, a small, weak smile tugged at your lips. “Hey,” you murmured, your voice hoarse.

Tears spilled down Alexia’s cheeks. “You’re okay,” she said, her voice trembling. “I was so scared…”

Despite your pain, you reached up with your free hand to wipe away her tears. “I’m fine, Lex. I promise. Everything’s okay now.”

Mapi and Ingrid approached the bed, their expressions soft with relief. They greeted you warmly, their words filled with care. You smiled at them, your voice barely above a whisper as you thanked them for coming.

After a few minutes, Mapi and Ingrid excused themselves to retrieve some essentials from your apartment. Alexia hugged them both tightly before they left.

---

Once alone, Alexia stayed by your side, her hand still clasping yours. You noticed how tightly she was holding on, as if afraid you might disappear. Mustering a faint smile, you tried to lighten the mood.

“Well,” you teased weakly, “looks like you’re going to have to lend me your precious Cupra now.”

Alexia blinked, caught off guard. “Not funny,” she muttered, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward.

“Come on,” you whispered, your smile widening. “You love me enough to let me borrow it, right?”

Her faint smile grew, though her voice was stern. “You’re not driving anymore. I’m driving you everywhere from now on. No arguments.”

Despite your exhaustion, you chuckled softly. “Sure, Captain. Whatever you say.”

When Mapi and Ingrid returned with a bag of essentials, you were already asleep. Alexia hugged them both again, her gratitude unspoken but deeply felt.

---

Later that night, you stirred awake. The room was quiet, and for a moment, you were disoriented. Then you remembered the accident, the hospital, and Alexia. You turned your head to see her asleep in the uncomfortable chair, her hand still clasped around yours, her head resting against the edge of the bed.

“Lex,” you whispered, squeezing her hand gently.

Her eyes flew open immediately. “What’s wrong?” she asked, concern flooding her face.

“Nothing,” you reassured her. “But you look miserable in that chair. Come lie down with me.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you insisted, shifting slightly to make room. “I need you close.”

She hesitated, but when you gave her your best puppy-dog eyes, she sighed in defeat. Carefully, she climbed into the bed beside you, wrapping an arm around you as you rested your head on her chest.

“You’re my safe place,” you murmured, the sound of her heartbeat lulling you.

Alexia kissed the top of your head. “And you’re mine.”

The two of you fell asleep together, the weight of the day easing in each other’s arms. For the first time since the accident, Alexia felt a sense of peace, knowing that you were safe and by her side.

---

The next morning, the doctor cleared you to go home with strict instructions for rest and recovery. Alexia was by your side the entire time, helping you into the car and settling you gently on the couch once you were home.

Over the next few weeks, Alexia rarely left your side. She ensured you followed the doctor’s orders, bringing you meals, fluffing your pillows, and doting on you in ways that melted your heart. She rearranged her training schedule to spend as much time with you as possible, and on the rare occasions she had to leave, she checked in constantly.

[rmytears]

○ alexia putellas x teen reader (reader has a name in this)

↳ warnings: no warnings.

A LITTLE HOT-HEADED.

If someone had to describe Maya, they'd probably get stuck on the first word that came to mind: difficult. Difficult to read, like a book in a language you don't understand; difficult to comprehend, like a puzzle with pieces that don't quite fit. Her gaze, often lost in deep thoughts, challenged anyone who tried to get close. And when she spoke, she did it with such sharp sarcasm that it could slice through the tension in the air. It was as if she enjoyed bewildering others, each hidden laugh and every frown part of a game where she always held the lead.

But there was another word that fit her: good. While her personality might have seemed like a maze, on the soccer field she shone with her own light. With the ball at her feet, she transformed. It was as if everything else disappeared and only she and the game existed. Obviously, she needed to improve—she was still very young—but she had potential, enough that trying to ignore it felt like an offense. Maya was good.

As the season progressed, her name began to echo among the first team players. "Have you seen this girl from the B team?" The words spread like ripples. And so, like foam, the rumors reached Alexia's ears, who couldn't ignore the stories about this girl everyone seemed interested in lately.

Intrigued, Alexia decided it was time to see this young promise for herself.

FC Barcelona B vs. RCD Espanyol. The match was going perfectly for the Blaugrana colors. The sun shone intensely on the grass, while the stands filled with a sea of blue and garnet shirts that vibrated with every touch of the ball. The B team players moved the ball with a fluidity that left the fans in a constant state of euphoria. With each pass, each run, it seemed the team was destined for a clear victory.

Maya sat on the bench, observing from her position. With the first half already consumed, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She had been training hard, waiting for her chance to shine, and that moment came when the coach called her to get ready.

However, as she settled into the game, a figure from the opposing team began to make herself noticed, making the atmosphere tense. The Espanyol player, a blonde with tight braids who seemed to have made a personal decision to make Maya's life impossible, started getting too close. Every time Maya received the ball, the opponent appeared like lightning, throwing discrete elbows and disguised stomps masked as legitimate plays. Alexia could see how Maya tried to concentrate, ignoring the provocations, but frustration began to show on her face.

"It's just football," she told herself while running across the field, trying to maintain calm amid the chaos. But her opponent's tricks didn't cease; the referee, with a distant and uncommitted look, seemed to have decided it wasn't his day to intervene. The fouls continued without punishment, and tension on the field increased. Maya noticed how the Espanyol player became increasingly aggressive, playing dirty, an elbow here, a push there.

With time running and the score still in Barça's favor, Maya found herself increasingly trapped in a mental game that wore her down. Alexia, from her position, could notice how the young player's patience was vanishing. The furtive glances Maya threw toward the referee became more accusatory, and her gestures of frustration more evident.

Finally, after a blatant push that left Maya staggering, something inside her clicked. In an instant of contained rage, she decided it was time to respond. With fierce determination, she launched herself at the Espanyol player with a tackle that resonated like thunder in the stadium. The contact was strong and direct, and the referee's whistle sounded like a war cry.

Maya's face turned from surprise to frustration at seeing the red card the referee raised toward her. Helplessness invaded her as the rest of the team halted their game, stunned by her expulsion. The crowd fell into a sepulchral silence, and whispers spread like an echo of disappointment.

Maya found herself alone in the dressing room, the echo of her steps resonating against the tiled walls as she walked to her locker. The coach's lecture still rang in her head—words about concentration and maintaining calm during critical moments of the game. She sighed deeply while dropping onto one of the benches.

"Hey." Vicky's voice pulled her from her thoughts. Her teammate was already changed and ready to leave, the sports bag hanging from her shoulder. "Don't take today's match so hard. You did well."

Maya just nodded, her fingers playing distractedly with her shoelaces.

"The girls are going for ice cream to celebrate the victory," Vicky continued, leaning against the doorframe. "Want to come?"

"I don't think I'm in the mood," Maya mumbled, forcing a small smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Suit yourself." Vicky shrugged. "See you tomorrow then."

Silence enveloped the dressing room again after Vicky's departure. Maya closed her eyes for a moment, letting the quietness wrap around her. But the peace didn't last long.

"Well, well. Does Barcelona's little star need a moment alone?"

Maya felt every muscle in her body tense at recognizing that voice. The Espanyol player—the same one who had been provoking her throughout the match—was standing behind her. She could feel her presence approaching, invading her personal space.

"What's wrong? Did coach's lecture leave you speechless?" The mocking voice drew closer until Maya could feel her breath on her neck.

It was as if something inside her exploded. In a quick movement, Maya turned and pushed the other player against the wall, her forearm pressing against her rival's chest.

"Don't mess with me," Maya growled, the words coming through clenched teeth. Her eyes sparkled with contained fury. "And for the record, you smell like crap."

A movement at the dressing room entrance caught her attention. Alexia was there, observing the scene with a mixture of surprise and concern on her face. Maya exhaled frustratedly, stepping back to her original spot while rubbing her temples with her fingers—a gesture that caught Alexia's attention, who wondered if it was a sign of stress or perhaps a headache.

Alexia observed both players for a moment before breaking the tense silence. "Is there a problem here?" she asked, her voice firm as she approached them.

The Espanyol player immediately adopted a victim expression. "She just attacked me," she declared with false innocence.

Maya felt her blood boiling again. She lunged forward, but this time found herself contained by Alexia's arms, who firmly surrounded her, forcing her to step back.

"Mara," Alexia's voice was soft but firm as she pulled her away. "Mara, listen to me."

But Maya wasn't looking at her. Her eyes, burning with rage and frustration, were fixed on the Espanyol player, who smiled with satisfaction at her reaction. The mocking smile only served to fuel her fury more, while Alexia's arms kept her in place, her voice repeating what the captain believed to be her name like a calming mantra that she could barely hear over the roar of blood in her ears.

Alexia turned toward the blonde who still remained there, planted as if her feet had grown roots into the locker room floor. Their eyes met briefly before Alexia spoke.

"This isn't your dressing room," she said, her voice firm but controlled. "You have no business here."

No more needed to be said. The rookie—because that's what she clearly was, indicated by her insecure posture and the way her eyes nervously jumped from side to side—took a step back, then another, until finally turning around and disappearing through the door without a word.

