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i have basketball 6 days a week pookie 😊 no time for writing, and I don't have motivation anyways 😔

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Sunny Disposition

Bridget Carleton x Connecticut!Reader

Timeline’s messed up by like a year or two midway through the story but whatever

There will be a part 2 :)

Bridget knew you well before you had come to the W. She’d met you on the court in college, at the beginning of the season, when UConn had flown to Iowa for a game against Iowa State. You were the shortest on both teams, a 5 '4 point guard, with the sunniest smile she had ever seen. It was a sweet, genuine grin that even Geno couldn’t help but return, along with kind eyes that screamed trust. She could easily remember how you’d directed that smile at her when you’d shaken her hand before the game, giving an adorably quiet “good luck” before walking off to rejoin your teammates. It was refreshing to meet someone from a different team who was so friendly on the college basketball scene, but Bridget couldn’t help but feel a little bad- people like that tended to get eaten alive on the court. It was only natural, of course, since in sports, kindness was viewed as weakness.

That’s why she was surprised when the ball was passed to the top of the arc, and there you were, a downright scary scowl on your previously sweet face, and zero hesitation in your movements as you broke your defender’s ankles for a gorgeous step-back three. Bridget could remember thinking how cold that was, but it was nothing in comparison to what came at the end of the fourth quarter. Iowa State were on the attack, and their ball movement that particular possession had been flawless. It had gone from wing to wing, from in the paint to the top of the arc, and once the UConn defense had been spread far and thin, the ball was passed to Bridget inside the paint. She had taken the quickest of glances around her, but upon only seeing you in the paint with her, she went for the easy layup. After all, she towered over you. She was 6’1, and you were 5’4. There was no need to try and fake you out- you wouldn’t be able to block her anyway. So she jumped, letting the ball leave her hand, ready to run back on defense after the bucket.

But the bucket never came. Bridget remembered how, in the air, she’d blinked, and when she’d opened her eyes, the ball was gone. It had bounced out of bounds, picked up by the ref standing just outside the baseline. Your teammates had all slapped you (grinning, of course) on the back in excitement, yelling, and it was obvious that it was you who denied Bridget the layup- the small, sunny, 5 '4 guard who couldn’t touch the top of Bridget’s head on your tiptoes.

She’d probably watched the clips of that block a hundred times that week, when you’d jumped well over two and a half feet and spiked the ball far from the basket like a volleyball player. It was clear to her, after seeing that clip, that your vertical was some part of your training. Even when you ran, you were explosive, every step bouncy and strong. That’s why, three years later, when Bridget was in her second year in the W, and you were a senior in college, Bridget still watched your games. She was still so impressed by you and your unique but effective style of play- and she couldn’t deny she didn’t find you cute, either. Before, she’d really only watch your highlights, but now, she’d watch your interviews, your pre-game and post-game conference appearances, and your social media videos. You simply had all her attention- and it was the reason why she was so excited to see you drafted by the Connecticut Sun. You being drafted meant a chance to see you again, and this time, a chance to get to know you.

-

“-Phee, you’re guarding Y/L/N!” Cheryl yelled over the roar of the crowd at Target Center. “I don’t know what that girl’s on, but clearly no one else is capable of defending that tiny ass guard!” She gave a pointed look to Bridget, Alanna, and Kayla, and they all averted their gazes. “We’ve beat Connecticut countless times before, all we gotta do is shut down that UConn kid!”

Bridget snuck a glance over to the Sun’s bench, where the team was dispersing from their own huddle. You had a water bottle in hand, wiping the sweat off your face with a towel, somehow looking even better than you had in college. It wasn’t fair, Bridget thought, how captivating you were. She quickly returned her attention to the Lynx huddle as the team wrapped up, with her and the other starters heading back to the court. She shook her head, trying to get focused. The Lynx had a game to win.

-

The Lynx did not, in fact, end up winning, losing by an embarrassing 27 points to the Sun. You’d had a great game, zooming past whoever was guarding you and either making the tough shot over defenders, or making the pass to an open teammate. It was especially lethal when you chucked the ball to Marina Mabrey, who was known for her three-point shooting capabilities. That combined with a strong Connecticut defense had been too much for the Lynx, and the game had ended much differently than was expected.

