#Aston Villa

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The Price of Wales and Prince George attend an Aston Villa game at Villa Park. || April 11, 2024.

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Baby England (Part Three)

Jordan Nobbs x Young! Reader (platonic), Leah Williamson x Young! Reader (platonic), Lionesses x Young! Reader

warnings — angst fluff, coarse language, mentions of anxiety.

A/N — Baby England’s Back!!!!! Half of this was deleted and I wanted to cry so bad but here it is. And do I have a twist for you… didn't expect it to get this long, but I have to make up for the hiatus somehow xxx

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It was a few days before the Semi Final, and you were sat amongst a pile of paperwork.

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You had been training pretty much every day, save for the week that had been dedicated fo media roles and interviews. You were switching between teammates for a while. One interview was with Leah and Beth, another with Alessia, Lotte, Georgia and Ella.

At training, the coaches worked the team tirelessly. You were struggling to keep a straight face when you were told to run laps before you were sent back to your rooms. A large part of your weariness was mental. It had been a day full of apprehension for the days to come. Making it so far into the Euros was an achievement in itself, but a home euro was something else.

You hadn't seen your family for weeks now, and you were starting to miss your childhood bedroom. Despite the long hours spent chipping away at school work, you missed your friends at home and your teammates back at Arsenal Academy. The Lionesses quickly became your favourite people in the work. Many of them were family to you. But the subtly of your dismay and expression of homesickness proved more and more apparent as the days went by.

This feeling was not to be mistaken with ungratefulness. Being apart of your National team was a dream come true. This was what you worked for, lived and breathed for. You had finally attained your dream — this was all you ever wanted. You were eternally grateful for the opportunity, the chance to bring football home. A home tournament was a once-in-a-lifetime possibility, and here you were experiencing it. Every day you woke up wanting to pinch yourself. This couldn't be real.

But school was pretty much impossible at a time like this. When all you wanted to do was kick a ball around, catch up on sleep, and actually socialise. You know, like every other one of your teammates. It seemed as if you were the only one encapsulated by the realm of education, despite many of the girls attending University. You weren't indifferent to your current situation. Being a student and playing in one of the biggest football tournaments in the world was going to be difficult. But you felt like spending quality time with your friends would do you well. You wanted to stop worrying about your stupid equations and do something worth your while.

You had been saying this since the Euros began.

In no way did you mean for it to change for the worse.

But the universe was not in your favour.

“You should choose what makes you happy.” Jordan soothed, milking out the same string of sentences you've heard all week. The two of you sat in a cafe not far from Sheffield Stadium, sipping away at your hot chocolates, having already finished your macaroons.

Your agent had sent you the multitude of contracts you had been offered from different clubs. Tomorrow, you were playing against Sweden in the Semi-finals. Sarina thought it’d be good if everyone had the day off before the havoc set in. You had spent the morning in your room, finishing off the rest of your History Essay. Jordan had picked you up not long after noon, bringing you away from the stress chipping you away.

“It shouldn't matter what anyone else thinks,” The older woman held your hand, and you managed to feel her subtle squeeze.

“What do you think I should do?”

“Its not my—”

You cut her off, huffing in exasperation. “Jordan, please.”

Jordan’s face was impassive, a prominent knot creasing the space between her eyebrows. Her hair was flipped over one side, concealing the half of her face which she leant against her hand. She was struggling to find the words that had the capacity to encapsulate both truth and love — two things you needed to hear as you sat in the near-empty coffee shop. You wanted her to be honest, you thought. You needed her to tell it to you straight.

But this was Jordan you're asking. The kind, restful, reticent woman you had known forever — a woman while true to her word, could only speak subjectively, with emotion muddled into words. She was the personification of empathy. You loved that about her. But with your mind in a haze, despite your unrelenting apathy to stay independent, you really wanted to hear someone else’s opinion, for you had thought it over too many times to comprehend.

Your first option, of course, was Arsenal. It was your childhood club, your parent club, your home. For many years, it stood as everything you loved. You grew up watchings greats like Kelly Smith and Leah paving the way for your generation. You felt more at home at Arsenal than anywhere else. Though, it goes without saying that you haven't been anywhere else to compare it to.

And Leah would be hell-struck if you didn't choose Arsenal, even if she wouldn't directly admit it.

Spurs had taken interest in you since your youth ages when you had tried out for both North London teams at the ripe age of six. It just so happened that you chose Arsenal since it was closer to home, and you often wondered what it would've been like if you had chosen Tottenham instead.

United was next. A great club full of incredible talents like Ella Toone and Alessia Russo, two of your close friends when it came to International duties. The Manchester Reds were brilliant, tough competitors, but you never found much affiliation with them. Sure, they were amazing, but was it for you?

Lotte and Alessia both spoke to you about UNC, and you were definitely looking into playing there as a second alternative. You knew your parents thought this was the best option, but with the offers you were receiving, it wasn't at the top of your list.

You waited for Jordan’s response, already knowing her answer. There was one club you refused to think about. One club you couldn't set your mind to.

But the contract looked all too appealing.

“Chelsea.”

Three years — you’d be eighteen when it ends. Just shy of 250k a year, not including bonuses, increasing at a negotiable rate. You were a free agent after the Euros, and your contract with the Arsenal Academy was ending at the start of August. The Blues had a fantastic team and were worthy opponents for the cup title. You were guaranteed as a regular sub and promised to be looked after and rehabilitated to full strength if injuries occurred.

You hadn't thought over this option much during your senior debuts. It was pretty much embedded into you that you were a Gunner through and through. You had grown up playing against your London Rivals, and the team’s hatred only intensified as the game got stronger. It stood as a testament of its time.

But there was only one more thing that was stopping you.

“What about Leah?”

Jordan sighed. She knew Leah was a Gunner through and through. She knew that Leah saw herself in you — going through the academy, debuting at a young age. Choosing a pro contract was bound to happen to you the moment you were called up. No one even thought you’d gain minutes. But with Jordan’s injury, and your inevitable image, clubs were reeling in the prospect of a prodigy.

“This isn't her career, chook,” Jordan muttered, taking a sip of her drink. “Wherever you go, you have to take different things into account. Whether you’ll get minutes, if they value younger players as much as their originals, y’know, its a lot to think about.”

“You think I’ll get minutes?”

“Maybe not as much as Spurs, or North Carolina, but it's in the club’s reputation. They're known for their attack, and so are you.”

“I don't want to be the one to tell her.” You cringed. Leah was your older sister, in sorts. You valued her opinion over anyone else. To tell her you were transferring to her rival club felt like a slap in the face to all that she's done for you, not to mention you’d verse her in the League.

“Well, it’d be worse if she found out over the media.” Jordan quipped, through light to the situation.

“How would I bring that up?” You scoffed, hiding your face in your hoodie. “Hey, Leah, I know I've played for Arsenal forever, but I think I should just betray everyone and go to their biggest rivals. Sorry ‘bout that.”

Jordan shook her head. “She’d understand.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Would she?”

“I’d be livid at her if she wasn't,” Jordan spoke, her tone much sterner. You sat back in your chair. “It's not like you're signing a life-long contract with them, anyway. It's three years. Three years where you get to improve your skills and expand your career. Leah loves you too much to be angry at you for more than an hour. In fact, that woman has never been angry at you a day in her life.”

“I guess I’ll break that streak when I tell you.” you muttered, looking down at your empty cup.

“Stop that.” Jordan huffed, crossing her arms. “You've got two more weeks to figure it out. But let me tell you this. Arsenal will always be there for you. You don't need to stick with them for your whole career to know that they will happily welcome you back with welcoming arms. That goes for all the girls… including Leah.”

“Right.”

“And I’ll tell her that straight if she even thinks about doing anything otherwise.”

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Sweat was beading across your forehead, the nerves of half time creeping up to the steady beat of your heart.

You hadn't told Leah about the decision you came to with Jordan. You had been so caught up in how she’d react, mixed with the stress of this upcoming game, that you weren't in any stable condition to go through with it.

In addition to that, you were still making your final decision, the finality of Chelsea not truly setting in.

Beth and Lucy had already sent the ball flying into the back of the net, and Sweden had yet to take a chance to extend their stay into the finals. You watched from the wing anxiously, threading the ball to the more experienced players, staying in the pipe ways as you did so.

You had started, which still came as a surprise to you since. Your game against Spain was still fresh in your mind. You wanted to stay consistent in your performance while also keeping up with the newfound intensity of the game, but something just wasn't clicking for you.

England was doing great, up by two goals by the second half. You had kept yourself distanced from the vigour, passing out when needed, mainly staying on the wing in order to keep as much distance from making more mistakes.

You had been pretty reckless with your passing. Obviously not too catastrophic, but enough to send winces across the crowd.