Maya broke free from Alexia's grip as if her touch burned. "Don't touch me," she snapped, turning her back to continue packing her things in the sports bag. Her movements were abrupt, almost violent, as she stuffed her belongings one by one.

Alexia didn't move. She stayed there, observing every gesture, every tense movement of Maya's shoulders. The silence grew thick, almost tangible, until Maya couldn't bear it anymore. She could feel the older player's gaze drilling into the back of her neck.

"Am I in trouble?" she asked without turning around, her voice rough as sandpaper. The question hung in the air, a clear reference to the scene Alexia had just witnessed.

"You're Mara, right?" Alexia responded, deliberately ignoring the question.

Maya snorted, turning just enough to throw her a sideways glance. "Why ask if you're so sure you know?"

"Are you always this defensive?"

Alexia's question went unanswered. Maya returned to her task, stuffing her shin guards into the bag with more force than necessary. The locker room sank into silence interrupted only by the rustle of clothing and the metallic clicking of zippers.

"I saw you playing today," Alexia broke the silence again. "You're good."

Maya's hands stopped for an instant. It was Alexia Putellas saying it, after all. The same Alexia whom all the team's girls idolized, whose name was synonymous with excellence in women's football.

"Thanks," Maya mumbled, so low it almost seemed the words had been carried away by the locker room's air conditioning.

"But it doesn't matter how good you are," Alexia continued, "if you can't control your temper, you won't get anywhere."

Those words were like a switch. Maya spun around, her blue eyes shining with indignation. "I don't have any temper or anything to control."

"Well, that's not what I saw when I walked in," Alexia responded with a calmness that markedly contrasted with Maya's agitation.

"You don't know anything," Maya rolled her eyes, but the gesture didn't entirely hide the tension in her jaw.

Alexia tilted her head, studying the younger player's face. She observed how the furrowed brow made her freckle-sprinkled nose wrinkle slightly. There was something fascinating about that rebellion. She sat on the bench, the wood creaking softly under her weight.

"Then enlighten me," she said, leaning forward. "What was happening with that girl?"

"And why exactly should I tell you?"

The question made the corners of Alexia's lips curve slightly. It was refreshing, she had to admit. While most young players looked at her with a mixture of nervousness and reverential admiration, Maya seemed immune to her presence. There was no trace of typical adulation in her eyes, just a direct, unfiltered challenge.

Alexia rose from the bench with a fluid movement, running her palms over her pants in an automatic gesture. "You really are good, Mara," she said, heading toward the door. "Try not to let it go to your head."

She was about to leave when a murmur reached her ears.

"It's Maya."

Alexia stopped dead in her tracks. "Excuse me?"

"It's not Mara, it's Maya," the young player repeated, her voice clearer this time, though she still had her back turned.

"Maya," Alexia repeated, nodding slightly before crossing the doorway, leaving behind a silent locker room and a Maya who, for the first time since the exchange began, allowed her shoulders to relax.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

the pests are back in town | chaos fc

summary: someone at arsenal made a rookie error and paired the aussie pest and british menace together for media day and it's the usual chaos like always. pairings: chaos fc reader!monkey x kyra cooney cross x arsenal wfc chaos fc masterlist

“It’s a joke right? Tell me it’s a mistake?” You overhear Steph question as you walk nearer to them and you’re curious to know exactly what they’re talking about.

Kim sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I don’t think so.”

“Alright, I’m here now the party can begin,” You joke, hobbling through with your foot still in a boot and grinning mischievously when you spot Lia chatting with Kim and Steph, “Hi, Wallaby! Did you miss me?” You ask, slinging your arm around the Swiss woman’s shoulder with a slight difficulty of her being taller than you.

“Hi little one,” Lia turns to give you a side hug, “How did the hospital appointment go?” She asks, concerned.

“Doc’ is dumb,” You murmur in a low voice, your mood changing instantly at the mention of the appointment you had this morning that didn’t go your way like you thought it would.

You were kind of disheartened by your latest hospital appointment, you didn’t get the good news that you were expecting after all and you were still going to be sidelined for a while yet, since your ankle fracture still hadn’t healed properly yet.

That definitely wasn’t made worse by the fall you had when you and Kyra tried and failed to do a TikTok trend, but that’s a story for a different day.

“Here’s the menace,” Steph jokes, ruffing your hair, “I see you still got the boot on, eh?”

“Unfortunately, I hate it,” You huff while definitely feeling grumpy and deflated about the news, “Stupid doc reckons it’s still not healed properly yet– I just wanna play and I have no chance of it anytime soon, it’s not fair!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have tried that TikTok trend then,” Kim remarks knowingly as she gives you a pointed look you’ve been on the receiving end of too many times.

“What TikTok trend? I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about there, Kimmy,” You play dumb and shrug your shoulders.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Kim states while she purses her lips.

Shaking your head, you pull a silly facial expression, “Nope, literally have no idea–  What’re you guys lookin’ so… Irked about anyways?” You wonder, noting the weary looks the three of them share, “What’s going on?”

“It’s gotta be a mistake,” Steph murmurs, staring at the paper with a blank expression on her face, “Right?”

Before you can get a straight answer, Lia jumps into the conversation again, “It’s gotta be.”

“What?” You repeat the question, staring at them while still none the wiser.

“Nope it’s not,” Beth appears, peering over Kim’s shoulder and confirming what you’re already itching to know.

“Oh god,” Steph mutters, shaking her head in disagreement.

You blink, still utterly confused about the topic of conversation they were on about, “What… What is it?” You exchange looks between all 4 of the older girls, but none of them are giving you anything to work with, “What’re you all on about?”

“You and Kyra,” Lia finally decides to be the one to tell you the good news, “You pair are together for media day.” She tells you, biting her bottom lip and clearly bracing for impact.

“Seriously?” Your eyes light up in pure glee, “Yes! Winner!” You're practically vibrating with excitement, and if it wasn’t for your dumb ankle fracture then you would definitely be jumping up and down in joy.

You and Kyra? A dangerous duo on any given day, but today– on media day– things were about to get even more chaotic.

Steph groans dramatically, “We’re all doomed.”

“Who made the mistake?” Beth furrows her eyebrows and shakes her head, “These two together are a nightmare– The last media day proved it alone!”

“Hey! We’re not that bad,” You insist, huffing in offense.

“Yes. You are,” Steph deadpans, “You and Kyra are the worst when you’re together. Need I remind you of Melbourne?”

“Oh, but that was such a fun time!” You exclaim, grinning mischievously, “I don’t know about you, but I personally had a blast out there.”

“I think Kim is still reliving that nightmare,” Lia chips in amusedly as you sneak a glance at your captain who you swear shudders at the memory, “This isn’t a good idea.”

You pout, crossing your arms together, “Oh, come on. You guys seriously don’t think that much about us, do you?”

Beth doesn’t even think to hesitate, “No.”

“Absolutely not,” Steph shakes her head, reinforcing it.

You open your mouth to argue, but then Katie strolls over  with Caitlin while smirking, “Oh you guys just discovered the pests are together for media day?” She questions.

“This is a nightmare,” Beth shakes her head dramatically.

“Well that’s just rude,” You huff in response just as you spot your best friend and instantly perk up, “Ky! Guess what, we’re together for media duties!”

“What, seriously? Yes!” Kyra exclaims, letting out a cheer and definitely buzzing about the news.

“This is bad, so very bad,” Lia mutters to herself, shaking her head in disagreement.

You roll your eyes, exasperated, “Nah, nah, this is a great day!” You insist, “It’s gonna be wonderful. It’s like Christmas morning!”

Steph snorts, clearly amused, “If this is how excited you get for Christmas, you’ve got serious issues.”

You shrug casually, zero shame on your face, “Yeah, I know. I come with a lot of trauma,” You pause for a split second, “Dead dad, mum that abandoned me, blah blah blah,” You wave a hand like it’s not a big deal, “Need I go on?”

“Leah!?” Kattie furrows her brow in concern, “There’s something with your kid,” She glances around to look for the blonde, “I think she’s broken!” She jokes, dramatically.

“Oh no, she’s not broken,” Leah laughs in amusement, slinging her arm around your shoulder, “She’s just… Well, she’s Monkey.” She explains, shrugging her shoulders.

“See? I’m just– Hey, that was still an insult, Malfoy!” You grumble in protest.

“Monkey, we’ve already been over this,” Leah groans in annoyance, “Will you stop callin’ me that?”

“Nope,” You can’t help but smirk, “As long as you still continue to get wound up over it, definitely not.”

“Give me strength,” Leah mutters, rubbing her temples, “What’re you so happy about?” She wonders, noticing the cheshire grin on your face.

“Me and Ky are paired together for media,” You fill her in with a grin plastered on your face.

Leah can’t help but snort and shake her head, “That’s a joke, right?”

“That’s what I said!” Steph exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air, “Someone must’ve made  a mistake, right?”

“No, no, no,” Leah shakes her head promptly, “You two are… You’re trouble together, look what happened in America!”

“I think you’re overreacting slightly there Le,” You insist, rolling your eyes.

“Am I? Cos’ I think the fractured ankle really speaks for itself,” Leah deadpans.

“Urgh,” You groan dramatically, tilting your head back at the painful memory, “It’s bad enough I have this stupid cast, you don’t need to mention it as well.”

