#always be happy and keep smiling ana!!!

[catmiemy]

Not All Change Is Bad (Lia Wälti x Reader)

Summary: Now that you know Lia has feelings for you, you have to figure out where to go from there.

The next morning you woke up exhausted, only having managed to fall asleep for a few minutes at a time. You were weirdly relieved when you checked your phone and it was finally an acceptable time to get up.

A/N: Thanks to the long weekend I actually finished this second part already. You can find the first part here.

This got a bit longer than I thought and I didn't even include most of the fluff at the end that I already planned out. So potentially there could be a third part focused more on happiness with a bit of angst. Let me know if you'd liked to read that. :)

Nadine was still sleeping soundly, so you didn’t have to deal with her seeing the mess you were. You headed straight to the bathroom, annoyed with yourself when you saw how horrible you looked in the mirror. There were dark bags underneath your red eyes, spots all over your cheeks from rubbing away all the tears and your hair resembled a bird’s nest from all the tossing and turning you had done.

You quickly went to work to make yourself more presentable. The last thing you wanted was for Lia to feel guilty when she saw you. You would be damned if you made this any harder for her than it had to be, and if the only thing you could do was pretend you were okay you would do that.

In your noble quest you completely forgot to take into consideration that to Lia’s eyes it would seem like this whole situation hadn’t affected you at all. She almost burst into tears when she saw how put together you looked, the only thing saving her from it, was Ana pointing out all the signs that you were actually not fine that were right underneath the surface of your carefully crafted façade.

The whole camp felt like torture to you and more than once you wished it was finally over. But every time you did you remembered that at Arsenal you would still see Lia, who could barely look into your direction anymore and darted away whenever you were anywhere close to her, almost every day. And back home Jessica was waiting for you.

Your girlfriend and you still hadn’t talked or even texted, which wasn’t too uncommon on Jessica’s part after an argument. Her go to reaction was to completely ignore you, while you usually did everything to get your girlfriend to forgive you, sending long, heartfelt texts, buying her small gifts, apologizing over and over again. You had never questioned if this was okay or healthy, and you didn’t really question it now, you just didn’t have the energy to do it, so you didn’t.

Every once in a while you remembered how you had completely ignored her call after you had asked to talk that night and were hit by a pang of guilt. You should reach out to your girlfriend. And you also should talk to Lia, make things easier for her. You should be fine with all of this, you should communicate more and better, you shouldn’t let this distract you from football, you shouldn’t feel like hiding away for the rest of your life.

As the days passed you became increasingly frustrated with yourself and your inability to do any of the things you should do. The only thing you managed to do halfway decently was keep up appearances well enough. Sure, many of your teammates checked in with you, but they accepted your forced smile and your fake cheerfulness as you assured them that you were totally fine.

Ana was a different story. She tried to push a bit harder, but every time she did, you sent her right back to Lia. “Please just make sure she’s alright, yeah? I’m totally fine, don’t worry about me.”

This did nothing to stop your friend from worrying, nonetheless she always listened to your request, well aware that the only person you really felt comfortable opening up to was Lia. Therefore Ana could only hope that as time passed the two of you managed to find your way back to each other again, maybe even as more than best friends. She still held out hope that you actually returned Lia’s feelings and just needed a little longer to figure that out.

As much as you had often wished camp was over when it actually was and you were boarding the plane to take you back to London, you desperately wanted to stay. Going back home meant you could no longer ignore the whole situation with Jessica and how horrible you’d been acting. It took every ounce of your willpower to force your feet to take you into the plane.

Another thing you dreaded was spending the flight next to Lia, although a small part of you also clung to some hope that the forced proximity would do you good, give you a chance to talk. However as you found your seat all that hope was ripped from you, in the seat that should have been Lia’s sat Noelle, smiling at you sympathetically.

All you could do to avoid breaking down right then and there was to sink down in your seat and blast music into your ears. Thankfully Noelle got the hint and left you alone.

Throughout the flight you did your best to keep your mind occupied with doing at least three things simultaneously. Nevertheless, the closer you got to landing the more your anxiety spiked. Poor Noelle was probably getting annoyed by your constant leg bouncing and fidgeting. Not that the gentle woman would ever say anything.

At the airport when you were slowly heading to the exit to catch a cab back to your apartment you were suddenly stopped by Lia’s voice, “Y/N, wait!”

With a racing heart you stopped in your tracks, turning to face your best friend. Although were you even allowed to call her that anymore?

Lia approached you with a worried face, picking at her cuticles, a clear indication to you that she was nervous. This hurt; you never wanted to get to a place where she was nervous to talk to you.

“I know things are weird between us right now and I really want to move past it, I just don’t know how yet. But…I still wanted to check in. Are you okay to go home? I know you left things with Jessica in a weird place and you looked almost scared on the plane and no matter where we stand I’m still always here for you,” Lia rushed out.

Your heart cracked and all the tears you had held back on this day so far gathered in your eyes, blurring your vision. How very Lia of her to still worry about you and ignore her own emotions and insecurities to make sure you were okay when you were the reason she was so miserable. 

You shook your head and blinked harshly to chase away the tears, then you plastered a what you hoped to be reassuring smile on your face.

“That’s very sweet of you, but please don’t worry about me, I’m totally fine, and after all these years I know how to deal with Jessica.”

Pain flashed in Lia’s eyes and you kicked yourself for bringing up how long you had been with your girlfriend. Way to hurt her more!

She smiled back at you and you could only hope that your smile had been more convincing than hers. “Okay, but never forget that I’m still always here for you.”

And with a goodbye Lia walked away from you, leaving you with an aching heart. Now that you had spoken with her again, it was even more painful to go back to this weird place of not talking. You wanted to run after her, share a ride like you normally did, and maybe hide out at her apartment for the rest of your life so you never had to deal with Jessica.

In front of the door to the apartment Jessica and you shared you took a moment to hype yourself up. You could do this, you had done this about a million times. Maybe it had never been this bad, but you would just have to grovel a little more.

You entered the apartment, calling out to your girlfriend. Just as you expected you didn’t get a response. Maybe she wasn’t home! Even if that would only postpone the argument for a little while, you still wanted it to be true.

Sadly you were out of luck. You quickly found Jessica sitting on the couch, staring at her phone and completely ignoring your presence.

“Hi,” you greeted her awkwardly, your girlfriend still not showing any signs of having noticed you. “Look I’m sorry I didn’t pick up the phone and haven’t reached out since. This camp has been absolutely crazy.”

It was a weak explanation, and definitely not enough to get Jessica to acknowledge you again. To even have any hope of getting there you would need to apologize and beg. However when you were searching for the right words, you realized that you didn’t want to do it this time. You were tired of these same old patterns that always left you feeling like you weren’t good enough.

You weren’t someone that got mad often, but now you could feel all the suppressed feelings inside of you rapidly turning into anger.

“Can you just cut this crap out and talk to me like an equal human being?” You snapped at Jessica.

At least you succeeded in getting a reaction. She dropped her phone, turning to you, the surprise on her face quickly morphing into anger just as intense as your own.

“Excuse me?! Who has been ignoring me for the last ten days after not picking up the phone when it was you who suggested we talk that night? I think I have every right to be angry,” Jessica yelled back at you.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t be angry, but acting as if I’m air is just plain childish! I said I was sorry and I also said that things have been crazy, but apparently you don’t care about that.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Okay then, what crazy thing happened that stopped you from contacting me at all? Did the monster under the bed steal your phone? Or did aliens project a force field around your camp, stopping all electronic devices from working?”

Her mocking only made you angrier, so without thinking about it if it was wise to reveal this to Jessica, you told her about learning of Lia’s feelings for you.

After that all hell broke loose, everything the two of you had kept inside for way too long spilling out in hurtful words, ending in a scream match that had neither of you even hearing what the other was saying anymore.

In the end it was you who said the fateful words, “I think it’s high time that we break up! Well it was probably high time years ago and we were just too stuck to notice.

“No, I don’t accept that! You don’t break up with me, I’m breaking up with you,” Jessica retorted.

By now most of the anger had drained from your body, you just shrugged your shoulders. “Whatever, I’m leaving.”

Once you were out of the apartment you just started walking; the entire palette of negative emotions fighting for the lead inside of you. Before too long you found yourself standing in front of Lia’s little house. Just the sight of the familiar building that had been your refuge so often in the past was enough to break down the emotional barriers you had carefully constructed over the last couple of weeks, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

Lia had said you could still come over if something happened. So despite feeling more than a little unsure about it, you walked up to the front door and knocked. You needed her right now and if she would send you away you didn’t know if you could deal with it.

Of course there was no reason to worry, Lia didn’t miss a bit, ushering you into her apartment and holding you tightly while you cried your eyes out. You weren’t coherent enough to explain what had happened, but from the bits and pieces you managed to get out, she got the gist of it.

Somewhere in the back of your mind was some immense guilt for making Lia take care of you after everything, however it was drowned out by how safe you felt in your best friend’s arms. You wanted to stay there for the rest of your life, blocking out the rest of the world.

After your crying session you were hit by a wave of extreme tiredness, your eyes fluttering shut every so often. Lia gently massaged the back of your scalp, knowing you were prone to tenseness there, and it was making you even sleepier.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” She offered.

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You should refuse, you should pull yourself together and leave Lia be, maybe call Leah to come over and check up on her after you had once again dumped your emotions all over her. You should be a better person and do that, instead you mumbled, “Yeah, I’d like that very much.”

The two of you got ready for bed. Lia insisted on it, you would have happily stayed on the couch in your regular clothes without brushing your teeth if it meant you didn’t have to move. There wasn’t any need for using a spare toothbrush or borrowing some clothes from Lia, you had left this kind of stuff here ages ago. It was just easier this way with all the impromptu sleepovers you had.

The two of you lay down on your respective sides of the bed, facing each other like you usually did to exchange some whispered words before falling asleep. You were already half asleep, not alert enough to stop yourself from mumbling, “I really really missed you, Schätzi. So stupid of me not to realize I also have feelings for you.”

You drifted off to sleep immediately afterwards, completely missing the way Lia went rigid as she heard your words, an onslaught of different emotions hitting her. The hardest one to deal with was the renewed hope she had mostly buried long ago. For years she had dreamt of you telling her that you felt the same way, she had played out hundreds of different scenarios of how it might happen. And Lia thought it would make her the happiest person on the planet.

However now that you had said the words, she was just scared. Scared that you didn’t really mean it, scared that you were merely confused by the emotional rollercoaster you were going through, scared that you were only clinging to her because Lia was familiar and comforting.

When you woke up the next morning the bed next to you was empty. For one blissful nanosecond you thought this was just a normal sleepover until all the memories hit you with full force. Shame and guilt began eating at you for putting Lia in this position, not only had you shown up here and made her comfort you after your breakup, you had also blurted out that you too have feelings for her at the most inappropriate time possible.

Not that it wasn’t true. The realization had been simmering underneath the surface for a while, not something that you were ready to acknowledge yet, but now that you had, there was no doubt left in your mind. So that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that it absolutely been the wrong moment to say it.

With a rapidly beating heart you finally got out of bed, determined to find Lia and apologize. You found her in the kitchen, staring into her cup of coffee. She looked dead tired, almost slumping onto the table. This only made you feel even guiltier. No doubt had your careless words cost your best friend some sleep.

Despite everything Lia still offered you a weak smile and got up to get you a cup of coffee. You tried to protest, but she simply waved away your words. Lia never trusted you to make your own coffee; she knew you had a tendency to make it too strong which then in turn made you a little hyper. 

“I’m sorry,” you said at the same time as your best friend stated, “There are some things I need to say.”

You nodded, gesturing at Lia to continue talking; she deserved to go first and get everything she wanted off her chest.

The brunette took a deep breath and when she began talking it sounded rehearsed, making you wonder how early she had gotten up to prepare and practice this whole speech. “I thought about all this for a long time and as much as I want to be the one to support you through this breakup, I don’t think I can.”

“What you said yesterday before falling asleep…It was everything I’ve wanted to hear for the longest time, but I think it’s important that you take your time to figure things out and make sure that you actually mean it.”

You opened your mouth to assure Lia that you did, how could you not? But one pleading look from her was enough to shut you up. She wasn’t ready to hear it; nothing you could say would make Lia fully believe it.

“So let’s just take some time, yeah? This way you can work through your breakup and everything else,” the brunette concluded.

Once again you nodded, even if it wasn’t what you wanted at all. You totally understood Lia’s request for some time apart and you would give her as much as she needed. After all she had apparently been waiting for you for years, so this was the least you could do.

“I don’t want to kick you out, but I really believe this is what’s best for us in the long run. But I can help you call one of our teammates so you can stay with them if you don’t want to go home?” Lia offered.

She was clearly conflicted about this course of action, still worrying about you. Therefore you quickly shook your head, reassuring the midfielder that you were fine and already had a plan. “Please don’t worry about me,” you told Lia more than once.

However the fact that you got up after saying this and walked towards the front door still in your pajamas definitely didn’t help your case.

“You know you can get dressed and even take a shower first,” Lia said, trying to keep her voice light and joking, when in reality your confusion scared her. Would you really be okay?

After taking a swift shower you felt a little more like yourself and managed to convince Lia that you wouldn’t walk right into a disaster if she let you out of her sight.

Saying goodbye was awkward, both of you looking at each other, unsure what to do. You longed to hug your best friend, but you didn’t think that would be welcome right now, so you merely waved at Lia lamely and told her you would see her at training.

During your shower you had come up with a plan; you waited until you were sure Jessica would have left for work, then you went to the apartment and packed a bg. All of your teammates would have happily let you stay with them, but you didn’t feel comfortable going to any of them, so instead you headed to a nearby hotel.

The moment you closed the door of your hotel room behind you, you sank to the floor, breaking down completely. You had thought you had cried yourself all out last night, but apparently there was an inexhaustible fountain of fresh tears somewhere inside of you.

That’s how you spent the rest your day, crying in various places. At some point you moved from the door to the bed, staying there until you had to go to the bathroom, crying on the floor leaning against the bathtub for a good while.

It was a small mercy that you feel asleep pretty early, exhausted from all the crying and from beating yourself up mentally. You were so angry at yourself for how you had treated both Lia and Jessica, you should have been better!

The next morning you felt like you had a hangover, your head pounding. However at least you were in control of your waterworks again, so you were hopeful you wouldn’t start crying during training. After another shower and a quick breakfast you felt a little better, confident in your ability to pretend to be a normal human being for as long as you needed.

And that’s what you did, not only that day but also the following ones. You acted throughout the day like you were fine, when someone asked you how you were, you stated time and time again that you were fine, no matter how much anyone could see that you weren’t.

The biggest challenge to your composure were the sad looks Lia kept sending your way when she thought you didn’t notice. It hurt you on a visceral level that you were the reason she was so miserable. In reality that wasn’t why Lia continued to look at you like this, it wasn’t because you had made her unhappy, but because she hated to see you take so little care of yourself and quietly falling apart in front of her eyes.

Every day as soon as you could you would go home, declining every invite to hangout from your teammates, because as soon as you stumbled into your hotel room, the tears returned, and all you could do for the rest of the day, was lay in bed, cry and berate yourself.

How had you been so stupid and not noticed Lia’s feeling for you? Why were you so weak and pathetic and ran right to her side after your breakup when you knew this would only make it more difficult for her? Furthermore you also felt horrible for how you had left things with Jessica. Sure, your relationship hadn’t been good for a while, but she deserved more from you!

About a week later you were once again laying in your hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, hating on yourself when your phone rang. You planned to ignore it, like you had been doing for the most part lately, but it kept on ringing again and again. With a deep sigh you picked up without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello,” you croaked, your voice hoarse from crying.

“Y/N where the hell are you?!” Ana almost shouted.

Confused you started at the phone. “What?”

“Where are you?” Ana repeated a little slower, “I know you aren’t at home because the lovely Jessica told me as much and after doing some inquires I also know you aren’t with any of your teammates, so where are you?”

All of this could only mean one thing, Ana was in London and you really weren’t prepared to give up your plan of wallowing in misery to face her.

“I’m at a hotel. Happy? Now go and see Lia, I think she could use a friend,“ you replied, praying that this was enough to satisfy Ana.

You should have known that it wasn’t and you also should have known that your friend would figure out the only way to get you to tell her your location.

“You better tell me right now where you are or I’m calling Lia and tell her that you’re hiding out all alone in a hotel,” Ana threatened.

“Ugh fine,” you huffed angrily, letting her know what hotel you were staying at and your room number. Then you hung up the phone without as much as saying goodbye. If Ana was going to be like this, you sure as hell weren’t going to be polite.

You used the time you had until Ana’s arrival to make yourself look a little more presentable. It only worked semi-decently and the traces of your most recent breakdown were still very much visible on your face when you heard the dreaded knock.

“Oh Spatz,” Ana sighed when she laid eyes on you, guiding you carefully over to the bed and basically pulling you into her lap.

To your great annoyance the tears took this as an invitation to start falling again right away, and it took a good while for them to stop.

“Y/N what are you doing?” Ana asked you gently once you had calmed down.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m doing my best to give Lia the time she needs,” you explained.

Ana tilted her head to the side, studying you intently. “Time for what exactly?”