Your passes weren't sloppy, but they weren't precise either. You didn't leave much opportunity for the forwards and were starting to rely on your defence too much.

There was simply something about your gameplay today that didn't mould with the rest of the team. You didn't want to be subbed off. You wanted to make an impact.

But it just was not clicking.

Ellen had just been subbed off for Alessia, who was wiping her hands over her shorts, watching the ball tread through the outskirts of Sweden’s half. You could hear the crowd’s apprehension linger when you were passed the ball by Leah, using all your strength to peel away from Blackstenius.

Your first touch wasn't the greatest, and Stina was pressuring you out near the line. In every other game, you were known for your cool persona when encountering stress. You could collectively juggle the presence of a marker while dribbling the ball down the line onto a seeking prospect.

But as soon as the Swed’s studs hit your foot, you were sent to the ground. Hot flashes of pain sprung from your ankle. It was nothing that wouldn't surpass after a few moments whining about it on the ground.

Nonetheless, the whistle blew for a free kick, and Leah’s figure was knelt beside you in an instant.

“You alright, kid?”

Leah wasn't dumb. She knew that you had been ignoring her these past few days. You were distant, passive, and overall neglectful of her efforts to talk to you.

You would usually knock on her door after dinner to play some card games or help you with schoolwork. You would squeeze yourself next to her on the bus rides, and partner up with her at training.

Leah would pretend to be annoyed, and you would act all innocent like it was second nature — because that is what it was.

But you refused to meet her lingering eyes during meals and chose to partner with Millie any chance you got. You’d sit with Georgia at meals, and Jess Carter during Bus rides. Hell, even during free time, Jordan would pick you up and take you out, and she wasn't even on the team.

Leah knew something was up, and you knew that she had caught on. Jordan wouldn't tell her. And you hadn't spoken so much as three sentences to her for the past week. So it was no wonder that you were struggling. There was so much pent up tension in your shoulders, you looked so apprehensive.

Leah pulled you up by your shoulders, holding out her hand to stroke your face.

“You tell me you want to go off and I’ll find a sub for you.” Her words were harsh, but there was good intention behind it.

You gulped, shaking your head. Leah was watching your every move like a hawk. This was the perfect opportunity for her to ask you what was wrong. She could see that you needed to get something off your chest.

“I'm fine, keep me on.” You put it soundly, sighing as Leah brushed off the grass that was left on your jersey.

“Don't think that this is the end of the conversation.” Leah retorted, refusing to let your longest interaction in days go. “You’d be barmy if you think I’d let you get away with this easily.”

“I'm not Barmy, Lee. I'm fine.” You replied.

Leah could tell by your smile that she had hit the sweet spot. You were willing to play, the injury minuscule with its attempts to shake you. Your captain kissed the top of your forehead, bringing you into a quick hug.

“Alright then, Fine. Go on and take that free kick.”

You pushed past her lightly, the uncertainty lingering in your body slowly sinking into the grass with every step you took. Everyone had taken the time to huddle together as a team, moving back to their respective positions on the field after you had collected yourself up off the floor.

As the match continued, it was as if you had a fresh set of legs. Everyone got whiplash from your sudden switch of performance that not only enhanced your gameplay but the flow of the game altogether.

You became more involved in the game, passing into your central attackers, and sprinting down the wing to create more changes for a wider goal difference. Georgia and Keira gained more traction with your involvement, and it somehow paved the way for the defenders to find a more secure backline.

The next time you found yourself marked by Stina, who had apologised for your minor Collison, you were lightning on your feet. The pace you set was incredible, and the ball was yours for the taking.

You weaved past her and one of the midfielders, glancing up to see Georgia’s figure near the box. Without thinking, you propelled the ball over the heads of both teams.

Wincing when it passed Stanway, you felt your shoulders collapse. Russo wasn't ready for your explosive play, only just managing to retain the ball at her feet. You sighed, running your hands through your hair when Alessia’s attempt was blocked.

You were about to run back, ready for Sweden’s possession, when the crowd suddenly flung off their seats. You were a good fifty metres away from the rest, Alessia’s figure much harder to find among the number of players congregating by the goal. You noticed Lessi run out near the corner, holding out her arms with a winning smile. Georgia soon clambered over the top of her, patting her shoulder with a matching grin.

You looked up at the scoreboard, catching onto the replay from one of the cameras. From what you could see, Alessia had backheeled the ball past the defenders, leaving the goalkeeper stranded, the ball falling easily into the goal.

Even years later, people always find your late reaction funny. Many of your teammates had already congratulated you on the assist before it all clicked for you. It was rare for a team to be dominating this much in a semi-final, and you weren't quite sure how you managed to pull off what you had just done.

You found Alessia’s shoulders and pushed up on them, swinging your legs around her waist and hugging her from behind. She squealed, pushing you off.

“You're incredible, Russo, seriously.” You screamed, out of breath from the seventy minutes of nonstop running. Less grabbed your arm and spun you round. “All because of that brilliant assist, Baby England!”

You were on such a high for the rest of the game that nothing you did was fully comprehended. You had so much faith in the team that everything moulded with so much chemistry, it was second nature. Three Swedish substitutions meant that you were bound to be taken off any minute. Leah had been holding you accountable at the back while Beth was pushing your talents forward in the middle. You were sure that this was the most you had ever run in a match. Your cheeks were flushed, your muscles were surely overworked, but you were running with so much adrenaline that it didn't affect you.

England was on the home stretch now. Keeping both offence and defence strong, making sure Sweden wasn't offered any thrilling opportunity. You heard Keira shouting directions from the other side of the pitch. Georgia was passing short, timeless passes to you. Rachel had her arm outstretched, ready to propel forward if the ball was coming her way.

You knew that Georgia was just time-wasting now. You just needed to win now, the goal difference didn't matter. You felt someone’s presence up behind you, forcing you to cross the ball back to Leah since both Gee and Kie were covered. You had been staying in the middle and towards the back end of the pitch all game, so it was a surprise when you burst forward past Sweden’s second-last line of defence. Leah had kicked it over to Lucy, who hadn't seen you leave. Georgia took the ball, marking her opponent while searching for your unknown whereabouts.

The only person to have seen you was Beth, who called for the ball and received it a second later. With one, quick, first touch, Mead sent the ball flailing over the top, towards where you were waiting, just outside the box. One of the defenders had caught on, and the goalkeeper hadn't prepared herself for your sudden attack. You watched the ball hurl a few metres to you left, leaving you no choice but to chase after it in a rush. Almost everyone was twenty metres behind, unable to come to your aid. You held your own, forgetting the people around you, and jumped just as the ball met your head. You had no idea how close the goal was, or if your header was even near where your direction was intended.

You winced at the contact of someone in your side, groaning with your arms cradling your head. The impact of the ground winded you, sending you gasping for air. But the crowd’s booms at Sheffield was enough to leave you breathless.

You had scored.

People piled on top of you one by one, yelling all sorts as you struggled to realise what you had done. Everyone was rounded, cheering, standing. You could hear Georgia swearing, and Leah telling everyone to keep their head on. You listened to Alessia and Rachel cheering with each other, and Beth pulling you up by your shoulders. Everyone collapsed into a hug around you, making it difficult for anyone to catch onto your tears.

You loved this team too much to ever let this moment go. Your tears were mixed with the sweat of the game, coating your cheeks, exhaustion setting into your shoulders. Your breath had caught up to you, but the daze was expressed.

You looked out to the crowd when Ella ran on to replace you. Everyone was on their feet, clapping boisterously as you waved them off. It was a tedious feeling that you couldn't quite shake. There wasn't a single person there that made you feel like you hadn't tried your best.

Nothing in the world could beat this feeling.

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The celebrations of England’s win set off as soon as the full-time whistle blew. Fans rose from their seats, players crowded the pitch. You found your figure running towards Leah, tears already streaming down your face at an embarrassing rate. Your cheeks were flushed, and your body fell limb against Leah’s chest, eloping the serenity of her embrace with quiet sobs.

She held you close and tight, combing her fingers through your hair, breathing in the electric atmosphere that infiltrated the stadium. She could hear you crying into her, and she tried hard not to cry herself. She held a protective arm around your shoulders, sheltering you from the public eye as best she could. Leah looked down at her armband, feeling proud of her nation, then glanced at you, and felt even more emotion than ever before.

Over the years, Leah would find herself falling more and more defensive of you. She wanted to shield you away from the inevitable hate. She watched you grow into a spectacular player, a brilliant teammate, and a beautiful girl. Everything you did was at the discretion of the older woman, and Leah came to realise that you were somewhat of a daughter to her.

She was a Captain of her country and club. She was an idol to thousands of girls across the globe. But she was everything to you as you were to her, and that was more than enough.