“Wait, does Kimmy still have your skateboard held hostage?” Kyra wonders, curiously as she wraps her free around your shoulder.

“Yeah she does,” The pout currently plastered on your face really just spoke for itself, “Le’s being the captain of the fun police and not allowing me to have any fun.” You mutter.

Leah clicks her tongue and shakes her head, “And risk breaking your neck as well? Yeah, not a single chance am I taking that risk– It stays at Kim’s out of the way since we can’t exactly send it back now.”

“But what fun is it if it just stays in the cupboard?” You don’t relent from this conversation as you huff dramatically, “How about…”

“How about we don’t revisit this conversation and forget about the skateboard instead, yeah?” The blonde cuts in with a knowing look.

“Monkey? Kyra?” One of the media team waves over to you both to get your attention, “We need you both.”

“We’re needed already?” Kyra furrows her eyebrows and shrugs her shoulders, “Lets’ go!”

Your eyes light up in glee, “Fantastic, be right there,” Before looking back at the huddle of older girls, “It’s showtime!”

“Don’t be a brat and get in any trouble–” Leah begins to say.

“I’m sorry all I heard then was blah blah blah,” You interject with a mischievous smile on her face, “Come on Ky, let’s go and find out what we’ve gotta do!” With that, you quite literally pull Kyra in the direction of where you need to go.

Katie chuckles lowly at the blondes’ facial expression, “You’ve got your hands full with that one, ain’t you, Le?”

“Don’t even go there,” Leah huffs and shakes her head in response, “That girl sometimes, honestly she’s so bloody cheeky, but I do love her dearly.”

“Hi, I’m Kyra!” Your Australian counterpart jumps in first to speak, introducing herself.

“And I’m Monkey– “ You start but get cut off with the cameraman giving you a knowing look, “What? Seriously, I have to answer my actual name? Oh for *bleep* sake!”

“Monkey!” You hear Leah scold from the other side of the room, which you’re honestly shocked how she managed to hear that so far away.

“Sorry, sorry, anyways…” You quietly mumble your name begrudgingly in front of the camera that’s rolling, “I can’t believe you guys just made me say that aloud. I hate you all.”

The cameraman chuckles from the other side, “Continue.”

You huff and dramatically fold your arms, “Alright, well yeah, we’re gonna play ‘How Well Do You Know Each Other?” You pause for a brief second, “This should be interesting.”

“Puts our ‘best friend’ knowledge to the test,” Kyra adds in, grinning teasingly.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes in response as you look at the cameraman, “How do we do this then?”

“One of you will read the cards aloud and answer, while the other sits further back with headphones listening to music,” The cameraman explains, motioning to the large bulky headphones on the table in front.

“Better be good music,” You remark in a cheeky tone of voice.

“Do you wanna go first?” Kyra asks, glancing at you.

“Yeah, sure why not… How hard could it be?” You smirk as you grab the cards in front of you, “Pft, easy, bring it on!”

With that, the camera stops filming for a second before it begins again with Kyra sitting on a chair a few feet away from you while you’re sitting on the chair in front.

“You good?” You question, Kyra responds with a thumbs up when she can’t hear anything and you giggle, “I could say so much right now…” You say, as Kyra continues to look cluelessly at you.

The cameraman chuckles, “Let’s get to the questions.”

You pick up the first card, “Where is Kyra from?” You read the question aloud and ponder thinking for a few seconds, “Australia, well Queensland to be more specific– Yeah I’m sure it is there!”

You switch out the card and scan your eyes over it,  “When is Kyra’s birthday?” You continue to read the next question aloud, “Easy, 15th February, 2002– You know you guys should really make these more easier for me,” You joke, grinning teasingly as you look directly at the camera.

Tossing the card aside, you flip to the third and final one, “When did Kyra make her debut for Arsenal?” You read the final one aloud, “Oo, this ones’ even better! It was last October, the first game of the season, which we unfortunately lost, but I was there,” You pause after giving your answer with full confidence, “I’m surprised I remember, cos’ I was sick, but yeah… her first debut was then!”

The cameraman chuckles, “That’s three for Kyra done,” He declares, turning the camera off and gesturing Kyra back to sit beside you, “Right, now we’ll film it so it’s Kyra reacting to your answers before switching roles. Sound good, girls?”

You wave dismissively, “Yup, no worries!”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Kyra adds, planting herself down in the empty seat, as she camera starts rolling again, “How’d you do?”

“The questions were so easy,” You joke, cockily, “Kinda wish I had more of a challenge.”

“You seem overconfident right now,” Kyra smirks, taking a glance at the questions, “Alright, first question, where am I from?”

“Queensland, and now I think… Why am I doubting myself?” You frown, taking a minute to wonder if you have got it right.

Kyra laughs, “That is where I’m from!”

“Phew, first one correct,” You wipe your forehead dramatically.

“Next one– When’s my birthday?” Kyra repeats the question aloud you’ve just answered, “You should definitely know this one, if not then… Well, I don’t think we can be friends.” She jokes.

You pretend to think about it for a second, “Yeah I’m positive I know this one cos’ we celebrated it,” You give pause for the dramatic effect, “15th February, 2002. The day after Valentine's Day. Bleugh– Shit, I’m gonna be kicking myself if it’s wrong now.”

“Monkey,” The cameraman interjects from behind, shaking his head.

You feign innocence and give him a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

Kyra snickers at the fact you have no filter sometimes, “Nice, yeah, that’s right!” She exclaims, “You’re doing so well… You know me so well!” She retorts, playfully.

“Well I’d hope so since I’m your best friend,” You respond with an eye roll.

“Final question,” Kyra speaks up as she gazes at the last question, “Tough one– When did I make my Arsenal debut?”

“First game of the season against Liverpool,” You answer way too confidently and immediately pray it’s correct, “Right? I hope so, I was on me deathbed for that game!”

“Nailed it,” Kyra confirms, grinning.

“Yay, go me!” You fist pump the air as you do a little wiggle in celebration and the camera’s stop filming, “So, now we swap?” You clarify with the cameraman.

“Yep, that’s right,” The cameraman chimes in.

Nodding in agreement, the camera cuts while you switch positions so you’re the one stuck with the headphones, and at least the music isn’t too bad.

You can’t hear a single word that’s being said, but you’re just content to listen to the music, singing the song in your head as you do a little shimmy in your seat.

It’s times like this where you wish you could lip-read, it’s not the easiest thing to do though and your attention span wouldn’t last that long sometimes before giving up.

You can’t help but let your thoughts wander away at this current time, “Maybe I can buy more lego soon? I need to add to my collection– You can never have too much lego!”

At last, you're given the gesture of a thumbs up before removing the headphones and get up to sit on a closer chair with the slight difficulty of the boot currently on your foot.

“Was that easy for you?” You joke with your best friend.

“Piece of cake mate,” Kyra grins in response.

You pick up the cards and read over the first one, “First question, what is my favourite drink?” You read aloud, smirking as you know she definitely does know this answer.

“Energy drinks, duh? You love them!” Kyra answers with a knowing smile.

You beam a wide smile and nod, “I do, even if I’m not technically allowed them anymore— Mean Malfoy!” You joke, looking directly at the camera and scowling.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Kyra jokes with a wink.

“Exactly,” You retort with a playful grin, “Alright, next question then– You should definitely know this, and if you don’t then, well, we need to rethink our friendship.” You tell her, jokingly.

“Our friendship’s on the line over this?” Kyra clutches her hand over her heart and faux’s her shock, “Well then I guess I’d better get it right. You adore both Shrek and anything Marvel related of course, and if it’s anything else then I’m not having it.”

“Ding, ding, ding, correct!” You grin, “I have watched them way too many times to count, but who cares?”

“I knew it!” Kyra exclaims, “Phew, our friendship still remains intact.” She jokes with you.

“For now, just as long as you answer the final question correctly,” You continue to wind her up, leaning in dramatically, “When did I join Arsenal?”

Kyra bites her bottom lip in hesitation, “See, this one was hard to remember, so I guessed and went with age 9, so I know you’ve been at the academy before signing the senior team...”

You shook her head in disagreement, “Want a clue?” You joke, amusedly, “Leah’s known me ever since I joined, and that was…” You pretend to count on your fingers, “11 years ago.”

“Oh!” Kyra’s eyes light up in realisation, “So, you were 8 then? I was so close!” She exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air, “You’ve known her for 11 years? That’s wild! How’s she put up with you for that long?”

“Yeah, I know it’s– Hey, that’s cruel!” The realisation hits finally and you gasp, “Speak for yourself, you’re the Aussie pest.”

“Yeah, and you’re the British Menace,” Kyra jokes, grinning at you.

“Right that does it, this friendship is… it’s under discussion,” You shake your head dramatically, continuing to play up for the camera in front of you, “Two out of three, I suppose it’s not that bad,”

“I’ll take it!” Kyra shrugs her shoulders, “The last one really threw me off!”

You grin and wrap your free arm around her, “Awh, don’t worry. We’re still besties!” You exclaim, before attempting to wrestle her down to the floor as the older girls in the background catch wind of your antics, just as the camera stops rolling.