“To get over my stupid behavior, to figure out if she still wants to be with someone as horrible as me, to heal all the parts of her heart that I’ve hurt. Take your pick,” you replied, the anger for yourself making your voice harsh, almost hateful.

“Oh Spatz,” Ana said once again, reaching over to tuck a strand of her behind your ear. “You’re being way too hard on yourself, just because you didn’t handle everything perfectly and made some mistakes along the way doesn’t mean that you’re a bad person”

“And I can tell you that that’s not what Lia is thinking at all. She didn’t propose this time apart because she needs to figure things out. She knows exactly what she wants, she has known for years. You on the other hand just got out of very long term relationship. Lia wants you to take enough time to deal with that and process your feelings before you jump into something new. She’s waiting for you to be ready and at this rate you’re never going to be. You can’t just ignore everything, Y/N!��

It took a lot more reassuring on Ana’s part until you could even begin to believe her. Thankfully your friend was very patient and kept telling you the same things over and over again until a small seed of hope was planted inside of you.

She didn’t leave it at that though, Ana also helped you make a list of things you could do over the next few weeks to help you process everything. Journaling was on the top of the list, as ws eating regular meals and not spending too much time in bed. Furthermore you vowed to contact Jessica and figure out how to proceed with your shared apartment, and on Ana’s insistence you promised to talk to your teammates more and spend time with them instead of holing up by yourself all the time.

You actually followed this list meticulously, and made sure to give Ana regular updates. Especially once you got the sneaking suspicion that she in turn informed Lia how you were doing because the midfielder looked more and more relaxed every day. The first time she smiled at you again your heart skipped a beat and you felt like a lovesick teenager. Then slowly Lia stopped keeping her distance, you still didn’t talk just the two of you but being part of the same group conversation became a regular occurrence.

After about three weeks you gathered all your courage and decided to ask Lia if she wanted to have coffee. It was a weird feeling that something that used to be the most mundane thing ever made you want to jump out of your skin. Doubts were flying around your mind as you walked towards Lia. The big smile that appeared on her face as she saw you definitely helped to make you feel a little calmer.

“Do you want to get coffee?“ You blurted out, mentally face palming at your lack of eloquence.

Lia chuckled, finding exactly this awkwardness endearing. „Yeah, I’d love to,“ she replied to your relief.

After training you met up at a coffee shop you had gone to a million times in the past, but this time felt entirely different, you might as well have been on another planet.

Once the two of you had found some seats and ordered your beverages, Lia looked at you expectantly. You had this all planned out, but now your mind was completely blank and you couldn’t think of a single thing you wanted to say.

Dejected you buried your face in your hands. “Man I’m so bad at this. Sorry, Lia!” You moaned.

Lia gently tugged your finger away from your face, holding on a little longer than necessary. “This isn’t a test, Y/N, just start with why you asked me out for coffee and then we’ll go from there. I don’t expect a perfectly rehearsed speech.”

You did expect that from yourself though because you knew Lia would have been able to deliver one. Sadly you were once again a disappointment to yourself, so there was nothing else to do than follow Lia’s advice.

“I guess the main reason is that I missed you. So much that it’s sometimes difficult to breath and if there’s one thing I know for sure by now it’s that I can’t imagine a future that you’re not part of. I can’t believe how stupid I was not to realize that ages ago.”

At this Lia huffed unhappily, she didn’t like the way you put yourself down at all. Despite this she didn’t interject, she didn’t want to stop your flow of words, knowing how hard it would be for you to get back into the mindset of sharing so freely, even with her.

“So often I was happy to get out of the apartment Jessica and I shared to spend time with you. When something good happened or well I guess also something bad you were always the first person I wanted to share it with. Nothing makes me happier than to see you happy and when you smile at me my entire world lights up. I can’t believe that I didn’t realize that you’ve been more than my best friend for the longest time.”

“And I know three weeks probably doesn’t seem like enough time to get over such a long relationship, but the truth is I’ve been finished with that relationship for a long time, and I think so has Jessica. We just stayed together out of habit. And don’t get me wrong, there’s still some things I need to do, like have a long and honest conversation with her, but I really want you back in my life. I completely understand though if you’re not ready. That’s totally valid of course…”

You would have continued to ramble if Lia hadn’t stopped you by gently pressing a finger to your lips, her eyes shining with love and warmth.

“I think we’re ready for that too. Not start a relationship right away, I need more time before that and I think you do too, but just things like this. Spend time together, hang out, slowly figure out together how our new normal is going to look like. Does that sound okay?”

“That sounds absolutely perfect,” you responded.

Not too long ago you had lain in a hotel bed in Switzerland scared because things between you and Lia would never be the same again, now you were filled to the brim with happiness and hope because things would never be the same again. Just the thought of how your relationship with Lia was going to look like made you feel excited. It was everything you’d never dared to dream of.

[magics-neptunes-things]

Concussion

Hi guys!

I don’t have much to say about this story, except that I hope you like it. I’m not so happy with what I’ve been writing lately to be honest, so if you have any ideas or suggestions, I’ll gladly listen.

Summary: You are injured during an international match, far too far from your girlfriend’s comforting arms.

TW: Wound, blood.

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Playing under the snow doesn’t appeal to many people, but you have always liked it. You like the idea that weather conditions make players think differently and nothing amuses you more than having to clear the ball from the snow before putting it back into play. You and your Swiss team were winning 1-0, a goal scored by Ana from the start of the match and you have managed to keep the advantage since. Especially helped by Lia’s talent in midfield. You flew with her from London, playing for Arsenal, just like her.

That’s where you met your girlfriend. Leah, despite the fact that she is still recovering from her injury, remained in England, still having to respect Sarina’s wishes. The trainer seems to want to keep her captain close to her, even injured.

After the middle of the second half, the snow falls even stronger than before. The ground is slippery for your shoes, but prevents the ball from rolling properly. This doesn't prevent Ramona from sending you a ball to allow you to run quickly near the goalkeeper of the other team. If you could score a second one, it would completely shelter you.

However, you are stopped rather abruptly in your race by another player, just when you passed the penalty zone. The tackle itself is far from mastered and throws you to the ground. Because of the snow, you find yourself sliding against the post of the opposing goal, making you inert. A silence falls on the football stadium and you don't feel when the opposing goalkeeper roll you on the back. When you regain consciousness, you see the faces of your national team healers leaning over you.

"She is awake" one of them launches in Swiss-German, provoking sighs and exclamations of relief around you.

For your part, you are confused. Your whole body hurts and you have trouble concentrating. The snow failing on your face is cold, but it help your headache.

"Leah" you whisper, before closing your eyes when they put a flashlight in front of them.

"She’s right there Love" a female voice answers before calling her.

When you see Lia appear in your field of vision, you understand the misunderstanding. What an idea to have chosen a girlfriend and a best friend with a similar name. Lia doesn’t need you to talk to her to understand, and you're glad. She send you a little smile. The pain in your head is appalling and keeps you from concentrating.

"It’s going to be okay" Lia gently kneels beside you to take your hand in hers.

In the ocean of pain in which you find yourself, this affectionate gesture is rather pleasant. You close your eyes and let it happen when you are put on the stretcher, launching you lulled by the movements that take you to the infirmary.

"Don't fall asleep" makes you one of the healer, but you can do nothing but release a moan for any answer.

Leah’s face floats in your mind as you darken again, seeking relief from the various pains you have. You regain consciousness in the ambulance but you quickly find yourself nauseous. It only takes a few minutes for what you ate during the day to end up in a basin next to your bed.

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On Leah Williamson’s side, we went into panic mode. She followed your match thanks to her mobile phone and the different streaming offered on the Internet. She quickly knew it was bad when she saw you weren’t getting up. After thinking for a few moments, she left the stadium to jump on the first plane that could take her to you. Still in her coat with the Arsenal logo, she made as fast as possible to reach you, kept informed of your health by your family and Lia.

She came to pick her up at the airport with her car, trying her best to calm your girlfriend. It's in the early morning that Leah can finally be at your side, far too long to her taste. On your side you have to admit that you saw nothing, having been sleeping all along. Your concussion is bad and you’re just going to have to watch your teammates for the next game and probably miss the next Arenal's game. But it could have been much worse.

When the blonde walks into your room, you’re asleep. Her gaze slips on the different machines that are attached to you, frowning. She recognizes the one that measures your heart rate, the one that sends you regular doses of morphine. But her beautiful blue eyes end up running through your face and her heart tightens. In addition to your concussion, you have a impressive cuckold and we had to sew your eyebrow.

"How is she?" Leah asks to the nurse next to her.

"She was feeling nauseous when she arrives here, but it looks like everything is fine now. She’s a little confused as well. When she woke up earlier, she had trouble remembering what had happened. She was convinced she was in London to have appendix surgery."

"She had her appendix removed urgently two years ago" Leah mutters as she looks at you.

The nurse nods thoughtfully and informs Leah and Lia that you need to rest now, before slowly leaving the room. Noticing that her friend seems panicked again, Lia gently puts a hand on her shoulder.

"She went back two years, confusing hospitals. What if she doesn’t recognize me when she wakes up? Or that she forgets we’re together?"

Offering light pressure on Leah’s shoulder, Lia gently shakes her head with a small smile.

"She’s just a little confused. It will be ok, I’m sure."

Lia having been informed that only the family can stay overnight, she in turn leaves your room quietly. Sighing softly, Leah settles down next to you. Being both afraid to wake you or to hurt you, she decides instead to press her face on her two, placed on the edge of your mattress.

When you wake up a few hours later, you are relieved to see that someone has thought about turning off the light from the ceiling of the room. You quickly understand where you are but you have trouble knowing what time it is. Outside, it's not yet day but given the season it could still be 7 hours past. Feeling your head still numb, you prefer to close your eyes for a few more moments. It’s only when you move your hand slightly that you touch Leah’s arm.

Mechanically, you open your eyes and look in this direction, remaining surprised by discovering your girlfriend deeply asleep at your side. Contrary to her habit when she is asleep, Leah’s face is far from relaxed. Her famous frown is still present on her face. Gently raising your hand, you caress her face, applying yourself to erase it. You take the opportunity to put a lock of her hair behind her ear too, clearing her face. You didn’t want to wake her up, but she finally moved slowly and opened her eyes.

"Hi" you do say quietly as you watch her waking up. "How are you feeling?" Leah asked, standing up, wincing as she felt her neck hurt. "Confused. What are you doing here?" "What... what do you mean?" Before falling asleep, Leah let her mind wander perhaps a little too long. Despite Lia’s reinsurance attempts, she has long imagined the different scenarios you would face if you ever forgot what had happened between you over the past two years. As if it were possible. "Aren’t you supposed to be in London?" You ask before you add when you see her getting paler than before "I’m glad you’re here, but you were at Wembley last night? No?" Leah doesn’t answer, seemingly completely lost. Which has the effect of losing you even more. You let it go for a few seconds before you say timidly. "Leah?" "Do you remember me?" mumbles Leah without looking at you. "What the... I don’t understand anything" you moan, softly massaging your temple. "Why would you want me not to remember you?" "The nurse said you were mixing today with your hospitalization two years ago" Leah’s tone is still very low and you are finally starting to understand what can happen in her mind (a little twisted, let’s face it). She let you take her hand in yours, but didn't raise her eyes on you. "I know who you are. You are Leah Williamson, Captain of the England Team, European Champion and my little lovely Muffin" Leah hates that nickname, which you’re only allowed to use when you’re alone. But for once she seems happy to hear you use it, lifting up on you a look where hope and relief blend perfectly. "Can I have a kiss now?"

A big smile on her face, Leah leans over you to kiss you tenderly. If you had been with all your abilities, you would certainly have pulled her onto the bed to squeeze her against you. But that conversation alone seems to have exhausted you and you willingly sink into the cushions after that.

"Do you have pain somewhere?" asks Leah nicely

You shake your head negatively before bitterly regretting your gesture. The grimace of pain that appears on your face doesn't escape Leah who doesn't even ask your opinion before calling the nurses. Outside, the sky finally seems to clear and the clock in front of your bed informs you that it is indeed around eight in the morning.

After a full check-up, the nurse straightens the head of your mattress and informs you that she will bring you breakfast. You’re pouting, not really hungry. But she insisted that you should eat something and it didn’t fall on deaf ears. As soon as your tray arrived, Leah asks you what you want to eat.

"I’m not hungry" you mumble, frowning.

But Leah being known for her determination leaves you no choice. You end up opting for yogurt, leaving bread and jam aside. It's with Leah installed at the feet of your bed, feeding you with a spoon, that your parents find you when they come to visit you.

********

A week later, you were allowed to go home to London. Despite your headache that sometimes persists, you are much better and you no longer have dizziness or nausea. Leah stayed with you every second, making sure you weren’t hungry, hurt, or thirsty. The blonde may have been a little excessive, but since you were allowed extra hugs, you never complained.

Set up in your plane seats, which Leah chose in first class despite your protests, you let yourself go against her. You have two hours of flight left and since you have no screen for another two days, you intend to enjoy having Leah just for you a little more. You know that in London, you will find your daily routine back. You’re not allowed to resume training, but Leah still follows them, even at her own pace.

"I’m glad we can go home" Leah say thoughtfully while looking at the window.

"Switzerland isn’t good enough for you, Williamson?" you pretend to be offended.

Leah laughs softly and lays a kiss on your hair.

"No, I love it. What I meant by that is that I’m glad that this story is behind us. I was fucking scared."

You just hum, playing with her fingers. You finally learned that the blonde jumped on the first plane possible, renting a jet to make sure to come to you quickly. You already had scolded her about spending so much money for so little, but then you got scolded back, Leah claiming she would die of anguish if she stayed away from you under these circumstances. You didn’t object to that.

"I know I’m an ass sometimes, with my dirty temper and all, but I really love you"

You smile this time, raising your face in her direction. It’s been a little less than two years since you started dating but you were around each other for several months before that. You took your time, preferring to be sure before trying. And it worked pretty well for you.

"I know that your character is only a shell and that inside you are as tender as a marshmallow"

"Shh, somebody might hear you" Leah frown, putting a finger on your lips.

Her face quickly cracks with an amused smile when you pretend to bite her finger.

"Behave yourself" Leah maliciously mumble before putting a kiss on your lips.

She puts her arm around your shoulders to hug you again and you willingly let her take you in her arms. Her scratching in your hair has the hidden purpose of putting you to sleep, and no matter how long you struggle, you end up sleeping peacefully in her arms.

[patriwoso]

Always dancing when you’re around • Ana Maria Crnogorčević

Hidden moments with Ana whilst your relationship is hidden from the public, until it isn’t not more. This fic is requested!

“You’ve had too much to drink.” Ana giggled as you cling onto her arms, stumbling around with a cheeky grin on your face.

“We just won the best trophy, EVER!” You exaggerate, grabbing Patri’s hand. “MVP MVP MVP.” You began to chant, the rest of the team joining in.

You hiccuped and held onto Ana’s waist to keep you stood up right. She was the sober one, not a fan of drinking, but you had taken this opportunity to drink and oh did you drink…

“Baby, I feel all fizzy.” You held onto her, sliding your arms around her waist to keep you on your feet.

“Fizzy?” She chuckled. “Y/N/N, do you mean dizzy?”

You hummed and giggled, looking up at her. “Kiss me” You bit your lip, you hands rubbing at her sides.

“That I can do.” Your girlfriend smirks, leaning down to break the height barrier and kissing you softly until you pull away for a breath of air.

“You taste like cola” You tell her, dropping your head on her chest.

Later that night you were laying in bed with Ana, you were dead to the world as you were slotted between the taller girls strong thighs, your head on her chest.

She scrolled through her Instagram feed, clicking on Claudia’s story to see a video of Patri and Cata doing shots, what Claudia didn’t realise is that she had also captured yours and Ana’s heated moment in the back of the video which had now been posted for the world to see.

And that’s where the talking started. You and Ana had almost been dating a year when the first idea of you as a couple had popped into the public eye, and the fans went crazy for it.

-

When the full time whistle blows, you shake hands with the Switzerland team. Your eyes however only looking for one person. Your person.

"Y/N!" You turn around and see Ana calling you over, stood with Mariona and Lia.

"Hey" You smile softly, just wanting to wrap your arms around the taller girl and tell her how sorry you are.

Spain beat Switzerland 5-1 to advance to the quater finals. You were happy for your team but the feeling was bittersweet as you knocked your girlfriend out of the tournament.

"I'm sorry." You smile sadly with a few tears pricking in your eyes, you didn't like to see Ana sad and knowing you scored 2 against her makes it worse.

"Don't be sorry my love." She puts an arm around you and you hug her gently, being careful with your actions as your relationship is well and truly kept out of the public eye.

You tug on the bottom of her jersey as you pull away from each other. "Can we swap?"

"Of course!" She smiles through her tears, pulling her shirt off and swapping with you.

You keep control of yourself to not look at her with the eyes that are kept away from the rest of the world. Mariona nudged you and giggled when she saw you trying hard to look away from Ana's body.

"I wish we didn't have to do that." You frown, looking at her sad eyes. "I just want to hug you so bad right now." You breathe out.