“Played so well, Y/N.” She whispered into your ear, leaning down so that you could hear her over the chants.

You glanced up at her with watery eyes, clinging onto the woman and grinning. “Love you, Lee.”

“Love you, too, my girl.”

The two of you stayed like that for a little longer. Millie eventually pulled Leah into her own embrace, and you were making rounds across the field, congratulating your teammates and celebrating with them too.

England fans still banked up the stands, holding out their pens, phones and jerseys. Some people gave you some friendship bracelets, others asked you to take photos. Everyone was reeling at the huge win.

You end up finding yourself nearing a full walk around the field, and nearing the loop, where fans were starting to disperse. The last fan was a little girl in a wheelchair, with dark brown curls and green eyes. She was a little younger than you, but it was easy to fall into a conversation with her. She congratulated you, you thanked her for coming. It was by the end of your interaction that you slipped your shirt off, bringing the girl into a tight, gracious hug.

Many of the girls were already celebrating in the changing rooms. Champagne would've already been distributed. You wanted to make sure the fans were all aware that you were very thankful they were there to watch your team play. This was your first major tournament, and people commended you for always staying back. Though you didn't do it for the praise.

“If it isn't the Baby herself.” You heard someone call from behind you, causing you to turn.

You found Lucy and Sarina standing side by side, sharing big victorious smiles wider than you had ever seen. Lucy had already ushered you into a bone-crushing embrace, guiding your head into her chest — her arms wrapped around your shoulders. Sarina patted you on the back, mumbling something about performance and outcome, before you fumbled your balance against Lucy’s figure.

What you hadn't noticed until then was the man who was standing with the two women. He was not old, but not young either. His hair was dark brown, and he had a stubby beard. His posture was neat, his coat crowding his figure tightly for no cool air to leak in. If it wasn't for the intensity of the game you had just played, you would've agreed to say it was cold. But you were sweaty, fatigued, and starting to feel the effects of a semi-final.

The man was sporting a civil grin, holding his hand out for you to shake. You were completely oblivious to who he was, unable to decipher his identity from any of his features or appearance. It was only when he spoke that you heard the trail of a Spanish accent seeping through his endeavoured English.

“You are a talent, young lady.” He commended. Your cheeks flushed at the compliment, shaking it off with a bashful smile. “I must say, you are one of a kind, truly. That header was spectacular. A goal and an assist? Incredible.”

“Thank you but I couldn't have done it without the others.” You mumbled, trying to remember Jordan’s advice to keep eye contact when you were speaking to an adult. “My first half was poor. I don't think I deserve the recognition when my opportunities weren't used wisely.”

“Oh, shut your mouth.” Lucy scoffed, ruffling your hair. “I can remember my first Euros. I definitely didn't score off a header from outside of the box, that's for sure.”

“You're the best defender, I know.” You replied hastily, trying to reiterate the fact that you were pretty much a forward, and it was expected that you were to score.

Lucy sighed, shaking her head. “Bet you wouldn't say that in front of Leah.”

“Oh, wait!” Your mouth fell slightly agape. “Don't tell her I said that.”

The three adults chuckled from around you, making your cheeks go a little more red.

“I must agree.” The man stepped forward, shoving his hands that were once crossed over his chest into his pockets. From there, you caught sight of the Barcelona emblem embedded in his jacket.

Your face must've given away your realisation. “You're Jonathan? Barca’s head coach?!”

Lucy laughed harder than before, looking at the two coaches with the click of her tongue. “I told ‘ya she wouldn't recognize him.”

“I am,” Jona replied. You shook his hand for the second time that night. “You seem to be surprised at that.”

“What? Oh! No, um.” You became a nervous wreck. “I just, oh my god, does that mean you know Alexia Putellas?”Despite your North London spirit, there was no doubt that there was a fangirl within you at the knowledge of the Spanish team. You had grown up with the greats in Barca, and almost everyone in the England squad knew of your explicit crush on a certain Spanish captain, who just so happened to play for Barca.

“I mean, she is the captain, so you’d hope so.” Jona chuckled. “In fact, I was talking to her just a few hours ago. We were discussing the transfer season and some new contracts coming up.”

You instantly looked up at Lucy, who rolled her eyes at your oblivion. Sarina shook her head, glancing at you knowingly while Jona sighed in deliberation.

“I'm sure you have mulled over some of the offers you have been given from some of the clubs, no? I heard from somewhere that Chelsea are outbidding Arsenal.”

“Oh.” The thought of a professional contract, and making a denounced decision was long a foreign concept to you at that moment. You were presented with the complexity of the question, and could only shrug in response.

Jona reciprocated your affliction. “It is always a tough decision to make. But you have a very bright career in front of you. Everyone is expecting great, great things.”

“I'm tossing up between Arsenal and Chelsea.” You admitted. “They are my best offers.”

“You think so?” Jona looked complex, his eyebrows rising. When you nodded, he tutted, his head low. “Sarina and I were just questioning the fee being offered… or lack thereof.”

Your back straightened. “What do you mean?”

“300k for a three-year contract is hardly reasonable for a player like you.” He stated, rolling his sleeves up with a grin. Lucy and Sarina were in quiet conversation to the side, still active in what you were discussing but in their exclusive bubble.

“If I were to put in my bid, it’d be at least 800 thousand.” He continued. Your eyes nearly budged out of their sockets, unable to reply. “But it’d end up being just short of a million with the transfer fee.”

“My academy contract ends in two weeks.” The money Jona had just described was unattainable from your perception. “I'm just glad I got the offers in the first place. Your bid is too generous.”

There was no way you, a youth player, and academy girl who wasn't even had a club debut, was expected to be worth that much. He must've been pulling your leg, taking the piss like Tooney often did. It was not in the slightest chance that you began to unravel the weight of Jona’s words, and his intention behind the conversation you were just having.

“Are you saying you wouldn't accept it?” He asked.

You were so fucking dumbfounded that you started to laugh.

“You could offer me a job for nothing and I would take it.” There was a joking tone behind your statement, but you knew that there was an entire truth planted within your declaration. “Not that you would, but yeah, of course I would. The only thing I’d contemplate is learning the language.”

“I can get you a tutor.” He responded. “And the girls are lovely.”

You swooned just at the thought of the Barcelona team. “You're just being mean now.”

Jonathon looked at you in confusion. Lucy had overheard the last of your conversation, with Sarina off to find someone else. She scoffed, finding your idiocy a painful trait of yours. You glanced between the two of them, waiting for them to continue the blasted joke of you joining the best team in the world. You waited for them to ask you how Chelsea Blue was going to look on you, of if Academy was where you wanted to stay. Hell, you were expecting them to ask when you were moving into your own apartment due to the absurdity of Jona’s hypothetical posing.

But they stood there looking at you in silence. They were waiting for you to catch on.

And you did. Even if it was after several long moments of pause and silence. Even if you had dropped your jaw to the floor in utter shock, simply not believing that what was happening was actually happening. The thought of playing for a single minute was eradicated from your mind, instead replaced with a newfound excitement that left you jumping up and down.

There was no way, you thought. Nothing could've prepared you for this.

All thoughts of Chelsea, of Arsenal, were gone. Letting the news transfer to Leah was a distant memory.

You were no longer hesitating about what anyone else thought about where you would go. There was not an ounce of regret in your body that screamed out to you, telling you to think this over for even a second. You were not want to wait, to talk, to act, you were just waiting for this all to be a dream.

You knew that this was an inevitable choice. A feeling so right, so just, full of hope and solidarity, clung to you as you shook Jona’s hand yet again. Not filling registering his words, skimming over the implications of it all, aimlessly giving him your Agent’s number. It was all a blur from there.

It did not matter the money that went into the contract, or the financial gain that would equip you throughout the three years you were about to live in Barcelona. Nothing else mattered except the smile on your face, and the righteousness in your chest.

With the win of your National Team, you home, and the club you were bound towards, there was nothing stopping the bounce in your stride.

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arsenalacademy — After a standout performance in the Euros so far, Arsenal Academy Star, and England’s youngest, Baby England has signed a record-breaking fee of $3 Million, for a three-year contract with reigning Champions, Barcelona FC.

“I'm excited for this new opportunity. The Euros are massive, and winning with the girls against Sweden was a privilege I still can't put into words…

I have to thank Arsenal for making me the player I am, because they have taught me so many things, and I wouldn't be standing here today if it wasn't for them.

I also want to thank Jordan, Leah, and all the Lionesses for helping me with this. They have always wanted the best for me, and I couldn't have done it without them.”

The fifteen-year-old will begin training with the Spainish Team for the 22/23 season effective immediately.

Congratulations on this new chapter!