“Lessi is definitely the clumsy one in the team - she falls over all the time. I know that says a lot, considering I'm currently in a boot,” You say with a gleam in your eyes as a memory lights up, “Oh, oh! We have to tell them about, you know, what happened at training the other day!” You grin mischievously, already knowing the chaos you’re about to stir.

Kyra looks at you, clueless, “What happened at training?”

You snort, shaking your head in disbelief, “You don’t remember?”

“No, should I?” Kyra questions, further confused.

“Of course, yeah! About Malfoy,” You retort, a cheeky grin plastered on your face.

“Monkey, don’t you dare,” Leah warns, shooting her a look.

“I dare,” You smirk in satisfaction as you see the daunting look on Leah’s face, “You see…”

Her eyes narrow, and you can see the tension building in her jaw. Right as you're about to spill the story, Leah storms over and claps her hand over your mouth, cutting off your words so all that comes out are muffled noises, “Monkey, don’t push it,” The blonde warns in a firm tone of voice.

You roll your eyes dramatically, wiping at your mouth for emphasis, “I was just gonna get the fun bit as well, ” You shrug with an exaggerated innocence, using the advantage of your crutches  to try and keep her at bay so you can continue to yap like you wanted to do, “Anyways before I was so rudely interrupted about what I wanted to say… Oh yeah, Leah completely fell over the other day and it was hilarious to watch!”

“You’re such a menace sometimes,” Leah mutters in disbelief while shooting you a playful scowl.

“Yeah, but you still love me regardless,” You flash her an innocent smile, waving your crutch around in the air, “Come on, it’s okay to admit it that you do.” You add.

Leah arches her eyebrow in response, “It’s questionable sometimes when you come out with things like you do.”

However due to your own clumsiness you end up falling over in the process which causes Leah to instantly drop her annoyed act and immediately becomes concerned instead. 

“Oh my God,” Leah’s eyes widen as she watches you fall to the floor and rushes to help you back onto your feet, “Are you okay?” She questions.

“Ow, shit, that bloody hurt,” You grumble your profound language and completely forget that there’s still a camera rolling so that’s something the media team will have to work on editing out again, “Clearly I’m not stable on my feet, like I thought I was.” You continue to grumble, accepting Leah’s hand to help you up off the floor as you hiss in slight pain.

Leah tuts and shakes her head, her previous annoyance completely forgotten about now, “You really do need to be more careful,” She chides in a gentle tone of voice, “Or you’re going to make things worse for yourself my girl.”

“Yeah,  yeah I know, you don’t need to remind me,” You huff in response and use your crutches to balance your support to save you falling on the floor again, “I’m already stuck on these crutches for what feels like the foreseeable.”

“Exactly, that’s more of a reason to be careful little miss clumsy,” Leah retorts, once she’s made sure you’re okay before she takes the chance to rip into you a bit for your usual clumsiness.

Rolling your eyes in response, “Speak for yourself when you’re the one that fell over at training the other day.” You chip in again as she flash her a cheeky smile.

“Menace,” Leah murmurs now rolling her own eyes.

It’s only now that you realise the whole interaction has been filmed, “Wait… Was the camera still filming, like all of that?” You question.

“Yep,” A member of the media team responds in agreement.

“Urgh,” You let out an exasperated groan and shove your head in your hands, “Great, everyones’ gonna see my clumsiness. Fuck sakes.”

“Monkey,” Leah chides, shooting you a stern look, “Language.”

“English,” You reply while trying to feign your innocence, “Right, shit yeah, no swearing in front of the cameras. Noted…”

“Monkey, you did it again,” Kyra snickers in amusement.

Smiling in realisation, you look at the media time guiltily, “Whoops. I did it again, didn’t I? My bad.” You apologise to them, scratching the back of your head awkwardly, “I guess you guys’ are gonna have a fair bit to edit, eh? Well at least we keep things lively around here!”

© scribblesofagoonerr

[lvnleah]

— christmas chaos buddies 🎄

a little Boxing Day treat featuring your two little favourites! written with @scribblesofagoonerr 💗 bit of a long one at 4.2k words

“Alright, Munchkin!” Beth said, hoisting you up onto her hip so you could see what was on offer at the canteen. “What would you like for your Christmas dinner?”

You looked at the food in front of you, wrinkling your nose. There were big dishes of turkey, potatoes, sausages, and vegetables that didn’t look anything like the ones you liked at home. 

You pointed at the rolls right away. “Bread please.”

Beth laughed softly, shaking her head. “You can’t just have bread, Roo. How about some turkey? Or potatoes? You eat the ones me and Mamma make at home!”

You glanced at the turkey and scrunched up your nose. It looked weird. “I don’t like it,” you mumbled.

“You haven’t even tried it,” Beth said, but she wasn’t really mad. “Come on, just a little bit.”

Next to you, Buddy was tugging on Leah’s hand, bouncing on her toes as she scanned the food, protesting about eating any of it, “I don’ want to eat it!” she announced, dramatically pointing ahead at the tray of steaming broccoli, “It smells funny!”

“Bubba, you have to try it,” Leah sighed, her voice already tired and definitely not in the mood to argue with a stubborn three-year-old, “I need you to at least try and eat one vegetable on your plate, okay?”

“Nooo!” Buddy whined, crossing her arms over her chest, “I don’ like it! It’ ugly, Mummy!”

“It might look ugly, but I promise you it tastes good,” Leah began to explain, trying to stifle her own amusement, “Why don’t you just try them?”

“I think she might have a point about the broccoli, Le,” Monkey chimed in, appearing the other side of Leah as she stood on her tiptoes and attempted to peer over her shoulder, “It looks proper rank and disgusting. I don’t blame her for not wanting to eat none of it.”

“See, Mummy! Monks’ said I don’ have to eat it!” Buddy exclaimed, adamant on her decision to not eat any of it, “Ou’ don’t even eat it either. Why do I’ have to?”

“You pair are a nightmare together,” Leah muttered to herself, shaking her head as she crouched down to Buddy’s level, “How about we just try and put a little bit on your plate, okay? Try it for Mummy.”

“No, I don’ wan’ it!” Buddy shot back, stomping her foot in protest, “If ‘ou don’t have it then neither do I!” she added, determined on her own opinion on the matter of broccoli.

Beth nudged you forward, “Okay, turkey for you. Maybe a few potatoes too?”

“Just the bread,” you tried again, but it was no use. The turkey and a scoop of mushy potatoes ended up on your plate anyway.

As soon as Leah wrestled some broccoli onto Buddy’s plate, you both made your way to the table. It was big and shiny with decorations, and everyone was already sitting down. You joined Lia, Steph and Monkey. Lia was chatting with Steph, Monkey was looking like she was up to something, and Vic was laughing at something Kyra said from the table beside you. Monkey was in a mood because Leah had banned her from sitting with Kyra as their recent antics had been a bit too much. 

Beth sat you on her lap, your plate in front of you. You poked at the potatoes with your fork. They looked mushy. “I don’t like these,” you whispered.

Beth kissed the top of your head. “Just try a little, Roo.”

Across the table, Buddy was already causing trouble. She was sitting on a chair on her knees, playing with her dinosaurs while Leah tried to get her to eat her dinner. 

“Roar!” Buddy shouted, making her plastic t-rex stomp on the table as it almost landed in her own dinner, “M’ t-rex don’ even wanna eat the smelly trees!”

“Bubba, come on, it’s time to put the dinosaurs away now,” Leah attempted to coax Buddy into eating her own dinner, “You can play with them afterwards, okay?”

Buddy scrunched her nose up in disagreement, “I’ no wan eat them smelly green trees! ‘Ou don’ even eat them yourself!”

Leah’s eyes widened at the sass from her three-year-old, “Buddy!”

Monkey snorted from across the table, “Touche, little Buddy,” she leaned across and high-fived the three-year-old, “Nice one!”

“Don’t encourage her,” Leah shot Monkey a look that could have turned her to stone, however, Monkey just continued to grin in amusement, “Bubba, please just try and eat something. How about the carrots instead?”

“They’ gross as well!” Buddy continued to scrunch her face up in disgust, “I wan’ beige food!”

“Well… She’s definitely your kid, Le,” Beth chimed in, amusedly.

“Unbelievable,” Leah muttered, shaking her head as she practically gave up on the idea of getting Buddy to eat any kind of vegetable at this point.

Meanwhile, you were still sitting on Beth’s lap, poking at your potatoes as if they might come alive. Beth sighed softly, guiding your hand with hers to bring a small forkful to your mouth. “Come on, Roo. Just one bite. I promise it’s not that bad.”

You scrunched up your nose but reluctantly took a nibble. It wasn’t as awful as you thought, but you weren’t about to admit that. “It’s okay,” you said, which for you was practically a five-star review.

Beth beamed, “See? I told you!”

Leah glanced over, noticing your tiny triumph, “Look, Bubba, Roo’s being brave and eating new things. Why don’t you try, and you can be brave as well?”

“Nooo!” Buddy shook her head firmly in disagreement.

“Why don’t you eat the potatoes, little miss? They’re very beige,” Beth attempted to help Leah out as Buddy squinted, looking sceptical at it before proceeding to nod, “There we go, we have some luck!” She joked.

“I’ eat off your plate!” Buddy declared, before prompting to take a spoonful of mashed potato off Leah’s plate, “Mm’ it yummy, Mummy!”