"Me too, but not here, love." Ana looks at you with her loving eyes, the ones filled with adoration saved especially for you. "I'll find you inside." she promises.

You nod as you continue to chat for a while, until Alexia comes over and tells you that the national team staff have asked for everyone to come into the changing room to get ready to head back to the hotel as you had a flight to catch.

-

Once you'd changed back into your travel wear you put Ana's jersey into your own bag to keep it with you so it wasn't to get lost with the luggage for the kitman.

You waited outside the Swiss changing room with Mariona, turning your head everytime the door opened.

Finally Ana emerged alongside a few of her teammates that you didn't know too well. She told them that they should go off ahead and that she would catch them up, wanted a few minutes with her 'club teammates'.

Mariona turned her back to keep watch for Vilda or any of the other spanish staff that would put an end to the meeting.

"I love you so much." You whispered as Ana held you close, rubbing her hands up your sides as she kissed you softly. "Keep messaging me everyday, even when you go back to Switzerland?" You ask, holding her hands in yours and fiddling with her ring, the ring you have the matching bracelet too.

"I'll message you everyday sweetheart." She kissed your forehead. "Go show the world what a true star you are yeh? I've seen the running for Golden boot. Your in the lead." She smirks. "I want the trophy on the shelf above the bed. Next to the photo of us on the beach."

"I'll try my hardest." You nod, going on tiptoes again to kiss her, melting into each others touch but being broken apart when Mariona coughs, the signal to tell you to split because someone was close by.

Ana presses one more kiss onto your mouth. "I could kiss you forever." She whispers. "I'll see you soon."

-

On the bus to the airport you sit besides Mariona. You could say you were best friends but she was more like your sister.

"What's the address for the base camp hotel?" You lift your head up from her shoulder.

"Um, it's on my phone somewhere. Sent it to Laia the other day. Why?"

"Ana just asked. Said she wants to send something." You shrug your shoulders a little to say you didn't know much more than that. "Can you send her it from yours?"

She nods.

"Thank you."

You rest your head back onto her shoulder and scroll through social media.

Someone had been keen to spying out the events between you and Ana after the game as photos and videos had made it to Twitter already.

Under a photo of you swapping shirts there were loads of comments saying 'Aww' and 'Barca friends!' but a few fans weren't silly and they knew what they were looking at.

One comment said: 'Reason 1482 to why I think they're dating! Watch Mariona giggling at Y/N when Ana takes off her shirt!🤣'

You smirked to yourself and slipped your phone away, trying to get a bit of sleep before the plane ride.

-

Why Ana wanted the team hotel address all came clear a few days later when a parcel turned up for you.

"Y/N, a package!" Vilda calls you over after a training session, handing you the brown box.

"Thank you."

You take the box up to your room and put it on the bed. "What did you order?" Mariona asks, laying on her bed in your shared room.

"Nothing" You tell her, using a pen to stabbed at the tape to open it up. "I think it's from Ana."

You open the box to see one of her hoodies, one she took back from you after you'd 'borrowed' it from her in the first place. You smile as you lift it up and put it onto the bed, seeing her Barca shorts from a few seasons back with '18' on the leg of them. She knew you loved to wear her old Barca stuff around the apartment and for bed sometimes.

You find a beaded bracelet with the letter of your name on, another with an A too. A small note telling you that she has the matching ones.

"You two make me sick, your so soppy." Mariona teases, flopping back the bed.

Rummaging through your bag you pull out your phone and try to call her. It goes to answer phone a few times then you realise she must still be travelling home to Switzerland.

Instead, you decide to leave her a message.

You

I love you Ana. Call me when you land, I miss your voice. ❤️

-

Spain get knocked out by the Netherlands and your on your flight home when you see the message you’ve been waiting for pop up on your phone.

Ana 👅👅

Flying back to Barca tomorrow morning babygirl, I’ll crash at yours and pick you up from airport xx

You giggle at the name of her contact, remembering when she had changed the name one evening on the bus home from an away game. You hadn’t changed it back.

-

The day after you arrive back in Spain, Ana packs your bags and takes you out for the day. All secrets. That’s what she told you.

She drives down the main road and you wonder where you are going to, she only told you it was a trip. The beach? A night further down the coast line of Spain?

“The airport.” You look at her, half excited and half very confused.

“I’m taking you away for a trip to my home. For our anniversary.” She smiles, looking very incredibly pleased with herself.

“Switzerland?!” You gasp a little, having wanted to visit Ana’s home country for so long.

-

The plane ride dragged a little, having only been home for less than 24 hours.

You got through customs and collected your bags, deciding to get a coffee to help keep you awake.

“Here” You pass Ana her coffee, taking a sip of yours before screwing your face up. “Oh my god, that’s fucking rank.” You whisper, keeping your voice down with the language you chose to use.

Ana chuckled, taking your coffee and switching it with hers. “Have this one.”

“Thank you, bebita” You used the spanish pet name she loved so much.

You stared into her eyes a little too long and you were snapped out of it when two teen girls came rushing over.

“Hi! We are big Barcelona fans, could we get a picture?” The tallest girl asks.

“Your my favourite player!” The smaller girl tells you.

You take selfies with them and sign their phone case before they rush off back to wherever they appeared from.

-

Within minutes your phone was blowing up with mentions and tags on your social medias. Photos of you and Ana sharing coffee and looking at each other with loving eyes had been stuck on the internet. Typical.

Comments:

- OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE

- They are defo dating!!!!!

- Y/N is wearing Ana’s jacket!! Look 3 posts ago on her feed - it’s the same one!

- WHERE IS THIS? 😱😱

“Hmmm, they know.” Ana mumbles into your hair, her chin resting on the top of your head.

“We did well keeping it quiet for so long”

-

You trip in Switzerland was almost over, one day left before you had to fly back to Barcelona.

“I want to post something.” Ana breaks you out of your thought as you search through the suitcase to find your pyjamas.

“Post what?” You look at her, finding the shorts you were after and getting changed.

“Us.. for today, our anniversary. One year is a big deal Y/N”

You nod, looking at her. “If your okay with that then I’m cool with it too.” You smile.

Ana took her phone out and made an Instagram post with a caption:

One year with my favourite girl❤️‍🩹

In the post she attached a few photos and videos along with it.

1. A photo of you walking up ahead, climbing a mountain in Switzerland.

2. A video of you both dancing in the changing room after the champions league final. Ana had put her arms around you and forced you to dance in the middle of the locker room.

3. A photo of you both with the UWCL trophy on the pitch after the match.

4. A photo of you asleep in bed, a blanket covering you and a sleep mask with false lashes she had stuck on the top to make it look funny.

5. A video of Ana giving you a piggy back on the beach. Keira had taken this video on a double date with her and Lucy.

6. A photo of you in each others jerseys after the world cup match, Mariona and Lia stood at your sides too after they had switched as well.

7. A photo of you asleep on Ana as she tried to read a book, your head nestled into her neck.

8. A photo of you and Ana on the beach. You had your hands over your breasts, as you had stripped from you bikini top, and sunglasses on your head. Ana sat behind you and peering over your shoulder making a silly face.

9. A video of you dancing in the rain outside the stadium in Germany at your game against Bayern.

10. A picture of you both kissing in the club after the UWCL win.

You smiled as the tag came up on your Instagram feed, reposting the post onto your story with the video of you dancing in the rain.

Giggling as you wrote a cheesy caption with

‘Always dancing your around 😘’

[gadriezmannsgirl]

hiii i hope ure doing amazing!!! could i request one for gavi where the reader is more on the curvy side and feels a bit insecure ? if ure not comfortable writing it it’s totally fine !!! sending loads of love have a nice day and thank u for always taking the time to read the requests!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Warnings: Gavi being a cute boyfriend, mentions of wanting to do mature things with their partner, nothing graphic or explicit happens. No proofread, sorry if there's any mistakes

Beautiful Either Way -P.G6

Summary: He takes your insecurities away

You sigh the fourth time in a row, you grabbed the ends of the shirt you were wearing and pulled it off of your body. You stood in silence watching your closet and all the clothes that laid inside there but none of those things were enough for you today. You were going out with both your and your boyfriend's Pablo's parents, today.

And also today was one of those days you felt you weren't pretty enough. Ever since you were young, you have fought to meet the beauty standars society sets but that wasn't for you.

Naturally you have a curvy complex and that's not something you can change and whilst you were happy with your body, you couldn't help but feel sad some days because you couldn't wear x type of clothing without being afraid of how you'll look like and if people were going to judge you.

When you first meet your boyfriend, it was while you were on vacation in Ibiza, you didn't think you would take his attention and mostly when your best friend is a pretty gorgeous, skinny with both great atributes, blonde with green eyes.

You were behind him and his group of friends when some dude tried to play smart with both you and your friend, Ana. And luckily, he and his friends helped the two of you out.

"What are you two doing here?" One of them asked

"We're in the UK having a cup of tea. What about you?" You said smiling and with sarcasm on your tone. The guys laughed softly "Sorry, we're here because our vacations, it was supposed to be a group of three but the other girl got sick last minute and we were actually already in the plane so we couldn't back down" You explained

"Is she okay?" Another guy asked and you and Ana nod

"Are you okay?" A brunette with a frown plastered on his face said to you "The guy touched you?"

"Oh no, I'm fine. Thanks for stepping in by the way"

"It's no problem. I'm glad you're okay" He said looking at you as you blush lightly. He clears his throat and talks again "Would you girls like to spend the rest of the concert with us? I brought my sister and she brought some of her friends too so in that way you girls aren't that lonely here" He said looking straight into your eyes. You blushed lightly, looked down at your feet and then up to meet his big brown eyes. You nod

"Sure. What's your name guy with a sister?"

"Pablo. Yours?"

"Y/N"

You and Pablo didn't minded a lot of the concert since then, he was pretty much talking to you, you talking to him about everything and that night you both exchanged numbers to keep in contact.

You both were sad to see the other leave but it was a delight when you both found out the other was living in Barcelona as well and then the rest is story.

Nine months forward you were in Barcelona, with your seven months boyfriend, Pablo Gavi, getting ready for the small meet-up with the family

"Mi amor, are we ready? We need to go, my mom's texting me that they're already on their way and yours said that they were finishing some stuffs to go ther-What happened here?" He cut himself off looking around the floor seeing all the shirts, dresses, tops, shorts laying on the floor

"I don't know what to wear" You whined crossing your arms around your belly

"But you were ready a few minutes ago?" You give him a look and shook your head before looking back at your closet "Why don't you wear that white top I love on you?"

"Because I don't feel like wearing it today"

"Why not?"

"It doesn't match with the jean"

"You can wear the beige skirt you got last month and with this white sneakers, it'll be perfect for you" You shook your head softly

"I don't feel like going with skirt today, Pabs"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to" You cried out "Have you seen my legs?"

"Yes, I have but I don't see any problems with them"

"They're as big as yours, Pablo!"

"They're not but even if they were, what's the problem?" You hated how clueless he could be sometimes

"That's the problem"

"Why's that the problem? I love them, your legs are gorgeous"

"Well I don't love my legs and I'm not loving my body either" He stayed quiet a few minutes before he clicked his tongue

"I got it now and it's shame you think that way. They're the most gorgeous legs I've ever seen on a girl and don't even get me started on your body" One of his hands gripped yours as he pulled himself behind you and kissed your cheek

You turned your head to him "You have to say that because I'm your girlfriend"

"And even if you weren't, I'd still say it" You shook your head softly, looking ahead of you to re-start the research of a shirt. "Hey, escúchame" (Listen to me) "You don't have to be skinny to be beautiful, Y/N. Your body, the one you're not loving right now, it's the one that I love, that has me crazy everyday and I'm wanting to do so many things to you to prove you that I'm crazy in love with those gorgeous legs, that I'm crazy in love with these beautiful hips, in love with your tummy, with your breasts, arms, hands, jaw, lips, ears, everything" He spoke into your ear, his free arm wrapping itself around your body to pull you into him. You couldn't help the smile at the mention of him wanting to get you under the covers

"But I did not only fell in love with your beautiful physical appearance. I feel in love with your beautiful personality, your way of seeing good things in everything and in everyone, your kindness, your selfless, honesty, every single thing about you. You're beautiful either way and if others can see that, if I can see that, you can as well and I want you to know it, I want you to feel beautiful because you are. Inside and Out. Understand me?" You nod, your heart melting at your boyfriend's love, you had a smile on your face and your let yourself rest against him

"Understood" You whisper turning around to hug him "Thank you for loving me whenever I'm not loving myself"

"I always will love you, no matter what. But you should love yourself always, curvy or skinny, blonde or brunette, tall or short, you're perfect. You're perfect for me and for anyone"

"I'm lucky to have you" He smiled shaking his head

"I'm the lucky one" He kissed your cheek thrice "Now, we've plans and here's what we're gonna do. I'm going to grab that top I love of yours, I'm gonna put it on you and we're also going to put on that skirt, we'll put on one of my jackets" He got closer to your face, lips being milimeters away "...and after we make out for a while, after we take some pics of ourselves being the most perfect couple in the world" you smiled making him smile too, he was so close that everytime he spoke, his lips crashed onto yours but you welcomed every kiss "we're going to go to that dinner, spend a nice evening with our parents and when we come back, we're not leaving that bed until tomorrow so I can show you how crazy you drive me" You laughed throwing your head back before connecting your lips with his

"That sounds like a good idea"

"It doesn't sound like a good idea, it is a good idea and that's what we're going to do if it's okay with you"

"It's perfect for me"

"Then let's go. Get yourself out of those jeans right now" You laugh pecking his lips once again before letting him go into your wardrobe. You looked at him and smiled, he was wearing white shirt and beige pants with white sneakers.

"Are you going to match our clothes?" He threw the skirt at your way jokingly and with a smile, he answered

"Of course I am. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I don't?"

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[reminiscingtonight]

Love You More

Ana-Maria Crnogorčević x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I told y’all what the plan for this fic was but I didn’t tell you about the twist :)

Everything Has Changed (Part One)

[WOSO Masterlist]

It’s not a competition, you like reminding yourself. Allie has two moms, double the love, double the everything, but it is not a competition. 

Mornings where you wake up to sweet kisses on your cheeks, a sleep mused Ana holding your baby girl to your chest is a reminder of why you play the game you play. The family you have waiting for you every single day is worth the early morning wake ups, the long days training on the pitch. With Ana’s soft smiles and Allie’s infectious joy, what more could you ask for?

So it’s not a competition, the love the two of you have for your daughter. 

Only…

It is.

What do you expect when two professional athletes have a baby together? Everything’s a competition.

Even something as simple as dress attire.

---

One--

Post-maternity leave training is grueling. 

You thought getting back into shape after being sidelined from a broken ankle was hard enough, but giving birth to a whole-ass human? Yeah, that took the cake. 

But despite all the pain and grumbling from your side, you did it. With Ana and Allie cheering you on all the way, the day’s finally here. 

Your first game back as a mom.  

Ana’s rushing around the house downstairs, pots and pans clanging as she quickly cooks up some food suitable for the three of you. The two of you slept in late, not noticing the time until Allie woke you guys up with a hungry cry. After scrambling out of bed, Ana was put on food-making duty while you were in charge of grabbing everyone’s clothes, including dressing Allie up into a suitable gameday get-up. 

Holding Allie in one arm, you make your way down the stairs. Tickling her stomach, the blonde gummily squeals back in excitement, more than ready for another adventure to Meadow Park. 

That’s something you’ve come to love about your daughter. Although you love everything about her, her striking resemblance to your wife definitely takes one of the top spots. Despite you being the one to push her out of your body, Allie somehow had more features of Ana than she did of you. 

Making the last couple steps down the stairs, you hurry to plop Allie down in her highchair. Pressing a kiss to Ana’s cheek in thanks, you scoop up your coffee as she gives Allie her food. 

You only have two seconds of peace until you hear an offended sounding-- “Excuse me, what is that?”

Blinking, you follow Ana’s hands to where she’s tugging at Allie’s shirt. Scrunching up your eyebrows you frown. “Uh, an Arsenal jersey? We do play for Arsenal, babe.”

“No,” she huffs, gently lifting and then turning your daughter around so that her last name is on display. “That! Allie wore my jersey last time! It’s your turn.”

Allie reaches out to poke at Ana’s cheeks in excitement, immune to your playful argument around her. 

Ana’s lips twitch as she tries not to smile, but confronted with your daughter’s delighted grunts, it’s hard for her to keep a straight face. 

You lift your coffee to your lips, more than content watching Ana pull goofy faces at your daughter than to meet her clear demands. Distracted, it takes a couple seconds before Ana remembers why she’s holding Allie in the first place. Putting the baby down in her seat with a kiss on her head, Ana turns back to you with her arms crossed. 

“I thought we agreed to take turns on claiming our daughter?”

You scrunch your nose up at her words. “And I thought we agreed to stop making it sound like our daughter’s a puppy at the pound.”

Ana rolls her eyes, handing you your toast and eggs without you even asking. You mumble your thanks as she settles in beside you, both of you watching Allie happily snack on her cheerios across the counter. 