“Good game,” you shook Bridget’s hand, smiling at her, and she prayed she wasn’t red in the face- it was the same smile you’d had on your face the first time she saw you at the UConn vs Iowa State game, and it was still as adorable and endearing as it had been then.

“Good game,” she managed to say back without stuttering. “You were amazing out there.”

Your grin widened, and it took nearly everything Bridget had to keep her legs steady. “Thanks. Suppose you’d know it best, considering you were the first person I blocked in college.”

The Canadian was sure that if she wasn’t red before, she was now. “I-I- yeah.”

“I’m just kidding,” you patted her on the shoulder. “Nice seeing you.”

Bridget smiled awkwardly, giving you an embarrassing thumbs-up. “You too.”

She swore internally as you walked away, trying not to watch your retreating figure. She’d never been so awkward in her life, and of course it would be in an arena full of fans and in front of the girl she liked.

“BC! You didn’t tell us you had a crush,” Kayla whispered with a smirk, making Bridget jolt. “You like the UConn girl, huh?”

“Shut up, no I don’t!” Bridget whispered defensively. “She’s just cute. I mean nice. Nice! Nice, I said! Nice! K-Mac, shut up!”

The shooting guard struggled to hold in her cackles, forehead resting on Bridget’s shoulder. “You- nah, I can’t,” her body shook with laughter, drawing some of your nearby teammates’ attention. “That was all you, BC. I didn’t even have to wrangle that info outta you.”

“Shut up! People are looking,” Bridget hissed, red. “You better not say anything to anyone.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” Kayla assured, still trying to hold in her giggles. “I’m not gonna say anything, I promise.”

Bridget wiped her face with a towel, trying to discreetly cover her flushed face. “You better not. If I hear you let something slip I swear to God I will end you.”

Kayla snickered. “Who knew being in love would make you so feisty?”

Bridget chucked her dirty towel straight at her. “Shut up!”

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Immature

Leah Williamson x Teen!Gunner!R

“Oi! What’re you doin’ up there? Get down!”

You glanced down at your vice captain distastefully. “Why?”

“It’s dangerous!” Leah cried, standing at the base of the tree just outside the Arsenal training facility. “You could fall and break your arm or something!”

“So?”

“Uh—what d’you mean ‘so’?! You’re okay with getting a broken arm?”

You shrugged, gazing at the training pitches from your spot in the tall oak tree. “I can still play with a broken arm, eh?”

Leah’s mouth was agape. “No, you can’t!”

“Yes, I can!” you protested, climbing higher. “Katie scored a hat trick on international duty with a torn bicep! I’ll be fine.”

“Fucking Katie… you’re benched if you climb any higher!” Leah yelled.

You frowned. “Why?”

Leah scowled. “Because! You’re gonna get hurt!”

“Why?”

“Because! Those branches could break!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re heavy!”

“Why?”

“Becau—because! Get down from there!”

You stuck out your tongue, starting your descent. “Fine! You’re no fun.”

“Yes, I am! Just because I care about your well-being doesn’t make me boring!” the defender glared, taking a drink from her water bottle.

“Yeah, right! Steph cares about my well-being, but she’s loads more fun than you!”

Leah spit out her water, chasing after you as you sprinted into the building. “You take that back!”

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“Who on the Arsenal squad is the best trash-talker?”

You glanced at the camera, then back at the BBC interviewer as you pondered the question. “Other than me? Maybe… maybe Caitlin.”

“Interesting,” he nodded thoughtfully. “And who would you say is the worst trash-talker?”

“Oh, easy. Leah Williamson.”

Kyra laughed as she walked past. “Oi, Lord Farquaad! Your kid just said you’re the worst trash-talker on the team!”

The England captain gasped indignantly, momentarily turning away from her media day activity set up nearby. “I’m great at trash-talking, what are you on about?”

You scoffed. “Oh, please. Your trash-talking skills are as bad as your bike riding skills.”

“OI!”