“Well I’m glad you at least like the mashed potato,” Leah chuckled, failing to hide her amusement as she now had no choice but to allow Buddy to eat off her own plate, happy as long as she was eating.

You leaned back against Beth’s chest, deciding you were done with the potatoes. That’s when your eyes wandered to the plate next to you—Steph’s.

You reached out tentatively, but Beth caught your wrist. “Roo,” she whispered, her voice both amused and warning as you tried to steal some peas.

You looked up at her with your best innocent eyes. “Just one?”

“Roo, no,” Beth laughed, “If you want some I’ll go get you some, okay?”

You sighed and leaned against Beth’s chest again as she started talking to Lia who was sitting on the other side of the table. When she wasn’t looking you reached over to Steph’s plate and stole a couple peas.  

“Hey!” Steph suddenly turned, catching you red-handed. “Are you stealing my peas?”

You froze for a second, “Nooo?” you giggled. 

Steph raised an eyebrow, her smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Oh really? Because it sure looks like you’re stealing my peas, little Munchkin.”

“Roo!” Beth gasped dramatically, “Are you being a little pea monster?”

You giggled, shaking your head, “Nooo!”

“You’re a little monster!” Beth said, tickling your sides. You giggled as you squirmed in Beth’s lap, slowly slipping off before you were fully standing. 

“Mummy, I’m bored!” You huffed as you stood beside Beth, “I’m done eating.” 

Beth looked at your half-empty plate and then down at you, her eyebrow raised. “Done already? What about your turkey? Or those potatoes you actually liked a minute ago?”

You crossed your arms and shook your head stubbornly. “I’m done, Mummy.”

“Do you not want any more turkey?”

You scrunched up your nose again and looked back at your plate. “Do I have to?”

Beth leaned down and kissed the top of your head before pulling you back up onto her lap. “Just a couple more bites, Roo. Then you can be officially done, okay?”

You huffed dramatically but picked up your fork, poking at the potatoes one more time. You sat on Beth’s lap and started to munch on some turkey, actually liking it this time. 

It wasn’t all that long before Buddy got bored of eating off Leah’s own plate and decided she was done with sitting on the chair.

“Roar!” Buddy shouted aloud, standing on the chair as she held a dinosaur in each of them before proceeding to make them stomp across the table, “Roaaaar!”

“Buddy, bubba, sit down,” Leah exhaled a sigh and rubbed her temple, “Everyone else around the table is still eating. I’m sure they don’t want to end up with a dinosaur in their dinner, do they?”

“I’ pretending to be a dino’daur, Mummy!” Buddy was eccentric, continuing to make her dinosaurs stomp across the table as one nearly fell directly into a plateful of gravy.

However, as soon as Buddy caught sight that you had nearly finished the last bit of your turkey, she had another bright idea, “Me an’ Roo go see everyone else!”

“Not yet, bubba,” Leah began to say, her tone of voice firm but Buddy had already hopped down from her chair, “Buddy, come back here please.”

“What’s the worst that can happen,” Beth joked with the blonde.

“Be careful,” Leah called over, exhaling a sigh as she went back to eating the remainder of her dinner after Buddy had finished picking at it.

“Just don’t cause too much trouble,” Beth called after you both as you slid down from her lap and immediately followed Buddy. 

“Come on Roo!” Buddy squealed with delight, dragging you toward the next table where Katie, Caitlin and Kyra were seated, “Hi, ‘Ra!”

“Hi, pipsqueak!” Kyra grinned, scooping down to lift the three-year-old onto her lap, “And what’re you two up to?”

“I’ be eatin’ my Mummy’s dinner!” Buddy grinned, proud of herself for eating at least some kind of dinner, before she got restless and proceeded to wriggle over to plonk herself on Katie’s lap, “What ‘ou eating Auntie Katie?”

Katie looked down at her plate, then at Buddy, eyebrows raised. “I’ve got carrots, potatoes, and turkey. Do yer wanna try some?”

Buddy scrunched her nose up, “Nooo! Carrots’ gross! Do ‘ou have chips? Me like them!”

Katie laughed. “Chips? At Christmas dinner? What do yer think this is, a takeaway?”

Buddy crossed her arms over her chest and leant against Katie’s chest dramatically, “It’ be better if there were chips!”

“The green things are smelly!” You added in as you climbed up onto Caitlin’s lap beside Katie. 

Alessia raised an eyebrow, “Green things?”

“The trees!” you explained, your voice filled with mock disgust.

Caitlin laughed, wrapping her arms loosely around your waist to keep you from sliding off her lap. “What’s wrong with broccoli? It’s good for you!”

Buddy shook her head fiercely from where she was perched on Katie’s lap, “Nuh-uh. Broccoli look like smelly trees! Mummy said I’ hav’ to try it, but I’ don’ wan it!”

“You should try it. It’s good for yer’ Tiny,” Katie chuckled.

“Nooo way!” Buddy giggled, turning to Katie, “Do ‘ou like smelly trees?”

Katie smirked, “Love ’em. They’re my favorite part of the meal.”

“You’re lying!” you giggled, narrowing your eyes suspiciously at Katie.

Caitlin laughed so hard she nearly choked on her drink. “Oh, you’ve got her figured out, Roo. Katie’s not fooling anyone!”

“Ou’ no’ lie Auntie Katie! It’ naughty!” Buddy insisted, peering up to look at Katie, “Ou’ can’ lie or Santa won’ come!”

“Course I do!” Katie said with a wink, though the way she quickly reached for her water to wash it down made you and Buddy burst into laughter.

“Ou’ lying!” Buddy declared, her voice triumphant as she threw her hands in the air.

“Lying’s naughty,” you added, leaning back in Caitlin’s arms with a cheeky grin. 

Kyra smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Oh, they’ve got you there, Katie. Imagine being called out by a three and five-year-old. What’s next, them doing a protest outside the canteen?”

“We do that!” Buddy insisted, her eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Oh no, no, no,” Caitlin said quickly, pulling you a little closer to keep you from getting any ideas. 

“We do’ it an’ protest again… against da’ smelly trees!” Buddy was already bouncing on Katie’s lap with a plot in mind, “We’ make signs. Monks’ can help! Roo, ‘ou can yell into the loud thing–”

“A ‘egaphone!” you supplied, giggling.

Katie shook her head, trying not to laugh as she put a hand on Buddy’s shoulder to steady her. “Alright, you two, enough of that. I’m not getting in trouble because you started a riot over vegetables.”

“Ugh,” Buddy sighed dramatically, flopping back against Katie, “Come on, Roo. Let’ go an’ find someone’ else!”

You slid off Caitlin's lap, saying your goodbyes as you grabbed Buddy’s hand. The two of you ran around a few tables before you and Buddy scurried over to Amanda and Vic, who were sitting together with Amanda’s baby, Mila, cradled in Amanda’s arms. Mila was tiny, Amanda had only been back for a few weeks but you had been completely obsessed with her. 

“Hi!” Buddy announced her entrance, loud as predicated, “We ‘ere! We see baby?” She asked eagerly.

“Hello, double trouble!” Vic giggled as she helped Buddy climb onto the seat beside her. 

“Baby Mila!” You squealed as you noticed the baby looking at you from Amanda’s lap. 

Buddy continued to look at Mila in Amanda’s arms, “She so small! Why is she’ like that?” She exclaimed, confused.

“She’s only three months old,” Amanda said softly, smiling as she adjusted Mila in her arms as she looked between you and Buddy. “Babies are very little when they’re first born.”

Buddy continued to tilt her head in confusion, “I’ no like that when I little?”

“Oh, you definitely were,” Leah chimed in, crouching beside Buddy as she wrapped her free arm around the three-year-old to keep her steady, “You were once a little tiny baby just like Mila is now, Bubba.”

“Why does she have no teeth?” you asked, pointing at Mila’s gummy smile.

“Babies don’t get teeth until they’re a bit older,” Vic explained, leaning over to tickle Mila’s belly gently. “She’ll get them when she’s ready.”

Buddy’s curiosity got the better of her, trying to reach her hand out as it stopped short of touching Mila’s face, “Can I’ touch her? She won’ bite me, will she?”

“No biting,” Amanda said with a laugh. “You can touch her gently, though. Be very careful, okay?”

“I’ can do that!” Buddy promptly nodded, seriously as her little fingers brushed over Mila’s hand, “She’ so soft! Why don’ she talk?”

“She’s too little to talk right now,” Amanda explained patiently. “But one day, she’ll learn words just like you and Roo.”

“Can she walk?” you asked, your curiosity endless.

“No, Roo,” Vic said, chuckling. “She can’t walk yet either. Babies have to learn how to crawl and then walk when they get bigger.”

“Does she eat smelly trees?” Buddy questioned, wrinkling her nose dramatically.

“Nope,” Amanda said with a laugh. “Mila only drinks milk right now. No smelly broccoli for her.”

“She lucky, cos’ they be’ gross!” Buddy muttered, crossing her arms and looking at Leah pointedly.

“What does she do?” you asked, leaning closer.

Amanda smiled. “She sleeps, eats, and sometimes cries. And she loves cuddles.”