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soccerdonna — New Update: Chelsea had outbid Arsenal by $150k, and Barca by an extra 200k, as well as an increase in salary, which is negotiable.

User7 — I THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA ANNOUNCE IT AFTER THE EUROS

^ user8 — WHEN HAS MY GIRL HAD TIME FOR THIS

^ user112 — FR MY GIRL’S FIFTEEN, A STUDENT, A FULL TIME ATHLETE, AND A BABYGIRL LIKE PLS

User5 — JONATAN WAS AT THE GAMES AGAINST SPAIN AND SWEDEN!!!! MAYBE THATS WHEN

^ user90 — THAT’S SO SOON THO HOW COULD HE HAVE DONE IT

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user1 — are you fucking kidding me? ARSENAL WHY DIDNT YOU KEEP HERRRRR

^ user67 — THE FACT THAT THEY WERE ONE OF THE LOWEST BIDDERS UGH

alexiaputellas — Bienvenido, guapa!

^ yourusername — omg ily

^ user77 — shes so real

user23 — I'm in mourning.

user8 — WHAT ABOUT LEAH

^ user4 — AND JORDAN

^ user7 — SHE WAS OUR ARSENAL BABY

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user37 — the fact that we all thought she was going to chelsea

^ user27 — she really had us all fooled

leahwilliamson — smash it, my girl!

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^ user78 — screaming into my pillow I cannot deal with this hurt.

^ user99 — I need to know if she told Leah before or after she signed 😭

^ user12 — the edits about to go crazy

^ user8 — “let's not forget, that no matter where she goes, Baby England will always be Arsenal.”

barcelonafemeni — Stargirl 🌟

^ user4 — you don't deserve her.

^ user90 — SALT IN THE WOUND

^ user3 — Idk about the rest of you, but I cannot wait to see her in the home jersey

^ user6 — ur the only one.

Lionesses — baby england growing up too fast 🥲

user5 — I'm still so confused on how she signed a contract in the middle of the fucking euros

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^ user65 — I might be crazy but wouldn't that make her the most expensive transfer? With both the transfer money and the contract

^ user5 — it adds up to be just under $1 million 😀

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A/N — HA! You thought she’d go to Chelsea… yeah right. Hope you enjoyed!

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UNIVERSE MASTERLIST - Sunsets and footballers

Lucy Bronze x Reader

Alexia Putellas x Character

Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson

**This is a UNIVERSE! That means it follows the same timeline, with multiple different couples.

So far we have: Lucy Bronze x Reader / Alexia Putellas x Character / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (Mini and spread throughout).

Refer to the PARTS for where you are in the story. Refer to the (1) (2) (3) etc for the couple relationship chapters.

More relationships will be added. Primarily centred around Lucy and YFN.

We have fluff. We have angst. We have SMUT.**

Part 1 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (1)

Part 2 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (2)

Part 3- Lucy Bronze x Reader (3)

Part 4 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (4)

Part 5 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (5)

Part 6 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (6)

Part 7 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (7)

Part 8 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (8)

Part 9 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (9)

Part 10 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (10)

Part 11 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (11)

Part 12 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (12)

Part 13 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (13)

Part 14 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (14)

Part 15 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (15)

Part 16 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (16)

Part 17 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (17)

Part 18 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (18)

Part 19 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (19)

Part 20 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (20)

Part 21 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (21)

Part 22 - Alexia Putellas x Character (1)

Part 23 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (22)

Part 24 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (23)

Part 25 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (24)

Part 26 - Alexia Putellas x Character (2)

Part 27 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (25)

Part 28 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (26) & Alexia Putellas x Character (3)

Part 29 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (27)

Part 30 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (28) & Alexia Putellas x Character (4)

Part 31 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (29)

Part 32 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (30)

Part 33 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (31) & Alexia Putellas x Character (5)

Part 34 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (32)

Part 35 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (33)

Part 36 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (34)

Part 37 - Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (1)

Part 38 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (35) & Alexia Putellas x Character (6)

Part 39 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (36) & Alexia Putellas x Character (7)

Part 40 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (37) & Alexia Putellas x Character (8)

Part 41 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (38)

Part 42 - Alexia Putellas x Character (9)

Part 43 - Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (2)

Part 44 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (39) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (3)

Part 45 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (40)

Part 46 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (41) & Alexia Putellas x Character (10)

Part 47 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (42) / Alexia Putellas x Character (11) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (4)

Part 48 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (43) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (5)

Part 49 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (44) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (6)

Part 50 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (45) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (7)

Part 51 - Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (8)

Part 52 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (46) & Alexia Putellas x Character (12)

Part 53 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (47) & Alexia Putellas x Character (13)

Part 54 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (48) & Alexia Putellas x Character (14)

Part 55 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (49) & Alexia Putellas x Character (15)

Part 56 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (50) / Alexia Putellas x Character (16) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (9)

Part 57 - Alexia Putellas x Character (17)

Part 58 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (51) & Alexia Putellas x Character (18)

Part 59 - Alexia Putellas x Character (19)

Part 60 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (52) / Alexia Putellas x Character (20) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (10)

Part 61 - Alexia Putellas x Character (21)

Part 62 - Alexia Putellas x Character (22)

Part 63 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (53)

Part 64 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (54) / Alexia Putellas x Character (23)

Part 65 - Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (11) / Lucy Bronze x Reader (55)

Part 66 - Alexia Putellas x Character (24)

Part 67 - Alexia Putellas x Character (25)

Part 68 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (56) / Alexia Putellas x Character (26) MINI

Part 69 - Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (12)

Part 70 - Lucy Bronze x Reader (57) / Alexia Putellas x Character (27) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (13)

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Rachel Daly Appreciation

woso appreciation masterlist | with @alotofpockets

Congrats on an incredible international career! You will be missed dearly on the pitch.

[alotofpockets]

Closed off | Daphne van Domselaar

Pairing: Daphne van Domselaar x Aston Villa!Reader

Summary: You're usually a very closed off person, but Daphne manages to break down your walls.

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2k

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When Daphne joined Aston Villa, she was nervous. The nerves weren’t just from joining a new team, but also from moving to a different league, and a different country. Sure she had travelled a lot with football, but never before had she lived somewhere other than The Netherlands. 

There were a few names on the team who she had watched in awe before her arrival, one of which was yours. Of course, as a goalkeeper she looked at the defending the most. You stood out to her, the way you put your whole body behind defending, made her want to see more. She watched multiple highlights videos of the tackles, and world class defining you had performed in your career. 

She had never been one to study a player so intensely. She kept telling herself that it was because you were such a good player, though deep down she knew there was more to it. It was only when she first met the team, and saw you in person, that she realised that besides your football skills, you were also very beautiful, and totally her type. Just as quickly as you had introduced yourself, you had also disappeared again. Daphne shook it off as she introduced herself to the rest of her new teammates. 

Goalkeeper training would start a bit before the rest of the team would join, so Daphne was surprised to see you already out on the pitch running drills on your own. “What’s up with y/n already being out on the pitch?” Fellow goalie Anna shrugged, “She’s always the first on the pitch.” Daphne was intrigued, but focussed on her first training with the team, wanting to make a good expression. 

Once the training session is done, Daphne walks up to you. “Hey, nice work out there.” She was referring to your defending while you were on a team together during the 5 v 5 match. “Thanks, you too.” Is all you said before you ran off, leaving a dumbfounded Daphne behind. She felt a hand pat her back, “Don’t take it personal, she’s closed off with everyone.” Jordan reassured her. From that point on Daphne made it her mission to get you to open up to her.

The next training day was a gym session, and her first move was to get you to be her spotting partner. “Hey, can you spot me?” She asked as she sat down on the bench, after putting the plates on. “Yeah, I got you.” You helped her on her sets, and when she was done she offered to spot you, an offer you accepted. It was just a quiet moment, but it was a start, and Daphne counted as a small win. 

After a day off, you were back to training. You were the first on the pitch, getting some running drills in before the rest of the team would arrive, when you saw Daphne entering the pitch. “Mind if I join you?” You send her a quick thumbs up, and continue your drills. Daphne started following your lead on the drills, keeping up nicely. During a quick water break you speak to her for the first time since you entered the pitch, “Want to practise some long balls?” 

You started off close together, passing the ball between you. Everytime you kicked a good pass back to her, you moved back and the distance between you grew rapidly. You were already past the halfway line when the rest of the team started entering, the chatter started at the side of the field where everyone was putting their boots on. Daphne shared a look with you, which you knew was her asking you if you wanted to stop, but you shook your head and kicked the ball back in her direction. You were determined to reach the back line of the other side of the field. 