She’s such a happy baby, always has been from the moment you brought her home from the hospital. Ana always jokes that she doesn’t know where Allie’s got it from, both of you being pretty feisty on the field, but you know she secretly loves it. Ana always turns to mush when Allie lets out a squeal of happiness, something you’re also at fault for but also happily tease Ana for doing. 

Nudging Ana, you give her a look. “How about I make you a deal?”

Ana rips her eyes away from your daughter to raise an eyebrow at you. 

“You let our daughter show her love for you today and we can let her wear my last name next game.”

Ana’s instantly protesting. “You said that last week!” An arm is wrapped around your waist before she starts peppering your face with kisses.

You try to shrug off your wife to no avail, laughing at her attempts to change your mind. “Ana, we’re going to be late for my first game back if we don’t leave soon.”

“That’s exactly why Allie should be wearing your jersey. It’s your first game back!”

“Ana!” you groan.

“(Y/N),” Ana mocks right back. 

.

Kim doesn’t look impressed when the three of you rush into the locker room late, Allie wearing her number thirteen Wälti jersey.

---

Two--

A part of you feels empty.

Waking up alone in bed, no sleepy wife to cuddle with, no bubbly baby to attend to, you’re at a loss.

You and Ana decided pretty early on that you would not be hiding your love from the world, your daughter included. A part of this meant exposing Allie to all your football families, whether it be club or country. And when it comes to country…

Let’s just say when there are 44 aunts eager to spoil your child, the two of you have to plan for trading who gets Allie during international breaks.

And this time Ana is the lucky mom.

Even with your pouting and puppy dog eyes, Ana simply gave you a kiss and waved you goodbye with Allie propped up on her hip when Leah came by to get you. You’re lucky enough that the round of friendlies were in England this time round, but nothing could combat the damper of being away from your little girl.

At this point your late night phone calls are the only thing keeping you sane.

Tonight Lucy had given you the room for privacy, opting to go wrangle some girls for a game of cards in Millie’s room. The first couple days the others had tried getting you to join whatever late night activity they were whipping up, but they quickly abandoned their quest after you nearly took Rachel’s head off for asking you to skip “just one call.”

“Just one call,” you had scoffed, angrily huffing at the way Ana laughed at you when you told her the story. “Ana, our family calls are not ‘just one call.’ Stop laughing at me!”

Safe to say you ended that day’s call early. 

But today’s has gone differently so far. 

You’d even go as far as to say you’ve enjoyed it, all Swiss teasings put aside. 

Ana’s laying it on thick, the charm, the pizzazz, everything that made you fall in love with her in the first place. Having a baby clone of herself plopped onto her lap definitely doesn’t hurt either. You’re stuck constantly gushing over how cute your daughter looks, while also throwing some compliments your wife’s way. 

All is going good, the two of you managing to ignore the fact that Switzerland and England are set to play the next match when… Ana let it slip that Allie’s wearing English colors tomorrow. 

“I’m sorry, Allie’s doing what?!”

Ana blinks, owl-eyed as she realizes her mistake. “… I think your connection is bad, you’re breaking up.”

“Ana-Maria Crnogorčević-Y/L/N--”

“That’s quite a mouthful,” she interrupts, secretly loving the way her full name sounds coming out of your mouth.

“Ana-Maria!” you huff, ignoring her tease. “Don’t you dare--”

Ana sticks her tongue out at you before shoving the phone into your daughter’s face. You’re treated with a close-up of your gleeful one-year-old before you hear a “Tell mama goodnight!” and then the screen goes dead. 

Lucy has to dodge the pillow thrown at her face when she comes to investigate the scream that makes it all the way to Millie’s room. 

.

The Swiss girls try not to give Ana weird looks as she parades around the dining room with Allie dressed head-to-toe in her Lionesses gear at breakfast.

---

Three--

“Your moms are weird,” Lia whispers to Allie, holding the small blonde in her arms. 

Sat on the floor of your living room with your daughter, your wife’s best friend has no choice but to watch the two of you glare at each other across the kitchen counter. 

The four of you were set to go out for lunch at a new place recommended by Beth and Viv. Lia even triple checked the time, knowing you to be a stickler for being on time. Despite arriving early, Lia walks into your house to find you two seconds from strangling Ana, a delighted Allie clapping her hands from her high chair.

Grabbing her goddaughter for some cuddles, Lia settled in, waiting to see how long it would take the two of you to notice her.

Through bits and pieces of your conversation Lia has figured out three things. First, Ana has hidden all of Allie’s Crnogorčević jerseys. Second, you might actually blow an aneurysm if Ana doesn’t “stop being the biggest cheater in the whole world.” And third, she really needs to get new friends who aren’t so sickeningly in love.

When the clock ticks closer and closer to one o’clock, Lia’s had enough. Unable to stay quiet, she raises her hand like a child in a classroom. When the action does nothing but urge Allie to stand on her leg (one of Lia’s hands bracing her back, of course) and try high-fiving her outstretched limb, Lia clears her throat. 

“Or!”

Your conversation instantly comes to a stop, both you and Ana turning to the brunette. 

Shooting Ana a quick look, you cautiously repeat the word. “Or?” you gently urge Lia to continue.

Lia lets out a breath, dropping her hand to the delight of your daughter, who doesn’t hesitate to start playing with Lia’s fingers. All three of you try stifling smiles as Lia struggles to stay on track. She gives Allie a pat on the head, trying not to grimace when Allie instantly goes to gnaw on her fingers. “Why don’t you guys just get her a jersey with your last names hyphenated? That is your guy’s legal last name.”

Although a sensible solution, Ana’s instantly shaking her head, nose scrunched up in denial. “Crnogorčević is long enough.”

You nod, backing up your wife. “I don’t think adding my last name would fit on the jersey.”

Lia groans. “Guys-- You know what, that’s fine. Allie can just wear my jersey from now on, capiche? No more arguing, no more stupid ‘I want the baby to love you more’s. I just want to go out for some food now.”

If looks could kill, Lia would be six feet under. It takes the reminder that Lia’s holding your daughter and Ana wrapping her arms around your waist to stop you from rounding on your best friend.

“Excuse me, whose child is she?”

“Get your own kid, Lia. You can’t claim ours,” Ana agrees beside you, a similar frown on her face.

Sighing, Lia has no choice but to watch the two of you turn back to one another and start another round of attempting to convince the other one of why Allie should wear the other’s jerseys. She stays silent because she knows it doesn’t matter. The two of you love each other too much to really let something as simple as a jersey do too much damage to your relationship. 

And it’s not like nine times out of ten Allie doesn’t show up in her little Wälti jersey when the two of you can’t agree on what she should wear anyways.

.

Years later when Allie is old enough to be choosing her own number for her youth team, you and Ana are left to glare at a smug Lia when your daughter enthusiastically chooses the number thirteen.

[alexiabae]

KIND³: lia wälti x fem!reader

Summary: the calmness installed on their chaotic lives.

Warnings: fluff.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

"I don't understand why I'm here." Aitana murmured, playing with her fingers. She was shivering a little, the condensation coming out from her mouth.

Y/N smirked, leaning her head on her shoulder. "It's a Champions League match. Plus, you agree to come." She hummed, watching both teams to warm up.

Aitana rolled her eyes and leaned her back on the seat, deciding to save her hands on her jacket's pockets. "If I knew that it would be so cold, I would say no." She said.

"It's London, I thought you should be used to the cold." Y/N point out.

"Never." Aitana groaned.

Y/N chuckles. "You look like an angry child." She teased.

"Shut up..." She lowly whined, making her friend laugh. "Finally they go in." She saw how both teams get inside to prepare themselves and next time they come back to the pitch is to play the match.

"You love Laia too much..." Y/N hummed, knowing how her friend hates the cold and her complaining about it was the proof.

Aitana blushed a little, moving away the hand from her friend when she pinched her cheek.

"Do you two miss us?" Ana came, drinks on her hands, tending them towards the pair, behind her is Frido.

"Only Frido." Y/N reply, sipping from the cup.

The mentioned chuckled and wrapped her left arm by her shoulders, side hugging her. However Ana raised an eyebrow and positioned herself next to Aitana, not without showing her middle finger to the girl.

"Very mature for your part..." Y/N tried to hold a laugh when Ana gazed at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Careful." The older woman warned, only to receive a hug from the girl, making her eyes roll. Y/N kiss repeatedly her cheek. "Ya, ya."

It's when Y/N's gazed collies with Lia's, the grip on Ana's chin loosened and changed for a side hug and leaned her head on her shoulder, heart eyes directed towards the Swiss brunette, a loving sigh escaping from her mouth. Ana hears her and watches her, seeing how a silly love face formed on her features, making her roll her eyes when directed her gaze towards the pitch, seeing the almost similar expression in her best friend's face.

"You two are apart and keep with those looks on your faces..." The blonde Swiss mumbled, but without showing it, she is happy for both of them, especially Lia.

Y/N shrugged, with a dreamy sigh this time. "I know... Is it amazing?"

The blue eyed woman directed her gaze towards the other one, biting her bottom lip intensely. She watches how she keeps a conversation with Aitana, the smile always accompanies her.

"Hmm." Ana hummed, feeling how her ears felt a little warm, extending on both cheeks. Her gaze came back to the pitch before Frido could feel her gaze on her. "We should sit down." She proposed, sitting down.

The other three imitate her, Y/N changing her seat from before and sitting between Ana and Aitana.

•••

The grip on her collar tightened, bringing her face towards hers, smashing their lips together. Her back hit the wall and a satisfactory sound was heard, making the brunette smile on the kiss.

"I miss you too." She whispers, tightening her hold on her hips. A smirk playing on her lips, seeing how Y/N keeps her eyes closed.

Without opening her eyes, she searched for her lips. The hand on her neck pushes softly towards hers, Lia letting herself guide because can't hold the urge to kiss her back.

Their mouth meets in a fervent kiss. Their tongues keep a battle to see who would win, to stay like always in previous encounters, they both win, swollen lips and whispering nonsense.

Lia's hands loosened the grip on her hips and moved it to her thighs, lifting her. A muffled yelp slam on her lips, breaking the intense make out.

Y/N looked down and saw the smug look on her beautiful eyes looking up at her. "It's not funny."

"It is when every time I do it, you do the same." She teased, gaining a gentle smack on her arm.

The midfielder started to distribute kisses on her face, whispering an apology after depositing one, making Y/N let out a loving smile.

A loud bang on the door after being opened, make them startle and break the moment.

"THEY ARE HERE!" A thick accent sounded. They looked at the intruder and saw a moth of blonde hair before it disappeared briefly to approach next to them.

"Beth, why?" Lia mumbles, putting on the floor her girlfriend, her right arm wrapping instead on her waist. Soon, she was hugged by the loud girl, intensifying her scowl on her face.

"Because I love celebrating with ALL my teammates!" The blonde explained, clearly with the intention to annoy her friend. Her blue eyes meet Y/N and wink at her, making her chuckle.

Soon, many footsteps were heard and the empty room was filled by red and white colours. Confetti and champagne were directed towards them, startling Y/N a little.

"Guys! Be careful, please." Lia warned them gently, who noticed the reaction.

"Go and celebrate with them." Y/N whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek when the brunette looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I'm going to annoy Ana and Aitana." It made Lia giggle.

Lia held her hand until the last moment, before she disappeared from her view.

"Girl, you are screwed up." Beth murmured, smiling innocently when Lia gazes at her.

•••

"It's weird." Aitana murmured, laughing nervously. She moves herself on her spot, her leg bouncing.

Lia chuckled, agreeing with her. "I know..."

Without knowing, they both prayed for their partners to come back soon. Plus the other two blondes, they could keep up a nice conversation with more people, but when they are alone, the words disappear and approach the tense and awkward silence.

"You played really well." Aitana compliments her, trying to create a new atmosphere.

"Thanks... I play better when I need to impress my girlfriend." Lia joked, blushing a little for the choice of her words. For her luck, Aitana chuckled relaxing a little.

"You don't need that with her. She is already impressed by you." Aitana confesses, looking at her.

Her blush deepened, scratching her neck nervously by the confession. "Same here." She confessed too.

Aitana was glad to hear that. She has eyes and with a simple look, she knows Lia is saying the truth, but sometimes it is good to confirm it.

"There is a more reason why I disliked you..." Aitana lowly said, making Lia open her eyes surprised. "You see... Five years ago, Y/N was in a relationship, a long one." She started to explain. She didn't know if Lia was known of this, but she needed to explain the half truth reason. "And not, I do not have the same behaviour as her, in fact, I adore her. I thought that they made a good couple, in my mind there isn't room for the image I knew." Lia saw how after finishing that sentence, Aitana's eyes darkened, it got sad too. "She cheated Y/N numerous times. She played the perfect girlfriend when the reality was different. Bad words, screaming, silly discussion... Y/N always forgive her. Until I found out." She saw how Lia was shocked by this information. "If she touched her in a bad way, I would kill her." She confessed, very serious.

Lia bit her bottom lip, believing every word Aitana said. She has a reason. She was, is, scared her best friend to suffer again. God, Lia doesn't know this, but knowing it now, she wants to hit that girl to make Y/N suffer.

"You are a good person." Lia blurted out, squeezing her shoulder gently. It took the Catalan by surprise, it showed on her face. "I came to blame you for the hate. I would resent it too."

"Please, if for a casual you two don't work, don't play with her. You don't look like that... it's only a warning. I can't see her like that again." Aitana begged her, her posture changing to be more near her.

"I'll do it." Lia promised, closing the distance and giving a needed hug.

They like that for a while, sharing some good memories to pass time, slowly creating a warm bond.

A click took their attention, seeing a sheepish look on Y/N face. "Sorry, I needed a photo from my favourite people together."

Ana passed her and sat down next to Lia. "They made it on purpose. I'm so tired!" The Swiss complained, stretching her free feet on the floor.

Laia walked and sat down on Aitana's lap, kissing her cheek with a kind smile, whispering something that only could hear her.

Frido sat down on the free sofa, enjoying the new mood.

And Y/N walked slowly towards her girlfriend, imitating Laia's action. "I'm so happy..." she let her know, throwing herself to hug both of them, since they are still close.

Lia and Aitana look at each other between the hugs, a silence agreement sealing between them.

[satellite-evans]

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: a fan made a video about your husband not being able to keep himself from talking about you and your unborn child at all times.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff. Like y’all know you can’t expect anything else from me at this point

A/N: I would like to say before y'all come to me and say 'my omg you copied @astranva how could you' I didn't. Nova herself is cool with it and I'm just sick of you guys always putting us against each other. We are both fluff writers for the same white dude. Similarities are going to happen. So please, don't attack me, and don't full nova's inbox with bullshit. Thank you. <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Chris Evans is a well-known name in Hollywood. Not only for his looks, his iconic role as Captain America, and his famous left boob grab, but the way he kept talking about you in all his interviews.

There was no denying that he was obsessed with you and even more since you carried his child. This obsession was even noticed by fans that they couldn't help but make a video about their favorite Marvel star.

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight.

The trending internet video started with a clip of Chris in his famous white suit standing in front of the cameras at the knives out the premiere.

While everyone was screaming at him and trying to get his attention, his eyes were only locked on you, mesmerized by your beauty and making sure you were okay, that the baby was fine.

"Hey Chris, how are you? Good to see you." The voice of the extratv journalist was heard while she was shaking his hand.

"What was it like to be a part of it and work with the cast?" Her first question came immediately after the introduction and made Chris think for a few seconds.

" Uh, I-It was uh, very humbling, y'know a-a lot very talented people who've had uh very long career in this industry so, a lot to learn."

Just when the interviewer was going to shoot him with another question, Chris showed he was clearly not done with his answer.

"Also, also I would like to say that it meant a lot to my wife, Y/N, too." He pointed towards you, where you were standing next to his publicist, trying not to take his thunder away tonight with your very pregnant belly.

"Oh yeah, Y/N is also here tonight! Let's let her join in this interview too!"

Chris then waved the woman off "No, that's okay. She doesn't like this type of thing and I want to respect that. But yeah, she is the reason I accepted this-the job. She is, y'know- my wife is very into detective work and solving crimes so when the opportunity came I just-I had to take it to make her happy."

The next clip showed Chris yet with another interviewer, but this time he was sitting in front of her with Ana de Armas next to him.

"So first, I wanted to say congratulations to Chris. You and your wife are expecting a baby."

In an instant, a smile grew on his face, and he got excited since the conversation was his favorite topic.

"That's right, yeah." He said, with a smirk on his face and his pink in his mouth.

"So how does that feel, becoming a dad after waiting all those years?"

He answered the question with such ease, " It is exciting, but also intimidating, in a way." He started, "Just like you said the need- I wanted to have a family for so long, you think I would've mentally prepared myself, but it is nothing like that. You're scared, you're nervous, you-you constantly thinking if you're going to be a great dad, y'know? All these questions come up and make you more anxious than you already are but, thankfully I have Y/N, she-"

"Omg, she is amazing," Ana interrupted him.

Chris nodded immediately, agreeing with her statement.

"So amazing. I mean, honestly, without her, I think I would be lost. She is the best wife, the best friend, and I know she is going to be the best mother for our child. I-I don't know what I would do without her."

"That's so cute. I'm so happy for you, Chris."