“I’ show her my dino’daurs?” Buddy didn’t hesitate to wait for an answer before eagerly grabbing it and shoving it directly in front of Mila’s face, “I’ show her the t-rex! It’ be loud like me!”

Amanda shook her head gently. “She’s too little to play right now, Buddy.”

“Why no’ play?” Buddy frowned, clearly unimpressed that Mila didn’t do all that much, “She’ borin’ if she no’ do nothin’!”

“She’s just a baby,” Vic teased, nudging Buddy lightly. “You were the same way once.”

Buddy continued to frown at Mila, a small pout plastered on her face, before attempting to try and win Mila over with her beloved dinosaur in her hand, “Look, Mi’a! Roaaaar!” She shouted, her voice loud and excited.

Mila immediately scrunched up her face, her little bottom lip wobbling before a loud wail escaped her.

“Me’ no like how loud she is!” Buddy exclaimed, dropping her dinosaur from her hand and planting her hands directly over her ears, “Mummy! Turn her off, p’ease. Me no’ like it!”

“Bubba,” Leah groaned, scooping Buddy up into her arms before she could attempt to make any more loud noise, “Remember what I said about using our inside voices, hmm? Mila’s very little right now, and we don’t want to scare her now, do we?”

“But I’ just showin’ her my dino’daurs Mummy!” Buddy protested, feigning her innocence, “I’ no get why she no’ like them though!”

“Baby Mila sad?” you said, your eyes wide as you watched Amanda bounce Mila gently to calm her.

Beth came over and crouched beside you, pulling you closer. “Babies are very sensitive. You have to be extra gentle around them, she’ll be okay in a minute.”

“Do you think you can say sorry to Mila for making her cry, Bubba?” Leah coaxed Buddy to apologise to the tiny baby in Amanda’s arms, “I’m sure if it happened to you then you wouldn’t like it either, would you?”

“I’ sorry, Baby Mila,” Buddy pouted, looking genuinely sorry about scaring her.

Amanda smiled softly, rocking Mila in her arms until she settled. “It’s okay, Buddy. She’ll be alright.”

“Right, come on my little dino, how about we give it another attempt to eat some broccoli, hmm?” Leah tried her luck to wrangle Buddy to eat her own dinner, having the advantage of still having her in her arms, “Even dinos’ need to eat their greens, remember?”

“Fine, if I must,” Buddy huffed dramatically, reluctant to eat but having no choice as she’s set back down in her chair, “But if I’ eat them then so do ‘ou as well, Mummy. It only fair. Deal?”

Leah’s own face fell at her three years old’s words, and knew she wouldn’t be able to get out of that one now, “Deal, Bubba,” She agreed, reluctantly eating a forkful of broccoli and trying to not scrunch her face up in disgust at the taste of it in her mouth, “Mm’ this is really nice, I think you’ll definitely like it, bubba!”

“Ou’ no like it either, Mummy!” Buddy barely even ate a bit of it and screwed her own face up in disgust, “It’ no nice, Mummy. ‘Ou no fool no more! It’ yucky and gross! It’ goes in bin!” No more hesitation to climb down from the table, grab her plate in her hand and toddle over to the bin and toss it in.

“Buddy, you barely touched anything on your plate,” Leah chided, shaking her head in disbelief, “Now what are you going to have to eat instead?”

“I’ eat crisps and chocolate!” Buddy declared, promptly while puffing out her chest, “I’ no where there’s secret snacks! Come on Roo, we’ go find Monks’ locker an’ get snacks out!”

“I… I don’t know what she’s even talking about,” Monkey tried to feign her innocence, holding her hands up in mock surrender, while narrowing her eyes to look dead at Buddy, “I thought you and I had a deal, huh? You little snitch.”

“I’ no stitch, I just hungy now!” Buddy insisted, mispronouncing the word and pouting in disagreement as she proceeded to tug on Monkey’s arm, “‘Elp’ us please, Monks’!”

“I want chocolate as well!” Your eyes lit up in excitement at the prospect of sneaking chocolate out of Monkey’s secret stash in her locker. “Can we eat all of it?”

“You little rascals can’t steal all of my chocolate! What will I eat?” Monkey exaggerated a dramatic sigh, “So unbelievable!”

“Nooo! It’s our chocolate!” You said with determination through fits of giggles, “You have to share it with us, Monkey! Tell her Mummy!” You turned to look at Beth to back you up. “Sharing caring!”

“Before you run off and eat any chocolate, you need to finish eating your dinner first, remember?” Beth joked, tickling your sides which earned another fit of laughter. 

“Even the carrots?” You scrunched your face up in disgust, side-eyeing them on the plate.

“Even the carrots,” Beth chuckled, nodding in agreement, “Sooner you eat them then sooner you can run off and find some chocolate from someone!”

“I don’t like it, but fine, I guess I will try,” You dramatically leaned against Beth’s chest as you ate the smallest mouthful of carrot on your fork, “It’s not that bad, but it’s still gross!”

Just then, you heard a familiar voice behind you, and before you could turn around, you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Guess what, Roo?” Kyra’s playful voice cut through the chatter, and you turned around to see her grinning at you, looking mischievous 

“What?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I heard there might be some leftover chocolate pudding for dessert,” Kyra said, her grin turning into a wink. “Wanna help me sneak some?”

Your eyes widened. “Chocolate pudding?”

“Uh-huh!” Kyra nodded, then looked around to make sure no one was listening. “You in?”

You looked over at Leah and then at Beth, who were too busy with the rest of the table to notice. With a cheeky grin, you nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!”

Buddy quickly chimed in. “I’ help! Me like chocolate!”

The two of you ran off with Kyra who helped you get some chocolate cake each which the pair of you ate in the corner, giggling away. Soon enough, you and Beth were on your way home. 

“Hi Mamma!” You grinned and Viv’s face popped up on the screen. You held Beth’s phone in front of you as you sat in your car seat.  

“Hi, lieverd!” Viv’s warm smile lit up the screen as she waved at you. “Did you have fun today with Mummy and everyone?”

“Yeah!” you exclaimed, leaning closer to the phone. “We had carrots. They were gross, but I ate some! And then Kyra gave me chocolate cake!”

“Chocolate cake?” Viv raised her eyebrows, feigning surprise. “Was it good?”

“Uh-huh, so yummy!” you nodded enthusiastically, “But Buddy wanted to steal all of Monkey’s chocolate first. She’s a chocolate monster!”

Beth’s laugh rang through the car as she listened to your conversation with Viv, “How’s Manchester?”

“Quiet, compared to your chaos,” Viv teased, but her expression softened. “I miss you both.”

“I miss you too, Mamma,” you said, your voice softening. “Are you coming home soon?”

“I’ll be home in a few days, Roo,” Viv reassured you. “And when I get there, we’ll do something special, just us three. How does that sound?”

“Can we have pancakes?” you asked, your eyes lighting up.

“Pancakes it is,” Viv promised with a nod.

“Baby Mila is cute, Mamma!” You told Viv, “She loud though, Buddy didn’t like her crying and wanted to turn her off! She’s tiny.”

Viv laughed at that, shaking her head. “Oh, Buddy wanted to turn her off, did she? I can imagine her face saying that. Babies can be loud sometimes, Roo.”

“Yeah but Mila still cute!” You nodded, “She has tiny hands! I held her, Mamma, and she grabbed my finger!” you added excitedly.

“She already loves you,” Viv said warmly. “You’re so gentle with babies, Roo.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m a big girl now!” you declared proudly.

Beth smiled, glancing at you through the rearview mirror. “That’s right, Roo. You’re so good with little ones.”

“I wish you were here too, Mamma,” you said, your voice softening.

“I know, lieverd,” Viv said, her own tone gentle. “But I’ll be back before you know it. And when I am, we’ll have all the pancakes and chocolate cake you want. Deal?”

“Deal!” you grinned.

“Alright, Roo,” Beth said, taking the phone back gently. “Say bye to Mamma.”

“Bye, Mamma! I love you!” you said, blowing a kiss to the screen.

“I love you too, mijn meisje,” Viv replied, catching your kiss with her hand. “Be good for Mummy, okay? I’ll phone you later.”

“Okay, Mamma!” you grinned, bouncing in your car seat with excitement. 

Beth chuckled, saying her own goodbyes before hanging up the phone and tucking it back into her pocket. She glanced at you, “Ready to go inside, Roo?”

You nodded eagerly, “Yep! And we’re having pancakes when Mamma gets home!”

“That’s right,” Beth said with a smile, “But first, how about we watch a movie before bath time?”

“Yeah!” You nodded as Beth got out of the car to unstrap you, “Only if I can have popcorn though!”

“Deal,” Beth said, opening the car door. “Let’s get inside, then.”

As the two of you walked inside, you chattered away about everything you’d seen and done today, the promise of pancakes and dinosaurs filling your thoughts. Beth smiled as she listened, already looking forward to the next few days when the whole family would be together again.

[cheftsunoda]

my boyfriend’s pretty cool but he’s not as cool as me

smau

oscar piastri x !dancer reader

lando norris x best friend reader

in which lando’s childhood best friend is one of the most well known dancer’s/choreographer’s in the world— she has choreographed tours for beyonce, kendrick lamar, sza—etc— when she comes to visit lando in the paddock during a tour break—a certain teammate catches her eye—it leaves the internet and lando baffled on how he managed to pull her.