As you were getting closer and closer, you were so focused that you didn’t realise that the whole team, including the staff, was looking at the both of you. One more good pass, and you’d get to the back line. Your shot landed perfectly at Daphne’s feet, so you took the final steps to the back line. Daphne took one look up before she lined up her boot with the ball, and the ball came flying your way. The whole team erupted in cheer when the ball landed at your feet. Only then did you notice that the team was watching you. Daphne met you on your half of the field with her hands held up for a double high five, which you hit with a smile on your face, “Nice work.”

The whistle was blown, and training started. Jordan and Rachel were standing next to Daphne, while you were running a drill. “You’re not giving up on trying to get her to open up, are you?” Daphne shook her head. “I mean, I’ve never seen her celebrate, so it seems like you’re getting somewhere.” Rachel said quickly before you started running back their way. 

After practice you walked up to Daphne, “This morning was nice, join me again next training?” A smile played at Daphne’s lip, “Yes, I’d love to.” It was from then on that the two of you started spending more time together on the pitch, but also off the pitch as you offered to show her around Birmingham. You had lived in or around Birmingham most of your life, and since Daphne was new to the city, and the country you wanted her to get a better feel of her new home. 

The two of you had become good friends over the past couple of months, even the team noticing the difference in your demeanour when Daphne was around. Daphne started falling for you more and more, but she didn’t want to make the first move. She didn’t want to read into the situation wrong, and lose you as a friend. 

You had just played a full ninety minute match against Brighton, as well as the thirty minute extra time. The score was still 1-1, meaning the match would go into penalties. Your name was amongst the ones that would have to give it their best shot. Daphne got ready in goal as Brighton was the first to take a penalty. Victoria Losada walks up to take the first penalty, and goes for the lower right corner. Daphne manages to save it, and a small smile plays at your lips when Daphne celebrates. Next up for a penalty was Sarah Mayling, her shot was saved by Sophie Baggaley, so the score was still level.

Brighton get ready to take their second penalty, but Lee Guem-Min kicks the ball just wide. You watch nervously as Adriana Leon steps up to take the next Aston Villa penalty. Her ball hit the back of the net, as the keeper dived in the other direction, you clapped for her on the shot to put your team ahead. 

Daphne gets on the goalline again as Brighton’s Elisabeth Terland walks up to try and make the score level again. You could see Daphne thinking the shot was going to go left, but she managed to quickly change her footing and dive in the other direction, saving another penalty for Aston Villa. “Let’s go!” Daphne celebrates as she moves the ball back to the penalty spot for Rachel Corsie. 

Rachel’s shot was saved by Baggaley. You hated penalties, and the stress that came with it, and were in awe of Daphne staying so calm. She was on the goalline again, jumping around, and waving her arms as Julia Zigiotti Olme got ready to take the next shot. Daphne leaps into the air, and manages to make another incredible save. She celebrates with her hands in the air and locks her eyes on yours. You share a short moment looking at each other as she places the ball on the penalty spot, and you walk up to take the next shot.

With Daphne’s amazing saves, and Adriana’s goal, it meant that if you were to score this penalty, you had won the game and would be into the semi-finals of the Conti Cup. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to let go of the nerves you were feeling. The referee blows her whistle, you open your eyes, and focus on the goal. While walking up you changed the motion of your hips last second, tricking the goalkeeper, and hitting the back of the net. The referee blows her whistle signalling the end of the match, and you jump into Daphne’s arms, patting her on the back. “You were incredible.” You tell her before the rest of your teammates join the huddle.

The team was celebrating the win in the locker room, music was blasting and everyone was singing, and dancing around. It didn’t take long for your exhaustion to get the best of you, so you retreated to your cubby and slumped down in your seat. Daphne noticed, and made her way over to you. “Are you okay?” You smile her way, “Yeah, I’m just tired.” She sat with you, talking amongst yourselves, as the team celebrated around you. 

On your way back to Birmingham, your eyes fell shut the moment that the bus left the parking lot. Your head slowly fell to Daphne’s shoulder, who simply smiled at the action and let you get comfortable. Not long after Daphne fell asleep as well. Jordan captured the moment, and couldn’t help but post it to her story.

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Daphne had woken up before you arrived back, and noticed you were still asleep in her arms. She decided to let you sleep until you had arrived back at the stadium. Gently shaking you awake when you arrived. “Hey, we’re here.” You open your eyes slowly, and are met with Daphne’s looking back at you. Good thing it was already dark, otherwise Daphne would have noticed the slight blush reaching your cheeks. 

Even though you slept the whole way, your body still felt tired as you dragged yourself off of the bus. Daphne noticed and grabbed both her and your bag from the luggage compartment. “Come on, I’ll drive you home. We can pick up your car tomorrow.” You didn’t even have the energy in you to protest, and let her walk you to her car. Daphne walks you up to your front door, and hands over your back. “I can pick you up at like ten tomorrow, maybe get some breakfast, and then pick up your car, does that sound good?” You nod, “It’s a date.” You walk into your home and close the door behind you. Daphne stood in front of your door frozen. A date. She shook her head, you were tired, surely you didn’t mean an actual date.

Still Daphne was nervous as she drove up to your house the next day. “Hi.” She said shyly as you opened the door. “Good morning.” You said with a smile, closing the door behind you. You looked well rested, and Daphne was glad to see you doing better. 

Usually Daphne was quite the talker, but she had been mostly quiet on the drive over, and now as you sat down at a restaurant, she still was. “Hey,” You placed your hand on hers, “are you alright?” Daphne looks between your eyes and your hand on hers. “Y-yes, yes I’m alright.” She took a deep sigh, “It’s just that yesterday, you said ‘it’s a date’ and I’ve not been able to focus on anything else since.” Your heart beats faster, you had no recollection of saying that, surprised by your own boldness. “I’m sorry, it doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to be.” 

You started retracting your hand, but Daphne quickly took hold of it. “No, no, I do want it to be. I just wasn’t sure if you meant it the way I thought you did.” You smile at the rambling from the girl that was usually so confident. “Well, I’ve got to be honest with you, I was so tired last night and I don’t recall saying it, but I am glad that I did, because I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while now.” Now it was Daphne’s turn to smile. You had both wanted the same thing, and now you were on your first date together. 

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴

description: In which alisha lehmann and her best friend finally get together after a west ham game of course.

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alisha lehmann x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: language, cuteness - like so much, mutual pining, slightly suggestive

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username1: parents have fed us !!! 🥺🥺

username2: ARE THEY DATING???

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username3: NOOOOO

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username4: bullshit!!!!! THEY SHOULD FUCKING BE 👏👏

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username5: I get it but it is not our business 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

username6: ALISHA AND Y/N

username7: i want to have a friendship like y/n and alisha so bad :(((

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y/n we cute - even tho i fell asleep twenty minutes after this … <3

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username1: just dateeeeeeee 😤

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mackenziearnold: your ability to sleep anywhere and any when is fantastic 👏

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username5: Na, Sam and y/n met through Mac and became really really close! Even call each other sister 🥹🥹.

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kirstysmith.11: macca why don’t we take cute photos like this??

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username2: ☺️☺️🫣

username3: hmmmmmmm 😩😩

username4: JUST DATE

username5: she is so hot ugh 🫣🫣

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y/n sighed as she chased after Rachel, the final whistle on the edge of being blow to give West Ham the three points, not that the team currently in fifth needed it compared to Villa who were sat worryingly in tenth.

The whistle finally blew and y/n groaned in relief, falling onto her back as Rachel Daly fell onto her, the latter laughing at the woman who she knew well from England camp.

"Rach, get off me ya prick!" y/n called out with a laugh.

"Wouldn't mind if it was Alisha." Rachel teased quietly making kissy noises which caused her to be shoved onto the mud. "Ow." Rachel whined and y/n laughed.

"That's what you get." y/n states, the defender sighing as Rachel sits up and suddenly bolts away. A body blocks the light over y/n's still fallen body and the beautiful face of Alisha is staring back at her.

"Up you get, meine liebe." Alisha hummed and she moved to help y/n to her feet, the defender groaning as her hip popped, the injury still sore.

y/n had only just gotten back from a hip operation, during a game in the world cup, y/n had to be rushed into hospital to have a hip operation and in the December of 2023, was only just okay to come back on.

The loved vice-captain of West Ham was relieved to be back on the pitch, but forgot how fast and physical Rachel was as a opponent and winced as she pressed a hand to her hip.

"Are you okay?" Alisha asked quietly, her hand falling down to her best friend's hip to rub small circles into the muscle with her thumb.

y/n groaned in relief at the pressure on the tight muscle and she hissed as she pulled away, hearing the crowd start to go crazy of the two's proximity.

y/n smiled at Alisha before limping to her medics who handed her an ice pack, she took some photos with fans, before being one of the last people into the tunnel.