The next clip was him in Massachusetts, on a set of Defending Jacob posing in front of the cameras with a bunch of fans.

"Man, when are you growing your hair back, we loved it in infinity war!" A man said while recording the encounters between Chris and his fans. He smiled and looked towards the guy who said: " I'm sorry but, the wife doesn't like it, so it's not gonna happen. Whatever she wants."

With that, he waved at the fans for the last time before going back to his trailer. He almost missed the guy's response:

"Never thought Captain America was gonna be pussy-whipped!"

Without turning back, Chris shouted back to him : "Why are you saying like it's a bad thing!"

Another video was added of him at the tonight show starring Jimmy Fallon.

"Did you-where you sad when you had to do the end-last scene?" Jimmy asked him after they started talking about the success of Avengers Endgame.

"Yeah, it was very emotional. I mean, it's emotional. These movies are a huge part of your life. And so, when they come to an end, it really it has an impact. But thankfully, I had my wife by my side who supported me throughout everything and, y'know, was there when I needed that extra emotional support."

"Speaking of your wife, Y/N, congratulations buddy she is pregnant!"

The whole crowd started cheering and clapping, Including Jimmy himself, and Chris could only smile and nod, showing how proud he was.

"Yeah, she is. We're expecting a child together, which sounds so odd when I say it because my dream I had for years finally became a reality."

The whole audience was awed, making Chris swoon.

"I am so happy for you pal, I truly am. So how far along is she?"

He looked in the air, thinking and making sure he was giving the right answers.

"She is- tomorrow she will be 7 months pregnant, yeah. Again, I couldn't be more excited about the whole thing. She is incredible. I mean literally, words don't even describe how much she means to me. I love her so much and can't wait to meet our baby."

"That's incredible news, buddy."

The final clip of the video was a self-recorded video Chris made to wish one of his fans a happy birthday.

"Hey Josh, it's me, Chris Evans. So your friends told me you turned 21, and I just wanted to say, have a happy birthday buddy. You're finally at the age that you can drink, at least legally, so go out and have a drink and enjoy it with your friends as much as you can. I would've joined you guys, but y'know, the missus is pregnant and we don't want her to scream at us like a street cat, do we?"

The video also caught you screaming from behind.

"Hey, I heard that!"

"I was just joking honey, all good here!" Chris screamed back. " She just proved my point," he whispered "anyway, happy birthday buddy, thank you for all the love, and enjoy your day. I've gotta show some love to my wife. Don't want her to get too mad at me. See you later, pal."

The video was so loved that it got 10 million in just one day and received many comments from fans:

user1: plsss the way he looks at her, he's down BAD

user2: when is someone going to talk about me the way Chris is talking about his pregnant wife?? WHEN???

user3: I love how he randomly brings up y/n during any conversation lmao

user4: NOT THE STREET CAT LMAOOO

The video got so much love that it even caught the attention of the man himself, Chris Evans.

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Call In Reinforcements, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

Summary: When Y/N's book signing looks like it is going to take longer than he thought, Rafe needs to call in some help.

A/N: Inspired by my own experience at getting to meet these amazing authors!!! It was amazing.

Masterlist

Going to a book signing can be a long process, especially when three of the most popular romance authors are in attendance. However, Rafe is determined to make sure Y/N gets all of her books signed and pictures with all of them without having to spend hours in line. The giant tote rests on his left shoulder while his other arm is wrapped around Y/N’s waist. His eyes survey where they are in line and he is satisfied that they are first. Good thing he paid someone to stand in line since the morning for them. “We are first. That means we can get in and out as soon as they open the door,” he informs her. She looks up at him with a giggle, “I mean we are certainly going to have good spots for the Q&A, but we’ll probably be here for a few hours. We have to stand in line three times for each author, Rafe.” His eyebrows raise and then his eyes narrow. “Hmm,” he thinks before pulling out his phone. “Let me call in reinforcements, Angel.” Her head tilts as she watches him type on his phone. He slides his phone back into his pocket and smiles at her. She shrugs, resting her head on his unburdened shoulder.

——— Thirty minutes later, a rowdy group of boys can be heard coming from behind Rafe and Y/N. She soon recognizes who the voices belong to and spins around to see them. Kelce, Topper, Henry, and Ryan are walking toward the couple. She steps away from her boyfriend. “What are you guys doing here?” she poses, going in to hug each boy. They may be frat boys, but they are always so kind to her. Henry, one of Rafe’s frat brothers, grins, “We are here to make sure you get to meet all of your book writer people without having to wait that long.” “Aww, you guys are so sweet. You don’t have to be here though,” she says. They all shake their heads. “We are more than happy to be here, Y/N. We all love you,” Kelce promises. “Aww, I love you guys too.” Rafe pulls his angel to his side again and presses a kiss to her temple, “Okay, here is the game plan. Y/N and I are going to sit at the front for the Q&A. Topper sits at the back right. Kelce, at the front right. Henry is at the front left while Ryan covers the back left.” He takes a breath to make sure they are following. “I have to be with Y/N so all of her Ana Huang books are signed, so we are going to go there first. We’ll hit Lauren Asher and finally, Elsie Silver. You guys have to make sure to be around the front but not too close because we won’t be able to be there. I am going to call you all closer to line-up time so we can coordinate so keep your phone ready.” At this point, an employee comes to the door and opens it. The boys dash into the room at top speed and settle down where they were told. ——— “Thank you for listening to the Q&A. Now, for the signing,” the commentator begins to note. Out of the corner of her eyes, Y/N can see Rafe slowly get up from his chair in a crouch and make his way to the back. She shakes her head at the lengths her boyfriend will go to for her; she does love him for it though. The commentator points toward the back, “Ana is set up in the middle. Elsie to my right and Lauren to my left. Have fun!” Y/N stands and sees that Rafe is already at the front of Ana’s line, so she takes her time walking to the back. Once she gets to him, he takes out the books he knows need to be signed and hands her a set. There is a little bit of a wait while the authors make their way to the back, so Y/N looks around the room. She spots Kelce and Henry third and seventh in the Elsie line while Topper and Ryan are fourth and tenth in the Lauren line. Eventually, Ana sits at her table and the signing begins.

She gets her books signed and her picture with Ana and the rest goes just as quickly. Thanks to the other boys, it only takes Y/N thirty minutes to get everything signed. They all make sure to take a photo at the photo booth and everyone heads to their cars. “So now that we are done with that, it’s time for the teasing,” Ryan voices. This makes Topper grin, “Right… like how Rafe knows the name of at least three romance authors.” The boys chuckle and Rafe can only shove Topper. “I’m not ashamed. You wanna know why? Because the only reason why I know them is because of my angel and I don’t see you guys in the same situation.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura

[futbol16]

Bebita • Barcelona Femení

Request:  can i please request a barcelona femení x baby reader, where baby r is just super shy, and always tucks herself into anybody’s side, doesn't speak much, etc. and all the girls love her and are so protective of r, especially when interviewers are a bit to invasive, or other players are too rough

Word count: 1,1k

You hide behind Irene’s body - her arm around your front- as she goes off on the Benfica player that just fouled you and you nervously shift to peer over your teammates shoulders. The girl Irene is cursing looks at you with wide eyes before quickly nodding at what your protective wall just said and then she runs off. Irene pats your side as a sign that you can come out from your hiding spot and you move to stand next to her with a bashful expression on your face. 

Irene’s eyes soften at the sight and her lips quirk up into a smile as she rubs your arm in an almost motherly manner.

“You okay Y/N/N?” she mutters, eyeing the light bruising on your thigh and shin from the tackles you’ve received. You give her a slight shrug and then a small smile.

“Yeah, all good” with that you’re off towards your original position as the referee calls for a throw in.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve let one of your teammates do the talking for you, especially during a game when you were playing an aggressive opposition. During your first season at Barca the girls quickly took notice of how you would never lose your cool in a match no matter how many times they’d pull you to the ground or kick your leg out. You always remained composed, sometimes even avoiding these players when you would have to shake hands after the game. 

Patri found it quite funny because despite how much they always tried to keep you on the floor you always outsmarted them and continued until your team would win. So to see you shy away from interacting with them was new to her, especially when everyone else on the team would become even more confident or cocky after beating a team. Not you though.

They can’t exactly pinpoint when they first felt the need to keep you far from the brutality of the world, keep you safely tucked in their arms but the girls hadn’t known a day since then where they wouldn’t make sure you were okay.

Your rather reserved nature meant you hung out with those around you who were similar in this sense. You often spent your training sessions close to Aitana and Laia, the two best friends quietly conversing with you during drink breaks. Off the field you were the exact same, though that didn’t come as much of a surprise to your friends. 

When out with the girls you were more open but still if it came down to ordering for yourself at restaurants Ana and Caro often found themselves ordering for you if you thought it was too complicated. You were embarrassed by this for a good while but as you got closer to the two they reassured you that it wasn’t a bother and that they were happy to help you out. And so you realized that is what friends are for, they make you feel okay about yourself. 

You gently nudged Mapi’s arm and lifted it over your shoulders to move closer to her and the defender obliged to your silent request with a toothy grin as she pulled you into her. It was half time and you were intently listening to the strategies and substitutions Jonatan and the assistant coaches were talking about but you felt a bit alone just sitting there.

 You couldn’t explain how or why you’d have these feelings at the most random moments but sometimes your body needed that contact with someone else’s warmth. 

Mapi had been your person and now more often than not the blonde would tug you closer to her before this feeling could even think about reappearing. You really loved her for that, providing that extra comfort you’d need.

Soon you feel an arm go over your waist and another presence next to you and you barely turn to look at the source, Mapi’s arm keeping your head secure against her chest. 

Your eyes meet those of Asisat and you lightly blush as she gives you a welcoming smile and a squeeze to your waist. You don’t even notice the camera taking a picture of the three of you all cuddled up, too preoccupied with the hot feeling of your cheeks. The fans are over the moon though as they find the photo adorable when Barca posts it.

You hated doing media. Absolutely despised it. Why would you need even more unnecessary interaction with rather unknown people off the field as well? You avoided these situations during games as much as you could, but there was no way to escape from before the camera. To your luck though, they’ve gotten your captain to join you, another person who shared your lack of excitement for media duties. 

But Alexia was good at it in spite of her discomfort and you let her answer the questions for most of the interview. Although it’s not like the brunette has much choice because every time the interviewer directs a question at you, her eyes are on you only. Your response is to lean more into Alexia, your cheekbone against her shoulder as you offer a nervous smile to the camera. A light pink dusts your cheeks as you bid farewell to the camera and scurry off, pulling Alexia with you.

Your captain laughs at your embarrassed antics and she smooths your baby hairs back as you come to a stop at the tunnel.

“You don’t need to feel embarrassed, mi pequeña. Lo hiciste bien” she kisses your forehead in a sweet manner as you let out a small laugh, nervousness slowly dissipating from your body. 

“Gracias Ale, I don’t know why I get like that” you shuffle in spot as you explain but Alexia only beams at you with adoration. An arm swings around your shoulders and you yelp as you’re pulled into someone.

“No es un problema bebita!” Patri’s booming voice rings out and she grins at your expression, quickly pressing her lips against your temple before you can pull away.

“We love you the way you are Y/N/N, shy or not” Alexia’s soft words have you melting in your place and as you get squished into a group hug by the team you realize that your captain’s words are true, you’d be loved no matter what. You were part of the family.

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birthday love

summary: just little birthday love for the birthday boy word count: 1.2k requested: no! warnings: google translate spanish. otherwise, this is tooth-rotting fluff. note: obviously i had to write something for carlos's bday. hope u like this little fic. love you all.

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❃゜·。. ·°゜✼ ゜°· . 。·゜❃

Your fingers gently wrap around Carlos’s wrists, lifting his arm off of you so that you can roll out of bed. He doesn’t stir at your movements, still sleeping peacefully in his childhood bed. His hair is splayed over the grey pillow cases, the moonlight dancing over his soft skin. You admire him for a second longer before grabbing your backpack and slowly slipping out of his room. The Sainz house is quiet at four thirty in the morning, and you do your best to keep the noise down to a minimum. You begin to unload the cheesy birthday decor out of your bag, laying them out on the counter as you look around the kitchen. 

“What are you doing?" Ana's asks from behind you. You jump at the sound of her voice, cheeks tinging red from embarrassment.

“Ahhh… It’s his birthday so I wanted to do something nice for him… something cheesy if you will.” You suddenly felt insecure about your choice, but Ana’s smile eases your anxieties.

“Can I help?”

And that’s how you ended up on the kitchen counter as Carlos’s sister hands you strips of tape. You stand on your tippy toes, taping up a colorful happy birthday sign against his cabinets. You and Ana talk quietly, as she pokes and prods at you to learn more about you. She asks about your career, about your favorite thing, and more importantly how you feel about Carlos. 

“He really likes you,” Ana says, “He always manages to bring you up in a conversation. We were all honestly so excited to meet you.”

“Ditto,” You nod, stepping down from the counter. “I was nervous, but excited. It means a lot that Carlos wants to bring me around you guys… I know how important family is to him.” 

She nods, “He’s really lucky to have you.” She grins widely and looks at the decorated room. From the happy birthday sign, the streamers hanging from the ceiling, and the party hats sitting on the kitchen island. “So what next?”

“Breakfast.” 

“Woah,” A voice says behind you, “Que pasó aquí?” What happened here?

“Es para Carlito,” Ana replies, “Y/n’s idea.” 

You turn around, gaze meeting Blanca and Reyes looking around the room. Carlos’s mom grins excitedly, mumbling something in Spanish about cooking breakfast. You’re frozen in time, looking around the room as the three women in Carlos’s life begin to move around you, quietly trying to help you prepare a surprise for your boyfriend. You felt at home, felt a part of Carlos’s world. Reyes smiles over at you, walking over and giving your shoulders a squeeze. 

“Estás bien?” Reyes asks, “Go rest, we can handle it from here.”

You shake your head, “No no, estoy bien. How can I help?” 

Reyes allows you to cook eggs, while she handles the rest. You enjoy your morning along side his mother and sisters. The kitchen was slowly coming together, the food being put out dish by dish, the coffee pot brewing. It smelled divine, and you gushed over how good everything looked with Blanca. In the time you spent cooking and getting everything together, Blanca managed to put out photos of Carlos and spread them around the room. Photos from childhood up to his moment on the top step of the podium are framed and set in various places.  

“We did good, no?” She asks, grabbing a piece of bacon to snack on. 

“We did. Thank you all so much for helping.” You look at the three women, who smile and nod. 

“His father should be up soon,” Reyes mentions, “Go upstairs, get him up before the food gets cold.” 

You nod, thanking them once again before making your way back up to his room. When you enter, Carlos is still snoring softly with his back towards the door. Shutting it softly, you slowly tiptoe back into bed, shimmying under the covers and throwing your arm over him. You press soft kisses against the skin of his back, nuzzling your cheek against him. Carlos stirs in your hold, the rumbling of his soft groans vibrating against you. His hands meet yours, fingers intertwining with your as he brings it up to his lips. 

“Morning hermosa.” He greets, voice thick with sleep.

“Morning bebé.” You hum, kissing along his shoulder before he turns around and pulls you against him. 

His fingers find their place beneath your chin to tilt your head up and press a kiss on your lips. The kiss is soft and sweet, his other hand resting lazily on the small of your back to hold you close. 

“Happy birthday mi amor.” You mumble against his lips. 

“Gracias.” You can feel his smile in the kiss and the way his fingers leave your chin to tangle themselves in your hair. 

You spend a couple more minutes in bed, tangled in the other before you finally coax him out of bed. When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you place your hands over his eyes and your boyfriend whines in disapproval.

“Mi amor, por qué?” His hands pull yours off but you’re quick to replace them. 

“Stop being a baby and trust me.” You click your tongue, and nudge him forward. 

Unbeknownst to Carlos, his whole family was standing in the kitchen. A single candle sits on top of a stack of pancakes, everyone in their party hats and ready to sing. You stop him just a couple of feet in front of the kitchen island, pressing another kiss against his shoulder before releasing him. 

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor.” You say softly

You step out beside him, looking up at the grin on his face as his family sings him happy birthday. There’s a soft blush on his cheeks, strands of hair either flopping over his forehead or standing up, his grin stretching from ear to ear. There is a twinkle in his eyes as he looks at his family in front of him, and you feel yourself falling for him even more.

“Gracias, gracias.” Carlos slings his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. 

“Todo era plan de Y/n,” Blanca nods towards you. 

Carlos looks down at you, quirking his brow. “Really?”

“Anything for the birthday boy,” You grin. He leans down to press a kiss to your temple.

“Okay okay, vamos. Comamos.” Reyes says, waving you both over.

You all gather around the kitchen island, eating down on the food served. The morning is filled with laughter and love. You enjoy the moments playing out before you, the way Carlos interacts with his sisters. The playful shoves and teasing words, but the love in every gesture. His parents stand back, watching their children with such adoration. You take another bite of your breakfast, enjoying the moment even if you aren’t completely submerged in it. 

“You okay hermosa?” Carlos asks, leaning on the counter next to you. 

“Mhm. You?” Your fingers push the dark locks off his forehead, combing it backwards. 