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hello guys— I am busy working on secrets rn but I had this in my drafts and figured I’d give you guys something while you wait. requests are always open pookies 💋

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fc : pamela hughes

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gnx tour 📍

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yourusername : gnx tourrrr mamassss!! massive thank you to kenny and solana for giving me the opportunity to not only dance on this tour but to choreograph a huge majority of it — I love you both and you both have been such a huge inspiration to me <3 this has been one of the best opportunities of my life and i am so grateful every single day.

lando : bub!!!! this is so huge! so so proud of you

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yourusername : love you lan!! see you soon 💋

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username: omgomg yn paddock appearance??

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username2 : are her and lando dating??

username : they are childhood besties

lewishamilton : Absolutely incredible. Love to see it 🖤

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yourusername : thank you lewis!! so excited to see you

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sza : love you and your beautiful soul sooooo much🦋 you are such an incredible talent and i wouldn’t want anyone else to do the job

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yourusername : love you forever and ever — the most special angel 🐞

kikagomes : i have been DYING to see you again— come to alpine?🥹

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alpinef1team : pleaseeeeee

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mclaren : she stays with us.

yourusername : you guys can share me,, i want to see my keeks😻

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alexandrasaintmleux : sooooo proud of you! cant wait to see you mon ange

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yourusername : my heartttt ily

kendricklamar : The best in the business. All the love for you.

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yourusername : the GOAT. thank you for believing in me.

username : when you get back from tour will you start master classes again???

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yourusername : absolutely! so excited to teach again!

oscarpiastri : Excited to meet you, finally. Big fan of your work.

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yourusername : same to you oscar! seems you’re having a stellar season so far😎

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lando : osc trying to be sly 😁

oscarpiastri : leave lando

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charles_leclerc : alex said to tell you to hurry up and hand her over

lando : bro all she is talking about is your girlfriend it’s like she didn’t even miss me — driving her over now 😔

charles_leclerc : yay my wife 😚😚💋💋 - alex

oscarpiastri : She’ll be in the paddock tomorrow?

lando : yes lover boy she will

oscarpiastri: Shut up, Lando. I’m just preparing myself to meet the girl version of you.

lando : sureeeee😁

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The air was thick with salt and heat—Miami’s signature cocktail. Palm trees leaned toward the track like eager fans, and the bass of engines vibrated beneath the soles of my sneakers as I stepped out of the black car. The paddock swarmed with movement: crew members, journalists, influencers dressed like it was fashion week, and the ever-present scent of gasoline and competition.

I kept my hood up—not because I needed to hide, but because it felt surreal being here, back in his world. Tour life had been nonstop: Tokyo, Berlin, São Paulo. Sold-out shows. Headlines. Backstage chaos. But I hadn’t seen Lando in person in almost a year. Not since that night we sat on the rooftop in Monaco, passing a bag of chips and talking about everything except our careers.

Now I was here, finally. And I was nervous. Which was ridiculous. He was Lando. My best friend since we were seven. The one who dared me to audition for my first dance academy. The one who called me right before my first solo show, whispering “You’ve got this,” like it was a promise.

A buzz passed through the paddock crowd. I looked up.

There he was.

Walking straight toward me with that grin—lazy, lopsided, utterly him. His race suit tied around his waist, curls messy, eyes sharp behind the sunglasses he pulled off the second he saw me.

“You actually came.”

His voice broke through the noise, and in that moment, the engines, the cameras, the heat—it all melted away.

“You think I’d miss you racing in Miami?” I dropped my bag just in time for him to scoop me into a hug that lifted me off the ground.

“You’re heavier than you used to be,” he joked, squeezing me tighter.

“I’m stronger than I used to be,” I fired back, laughing.

He set me down but didn’t let go. “God, I missed you.”

I pulled back enough to see his face—flushed, sun-kissed, and that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. “You look good,” I said.

“So do you. Better, actually. Must be that stage lighting.” He poked my shoulder. “Or maybe all those standing ovations.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’ve been watching the shows?”

“Every one I could— bits and pieces on tik tok. You kill every performance. Kendrick’s lucky to have you.” He paused, then added more quietly, “But I’m luckier.”

A silence hung between us, not awkward, but heavy with years of shared history. All the missed birthdays, the FaceTimes from hotel rooms, the stupid memes sent at 2 a.m. We’d grown up and grown famous—but we’d never grown apart.

“You look like you’re in your element,” I said, gesturing toward the chaos of the paddock.

“I am. But,” he tilted his head, “it’s better now.”

“Because of me?”

“Because you’re here,” he said, like it was obvious. “You always show up when it counts.”

He slung an arm around my shoulders. “Come on. I want to show you the garage—and maybe steal you for the driver’s parade tomorrow. You know, if you’re not busy headlining the world.”

I nudged him with my elbow. “Lead the way, Norris.”

And as we walked deeper into the paddock, the sound of engines roared louder—but nothing drowned out the quiet, steady rhythm of coming home.

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The McLaren garage was a different kind of chaos. Engineers speaking in quick bursts. Monitors flickering with data that looked like hieroglyphs to me. The hum of focus in the air—pure, precise.

Lando led the way, his voice cutting through the noise as he introduced me to the crew like I was royalty. “She’s family,” he kept saying, and they all nodded like they already knew. Maybe they did. Cameras followed us, but I was used to that. It was the vibe in here that threw me—intense, but somehow… inviting.

And then he walked in.

Helmet tucked under his arm, race suit half-zipped. Brown hair slightly tousled, brows knit in thought until he glanced up—and saw me.

Oscar Piastri.

I knew the name, of course. Rookie no more. Calm, clinical, fast as hell. Lando had talked about him in that complicated way he talks about people he respects but also wants to beat. But he hadn’t mentioned that Oscar was… cute. Unfairly cute. And tall. And had dimples, which—honestly—should be illegal.

Lando grinned wider, catching the pause. “Oscar! Come meet the real star of the weekend.”

Oscar looked between us, a little cautious, like he wasn’t sure if he was about to be pranked. “There she is,” he said with a smile, offering a hand. “Lando has told me so much about you.”

I blinked at him, then laughed. “And Lando told me you are ‘weirdly good at not talking.’”

He smirked—dimples on full display. “That sounds accurate.”

Our handshake lingered. Just long enough for both of us to realize it. Then we dropped hands quickly, both pretending not to notice.

“I saw the Brazil show,” Oscar said. “It was… unreal.”

“You watched it?” I tilted my head, a little surprised.

“Lando made me. Then I watched the rest on my own.” He shrugged, trying to look casual. Failing slightly. “You move like you’re not even human.”

“Neither do you,” I said before I could stop myself.

His eyes flicked up to mine—surprised. A slow smile. “Touché.”

I was suddenly very aware of how close we were standing. Of how good he smelled—something clean and sharp, like adrenaline and fresh laundry. I crossed my arms, needing to do something with them.

Lando narrowed his eyes like he was watching a tennis match. “Am I interrupting something here, or…?”

Oscar stepped back half a step. I did too. Guilty.

“Not at all,” I said, way too fast.

“Definitely not,” Oscar echoed.

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Right. Okay. I’m gonna go check tire data. You two—try not to combust or whatever that was.”

He walked off, muttering something about “chemistry I did not authorize,” and I turned back to Oscar, trying not to smile too hard.

“So,” I said, shifting on my feet. “Is this where you pretend to be mysterious and brooding, or are you gonna show me what a car looks like up close?”

Oscar grinned. “Depends. Are you impressed by carbon fiber and too many buttons?”

I smirked. “Try me.”

He led me toward the car, gesturing like a tour guide. I followed, but my heart was beating faster than it should’ve been for a garage tour. There was something about the way he moved—confident but careful. Like he was always thinking two steps ahead.

“You know,” he said over his shoulder, “Lando said you were off-limits.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Did he now?”

Oscar glanced back, and his smile was downright dangerous. “Yeah. I’m terrible at listening.”

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The party was still going—somewhere behind the hospitality suites, i could hear the bass thumping, people shouting, champagne spraying. But Oscar wasn’t there.

I found him behind the McLaren garage, sitting on the edge of a stacked tire rack, still in his fireproofs, hair damp, champagne-stained suit unzipped to the waist. The golden Miami sunset lit the side of his face, casting long shadows behind him. The world was buzzing around him, but he looked like he’d stepped out of it completely.

“You’re hiding,” I said softly, stepping into his little pocket of silence.

He looked up—eyes tired, chest still rising a little too fast—and when he saw me, he didn’t smile right away. Just exhaled like i was the thing he didn’t realize he needed.

“I needed a second,” he said. “Before the noise catches up to me again.”

I walked over and stood between his knees, my hand brushing his. “Oscar, you won.”

He blinked slowly, then nodded. “Yeah.”

“But you don’t look happy.”

He looked down at his gloves in his lap, twisting one between his fingers. “I am. I just… I don’t know. You dream of a moment like this, and then it happens, and it feels—” He stopped himself. “It’s a lot.”

I didn’t speak. Just reached for his jaw gently, tilting his face back to mine.