"Meine liebe." Alisha called as y/n got to one of the spare physio rooms.

y/n turned and Alisha pulled her into the room, keeping the lights off as she scanned over y/n worry clear on her face now that y/n was ice-less as well.

"Ali, I'm fine, promise love." y/n tried but winced and Alisha sighed.

"You lie like a matt." Alisha hissed.

"Rug." y/n corrected as Alisha shrugged and pushed y/n to sit back on the physio bed, lying her down so she could peel back y/n's shorts just slightly.

"Oh." Alisha sighed, noticing the deep bruising which was around the scar, y/n clearly having pushed her body too far in the game. "Why didn't you ask to be subbed?" Alisha asked.

"Because I'm fine Ali." y/n stated, sitting up and pushing the blonde's hands away.

"No you are not." Alisha stated back, annoyance flooding through her tone.

"You're not playing for the Hammers anymore Ali. You don't need to worry." y/n promises.

"I worry because the love of my life is so careless with her bones." Alisha states loudly.

"Body." y/n corrects before she freezes. "Wait what?" y/n asks.

"What?" Alisha asks her confused at why y/n had paused.

"Say what you just said again." y/n demands.

"What?" Alisha repeats and y/n just huffs and gestures 'before that'. "I worry because the love of..." Alisha starts before trailing off. "That wasn't how I wanted to tell you." She sighs.

"It's real?" y/n asks and Alisha scoffs.

"Of course." She says as she sighs. "Look, you don't have to feel the same, I'm sorry for making this friendship hard." Alisha says, putting some space between her and y/n.

y/n however ignores her rambling and jumps from the physio bed, walking toward Alisha with a new found sense of purpose as the blonde reaches out.

"Careful! Your hip." Alisha chides, but y/n snorted as her hands grabbed the smaller woman's hips and pulled her into her chest.

"Shut up." The defender ordered the blonde, before she dived her head down and pushed her lips against Alisha's, the Swiss moaning in relief and gripping desperately onto y/n's broad shoulders.

The kiss was tight, harsh, plump lips practically glued together as tongues battled in a want for dominance. y/n couldn't help but slide her hands down, gripping Alisha's ass tightly and pulling her closer.

Alisha's moan was a reward for her desperate actions. Eventually the pace slowed, hands stopped wandering and with one final swat against Alisha's bum, y/n pulled away.

"Let me take you out." y/n whispered and Alisha nodded her head, a smile on her face. Rachel then decided it was a good time to chip in.

"About time! Also ew."

"Fuck off Rach ya prick!"

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she's so hot oml

tho my friend yesterday accused her of being a shifter and ngl that sent us into a spiral broooooo

lotta love xo

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Queenie x

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will never ever get over this:(

[rachdalysworld]

absolutely heartbreaking, my number 1 always, from Dash to rhe end of you career, i’ll be here forever, supporting you always 💝

(acts like if she didn’t cry for for the last entire day)

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The Prince of Wales and Prince George of Wales attend the Europa Conference League quarter-finals between Aston Villa and Lille, at Villa Park in Birmingham, England -April 11th 2024.

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Prince William and Prince George looked on alongside Tyrone Mings of Aston Villa during the UEFA Europa Conference League 2023/24 Quarter-final first leg match between Aston Villa and Lille OSC at Villa Park. Cr. Getty Images

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MASTERLIST

MINORS DNI, please leave requests if you want! I write for a lot of woso, do not repost my stories!! If you have sent a request to another writer, please do not send the same one to me<3 Feel free to leave comments, etc!

Kid Fic List!

KATIE MCCABE

Miss Australia (18+)

Part One Part Two

KYRA COONEY CROSS

Communication (Fluff)

Media Duties (Communication pt 2)

Until We Moved Away (Fluff)

HAYLEY RASO

My Girl (Fluff)

KERSTIN CASPARJI

Charmer (Fluff)

LEAH WILLIAMSON

Inappropriate (suggestive, slight angst)

Bled Blue (18+)

ALESSIA RUSSO

Carded (Fluff and Angst)

Lilo’s Sparkle (mum! Alessia, fluff)

LAUREN HEMP

Home Away From Home (fluff)

Girl(friends) (fluff)

Bug And Bingo (fluff, caitlin foord! child! daughter)

JESSIE FLEMING

Way To My Heart. (fluff)

CAITLIN FOORD

Bug And Bingo (fluff, mum! caitlin)

NIAMH CHARLES

Armband (fluff, suggestive)

Back To You (18+)

Brown-Eyed Girl (Baby Fic)

Under The Sheets (Coming Soon) 18+

LIONESSES

BABY ENGLAND SERIES

part one part two part three

headcannons

^ suggestions/plot request completely up to audience discretion. I will only continue this if people want me to.

Open to make a similar Auswnt one (Baby Aussie?)

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 47)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (42) / Alexia Putellas x Character (11) / Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (4)

Masterlist (other parts here)

YFN put her hand on Alexia’s arm which broke her from her thoughts. They were standing out the front of the Captain’s apartment.

“She’s…like this. She’s not used to people helping,” YFN eased.

“She wanted me… go,” Alexia said in broken English.

“She didn’t want me to stay either and I’ve known her for two decades.” Alexia was still a little upset, but YFN was just glad Ridley hadn’t stayed with Ona at the bar. That would have been a mistake.

“She broke her hand…” Alexia trailed off.

It was aggressive, yes. But she knew Ridley, her intentions, what made her tick and what set her off. “She’s the most protective person I’ve ever met in my life,” she said softly. Alexia’s eyes met hers, curious. "We had a rough upbringing. She’s dealt with a lot of pain, physically and mentally. She’d never hurt anyone she loves…”

“I’m not scared of her…I know she wouldn’t hurt people. She’s very soft.”

YFN was interested at that. She never would have described Ridley as soft, though perhaps it was the language barrier. Alexia must of noticed because she clarified.

“She cares a lot about people…”

YFN nodded, happy that Alexia had seen that. “Yes. Yes, she does. She tries not to show it, but she really does.”

She saw Alexia tighten her hold around the teddy before she gave a smile and a hug to both her and Lucy before she left.

The ride home was silent besides the music but that was mainly because it was getting late, and YFN had an early flight. They were never happy parting ways. Lucy’s hand on her thigh tightened while YFN stroked the inside of her forearm. Her phone buzzed and she looked at it, a response from Ridley.

Riddles: *Sent a photo*

The photo was her hand in a partial black brace, wrapping around her wrist and two little fingers.

Riddles: Just a boxer’s fracture, same as usual.

YFN was all too aware of what that was, as she’d taken Ridley to the ER multiple times for it over the years. Having two black belts meant hard punches and broken bones. She was more concerned about her job though, as she definitely needed two hands for that.

YFN: And work?

Riddles: Off for a week and then I’ll be good with the movement and brace.

“Boxer’s fracture…” YFN murmured to Lucy.

“Oh, I know what that is.”

Of course Lucy would know. Her mind flashed to images of her boxing. “Have you ever had it?”

“Once. It’s painful but at least you’re not standing on it.”

“She’s used to pain, like you…” YFN replied and her hand found the scars on Lucy’s bad knee, tracing them with her fingertips in support. “Can I come and watch you box one day?”

Lucy grinned. “I’d love that. It can be pretty…angry though.”

“I know it’s where you get your frustrations out, love. I won’t distract you, I’ll just sit in the corner and watch you like a stalker.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Okay firstly, you’re always a distraction for me, but the best kind. And secondly, too soon on the stalker front.”

YFN chuckled and she leant over just far enough to kiss Lucy’s arm.

YFN: Are you going to let Alexia know?

Riddles: Do you have money on us or something?

YFN: You two are cute…besides the Ona flirting.

Riddles: What can I say? I’m a catch.

Ridley didn’t even try to defend herself because they both knew she hadn’t been flirting back. She’d just been herself. But herself was bad enough. She didn’t want to get involved in Ridley and Alexia’s unspoken thing, however she knew that if she were in Alexia’s shoes she’d want to know how she was.

Riddles: Before you message me again, yes, I will tell her. Safe flight and today was great, we should do it again soon.

YFN: Yes, please. Love you x

“If I didn’t know her, I’d be jealous you were flirting, looking at your phone all smiley like that,” Lucy teased.

“You know her, and you’re still jealous,” she teased back. Lucy pouted. “But it’s okay, I love you all jealous and moody.”

“God, Luce, it’s almost midnight,” she whimpered.

Lucy lifted her head, mouth glistening with excitement and eyes dark with lust. “Are you complaining, little one? I can stop right now-”

“No! No…I just…argh-” she reached down and grabbed her girlfriend, pulling her up on top of her until they were face to face, Lucy bracing her weight on her elbows. YFN dragged her head down and tasted herself on Lucy as their lips met and their tongues fought with groans and moans and excitement. YFN broke away but only for long enough to whisper. “No more teasing, just fuck me, Lucy.”