“I’m more than okay. Thank you so much for this, for everything.” He leans in and gives you a quick peck. “Soy tan suertudo de tenerte. Te amo.” I’m so lucky to have you. I love you.”

“Yo también te quiero, bebé.” 

❃゜·。. ·°゜✼ ゜°· . 。·゜❃

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"My Dreams Are Just Dreams... Until They're Not" modern Mattheo riddle x reader [ chapter one ]

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Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language,childhood trauma ,abusing, cheating ( not the main characters )

words : 1,741

Reading Time : 6mins 20sec

Summery : A week at my best friend's beach house, surrounded by our friends as we meet her soon-to-be fiancé's companions, marks a turning point where the very fabric of my beliefs begins to unravel. It's during this week that I encounter the boy who incessantly appears in my dreams, blurring the distinction between the world of my subconscious and the tangible reality before me. Mattheo Riddle emerges as the poison I willingly imbibe, a curse that feels akin to a dream, weaving its tendrils into the very essence of my being.

Every night, my dreams whisk me away to mysterious places, filled with whispers that I can never quite make out. This time i was in a dark forest, where shadowy figures move just beyond my reach. Their voices surround me, but no matter how hard I try, I can't understand what they're saying.

But in every dream , it’s always leading me to a boy unlike any I had seen before. He had dark hair that fell over his intense eyes, i which I can see his face but no matter how hard I tried it’s always blurry with and always with a snake tattoo wrapped around his arm. Even though he didn't speak, I felt a strange connection to him, as if we shared a secret that only we could understand.

As I moved closer to him, the whispers grew louder, drowning out everything else. But still, their words eluded me. Just as I felt myself on the brink of understanding, I was jolted awake by my friend shaking me gently.

Blinking in the sunlight, I realized we had arrived at the beach house for our one in a lifetime vacation as she loves to call . I must have dozed off in the car, lost in my dreams once again. As we unpacked and settled in, I couldn't shake the memory of the boy with the snake tattoo.

As I unzipped my suitcase and began unpacking my bags, a sense of excitement washed over me. The beach house getaway with my friend was finally here, and I couldn't wait to unwind and enjoy some quality time together.

Carefully, I folded my clothes and placed them neatly in the dresser, taking a moment to admire the view from the window as I did so. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore in the distance filled me with a sense of calm and anticipation for the weekend ahead.

Once I had finished unpacking, I made my way to the kitchen to lend a hand with dinner preparations. The savory aroma of spices filled the air as I entered the room, greeted by the sight of my friend bustling about, chopping vegetables and setting the table.

We arrived earlier than the rest of our friends since Julie has Ana important meeting tomorrow before she can finally join as and penny decided to wait for her

With a smile, I rolled up the sleeves of my dark red hoodie and joined her, feeling a sense of camaraderie as we worked together to create a delicious meal. As we chatted and laughed, I couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these – simple, yet filled with warmth and friendship.As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the adventures that awaited us at the beach house.

Sarah wrapped her arms around me, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Y/n, I have the biggest news," she whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

My curiosity piqued, I turned to her, eager to hear what she had to say. "What is it?"

"I think Lorenzo is going to propose to me soon," Sarah revealed, her voice filled with excitement.

My heart skipped a beat as I wrapped her in a tight hug, overflowing with happiness for my dear friend. "Oh my gosh, Sarah, that's incredible! I'm so happy for you!"

"Y/n, I also want to keep this between us for now," she confided, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I want it to be a surprise for everyone else."

Nodding in understanding, I smiled and squeezed her hand in support can’t hide the warmth of being the person she wanted to share it with first . "Of course, Sarah. Your secret's safe with me."

A wistful expression crossed Sarah's face as she glanced towards the window, lost in her thoughts. "I can’t help but just wish for you to find someone who loves you as much as you deserve," she murmured softly.

Her words touched my heart, and I felt a surge of warmth and gratitude towards my dear friend. "Thank you, Sarah," I replied, my voice catching with emotion. "I'm sure that person is out there somewhere."

As the sound of a car pulling up outside reached our ears, I exchanged a quick glance with Sarah. We both knew that it must be Lorenzo, her boyfriend, and his friends arriving for the weekend getaway. Despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach, I made a conscious effort to keep my composure. I was never good with meeting strangers however I never showed , Sara was not just my best-friend but like the older sister I have always wanted to have and i promised her to do everything to make this vacation the best we could even if that mean staying at the same house with Lorenzo friends the friends I didn’t even know existed until a week ago

"I'll go check if they need help with their bags," I offered, forcing a smile as I headed towards the door. Sarah nodded appreciatively, her excitement barely contained.

As I stepped outside, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I didn't want Sarah to worry about me, especially right now when she’s that happy . With a determined mindset, I greeted Lorenzo and his friends or at least the one who was already out of the car with warmth and hospitality, hiding my nervousness behind a facade of confidence.

As Lorenzo stepped out of the car, he greeted me with a warm smile and a small hug, instantly putting me at ease. His friendly demeanor helped to alleviate some of my nerves, and I returned his smile with one of my own.

Then, to my surprise, Lorenzo introduced me to the person standing next to him. "This is Blaise zabini," he said, gesturing towards the tall, handsome man beside him.

Blaise turned to me, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. Without hesitation, he took my hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, a gesture that caught me completely off guard.

As he introduced himself with a kiss to my hand, he followed up with a witty remark that caught me off guard. "You know," he said with a playful twinkle in his eye, "I've been practicing my hand-kissing technique for years. It's a lost art, really."

His unexpected humor broke the tension, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter at his lighthearted comment. His infectious laughter joined mine, and for a moment, all my nervousness melted away

As Blaise and I shared a moment of laughter, another one of Lorenzo's friends stepped out of the car, joining our group. However, instead of joining in the laughter, he made a sarcastic comment that caught me off guard.

"Did you pay the girl to laugh? You're not that funny," he quipped, his tone laced with sarcasm.

I felt a flush of embarrassment rise to my cheeks as I registered his words. While I tried to brush off the comment with a polite smile

As he introduced himself with a charming smile, he extended a friendly hand and said, "Theodore, but you can call me Theo. Pleasure to meet you."

As Theodore introduced himself with a smile, he maintained a more serious demeanor compared to his friendliness. However, I could sense his effort to engage in conversation and make me feel welcome, which I deeply appreciated.

"Nice to meet you, Theo, I’m y/n we are happy to have you all here " I replied with a genuine smile, grateful for his attempt to reach out despite his more serious demeanor.

the person sitting in the driver's seat finally emerged from the car. My heart skipped a beat as I caught sight of him, a strange sense of familiarity washing over me.

I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something about his dark hair and intense, almost black eyes that tugged at my memory. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him, unable to tear my gaze away. It was as if time stood still, and for a moment, I was transported back to the mysterious world of my dreams.

It was as if I had seen him somewhere before, perhaps in a dream.

However, as he approached our group, he remained silent, his expression unreadable. Lorenzo stepped forward, breaking the silence as he introduced him.

"And here comes our Mattheo," Lorenzo said, gesturing towards him with a warm smile putting his hands on Mattheo’s shoulders

Though Mattheo remained quiet, his presence added a certain gravity to the group. I offered a polite smile in greeting, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension a smile in which he didn’t return

As we gathered around the car to unload the bags, I offered to help, eager to contribute to the group effort. Lorenzo and his friends thanked me graciously, and as Blaise jokingly “offered to carry me inside along with the bags”, I couldn't help but laugh.

Before I could respond, however, Theo stepped forward and lightly hit Blaise on the shoulder, a silent reprimand for his playful suggestion.

As I stood there, amidst the laughter and banter of my friends, my gaze was drawn inexorably to Mattheo's hand It was as if time stood still in that moment, the air around us charged with an electric tension. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the tattoo, the one I knew every inch of the one I keep seeing day and day the one that look crystal clear on every dream I can’t tear my eyes away I couldn’t each curve and line seeming to pull me deeper into its mysterious allure.a snake that felt like it just come out of my dreams

When I finally looked up, I found Mattheo's intense gaze fixed on me, his eyes like dark pools of uncertainty and intrigue. There was a depth to his stare that sent shivers down my spine, a silent invitation to unravel the enigma that lay hidden beneath his stoic facade.

Fear and confusion danced across my features, betraying the turmoil within me, and yet, Mattheo made no attempt to conceal his scrutiny. It was as though he had been waiting for this moment, watching me with a knowing intensity that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable.

It’s been a year since I wrote anything but I can’t quite get this idea out of my head I hope you enjoy it forgive me for any grammar / spelling mistakes English is not my first language

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Unexpected visit | (c.l)

note: sooo, this is my first imagine ever so please be nice, English it’s not my first language so if there’s any mistakes pls let me know.

it’s a fluffy, trying to cheer y’all up after these crappy two weeks, it’s written in a she/her kind of narrative since I’m not a fan of y/n, but I couldn’t thing of any names for the protagonist, might made this a small series if y’all like this one so pls let me know. I’m kinda proud of how this one turn up so pls you liked it

pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female Character/Reader

summary: Charles girlfriend goes to surprise him at the Austrian Grand Prix, after getting some small vacations at work and missing him too much

warning: Some sexual jokes nothing major and maybe some bad French but give me a break I kinda ghosted my teacher

words: 4.2K

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She missed him, every day and every night, she missed him when she was about to go to sleep, remembering all those times they would FaceTime right before bed, even when he was at the other side of the globe and it was 9am where he was, he would always be sure to call her before bed, she missed those times when he wasn’t traveling, those few days between races where he would stay in their apartment and wake her up with breakfast in bed, or take her to the beach or just driving around in the city of Monaco, right now she was in Atlanta shooting for her new film, but she couldn’t really get her boyfriend out of her mind, needing to see him, hug him, kiss him, feel him and just be with him in general.

It wasn’t more than a week since the last time she saw him, they reunited in Monaco right after Silverstone’s huge disaster in which he did a wonderful job keeping good positions most of the race but getting Ferrari to fuck him over once again getting a disappoint p4 and a really angry Charles at his own team, but at least Carlos had won and she was truly happy for the Spanish’s first win.

Then they both traveled back to Charles hometown, Montecarlo. Her first on Sunday afternoon and Charles joining her later on Monday morning, they stayed there for a good two day, or so, she was supposed to join him at the race but sadly she had to comeback to Atlanta earlier than anticipated, her boyfriend driving her to the airport at two in the morning on Wednesday, leaving her sobbing on his shoulder before catching the plane.

He wanted to come with her, to see her in action like he said, but his schedule didn’t really allowed it, having press conferences and practice a day earlier because of the sprint race.

"And cut!” The director yelled at her direction, getting her out of the small trance she had entered thinking about her boyfriend. “We are done for the day ladies and gentlemen”

“That’s it?” She asked, at little bit confused thinking she had to film some other things before the end of the day.

"Yup, i have a meeting with some of the producers and stuff so I’ll let you when the filming will start tomorrow morning”

She nodded standing up from the floor she was previously laying, walking to her trailer, her assistant running toward her at a full speed.

“He got p2!” She exclaimed excitingly, and probably the whole of the set heard the small scream that left her mouth, whilst a brilliant smile lit of her face.

“Really? Oh my god i knew it, I’m so proud of him” She said hugging her assistant, and taking the towel out of her hand to dry her wet hair and body that came out of the previous scene she was just shooting.

“Did he call?”

“No, not yet they just finished i was watching it live from the app like you asked me to”

“Thank you so much, Ana” she genuinely thanked her assistant, she was really nervous for Charles and a little bit upset that she was going to filming be in between scenes during the sprint race and even though Charles insisted that it wasn’t that big of a deal and that she should be focused on her filming and that he would call her as soon as he could to tell her everything from his mouth, she still asked her assistant if she could watch the race for her so she could be updating her in between shoots and the young girl didn’t denied.

“Yeah no problem, it was actually kinda fun”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Ana”

The blonde started telling her a little bit about how the race went as they both made their way to her trailer, the girl telling her that Verstappen had gotten p1 but her boyfriend still scoring some great 7 points and Carlos some other 6 from the sprint, something the team need for the constructors championship if they still wanted to be competitive, when all of the sudden her phone started ringing as they arrive the door of the trailer, the name of her boyfriend adorned with heart emojis lighting up her screen.

“I’ll leave you two to it, bet he’ll tell you the story better than me”

“Thanks Ana, see you tomorrow, love you”

“Love you too, bye”

“Bye!” Was the last thing shouted back to her assistant as she entered the trailer, answering her boyfriend with a big proud smile on her face as she throw herself on the bed of the big car.

“Baby guess wh-“

“My favorite 7 point winner!” She celebrated smiling through the screen, Charles face all light up because of the happiness he was feeling after scoring some good points that he truly needed, her heart flustered at the sight of his bright smile and redden cheeks.

“You got to watch it?”

“Something like that”

“What do you mean something like that?” He ask as he accommodated himself in his drivers room.

“I made Ana watched and update me while filming” she admitted embarrassed, cheeks tinting with specs of red.

“Don’t me embarrassed ma chérie, I love it when you do small things like that for me, it’s cute”

Her cheeks turned more red with every word that came out of the monegasque’s mouth, a small laugh coming out of his lips when he noticed how nervous he was making his girlfriend.

“Stop Charles, or I’ll punch you when I see you”

“I’ll rather have a kiss if it’s up for discussion mon amour” she smiled, admiring proudly the boy on the other side of the screen, it has been a while since he has been this happy with anything race related, he truly loved the sport but the awful strategic choices that he’s team constantly made, we’re making him frustrated and sad, so it breath of fresh air seeing him that happy, even with a p2.

“I hate you, Charles”

“No you don’t” he gives her smirk on his side of the screen making her roll her eyes and give him the finger.

“No, I don’t” she gives in a small grin flashing her face. “But I do miss you, so much baby” she finally admitted to him, she never liked to tell Charles that she missed him because she didn’t want him to feel guilty like he usually does about everything that surrounded him, even things that didn’t have anything to do with him, like Silverstone and Azerbaijan.

“I know baby, I miss you too, all the frinking time, but summer break it’s right around the corner and then I can join you in Atlanta to see you film like I’ve always wanted and then take you to Monaco beaches and we can go traveling the Italian coast like I promised you, it’ll be just the two of us, and believe me when I tell you that the only time I’ll leave your side it’s when I’ll be on top of you”

“Charles!” The girl chuckled, redden cheeks once again.

“Making you scream just like that”

“Charles, I swear to god” she started laughing as she scolded him through the phone, as a goofy smile adorned her boyfriends face.

“It’s okay, you can also be on top of you want baby, I’m always here to please your needs” he gives her a small grin as she tries to keep her laughter from coming out with a serious expression.

“I’ll hang up now Leclerc”

“No wait, I want to tell you about the race”

He pouted and she gave in with a small sigh never been able to be mad or

to say to him, accommodating herself on the trailers bed ready to her all of what her beautiful boy had to say.

So he excitingly began “it started When Verst…”

(….)

“Baby I have to leave you, Binotto is annoying me about press”

“M’kay baby, I love you” she mumbled as she was falling asleep, not because he was boring her or anything but because Charles voice always had a way to soothe her, and relaxing her, she has always had sleeping and anxiety problems, but since their calls before bed she has slept like a baby, not to mention that when they sleep in the same bed she can pass out for 10 hours straight with her head on her chest or with him spooning her both like he loved to.

“Love you too, sleep well” he hangs up smilie face and everything but not before throwing some kisses at the camera just for her.

She smirk like a stupid person at the phone, as she throw it in the bed to plug in the charger, the time was 10 pm o’clock and she realized she had just spent almost 3 hours on the phone with her boyfriend and that the girl that handles the schedules for the next day at 8 pm sharp never showed up.

She shrugged her shoulders, as she prepares for bed walking towards the bathroom to begin with her respective skincare routine, but several loud bangs on her door interrupted her halfway.

“Oh my god! You won’t believe it!” The voice that clearly was her assistant’s echoed throughout the whole trailer, excitement clearly noticeable in her tone.

“What happened Ana?” She mumbled why grumpiness opening the door.

“You now have free week and a half”

“Yeah and- Wait, what?!” She exclaimed still half sleep not sure that she had heard correctly.

“Yeah! You have more scenes done that anyone here so meanwhile the others catch-up with you the producers and directors took the choice of giving you a week and a half break so they don’t have you here doing nothing”

“Oh my god!” She squealed loudly, jumping up and that, that meant that she could go see Charles and spent time with him.

she could even see him race tomorrow!

“That means that i can go-“

“See Charles, yeah i’m way ahead of you, I already book you a ticket for Austria, your flight leaves in two hours and a half” her assistant interrupts her as she hands her the flight information and the tickets. “You��ll get to Austria two hours before the race, and you’ll get to the circuit about half an hours before the star of the race”

“Did I tell you that I love you?” She said admiringly, almost swearing that Ana was basically glowing like a divine intervention right now.

“Yeah, yeah I’m amazing now go to your place, and pack a bag because I don’t want you to make me watch the race tomorrow while I listen to you for two more hours about how you miss Charles”

“Ok” she said softly before wrapping the small girl in a tight hug full of gratefulness.