“You don’t have to be anything right now,” I said. “Not the golden boy. Not the winner. Just… you.”

That broke something open in him. His shoulders dropped. His hand came up and slid behind my waist, pulling me in closer.

“You were the only person I wanted to see after the podium,” he murmured.

I smiled softly. “Took you long enough.”

“I didn’t want to see you like… this,” he admitted. “All sweaty and gross.”

I leaned in, forehead resting gently against his. “You just won a Grand Prix. You’re allowed to be gross.”

He laughed quietly, then stilled. “You being here—it made it feel different. Better.”

I let my fingers thread through his hair. “You made it feel real. And watching you today… I think I stopped breathing for a few laps.”

He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his voice low. “I wanted to kiss you the second I laid eyes on you.”

I tilted my head, pulse skipping. “What’s stopping you now?”

He didn’t answer.

He just kissed me—soft and certain.

And for once, the chaos could wait.

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miami 📍

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yourusername : miami you were a slay — so proud of my little orange minions on a 1-2 — congrats boys 💋

lando : i am so hurt by the hat. take it off NEOWW.

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yourusername : ur so overdramatic #sassymanapocalypse

yourusername : and oscar gave me that one so he could put on his podium cap…you could’ve given me yours if you wanted

lando : i just think you should support your best friend sorry if that makes me sassy

username : bro she was just wearing quadrant merch at her last rehearsal

username2: and she was wearing an ln4 hoodie in the airport

yourusername : ^^tea

lando : okay im sorry im sorry i dont think before I behave

oscarpiastri : we know.

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oscarpiastri : Who knew you’d end up being my good luck charm?

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yourusername : you don’t need luck when you’re already insanely talented ;)

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username5 : is mr. ‘no words’ piastri flirting with her?

lando : i hope not 🤮

username10 : you look SO GOOD. eat them up pretty

kikagomes : i love you so much !! pierre and I can’t wait to come to the next show:)

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yourusername : love you keeks 🤩

sza : hurry up and get back to us babes!! one show without you was enough

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yourusername : omw mamas

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f1gossipgirls : Pierre Gasly, Charles Leclerc, Alexandra Saint Mleux, Kika Gomes, Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri all attended the Grand National tour this evening which is fully choreographed by Lando’s Best Friend, Y/N L/N. She is also in the show!

username : oh Oscar is so down bad

username2 : that man never ever goes to public events like this

username5 : let alone looking as happy as he does now

username10 : guys he is just supporting Lando’s friend cmonnnn

username2 : unlikely^^

username12 : it’s so cute how much the grid supports her

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username8 : I heard lewis was there too

username7 : he was!!

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{caption 1 : good shots, mate. @/lando.jpg} {caption 2 : yourusername, you are insanely talented— i am blown away by you}

yourusername : thank you sm for coming osc— the pre show kiss really helped

oscarpiastri : anything for you, princess. love watching you do what you love

hattiepiastri : so jealous. you don’t deserve to be in the presence of yn or sza. especially sza

oscarpiastri : jealousy is a disease hattie

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oscarpiastri

liked by hattiepiastri, lando, yourusername & 1,257,543 others.

oscarpiastri: Life’s pretty good.

username : this man is attempting to soft launch and all he says is “life’s pretty good” 😭

oscarpiastri: it’s a “soft” launch for a reason

username5 : i love sassy osc

hattiepiastri : im tagging mum

oscarpiastri : stop being a snitch

hattiepiastri : @/nicolepiastri

oscarpiastri : fuck

nicolepiastri : oscar give me a call right now please

lando : oscy boy is in loveeeee

username : with your best friend bro bro

lando : what r u talking about that isn’t yn

username2 : lando is so so oblivious sometimes

aussiegrit : 😉

username5 : MARK WHAT DO YOU KNOW

aussiegrit : Oscar never shares about his love life and he finally did and I am not gonna make him regret it. My lips are sealed.

nicolepiastri : Mark call me

aussiegrit : Dialing right now

username : AHSJWN^^

oscarpiastri : never again

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yourusername : fun stuff

lando : wait a minute

yourusername : what hoe

lando : who r u even dating

lando : why haven’t we discussed this

yourusename : you’ve never asked pookie

lando : answer my facetime

alexandrasaintmleux: you are so stunning it’s unreal

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yourusername : that’s all you angel

username : the caption is so oscar coded could they be anymore obvious

sza : oh my gooddd ur so beautiful

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yourusename : says you omg 😭

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f1gossipgirls : Oscar Piastri and Y/N L/N were seen together in Australia…getting rather cozy with each other

username : I did not need this to confirm what I already knew

username2 : they r so cute together

lando : huh

username : LANDO-

username7 : baby we all knew we tried to tell you

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liked by oscarpiastri, lando, nicolepiastri & 5,254,208 others.

yourusername : my boyfriend is pretty cool

(our child lando is still adjusting, be kind)

oscarpiastri: not as cool as you pretty girl

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yourusername : mymanmymanmyman i love u sm

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oscarpiastri : love you too sweetheart

lando : as betrayed and disgusted as I am— you guys are cute ig

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yourusername : lan honey the internet literally tried to tell you 100 times

lando : when I get told something I don’t want to hear I act like it never happened

oscarpiastri : a literal toddler

lando : you both will never escape me 😁

sza : so happy for you queen!

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nicolepiastri : convinced you made my son 100 times cooler

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hattiepiastri : agreed

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oscarpiastri : gee thanks

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yourusername : love you both !! pilates next week nicole??

nicolepiastri : Absolutely!

username : Oscar are you nervous for your mom and girlfriend to hang out without you?

oscarpiastri : not really, they already gossip about me all the time.

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oscarpiastri

liked by yourusername, aussiegrit, lando & 2,264,432 others.

oscarpiastri : now I can kiss her in public all I want

lando : that is not what this means

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oscarpiastri : please don’t start again

lando : I was the one who said off limits and you heard OH make her your girlfriend

oscarpiastri : yes I hear what I want

yourusername : bickering like an old couple

liked by author and lando

aussiegrit : oh good I couldn’t keep the secret anymore

oscarpiastri : you literally didn’t — you told my mum

aussiegrit : doesn’t count — she scared the information out of me

nicolepiastri: you act like I threatened you

aussiegrit : I wouldn’t say you didn’t

logansargeant : Happy for you guys!

liked by author and yourusername

yourusername : does this mean I can be thirsty for you on Twitter now?

liked by author

lando : NO

oscarpiastri : yep

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reckless - ln4

lando norris x verstappen!singer!reader smau

summary a sliiiight misunderstanding caused by yn made max go mad and almost commit murder warnings cursing fc sabrina carpenter taglist @jaydaaasworld notes requested!🌷 i’ve been dying to get to this request but i’ve had no time and no inspiration 😭 hope you like it!

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ynverstappen abt last week ! btw “reckless” is officially out <3

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user no lando pic, no lando like, promoting reckless, not denying the allegations. i’m afraid it’s truly over

user i’m a child of divorce

user the pic with max tho😭

user he’s such an older brother🙏🏻

user i’m legit so sad over this

maxverstappen1 😊

user 😊 = “the body is buried”

user lando i love you but i’m choosing mum’s side on the divorce

lilymhe my beautiful girl😍

ynverstappen love u lils see u on sunday 💘

user HUH??????

user TF YOU MEAN SEE YOU ON SUNDAY

landonorris

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landonorris when you spend a few days away without a phone and your lovely girlfriend lets everyone believe you’re an asshole and suddenly you’re the internet’s most hated person and you have death threats in your messages 🙃

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user HELLOOOOO???????

ynverstappen1 I’M SORRY BABY IT WAS JUST SO FUN TO SEE MAX FREAKING TF OUT

maxverstappen1 not funny. didn’t laugh

landonorris i second that

maxverstappen1 don’t second me i’m still mad at you

landonorris I. DIDN’T. DO. ANYTHING.

ynverstappen i love you please forgive me🥺

landonorris no

landonorris okay just because you’re like really hot

ynverstappen well that was easy

ynverstappen posting that last pic is evil tho i showed you that in confidence.

landonorris is what you deserve

maxverstappen1 what was with you and those glasses

ynverstappen it was a phase max move on🙄

carlossainz55 you almost needed bodyguards to walk around the paddock😂😂

maxverstappen1 at least he knows not to mess around now

landonorris i didn’t intend to who do you think i am mate cmon

user MOM AND DAD ARE STILL TOGETHER?!???? SUICIDE PLANS ARE OFF

yourusername

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ynverstappen yes we are still together no max didn’t murder him

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maxverstappen1 i tried to

landonorris dude😞

landonorris i love but you almost got me killed love

ynverstappen the price you gotta pay❤️

user i don’t understand what happened here 😭

user right like what does “reckless” even mean

ynverstappen it’s a song i wrote years ago about someone very shitty, found it a few weeks ago and decided to retake it and release it :D

user girl why didn’t you clarify it wasn’t about lando since the beginning 😭

ynverstappen chaos is my fuel

user you are evil.

landonorris she is.

[cutieln4]

Pure Chaos Pt. 2 | F1 smau

f1 grid x driver!reader

summary: just more chaotic moments with the gen-z driver

fc: lia block

part 1 part 3 part 4 part 5