She reached down and grabbed her strap, lining it up while Lucy watched her face with wonder. She continued to watch her as she slowly rolled her hips and pushed the strap inside of her little Australian, enjoying watching her eyes roll to the back of her head and a moan escape her throat.

She leant down to nip her earlobe before whispering in her ear. “Yes, love.”

Lucy began moving her hips slowly in and out, and YFN could tell from Lucy’s ragged breathing and soft moans in her ear that it was rubbing her in just the right spot. YFN moved her hips with Lucy’s pace, intensifying the pressure of the strap on Lucy’s clit as she enjoyed the length of it moving in and out of her.

“I don’t want you to leave,” Lucy groaned as she fucked her.

Her heart melted. “Luce…I don’t want to leave either.”

“I want you to stay,” she grunted in between her thrusts.

“I want to stay…” she moaned in reply.

“You…argh fuck….you belong with me.”

“I do…” she whimpered. “I belong with you.”

Lucy’s mouth found her neck with passion, kissing and sucking marks into it. Oh, she was needy. She wanted to leave evidence she was there.

“Mine,” she growled softly in between the marks she sucked.

A shiver ran down YFN’s spine. One of her hands was in Lucy’s hair, the other unconsciously dragging fingernails up her back, gripping as she tried to hold herself together. Fuck, it was good. It wasn’t their usual rough, passionate fuck. No. This one was slow and steady, loving and emotional, hitting all of the right places. This was teamwork. Two lovers enjoying each other. YFN’s legs wound their way around Lucy’s hips as she braced her knees better on the bed to start a deeper, harder fuck. Lucy was still pulling out slower than usual, but she entered at pace, thrusting her hips and seemably enjoying the smack on her clit as their hips met with a wet slap. God, she was so wet. Even slowly, they could hear the sound of YFN’s dripping core. She could feel herself tightening the closer she got, Lucy’s glutes paying the price.

“Ah…fuck little one. Fuck you’re tight.”

At those words, YFN’s back arched and she whimpered, Lucy quickened her thrusts and the force in which she fucked her. YFN was a whimpering, moaning mess, clutching onto Lucy like a lifeline.

“Ah…ah…please don’t stop…Luce!”

“You’re mine.” Lucy growled as she again sped up. Fucking relentless, she was.

“I’m y…yours!”

At this point, she could only lay there, clutched to Lucy as she fucked her into the bed, getting her frustration out, her needs, her love, her obsession. YFN cried out her name as she came, Lucy fucking her through it and finishing shortly after. She slowed down until she was finished, undoing the strap and throwing it to the floor. Just as she was about to move away, YFN pulled her down onto her, Lucy’s sweaty body laying on her own as she held her there while they regained their breath. Lucy was the most out of breath, of course. Because it was late, it wasn’t long until they were sleepy, almost drifting off but just before they could, YFN spoke.

“Luce?” She whispered, just loud enough to hear. She wiped the sweat off of Lucy’s brow, pushing the hair off her forehead and tucking those little curly baby hairs behind her ear.

Lucy hummed in response, unable to speak as she hung in a space of lethargy and peace.

“I’ll never stop falling in love with you.”

YFN stared at the photos and couldn’t help the smile crossing her face. Lucy had posted several photos of their past few days in Barcelona together. The first, a picture on YFN half in the water that she didn’t know she’d taken. She remembered looking out over the ocean and it reminding her of home. The second was YFN and Narla having a nap together while Lucy had been making her monster of a sandcastle. Narla was laying flat on her side, her back pressed up against YFN, her head resting on her arm. The third photo was of course Lucy posing next to her sandcastle monster, little spade in hand and a proud grin on her face. Narla had photobombed that one. And the last photo was a selfie Lucy had taken from the bar that had herself, YFN, Ridley, Alexia, and most of the Barca girls in it also.

Lucy Bronze MBE: Love, love, love. *red heart emoji*

Lucy had also tagged her in her caption.

Her heart swelled and she bit her lip. Oh, Luce. She had never had someone so proudly showing her to the world, let alone someone with the amount of followers Lucy did.

Jordan Nobbs liked a post you were tagged in.

Alexia Putellas liked a post you were tagged in.

Caitlin Foord liked a post you were tagged in.

Caitlin Foord: Chickens *red hear emoji* *Australia emoji*

Katie McCabe liked a post you were tagged in.

Katie McCabe: Nice abs

Kyra Cooney-Cross liked a post you were tagged in.

Kyra Cooney-Cross: thanks for the invite

Leah Williamson liked a post you were tagged in.

Riddles liked a post you were tagged in.

Riddles: *fist emoji* *car emoji*

Keira Walsh liked a post you were tagge-

“YFN?”

Her head shot up and found Ruby, immediately blushing as she was just caught. She put her phone down.

“Hm?”

“We were just talking about the office space. It’s huge?!”

They were in their new office in London, and it was a decent size. There was a main, large room with individual desks and set up for everybody’s individual workstations, along with a kitchen, showers and bathrooms, and several separate conference rooms. Knowing exactly who ‘Joe’ was, she wasn’t surprised by the size of it, and just how much furniture and equipment were already set up.

“It won’t feel quite as huge when we have a few hundred people in here,” she laughed.

“A few hundred?!”

“I dare say we’ll be expanding pretty quickly.”

“What are the conference rooms for?” Bridget asked.

“I’m thinking we’ll have a roster and can use them for the groups we have for certain games. So you can meet as a team in there without disturbing everyone else, and we can book them for a certain amount of hours when they’re not being used for that.”

“Great idea!”

“Now does everyone have their car park passes?”

After confirming they did, they sat down for their meeting in one of the conference rooms.

“Alright, welcome, welcome to our new Lumos office. I hope you’re all liking it because it’s going to be home for a while. And as you’ll notice, we have each of the conference rooms set up for people to zoom in, as I understand we all live in different areas and travelling from Birmingham or Liverpool each day doesn't exactly make sense…however this week is an exception. I’ve spoken to you all about this and I’ll apologise again. We just need everybody in for the next three days because of the workload with the new staff starting tomorrow. You will all be paired up into your usual pairs and supervising the groups. Here’s our schedule for this week.”

She gave out their weekly schedule.

Liverpool vs Chelsea (Stamford Bridge, London): Sat 18th Nov 1330 – Bridget, Emily and YFN to supervise.

Everton vs Bristol (Walton Hall Park, Liverpool): Sun 19th Nov 1300 – Ethan and Daniel to supervise.

Brighton vs Arsenal (Broadfield Stadium, Crawley): Sun 19th Nov 1400 – Sam and Olivia to supervise.

Leicester vs Spurs (King Power Stadium, Leicester): Sun 19th Nov 1500 – Bridget and Emily to supervise.

West Ham vs Aston Villa (Chigwell Stadium, London): Sun 19th Nov 1500 – YFN and Noel to supervise.

Man City vs Man United (Old Trafford, Manchester): Sun 19th Nov 1630 – Matt and Ruby to supervise.

“Each pair will have eight crew onsite. Three videographers, three photographers, one interviewer and one editor. It’s your job as supervisors to make sure we’re using everyone efficiently to get the content we expect from so many people. Over the next few days, I’ll be very, very strict with the interviewers on techniques and questioning, and I expect you all to do the same with people in your field of work. We need to start off strong, having forty new people means that there’s room for error. We need to minimise that by ensuring we train the very well and we need to remember that we’re all still fresh and learning too. It’ll be an overload of information, but that’s why you will all be supervising for the first round. Depending on how we go, we may require supervision for a few rounds after, however we’re hoping to aim for that eight-person crew to be running smoothly without the need for the supervision.”

“What do we do if we think the interviewer is asking wrong questions or upsetting the players?” Olivia asked quietly.

“You immediately pull the plug. I’m going to want feedback from you all on all of the individual employees after your game, so we can make sure everybody is on the same page and the people who need extra time practising, get just that. Okay, we have just the one game on Saturday that Bridget and Emily will supervise with eight new staff. If I’m happy with our progress over the next two days with the new employees, then I’ll also attend and leave the rest of you to prep in the office for Sunday. Sunday will be all hands-on deck, full crews on every site as well as two supervisors. Our big game this week is Man City vs Man United at Old Trafford which Matt and Ruby are going to be running…”

YFN made sure she didn’t look at her phone again that day, and it wasn’t that difficult. She loved the logistics of her work. She and her original nine colleagues eagerly discussed their week ahead and brainstormed potential issues and how to overcome them. A few of them had to run down to get stationary, paper, whiteboards and more to fill the conference rooms with supplies and also just get through their day of exciting prep.