-

“Kyra,” you whispered, poking the Aussie that looked just as bored as you did at the seemingly unnecessary meeting. “Psst.”

She glanced over to make sure Jonas wasn’t paying attention, then looked over at you, lowering her voice. “Yeah?”

“When we get out of here… the sprinklers are on, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

The two of you went silent as Jonas glanced over, pretending to pay attention. “—have a better squad than them. If we go by the book, they will not be able to score…”

You smirked conspiratorially, voice even lower than before to avoid detection from some of your older teammates. “I’m gonna push Leah into them.”

Kyra grinned. “I’ll tell the admin.”

-

“Admin’s recording,” Kyra whispered to you as she jogged past, going to bug Steph. “Good luck.”

You grinned, waving to the camera discreetly before walking up to Leah. “Hi, cappy.”

She gave you a suspicious look, but kept walking. “What d’you want?”You shrugged as the two of you stepped onto the training pitch. “Just wanted to ask you what I should make for dinner.”

Leah raised her eyebrows, but nodded anyway. “Pasta’s always goo—OOF!”

“SURPRISE ATTACK!” You screeched, tackling her right into the nearest sprinkler’s line of fire.

“Get off me, you cheeky devil!” Leah protested, laughing. “I don’t wanna get wet! It’s cold out here!”

You snickered, wrestling her to the ground. “Womp womp!”

Nearby, Steph was shaking her head in amusement. “I swear, Y/N is like Leah’s Kyr—OI!”

Kyra gleefully shoved Steph into another sprinkler set up a few feet away, cackling like a witch. “SURPRISE ATTACK!”

“HEY!” Steph cried, chasing after her. “You’re such a pest! Get back here!”

You laughed at the two aussies, then gave Leah a rough noogie with one hand and the camera a thumbs up with the other. “Love you, cappy!”

Leah stuck out her tongue, giving you a slight push. “You and Kyra are so bad.”

“Not nearly as bad as your culinary taste.”

“OI!”

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The Three Times You Kept Your Cool and the One Time You Didn't

Las Vegas Aces x Reader

LAS VEGAS ACES VS NEW YORK LIBERTY

“—and it’s Gustafson with the volley to Gray, Gray with the dime to Y/L/N, takes the shot— and is fouled hard by Vandersloot.”

The whistle blew sharply as you went down for the tenth time that night, fouled on your way to the rim.

“You okay?” Megan crouched down next to you, hand on your shoulder. “That didn’t look good.”

You grunted, ignoring the hands offered by your teammates as you pushed yourself to your feet in irritation. “I’m fine.”

The Liberty had been shutting you down all night, and your patience was wearing thin.

“You need to come off?” Kiah asked. “We’d rather you get subbed off than suspended because you got too many techs.”

“I’m not gonna get a tech,” you dismissed, sticking out your tongue. “I’ll be fine.”

LAS VEGAS ACES VS CONNECTICUT SUN

“Ouch,” you muttered, getting to your feet after running straight into an illegal moving screen. “Bi— what the f—” 

You were wholly unprepared for all the hands grabbing you, holding you back the second you got to your feet. “What the hell, guys?”

“Chill out, Y/N,” A’ja said, hand pushing against your chest. “We’d really like you to come out of this game without any T’s.”

“I am chill!” you exclaimed, struggling to pull your left arm free from KP’s grip. “Let go!”

“Last time you said you were chill, you cussed at all the refs and almost pushed Cheryl Reeve,” A’ja reminded you. “We’re just making sure you ain’t gon’ do anything stupid.”

You made a face. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” 

LAS VEGAS ACES VS PHOENIX MERCURY

“Beckyyyyyuhhh! I’m calm!” you complained, trying to nudge past your head coach and back to the substitution area. “I wasn’t even mad when DT stole the ball from me! Come onnn!”

“Nuh-uh,” Becky stood firm, unbothered by you pushing into her side. “You can go on next quarter.”

“But it’s half time after this!”

“Exactly,” Becky glanced down at her clipboard, adjusting her glasses. “You’ll have time to calm down.”

You groaned, trudging back to the bench. “Y’all see what I have to deal with?”

“You mean what we have to deal with?” Syd mumbled under her breath.