“Thank you”

“Sweetie my job is to make you happy, and you’ve miss that boy with every cell in your body since you got here on Wednesday, so go now and have fun before producers regret and call you back to have you here to do nothing”

The girl pulled her outside of the vehicle as she handle her the keys to her car and pushed her to hurry, she thanked her again as she basically ran to the vehicle needing to see Charles more that anything in the entire world.

(…)

She landed at about 11 am, and the drive from the airport to the hotel where Charles was staying took about an hour and a half.

who would know that Austrian traffic is a real bitch?

When she got to the hotel, Charles’ manager had someone meet here there with the drivers room key and a car to take her to the race.

She went to the room, a big ass smile plastered on her face from the moment she opened the door and the smell of her boyfriend invaded her nostrils.

She basically run at the speed of light into the bathroom from how fast she got in there to take a shower and change herself into a more adequate closes for the race, so she put herself into some cute black pants, a white top and a Ferrari jersey she got from Etsy with Charles’ number embroidered into it, she had been dying to show it to the driver, excited for when the next race was going to be and now she could finally show it to him.

When she got to the circuit, all she could see was a freaking horde of orange and Red Bull caps, and obviously the typical Red Sea of the Ferrari Fans or tifosi how they are usually called.

She got out of the fancy black Ferrari car that had picked her in the hotel, with the paddock pass hanging from her neck, black dark glasses covering her eyes, when all of the fans got the sight of her the screams became significantly louder.

A small laugh got out of her, as she approached some teenagers that were begging for pictures with her, one of the girls throwing a cap with her boyfriends number on it.

“You sure you wanna lose that?” She ask a playful smirk adorning her face before put it on for a picture with them.

“Keep it! I have a few others at home bu I’ll never get the chance again to say that Charles’ Leclerc girlfriend wore my cap to the Austrian Grand Prix”

She burst out in laughter whilst signing her phone case. “Thanks cutie” she said winking her eye action that she had adopted from her boyfriend before walking away.

She got in smoothly with the paddock pass, it was impressive those little plastics work, she walk nervously towards the Ferrari garage, anxious to see Charles’ face.

All the engineers and crew from the team saying hello to her since she was there for most of the start of the season when she was taking a little break from acting.

The first Ferrari drivers that showed up on her sight was no more or less than Carlos Sainz who’s face turn up a big smile when he saw her.

“What are you doing here?!” He wrapped her in a tight hug lifting her a little making her shriek excitingly, when he put her safely back on the ground she explained to the Spanish driver that she was there to surprise Charles. “You’re boyfriends over there on his typical pre-race ritual, very stressed, Binnotos’ there with him trying to calm him down, seeing you will do him really good”

“Yeah I missed him like crazy, see you Carlos, good luck”

The driver left with a friendly kiss on her cheek sprinting to his car, she smiled to him one last time before walking away, every step that got her closer to where her boyfriend her heart pounded faster, hands shaking uncontrollably, she was excited but also a bit nervous because when racing, Charles would get on this different mindset and it kinda worried her that he wouldn’t like that she was there, it was very unlikely but this was the first time she surprised him showing up to a race unannounced.

But when she saw him, his back facing her, headphones on his ears as his elbows were on his knees while staring on his phone, she could swear that the smile on her face made her look like a crazy person, her heart beating so fast she could feel it on her throat so with shaking hands she started walking towards him.

(…)

Charles was stressed, a pit in the bottom of his stomach worried about what would the result of this race might be, he was tired and worried, he would oftenly text or call his girlfriend when feeling like this, cause she would always knew how to calm him down and exactly what to say to make him feelbetter, but he knew that she was working and didn’t really wanted to bother her, he knew she wouldn’t mind but he didn’t want to get her worried.

Charles adored his girlfriend, he would take a bullet for her on the spot without a hint of hesitation, sometimes he wonders to himself how he got to be with such an awesome girl like her, he loves everything about her, every time a race ends the very first thing he thinks about it’s her, about how he wants to celebrate his wins with her in every way possible, and to be in her arms everything time that something goes wrong, which have been the case lately.

He got up, taking off his headphones and passing her hand trough his hair, he check his phone once again to see if his girlfriend had answered his texts, seeing that there wasn’t any response he turn it off again a little worried with the fact that she hasn’t even read the text he had send it the night before after they had FaceTimed but he shrugged it off knowing that he had to focused on the race and knowing that probably the reason of his girls disappearance was because she was filling or learning lines.

He put his phone on one of the tables in his garage when suddenly he felt some thin arms that he could recognize even in his sleep wrapping around his waist, and the characteristic coconut smell hitting him all at once as the girls head curled against his neck as she purred “Hi baby”

“Mon ange” he whispered in disbelief that this was her, right there with her arms wrapped around him, face on his neck, he wasn’t dreaming and she wasn’t thousands of miles away from him, he could swear that the smile that formed on his face could be seen from outer space.

He took a deep breath trying to take it all in, as she rested his face on his neck whispering “how much she had missed him” He was still a bit shocked that this was happening, as he took her arms on his hands to free himself from her grasp to turn around, cupping her face with one one his hand as the other snaked it’s way to her waist.

“I can’t believe you’re here”

He said softly rubbing circles on her waist while she had one of the most biggest beautiful smiles that he has ever seen looking almost proud that she could pull this off and that he was so happy to see her.

but how couldn’t he be? When every time he was around her he felt the world was lifted off his shoulders, that there were no longer expectations and disappointments and it was just him and her pretty ass smile, it made his heart fluster that it was all because of finally seen him, that she was just as happy to see him so he knew he couldn’t restrain himself any longer when he crash his lips against hers.

When they finally kissed after all those days that felt like an eternity, they both felt like nothing had ever felt so right as they basically melted against one another, her arms curling through his neck, both hands petting his hair, and right there she felt like crying from how much she had missed him and how much she loved him, Charles right behind as he finally relaxed after all those stressed days where he wished she had been there with him, the kissed was one feel with sentiment love irradiating from the couple as his tongue pressed her upper lip asking for permission, the girl smiling mid kiss just to kiss the driver once again.

“ I missed you so fucking much “ Charles murmured again her lips, giving her small pecks through her face making her giggle.

“I was so nervous” she admitted, both her hands resting on his face, as his arms kept still around her waist.

“Why?” He asked genuinely confused, she then proceeded to shrugged it off saying that it was just her being dumb, Charles denying with his head as her cheeks turn red.

“Mon ange, I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t want you here with me, because I mean, if it was for me I would have you tied up to my side day and night, okay?” She nodded as he gave her a small kiss and hugged her again, this time his face on the crook of her neck.

“My pretty girl” he whispered as he went leaving kissed on her jaw and neck, her giggling once again. “Came all the way from Atlanta, with a jacket with my number on it”

“You liked it?” She asked excitingly as Charles laughed against her neck, separating from her.

“Are you kidding me? I love it” he smiled against her, as their foreheads touched, her baseball cap falling to the ground, he separated from her as he knew that the would calling him for the formation lap any minute now, the engineers all in their world as they wanted to give them their privacy, he grabbed his girls hand as he dragged her trough the garage while asking her about her trip, she excitingly telling him every single thing about it as he now rested against the outside wall of the garage, putting on his suit and drinking some water, while looking at her like she was the only thing in the entire world, just for him, with a jacket and a cap to prove it.

“What? Am I talking too much?” She asked while playing with her hands getting a bit embarrassed that he was boring him”

“Oh non chérie, you just look really pretty with my number on you” he smiles to her as she chuckled, rolling her eyes.

“Charles I know your happy that your girlfriend is here but Mattia will have a stroke if you don’t get in the car right about now” one of the engineers informed them, making them both giggle as Charles lean towards her for a last kiss before put in his helmet on and get in the car.

“I love you” he said as their lips touched once again, her smiling against him.

“Good luck baby, go kick their asses like you know how to” she encourage as she peck his lips one more time, leaving him with a small smile as he put his helmet on.

“Yes ma’am” he said as he finally separated from her and got on his racing car.

“Love you, be safe” was the last she shouted to him as the car started and she walked towards the paddock and he gave her a small thumbs up.

(….)

She felt like she was about to throw up right there and then.

Carlos sitting beside her, still very angry about his DNF and his engine problems but borrowing his arm for her to squeeze as his boyfriend was suffering in the track, his throttle giving him problems with only three laps left and Verstappen on top of him.

“Turn three it’s really difficult” he said through his radio as she felt like she could pass out from her nerves for her boyfriend, the win almost his for the taking.

So when he finally passed the checkered flag, a couple of laps later she felt like she could finally breath again as everyone around her celebrated and even Carlos who was still down from his engine problem clapped and celebrated for her boyfriend.

“Go celebrate with him, he’ll want you there when he gets here”

She got up from her sit as Carlos encourage her moving his hand from front to backwards as she rolled her eyes smiling starting to run to the garage to receive her boyfriend from his winning race.

So she stand there as he park the car as he celebrated and hugged his engineers, but when he finally saw her she smiled to him with everything that she had as he launched himself to her to wrap her in a tight hug.

“I love you, I’m so proud of you” she scream throughout the noise as Charles took of his helmet, to gave her a winning smiling as she felt herself so full of excitement for him, being able to see him happy and excited again, his eye’s lighting up as his face was basically glowing from how happy she was and she was so thankful that she was there with him, and so incredibly proud of what he had just accomplished too.

So when he took of his helmet he crashed their lips together once again, catching her of guard as she returned the kiss placing her hands on his cheeks.

“Won that race just for you chérie, I love you so much”

And with that she kissed him again, both their hearts beating at what it felt like a thousand miles per hour, as they both thanked everything around them and that they were together to celebrate Charles’ win.

So she screamed like a crazy fan when he was in podium and got redden cheeks when he wink to her as he lifted the trophy to then bathe her with champagne and laughed and kissed as they enjoyed that well deserved rave that the driver most definitely needed.

Her wishing for a celebration of the both of them just later.

Her unexpected visit wasn’t so bad after all.

[justalonelyslytherin]

Legacies | One

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Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Kazansky!OC

Summary: At the Hard Deck Ana meets up with old and new friends. Dynamics get set before their training is set to start the next day.

Warnings: the usual banter between the daggers, military inaccuracies

Wordcount: 3.8k

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A/N: This has been a long time in the making. I've started writing this immediately after I saw TGM for the first time at around July last year. I'm excited and nervous to finally share this with everyone.

Taglist: open, message me or comment to be added, will be put as reblog

Coming back to Top Gun would change many things forever. 

The sun was slowly sinking, inching closer to the water's horizon as the end of the day neared. Surrounded by lights, music, and a lot of different cars parked in front of the premises, the Hard Deck showed no signs of quietening down. As the day ended and the night began, the bar slowly awoke to life.

Being back felt strangely nostalgic as she trudged up the small, sandy path to the front doors. She had spent many nights in this bar while at Top Gun and even before then as a teen accompanying family and friends.

The doors creaked as they swung open, welcoming her in like an old friend. It wasn’t yet too full, the music of the jukebox still audible in between the chatter of customers and the occasional smacks from the pool tables in the back. It smelled like beer and sweat and so much like home. The bar became a second home to pretty much any aviator in their time at Top Gun. 

“Ana?” Looking over to the bar in the middle of the room she spied Penny behind the counter, rag in hand and a smile on her face. It wasn’t the first familiar face she had seen since returning to San Diego but it surely was one of those she was the happiest about. Walking over to the bar, the two women shared an embrace over the counter.

“It’s good to see you again.”

“It is,” she agreed with a nod. “This place has never looked better. I like what you did with it.” That made Penny laugh and pretend to throw the rag at her.

“Are you trying to sweet talk me?” Ana laughed too and shook her head.

“Never.”

“So you are here for the special mission too?”

Raising an eyebrow, she gave a slight nod. “Yeah. How’d you know about that?” Whatever special detachment she had been called back for, the information was top secret. There was no way Penny would be able to know about it. She shouldn’t. Yet the question remained how she did know about it?

Penny glanced over to her left, nodding her head towards the counter. When Ana turned her head to follow, she understood. Maverick. Of course. Penny would know something would be up if he was there too. 

Speaking - or thinking - of the devil, he looked up, as if he had heard them. More likely he had felt their eyes on him. He had always had a good sense for that.

Surprise crossed his face. Turning sideways and resting one arm on the counter she watched Maverick make his way over, just as Penny slipped away to serve some customers further down the bar.

“Teddie.” Holding one hand up, she stopped him from hugging her before he could even think about doing it.

“Hi Mav, it’s good to see you after such a long time. But can we act as if we don’t know each other that well?” She asked, glancing through the room. Maverick stayed still and silent for a moment before he nodded in agreement. Instead of a hug, he patted her on the back with a small smile.

“It’s good to see you, kid. You look good." 

“You do too.” It felt strange to keep a sort of distance between them when all she wanted was to share a hug with him. She hadn’t seen Maverick in person in years. “Even though I’m sure I shouldn’t be so happy to see you back here. Makes me wonder what it means if they called you back too.” 

Then there was that too. Whatever special thing the navy had in plan, calling Maverick back to Top Gun meant the stakes were much higher than she had anticipated. 

Maverick only smiled at that. She knew that smile. The slightly embarrassed and strained one that stood in contrast with the way his eyes glinted with mischief. She knew that one well. So many times she had seen Maverick pull that face, most of the time in her father's company. This time however it felt different. More strained than anything else. She knew Maverick couldn’t tell her anything about it, not that she wanted to either. Whatever it entailed, tomorrow she would be briefed about it.

“I’ll see you around,” she told Mav. He went back to his previous spot and she turned back towards Penny behind the counter. However, someone was faster than her in addressing the bar owner. 

“Penny m’dear. I’ll take another 4, on the old timer.” Hangman, ever so cocky, smiled over the bar at Maverick and tilted the opening of his empty bottle towards the man. It made her roll her eyes. She was well acquainted with Hangman’s antics, but they never not made her eyes roll. Penny glanced over at her briefly before she bent down to grab the new bottles, which was when Hangman noticed her.

“Now look who we got here,” he hollered, “Ghost. Didn’t think I’d see you ever again.” The grin with which he looked at her, gave her the urge to roll her eyes again. She barely held herself back but instead, she reciprocated with a tightlipped smile. 

“Hangman,” she greeted him as well.

“Why don’t you come over with me. The others are at the pool table.” 

Raising an eyebrow she looked past him. Just as he said she could see Rooster, Phoenix, and Payback there. In the corner at the other side of the pool table, she also spied Coyote and Fanboy with what looked like another aviator she didn’t recognize. Everyone was there. It surprised her to see them all together in one place and it made her wonder what the hell that mission was about.

Penny put the opened bottles of beer in front of Hangman before she turned around and put a fifth one in front of Ana. Cocking her head, she motioned for her to go with Hangman. Ana sighed before she grabbed the beer and took a swing. One didn’t argue with Penny and she did want to greet the others. Hangman was still standing at the bar, he had his head tilted to the side and watched her closely.

Pointing her open beer bottle towards him, she instructed: “Lead the way.”

Hangman grabbed the bottles and shot Mav a grin together with a quick “Much appreciated pops,” before he turned around. He marched towards the pool table with a confident stride, only looking back once to make sure she was following him. Ana did, weaving her way around other patrons.

“Ghost is that you?” Phoenix was the first one to spot her. She seemed surprised. Not to see her here but for her to accompany Hangman. The two female fighter pilots shared a hug and a silent conversation before Ana turned toward the others. Rooster was the next to greet her. He immediately pulled her into a hug the second Phoenix had let her go.

“Hey Teds,” he mumbled into her ear.

“Hey Brads. Long time no see. You doing good?” 

“I’m good. When did you get here?”

“This morning. I made a quick detour to visit home before coming here.” She felt him nod against her shoulder before they pulled away. Coyote eyed her from the other side, giving her a short nod to acknowledge her presence before Phoenix pulled her attention away.

“Do you remember Payback and Fanboy?”

“Of course. Hard to forget such charming aviators,” she joked, smiling at the pair of them.

“The sentiment can only be returned,” Fanboy told her with a grin.

“Very flattering of you,” Payback joked, causing her to laugh before she nudged both of them with her elbow. That’s when Phoenix pulled another person along. The man in service khakis she had briefly seen standing by Coyote.

“This is Bob, my new backseater.” The pride in Phoenix's voice made her raise her eyebrow before she examined the man before her. He was tall, had a pair of square glasses on his nose, and looked rather shy. Smiling at him, she held her hand out.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ghost.” Bob fumbled to take her hand and shake it, stumbling over his reciprocating words before he smiled at her awkwardly. She could see why Phoenix had taken an instant liking to him.

“You know Bob’s giving you a run for your callsign. Be careful,” Payback leaned in and slung an arm over her shoulders, while Ana looked at him in confusion.

“He snuck up on Hangman and Coyote. They didn’t notice him being there the entire time.” Fanboy recounted excitedly how Phoenix had asked them about Bob and how neither had noticed him until then. Her snort of amusement quickly turned into snickering. She looked over at Hangman who was pretending to be busy lining up a shot. The way he glanced over at them, at her, however, told a different story. When their eyes met she raised an eyebrow in amusement and teasing. He held eye contact longer than she thought, the clank of the cue stick hitting the ball finally made them look away.

“Except that’s not why I’m called that.” She turned back towards Payback to correct him.