The next two days flew by, and the office already felt crowded, but in a good way. Like Javier’s bar. Everyone was excited to work and to learn. YFN had taken the time to get to know everyone prior to meeting them, thanks to the folders put together by Lumos management, and had split them into their groups where she thought it would suit them best. The planning and prep work was intense, but worked out to her satisfaction, even though her standards were high. YFN had even gotten permission from Chelsea to take her team out to Stamford Bridge to get to know it and so the individual teams could practise the best shots for photos, videos and more. YFN left them to their groups as much as she could, letting them work it out together and trusting the supervisors she’d put in charge. She spent a lot of her time at Stamford Bridge talking to Emma Hayes and her Chelsea coaching staff as they ran drills. A few of the players came over to say hi when they had a chance which was rare, because Emma was all over them.

Friday night came with expectation and nerves. They were in Lucy’s apartment with Leah’s stylists as Jordan hadn’t wanted to go to Leah’s place. Too many memories. Jordan and YFN had packed and enjoyed a road trip down for the night from Birmingham, planning on getting being naughty with some take out after the event.

“Oh my god, Ridley was right. This is amazing…” Jordan said as she exited Lucy’s spare room in her suit. YFN and Leah both spun around to Jordan who was now fully dressed and looking unreal. It was a feminine suit, but the first piece of clothing that actually fit her. The accessories were minimal, a silver bracelet, two rings and a simple ear cuff. Jordan’s hair was up, already done by the stylist and her suit perfectly matched Leah’s with its style.

“Are you comfortable? Ridley said you’d want to be comfortable…” YFN said.

“Ridley?” Leah asked.

YFN had explained who Ridley was to Leah previously, though it hadn’t stopped her jealously.

“She picked this outfit for me in Barcelona with YFN,” Jordan grinned, still proud and looking down at herself. “And she was 100% right, I’m very comfortable.”

Leah sighed, standing as she was just finished with her hair. They took a few photos together and they matched so well that YFN had to take a picture to send to Ridley.

Riddles: I said thank me later. It’s later.

YFN: Jordan said thank you for saving her life.

Riddles: I know a few ways she can make it up to me…

YFN: Put it away, Riddles.

Riddles: Aw, you’re no fun. I could pick her up and throw her all around the bedroom.

YFN rolled her eyes, ignoring the last message as Ridley knew she would. When Jordan asked what she’d replied, she only told her the first bit.

They all rode together in a blacked-out, chauffeur driven car and as they got closer, YFN was getting nervous to be alone for the photographs. Jordan felt bad, but she was Leah’s plus one after all. YFN wouldn’t have let her anyways. She was staring at her scar in the window of the car as they arrived, feeling a little self-conscious. Her mind was on Lucy, like it had been since she’d left Barcelona two days ago. Two days and she was already too drained at the feeling of aching without her. Jordan leant over and kissed her cheek, snapping her out of it.

“Just get past this and we’ll meet you inside,” she said before she got out.

Leah put a hand on her knee before she followed. “You look beautiful,” she said with a genuine smile.

YFN followed them. She focussed on the photographers watches and hands instead of the cameras, just as Leah had taught her to avoid being blinded by the flashes. She looked ahead of her and saw them together, their arms lightly touching each other’s backs for the photos. They looked beautiful and what’s more, they were both smiling as if they were together, as if they were happy, and YFN could tell it was genuine with the way they looked at each other between photos.

Once inside, she took a deep breath and the first glass of champagne that came by her. Leah and Jordan found her immediately, the three of them laughing about the aggressiveness of the photographers shouting outside, and the amount of celebrities inside. It was during their third drink to settle their nerves when they were approached by the last person YFN wanted to see.

“I didn’t realise they invited so many women to the Man of the Year award. A bit sexist, isn’t it?” Mark asked.

YFN saw Leah go stiff as she saw him. She hadn’t noticed that the last time they’d met him together.

“Women can’t show up in support for men?” YFN asked.

“You’re not here to support men,” he said, hard. “And I saw your latest little post online, YFN. You and Miss Bronze are going strong, are you?”

“Our relationship has nothing to do with you.”

Over her shoulder, her eye was caught by the sight of William and Catherine arriving to a multitude of camera shutters, blinding flashes and shouts of excitement. Her stomach dropped. She didn’t know she’d be here.

“It just makes it easier for me to prove your conflict of interest,” he shrugged. “But I do hope you had a wonderful time in Barcelona.”

“It was fantastic, thanks for the well wishes,” she replied, purely out of spite.

He didn’t seem to care as he’d already turned to Leah. “And it’s very interesting to see who you chose for a date tonight, Miss Williamson.”

Leah’s jaw locked. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? I warned you-”

She stepped forward and cut him off. “My lawyers have sorted it. You don’t have anything to threaten me with anymore Mark. Leave.”

He smiled down at her. “You really think that is going to stop it just…slipping out? I can’t help a leak…”

YFN had no idea what they were talking about and from the looks of Jordan, she didn’t either. Mark looked at Jordan and his eyes went down her body and back up.

“Keep your fucking eyes to yourself. Leave.” Leah snapped. Leah never snapped. Jordan’s eyes widened.

“It’s a bit hard to when-”

“Do not finish that sentence,” she warned.

She was standing half in front of Jordan which made YFN think it possibly had something to do with her. He stared at her a moment longer, enjoying the look on her face that was anger and potentially worry, when his attention was caught by something behind YFN.

“Ah, and as if to prove my point.”

A warm hand touched her lower back lightly and the smell of vanilla and bitter orange overwhelmed her as Lucy stepped past and protectively in front of the group. Her hand slid around her hip as she stepped past and took YFN’s hand, holding it behind her and linking their fingers. Lucy. Lucy was here. Lucy. Her body relaxed as she stared at the back of her perfect girlfriend with a look of surprise.

“She told you to leave.”

Mark gave a smirk and opened his mouth but was stopped by Lucy lifting a hand. “Uh uh. Don’t speak. Just fuck off.”

Mark looked like he wanted to argue before his expression changed to something along the lines of apprehension. She couldn’t see Lucy’s face so she didn’t know exactly what she was doing to get that reaction, but she loved it. She put her other hand on top of their already clasped hands in support. Lucy squeezed her hand. Without another word, Mark left, though not without throwing another glance Leah’s direction. Watching him go, YFN caught someone’s eyes briefly lingering on their little exchange in the distance. Catherine. They both looked away.

When he was at a safe distance, Lucy turned, her features shifting from intimidation to adoration as she saw YFN staring at her wide-eyed and unbelieving. She reached out with her free hand and touched one of her dimples lightly. They shared that unspoken word before her hand lowered and she looked at Leah.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing,” Leah responded, her jaw locked.

“Hallo mate!” Jordan beamed and threw her arms around one of her closest friends. “You came!”

“You knew?” YFN asked.

Jordan pulled back, a little sheepish. “I didn’t know for sure. So, you found a flight then?”

Lucy looked at YFN. “Ridley helped me.”

She could have sworn her heart grew twice the size at the thought of Ridley and Lucy helping each other. She had hoped they’d get along and it was slowly coming to fruition.

She couldn’t help but look at what Lucy was wearing. It was an all-black suit, a well-tailored one too, and from the look of it, she was almost certain Ridley had something to do with that also. It was all a similar black besides the button up which was slightly darker and open almost halfway, exposing her neckline down to the space between her breasts, her black bra a little on show. And then there were the accessories, the rings, the necklace, the studs, the cufflinks. 100% Ridley. Lucy noticed her looking and gave a wink, doing some admiring of her own. She stepped closer so their bodies were against each other. They matched.

“Are you going to at least tell me what that was about?” Jordan asked, her focus on Leah.

“There’s nothing to say.”

“Are you joking, Leah?” Oh, Jordan was upset. “You want me to start trusting you again, but you can’t be honest about something that obviously involves me?”

Leah’s eyes closed as she battled with herself. Jordan didn’t wait to see what eventually won out. She turned and walked away, towards the canapés.

YFN went to follow her, but Lucy was first. “I’ll talk to her.” She murmured and gave her girlfriend a lingering kiss on the cheek before she followed her, their arms outstretching to hold each other’s fingertips a little longer as she went.

YFN tore her eyes from Lucy and looked at Leah whose eyes were following Jordan. “Leah…you’re going to have to tell her eventually, otherwise I guarantee he will.”

“I know.”

“So, start with me, and only me. What was that about?”

“I need a drink.”

YFN linked her arm through Leah’s. “Come on then.”

Leah held onto her tight as they wandered to the bar. “It’s about a sex tape.”

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Jordan’s interview with SheKicks magazine :)

For anon <3

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Jordan Nobbs Appreciation

woso appreciation masterlist | with @totaly-obsessed