“HEY!”

LAS VEGAS ACES VS LOS ANGELES SPARKS

“—Wilson— oh, hard fall after that midair collision with Brink…”

Your blood boiled as your unofficial team captain hit the floor with an audible thud, laying motionless with her head down as Becky and the bench rapidly approached. “OI! BRINK!”

The forward’s head spun to face you, eyes wide in surprise.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?” you squared up to the Stanford alumni, undeterred by the four-inch height difference. “That was so reckless. What were you tryna do? Give her a concussion?”

The rookie shook her head, hands in the air as you pushed her back. “No no no no! I didn’t— I wasn’t trying to!”

“You want to fight? Come on, let’s go!” your voice gradually got louder and louder, alerting everybody on the court who were currently gathered around A’ja, helping her to her feet. “You weren’t afraid when you made that stupid ass decision, don’t back down now!”

“Y/N!” Becky’s stern voice cut through the chatter, causing you to whip your head around. “You better shut your mouth right now!”

Unfortunately, she was a little too late in telling you off. One of the refs pointed directly at you, then proceeded to form the dreaded T with their hands.

“Y/N Y/L/N!” Becky’s eyes bore down on you from where she stood next to A’ja. “You’re coming off. Sit your ass down.”

You groaned, giving Cameron Brink one last death glare before stalking off to the bench.

Becky shook her head, sighing as you sat next to Jackie. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Syd hid her grin behind her fist, whispering from two seats down. “Cut herrrr.”

You chucked your towel at her. “Shut up!”

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guys is this me? are yall waiting?

not my tiktok

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are u still writting Party Animal

Yup! I've been writing a lot of different parts which are almost finished. I just haven't actually finished any yet 💀

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WTH

leah and elle plus casual sport gods

from Dawn Staley’s instagram @staley05

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that feeling when you're talking to yourself and realize you sound like that one video game/cartoon character that no one likes

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It's giving sober Frank Gallagher

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Have you seen that video of a man having to hold his tiny (slightly feral) dog while at the vets getting injections, and then the dog breaks free and goes straight to bite the vets arm? Yeah well I see you as the dog and the needle as me annoying you :D

Ha-ha.

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Lil chihuahua

Careful, this lil chihuahua bites 🖕

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shortstack

I TOLD YOU I AM TALL FOR MY HERITAGE

IF I LIVED IN THE COUNTRY MY PARENTS ARE FROM, I WOULD BE LIKE 4 INCHES TALLER THAN EVERYBODY ELSE GTFOH

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Whether I know you or don't :)

I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested.

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So... why is Pitbull performing for the WNBA half time show?

He kinda old/irrelevant (sorry)

He a man... you couldn't have gotten a woman to perform? It's the WNBA

Going back to the "old" part, he sounded out of breath halfway through- like, struggling to breathe

That crowd was so quiet 💀

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2 things-

Number one: OH MY GOD KATE WHAT THE FACK I DIDNT WATCH ONE GAME AND I FIND OUT YOU ROLLED YOUR ANKLE OR TWISTED IT OR YOU FACKED UP YOUR KNEE LIKE GURL WHAT HAPPENED

Number two: The whole team, whether on the court or off (and Becky!!) went to go check on Kate and blocked her from the cameras (that towel 😭). THATS SO SWEET OMFGGGGGGGG THEY LOVE HERRRRRRRR AWWWWWWWWHGFHFFHFH

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as someone who writes my fics as x reader and reader inserts, i have to come clean and say i never put/say my own name. i read it as y/n. she is her own person and that is her name. yuh nuh. why en. however u wanna pronounce it

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— the bubbles are pink, jackass!

pairings: leah williamson x child reader!buddy x reader!monkey

summary: buddy learns a new word from monkey and can't stop repeating it, meanwhile leah's almost have a breakdown over it.

"The bubbles are pink, jackass!"

The not so innocent words that slip out of the 3 year old's mouth are enough to make Leah completely freeze in her spot and widen her eyes in disbelief.

"D... Did she just," Leah stutters her words in horror, having to question herself if she heard it right, "Did you just hear that then?" She wonders.

Looking to where Buddy is sat on the sofa playing with Mr. Bear, the blonde's still baffled to hear what is said and doesn't want to believe it came from the little one.

Meanwhile your minding your own business, pretty much hyper focused on scrolling through your Instagram while eating your cereal, "Oh yeah, I heard that," You can't help but snort in amusement, feeling a sense of pride for your little buddy, "Clear as day."

Leah clicks her tongue disapprovingly once she's gotten over the shock horror of the words coming out of her innocent little girls mouth, "Need I ask where she heard that from?" She questions.

"Accusations! False accusations!" You drop your spoon in the bowl of cereal and point your finger directly at the blonde.

"Mhm sure, I don't believe that for a single second," Leah murmurs, shaking her head in disagreement, "I know exactly what you're like at times!"

"ExCuSe Me!?" You gasp in shock at the blonde pointing her finger at you straight away, "You know nothing... Nothing, Jon Snow!"

So you'd been a bit hooked on Game of Thrones, but so what?

"Oh really, so if I don't ask her then she wouldn't tell me that?" The blonde remarks, raising her eyebrow which makes you suddenly go silent, "Yeah, that's what I thought!"

"Okay so maybe I did but in my defense, it's not even that bad of a word!" You can't help defend yourself, shrugging your shoulders.

"No, no, I don't wanna hear it!" Leah held her hand up to cut you off from speaking any more, "Monkey, she's 3! You know that she listens to everything that you say!" The blonde's face is furious and you know that you did mess up this time.

You should really try and stop talking, but of course you do the exact opposite.

Shrugging your shoulders, you go back to staring at the Instagram screen, "There's kids that have said so much worse--"

"Ah, ah, no I said I don't want to hear it!" The blonde states, firmly, "Stop talkin', Monkey!"

"I'm just sayin' that I'm not surprised she hasn't picked up something worse," You insist, knowing there's been times where you've been playing on the PS and your not so colourful language has slipped out, "So many things worse than that word."

"Your really diggin' your own grave here, Menace," Leah states, continuing to look at you annoyed before she looks over to her mini-me, "Buddy, can you come here a second?" She calls over to get 3 year old's attention.

"Hi mummy," The little one flashes the blonde an innocent smile, before she runs over to you both with her hands still clutching the teddy bear, "Look, I got Mr. Bear!"

"Yeah I can see that, Buddy," The blonde laughs faintly, hoisting the toddler up onto her hip, "Listen here, missus, me and you need to have a little chat."

"About what, mummy?" Buddy cocks her head to the side, curiously.

You can't help but snicker in amusement, "You got a sailor mouth and half, Buddy-- Which she totally didn't get off me!" You start to speak as you see the scowl Leah's giving you and are quick to state to avoid the wrath of the blonde, "Alright, I'm just gonna... I'm gonna shut up now."

"Wise decision," Leah comments, pursing her lips before she turns her attention to the little one in the room, "We need to talk about the er, the sentence that you said." She tells, not really sure how best to approach this.

Buddy continues to look confused, "What sen... sentence?" 

"The one that you said to Mr. Bear over there," Leah explains, exhaling a sigh.

"Oh!" Buddy's eyes widen in realisation, "You mean when I told him that the bubbles are pink, Jackass?" The question sounds so innocent coming from your favourite little buddy.

You can't help but crack up laughing right there again, "You can't blame me for that once this time!" Moving to drop your bowl into the sink, you lean up against the kitchen counter as you can't wait to hear the rest of how this conversation is going to play out.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Leah is quick to stop Buddy from saying anything further, "Okay there's no need to repeat it again, Buddy. Can you tell mummy why you said it?" She wonders.

The 3 year old exhales a sigh dramatically and you swear she even did so much as roll her eyes, "Because mummy, the bubbles are pink!"

"Final piece," You speak aloud, accepting the lego block from your favourite little buddy as you attach it to the rest of it, "And there we go, done!" You announce, grinning proudly.

"Yay!" Buddy lets' out an excited squeal and claps her hands, "Can we do more now?" She questions with a glint of hope in her eyes.

You shrug your shoulders carelessly, "Eh, I don't see why not. Which one shall we build now?" You wonder.

Much to Leah's relief, your little buddy hadn't had any slip ups with her newfound sailor mouth.

You didn't fancy taking the blame for that one, again.

"This one!" The toddler points to the new lego set that you'd both picked out together and claps her hands in excitement.

You love how much she loves lego, its' great because it means you can do it together!

You can't help but get carried away with it sometimes.

"Alright, time to get ready for bed now, Buddy!" Leah interrupts the fun that your both having with the lego set.

Buddy looks up at Leah with an adorable pout, "No, mummy. 5 more minutes!" She insists.

Your an absolute sucker for her puppy dog eyes most of the time.

That's why your guilty of letting her get away with so much, sometimes.

Well, actually, pretty much all of the time.

"Come on, you've had long enough," Leah shakes her head in disagreement, "It's time to put your jammies on and get into bed now."

"But mummy," Buddy tries her luck to push for extra time.

Leah smiles a little and shakes her head once again, "No, come on. There will be plenty of time to play with lego tomorrow," Her decision remains firm but still gentle with her mini-me, "Come on, let's go."

"No fair," The 3 year old huffs dramatically and gets up from the floor.

What can you say? She's taking lessons from you.

You even swear she's sometimes more dramatic than you, if that's possible.

"I know," The blonde can't help but laugh amusedly at the toddlers' flare for dramatics.

"No playin' lego without me, Monkey!" Buddy states, bluntly, "I mean it!"

For a 3 year old, she sure is bossy sometimes, and well, no doubt where she gets that from.

"You got it, Bud!" You mock salute the mini blonde, jokingly.

With that being said, you flop onto the sofa and scroll through your TikTok page while Leah takes Buddy upstairs to get ready for bed.

"Wait, Monkey needs to join us for the story!" Ten minutes later, you hear protests from your favourite little buddy upstairs.

It's a routine every single night.

You suppress a grin and jump up from the sofa to head up the stairs two at a time, "I heard my name mentioned!" You exclaim, walking into the bedroom to find Buddy dressed in her pajamas while Leah's searching for a book to read.

You don't know why she bothers to find a new one though, when Buddy always end up wanting to read the same thing every time.

The Very Hungry Caterpillar.

"Agh! Monkey!" The sound of Buddy's shrieks fill the room as you lift her up and spin her around.

"Do you have to rile her up so much before she's about to go to bed?" Leah questions, exhaling a sigh as she picks out the same book.

Shocker, you already knew it would be that.

You mischievously grin at the blonde, "Can't help it now, can I?" Placing the toddler on the floor, she beams a wide smile at you.

"I'm goin' bed now, Monkey. Mummy's gonna read a story!" Buddy states clear as day, sometimes your impressed by the 3 year old's vocabulary.

Her speech is somewhat impeccable for her age.

"You are?" You faux a gasp as her little hands cling around your legs, "Alright, well I guess we'd better get comfy for storytime, eh?" You question, teasingly.

"Uh huh!" Buddy's more than happy to drag you in the direction of her toddler sized bed and your more than happy to oblige to anything that the 3 year old wants.

Like you said, you were easily convinced to do anything when it comes to your favourite little buddy.

"Alright then kids, are we both comfy?" Leah chuckles, watching you as you settle into the small bed beside the 3 year old, its' not that comfortable but Buddy's happy and that's the main thing right now.

"Comfy," You reply, giving her a mocking thumbs up.

"Comfy," Buddy mimics you, giving the blonde a thumbs up as well.

"How many times' are we gonna say the word comfy?" You joke, referring back to the video that the blonde did with Keira during an England camp.

"Menace," Leah lets out a laugh and shakes her head, before she begins to read the story book.

You know most of the lines in the book, so you can't help but read it out word for word, much to Buddy's protest.

"Monkey, stop. Mummy's reading!" Your favourite little buddy huffs, glaring at you almost identical to the way that Leah usually does.

Although coming from a 3 year old is less terrifying at least.

"Sorry, sorry," You can't help but chuckle, trying to refrain from speaking any more of the words out loud to avoid any further annoyance from the 3 year old.

"Alright, all done," Leah states, closing the book and smiles at the sight of you both curled up together, Buddy's fighting to stay awake and your not far behind her, "Time to close your eyes, Buddy."

At least until you hear Buddys' next words.

Buddy lets' out a small yawn as she tiredly rubs her eyes, "Goodnight, Jackass!"

You can't help but snicker, "Oh now that is hilarious," Quickly catching the look of the stern blonde, you move your hand to cover your face to stifle any further laughter.

"Excuse me?" Leah's taken back by the response from the 3 year old.

"I believe she said--" You start to speak.

"I heard what she said!" Leah is quick to cut you off from repeating what the little one said as she turns to look at the youngster, "Buddy, why... why did you just call mummy that name?" She asks, confused.

"Cos' you are, and its' not a bad word. Even Monkey said so!" There goes your favourite little buddy throwing you right under the bus.

Damn it.

"Whoa, whoa, no, uh technically, I didn't... I didn't say that you were!" Your hands fly up in surrender, "I mean I didn't even say it like that, but uh..."

By the annoyed expression on the blondes' face, you decide to make the smart decision and shut up.

"You really need to watch your language around her," Leah murmurs, exhaling a sigh, "You know she literally absorbs words like a sponge nowadays!" Shes' scolding you, like it was all of your fault.

Well, technically... You didn't help matters, but you didn't think she would repeat it.

"That's right, Jackass!" Buddy exclaims, smiling like she was completely proud of herself.

Your not quite sure if she understands what the word means or not, but there's something funny about hearing swear words come out of a little kids' mouth.

"Hey, Buddy," Leah gets the attention of the 3 year old, "We don't swear and say words like that, do we?" She chides gently, but still trying to remain firm.

Buddy pouts in confusion, "Why not, mummy? Monkey says it all the time!" She insists.

Well that's backfired on you now.

You drop your mouth in shock, "Wha..."

Leah clicks her tongue in disappointment, "Yes and Monkey's shouldn't be using them sort of words either," She takes a moment to scowl at you while your just sat there cracking up laughing about it all, "You're not helping here, go and do something productive!"

You stand up from the toddlers' bed and hold your hands up in mock surrender, "Geesh, I say one bad word and suddenly I'm the bad guy round here." You murmur, jokingly.

"Go, now!" The blonde gestures in the direction of the bedroom door, shaking her head in disagreement, "Listen Buddy, you should know that even when you hear Monkey say words like that, it doesn't mean that you should always repeat them, okay?" You hear her continue to speak to Buddy as you make your way out of the bedroom.

"What, even when she says shit?" Buddy doesn't think twice to ask.

Leah exhales a short sigh, "Even when she says them words."

"But what about when you and mama say words like that, though?" Buddy questions innocently, cocking her head to the side with an expression that looks somewhat identical to Leah's.

"Ha, she got you there!" You can't help but snicker in amusement.

"Monkey!" Leah shouts to you in that firm tone of voice your all too familiar with.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'. Geesh!" You huff and continue to make your way to your own bedroom where you plan to watch another marvel film, or you were gonna but ear wigging is so much more fun sometimes.

"Sometimes, yes, even mama and I say words like that at certain times, but you still shouldn't be repeating them, okay?" Leah tells Buddy, trying to get her point across but in a gentle tone of voice.

"Okay, mummy!" Buddy nods along in agreement.

"So no more of the swearing, alright, little miss potty mouth?" Leah jokes, ruffling her mini-me's hair.

"You got it, dude," Buddy nods once again and sticks her thumb up, "Ove' you, Mummy!"

"That's my girl," Leah smiles and presses a gentle kiss on the 3 year old's forehead, "Night Buddy, I love you lots!"

Buddy lets out a small yawn and tiredly rubs her eyes, "Goodnight, Jackass."

You can't help but snort aloud in amusement once again, "Oh man, this kid!" You crack up with laughter, peering your head round the door and seeing the unamused expression on Leah's face once again.

"Right that's it, we're getting a swear jar!" Leah declares, shaking her head in disbelief.

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