“No?” Fanboy asked in surprise. Ana shook her head.

“Why are you called Ghost then?” Bob chimed in, she could have sworn he got a little red when everyone looked at him for asking. She cringed thinking back to the story.

“They thought she was an actual ghost because no one outside the Academy seemed to know her,” Phoenix told them with a smirk directed at her. 

Groaning, she shoved Phoenix with one hand, “I told you that in confidentiality.”

“No way that’s true!”

“It is,” she groaned again, glaring at Phoenix even while the corner of her lip twitched upwards, “I was there to learn not to gossip. I had a goal to pass as top of the class so I could become a naval aviator. It was a stupid dick-measuring contest about who might be related to anyone of known name or rank. That’s not what I cared about, so I didn’t bother to answer their questions.” Taking another swig of her bottle she continued. “Because I didn’t talk about my family they assumed I didn’t have one.”

“So no connection equals you being a ghost?” Fanboy asked her, an amused smile on his face. She shrugged her shoulders at that and smiled. They all snickered, drinking from their beers and starting other conversations. 

“Check it out. More Patches.” Ana, like the others, followed Fanboy’s line of vision just in time to see more familiar faces enter the bar. Their path led them directly to the back towards the group.

“That’s Harvard, Yale, Halo, Omaha. Shit, that’s Fritz,” Payback counted everyone. She could only snort in disbelief and shake her head. 

Whatever this mission was, it had to be something important. She had already had a little heads-up from her visit home. Her father had been more serious than she had seen him in a long time. Thinking back to that moment she hadn’t allowed herself to feel nervous. The longer she thought about it now the more a feeling of uncertainty settled in her stomach.

“What the hell kind of mission is this?” Fanboy asked, just in as much disbelief as her. Looking into the faces of the others she could see them realize the extent of this special detachment too.

“That’s not the question we should be asking,” Phoenix spoke up, “Everyone here is the best there is. Who the hell are they gonna get to teach us?” 

If they only knew. She glanced away from the group towards the bar where Maverick still sat. He had to be it. There was no other possibility for him to be back then to train them. He would be their teacher and if the navy had to resort back to Maverick to teach them, they were in for one hell of a mission.

She was glad for the distraction that was the arrival of the others. The greetings and introductions took her mind off the mission. Soon they were all gathered around the pool table with their drinks and sharing conversations. It was then that Yale brought something up that had her paling.

“Have you heard the rumors that one of the Top Gun graduates was secretly Admiral Kazansky’s kid but no one knew because they use a different last name?” 

Her heartbeat quickened and she was glad she hadn’t taken a sip of her beer at that moment, for she would have choked and coughed, earning the attention of everyone. Now she kept quiet and feigned disinterest. Briefly Rooster and her crossed eyes, both of them sharing a knowing glance. 

“Hey Ghost, didn’t you graduate from Top Gun in the same class?” She looked over at Omaha and shrugged her shoulders. 

“I don’t know.” Some of them groaned which made her roll her eyes. Their community was small, rumors traveled fast. Sometimes she hated how gossipy her colleagues could be.

“Guy must’ve been second best if none of us know him. Or even lower ranked,” Harvard threw in, grinning and taking a sip from his beer. All three female aviators in presence halted their movements and fixed their gaze on Harvard. Phoenix raised her eyebrow while Halo glared at him. Similarly, Ana narrowed her eyes at the blonde. 

“Who said it’s a guy?” Halo asked, crossing her arms while she kept glaring at Harvard. He immediately noticed the implication his words had conveyed and started spluttering. They watched him turn bright red trying to apologize.

“I didn’t…I didn’t mean it like that. Come on you know, I ugh, I would never underestimate any of you. I just– I just meant you were the only girl in your class right? So it had to be a dude.”

“Girl? Last time I checked she was a woman,” Rooster threw in.

“A damn fine one at that.” Hangman shot her a wink. She however didn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. He was a cocky flirt and she surely wouldn’t elevate his ego if she could.

“How about you get us some new drinks to show how sorry you are for saying that.” Phoenix shook her empty beer bottle before she motioned toward Halo. Ana – in a show – emptied her bottle and held it out for Harvard to take. He collected the bottles without a complaint, muttering a small ‘sorry’ once more, and turned towards the bar.

Halo, Phoenix, and her looked at each other, scoffing and shaking their heads.

“Men.”

“You say it.” 

“To free beer for us at least.” They laughed, until their attention turned back to the rest of the group who had dispersed to start up a new game of pool. 

She watched Bob set up the rack and take the first turn. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Hangman weave his way through the other patrons back to the table, the first seconds of a new song playing from the jukebox accompanied him. The bar had steadily become more crowded as the evening rush had set in. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and feel bad for Bob at the same time as she watched Hangman take the cue from him to take over.

“So, anybody know what this special detachment is all about?” Payback asked, he had sat down at the windows on the other side of the pool table from where Ana was leaning against a mid-height partition, both elbows leaning on top of it.

“No, mission’s a mission. They don’t confront me,” Hangman leaned over the pool table and lined up his cue stick for the shot, “What I want to know: Who’s gotta be team leader?” 

He took the shot without looking at it which was impressive, she had to admit. Not that she would ever tell him that. She looked up at him now as he eyed everyone in the group for a moment. When his eyes landed on Rooster his lip twitched upward the slightest bit.

“And which one of y’all has what it takes to follow me.” Of course, Bradley couldn’t let that sit. He never had been able to when it came to Hangman.

“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.” Her head snapped towards him as she elbowed him into the side, glaring. She knew they didn’t get along but that went even too far for him. Glancing over, the blonde aviator didn’t seem bothered by the comment. At least not upset if the determination and amusement in his eyes were anything to tell. Rooster had shot the ball into his court and Hangman surely wouldn’t bail after one – albeit low – jab. He looked almost excited at the opportunity to shoot back.

Like a predator Hangman strode around the pool table, squeezing by Phoenix until he was in front of Rooster. Ana watched both of them from the side. Two equals staring the other down. If they had been anyone else she would have expected a fistfight to break out.

“Well, anyone who follows you,” Hangman briefly glanced over at her as he leaned against the pool table, cue stick resting in between his legs, “is just gonna run out of fuel. But that’s just you, ain’t it, Rooster?

You’re snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment…

that never comes.” 

Their stares intensified, she could see Rooster wanting to throw something back at Hangman. Before he could the blonde started to grin and stood up again.

“I love this song.” With that he walked away again, circling back around the pool table to go to Coyote.

“Did you have to push him?” Ana asked Rooster with a sigh just before Phoenix stepped up to him.

“Well, he hasn’t changed.”

“Nope, sure hasn’t.”

“What did you expect?” She asked the two, sharing a look with Phoenix. Rooster simply stepped away from them both. “I don’t think there is anything or anyone that will ever be able to change Hangman.” She glanced over at Hangman, watching him back in his game as if nothing had happened. Briefly, he looked up again and their eyes met. Ana was the first one to look away, back towards Phoenix. They shook their heads and turned back towards the pool table to watch the games.

Suddenly the music cut out. Groans of disappointment filled the room. What was a bar without music? Ana looked up and around. Looked like the jukebox had died. Penny surely would try to fix it if she got a free minute from the bar. Or not, as she saw how full it was.

What caught her eye again was Mav. Furrowing her brows she watched her godfather talk with Penny, something about the look of surprise on his face made her curious. 

“Come on,” Phoenix stepped up to her, one hand on her arm as she motioned towards the piano in a different corner of the bar. Ana briefly looked over to see Rooster sitting in front of it, a couple playful notes sounding through the bar. 

She shook her head, “I’m good,” and waved Phoenix off. Phoenix pulled some of the others with her towards the group but Ana only looked back towards the bar where Maverick had pulled out a wad of cash. She couldn’t exactly tell what Penny said to him but the ring of the bell a moment later was everything she needed for context.

“Oh Mav,” she mumbled with a smile on her lips. Leaning back against the wall she glanced up at the ceiling and thought about everything they had said tonight. About the mission, Kazansky's mystery child, and the squabble between Rooster and Hangman. If the mission was as serious as everything pointed towards it, all of them would have a hard time if they couldn’t get along. Not to say that Hangman made it particularly easy to work with him, hell he didn’t even put any effort into being likable.

She heard the crowd chanting just before the beginnings of Great Balls of Fire resonated through the bar. Quickly everyone joined in on singing the song. Everyone but one she noticed as she dropped her gaze from the ceiling. Over at the pool table, Hangman stood alone, looking rather upset.

Without thinking about it Ana walked over to him, nudging him with her shoulder as she squeezed by and perched herself on the pool table beside him.

“What’s soured your mood so much?” She asked, “You don’t like the song?”

Hangman glanced over, looking her up and down once but staying quiet. It made her smirk. He reminded her of a sulking kid that didn’t get all the attention.

“Or are you jealous Rooster is getting all the attention?” She couldn’t help but joke with him. It made him scoff. Next thing she knew his infamous cocky grin was back on his face. Stepping in front of her, he crowded into her space, going so far as to slot himself in between her legs after he nudged them apart with his knee.

“I’ve got all the attention I need from you, darlin’.” His flirting made her eyes roll once more. Smiling up at him, her eyes slowly trailed over until they zeroed in at the beer in his hand. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be getting her new beer from Harvard anytime soon, if ever this evening.

“Well, you better work hard to keep it then. I’m getting bored very quickly,” she told him. Her fingers wound around his beer, taking it from his pliant fingers. His eyes were burning into her as he watched her take a sip with eager eyes. Slowly licking over her lips to taste even the last drop of beer, she tilted the opening of the bottleneck towards him.

His grin got even brighter. Hangman leaned forward, coming closer. Staring straight into her eyes he wrapped his lips around the opening, taking a sip while she still held the bottle in her hand.

“I know a way or two to keep you occupied. I’m not just a good pilot you should know.” Of course, he had to ruin the moment. Rolling her eyes she nudged him back with her knees, forcing him to retreat until she could slide down from the table.

“Keep dreaming Seresin.” She put the beer down and just as the last tunes of the piano rang out she turned around to leave.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To bed,” She turned around once more, “We have an early morning tomorrow and I want to be prepared for whatever they are going to want from us.”

[missmagooglie]

A double date with Buck/Tommy and Eddie/Kim.

Kim is charming.

So is Tommy.

Eddie is grinning from ear to ear, but always seems to be looking anywhere else except meeting Buck's gaze...

... and Buck is giving Eddie the exact same look as when Ana showed up at the firehouse and Ravi made the mistake of uttering the word "wife".

Tommy, at a certain point, manages to get Buck alone and tells him, "You gotta cool it with the way you're eyeballing Eddie. I think you're making Kim uncomfortable." (What he doesn't say is, "you're definitely making me uncomfortable")

And Buck's like, "Well something weird is going on. That woman looks just like Christopher's mother."

Tommy goes, "Lots of people have a type, Buck. It's not that unusual to date someone who kind of looks like an ex"

And poor Buck is like, "No, you don't understand. If I didn't know she was dead, I would swear to you that was Shannon."

And Tommy kind of frowns and says, "How well did you know her? I thought she died not that long after she and Eddie reconnected."

And Buck's like, "I mean, I didn't. Not really. I met her a few times. But, you know, I see her photos all the time when I'm at Eddie's place and Tommy it's weird how much they look the same."

Tommy's been to Eddie's house. He didn't look too closely, but he vaguely remembers asking after a picture of a woman with dark hair and bangs and being told it was Eddie's late wife. Kim is blonde.

The thing is, Tommy knows a red flag when he sees one. And his newly out of the closet boyfriend being weirdly intense about his very close best friend's new girlfriend? That's fucking scarlet.

But they're in the middle of a double date, and Eddie and Kim are probably wondering where they've gone, so now is not the time to open up a conversation about whether this particular red flag is a deal breaker.

So they head back to the table, and everyone is smiling, for the most part, but Buck is still being weird, and Tommy's definitely uncomfortable by this point, and Eddie keeps darting his eyes between the two of them like he desperately wants to know what they were talking about, and Kim seems kind of puzzled at how the energy at the table has taken a turn suddenly, but it's fine. It's fine.

At least, until the waiter clears their plates and asks if they'd like to see a dessert menu and Eddie automatically replies, "What do you think, Sh-"

And he catches himself before he actually says the wrong name, but it is not a graceful recovery. He kind of freezes for a long moment before he clears his throat and forces a grin and says, "Should we see what they have, Kim?"

And Kim tells him, "I don't really like sweets all that much. I'll take a potato chip over a piece of candy any day. But I'm happy to look if you'd like dessert."

Shannon had a sweet tooth. Even when they were really pinching pennies, she'd always reply to the offer of a dessert menu by saying, "Come on, Eddie. It can't hurt to look!" with a playful grin in his direction. And every time, he'd agree to split something knowing he'd only take a bite or two before letting her have the rest.

It takes Eddie just a moment too long to respond, so Tommy's the one who ends up saying, "I think we're good with just the check, thanks."

And technically, no relationships end on that date. But all four of them walk away with some uncomfortable new awareness of an extra person hanging over their relationship like a specter - Shannon's ghost lingering between Eddie and Kim, and Eddie creeping in at the edges of Buck and Tommy's relationship with Buck getting closer and closer to the edge of understanding exactly what that means.

No relationships end that night, but all four of them go home alone anyway.

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buck/eddie | rated: T | 3.5K | ao3 

Death isn’t usually loud. 

The things around it can be. Gunshots. Bombs. The screaming. Buildings collapsing. Wells collapsing. 

Thunder. 

But death itself is quiet. Final words, final breath, last goodbye, everything ending fading disappearing. 

He’s seen plenty of death. He’s watched someone he once loved more than anything die right in front of him, her body too broken to function any longer. 

He’s had panic attacks and breakdowns, and he’s been devastated and terrified, and he’s been certain with absolute clarity that he was in his own final moments. 

None of it feels like this. 

The others are loud. Frantic. Buck told him there are glass doors and they aren’t supposed to go beyond them, that he was taught they weren’t supposed to. But Buck has always been one to break all the rules. 

His sister is here. With their team, their family. Everyone is here now. There’s nothing more they can do but wait. But they’re loud anyway. They’re worried, crying, praying. 

Maybe he should be praying. 

Eddie often stays quiet, see. He’s not a man of many words. The ones he does say— he’d like to think he chooses them well. He’d like to think they have meaning and impact. Even if it’s just silly, playful, nonsensical, teasing. 

He hasn’t said enough words. 

He knew it when he was bleeding and dying and staring frozen at the man who was his only wish when he knew he would get nothing else from this life. He wanted Buck’s arms around him when he died. That was all he wanted. All he could possibly ask for at the end. 

Buck isn’t in his arms. He can’t die because Eddie couldn’t hold him. He can’t die because Eddie needs him and can’t reach him. He can never reach. Buck was tethered to life by a single safety line. 

Maybe Eddie is, too. Because he’s quiet now. He can inhale, and exhale, and somewhere his heart is still beating. He’s still alive somewhere. Eddie can feel it like the magnitude of an ocean cut down to a single wave. But the wave is still washing through him. It’s still pulsing in his chest. 

His hands are trembling. In a way they never do. He’s steady and level. Expertly trainedbrainwashedtaught not to react in situations like this. Maybe his body doesn’t remember. Maybe it never knew exactly how to react to death, to a life with Ana, to his son’s fear, to losing everyone he served with. 

It doesn’t know how to react to Buck. 

It never has. 

His blood pours and it covers him. His skin craves but it burns, too. His hands ache to comfort, support, caress, feel. His body wants to feel. His whole entire being wants to feel. And then he thinks about the hand that pulled him from death being the thing that molds to his own flesh muscle bones and brings him back to life. He thinks of the way a smile lights up Buck’s whole face and how his mouth would feel, how his lips would feel pressed to Eddie’s. 

People say love can be physical through touch. Through embraces and kisses and reminders of connection. Through the heat of friction, the taste of someone else’s breath, the fluids of the body, the shared need and wash of happy chemicals that trigger pleasure. 

He never really thinks about the physicality of love. Not in that way. Eddie thinks of how he’d break and bleed and sacrifice and take any pain, any recovery to keep him safe. To keep him alive. 

How it’s reciprocal, synchronized. His heart beats a matching rhythm. The contraction, the release, the rushing, the flooding. 

It’s the only thing that’s loud. It’s the only thing he can hear. 

He’s alone. Somewhere in a hospital. Because Buck is in this hospital. But his heart is still beating. It hasn’t been strangled. It hasn’t been shocked out of synchronicity. 

When they tell him he’s sleeping, he’s knows it’s not really sleeping. 

He’s very still and pale. Pink lips are blue and pink skin is purple. But he breathes. 

Eddie rests a hand on his chest and he can feel it. The slow movement of air, the oxygen that will keep his body alive. The beat of his own heart echoing within Buck’s chest. It’s loud and it should be. Nothing should ever be quiet again. 

There are words he needs to say. He’s screamed all of them in a desperate exclamation, in his chosen name, but Eddie needs to scream them all over again. 

He needs the whole universe to listen. And give him back. 

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Recover: Cole Cassidy x Reader

Everything was in ruins. Everything was destroyed, up in flames and smoke. The once proud, Overwatch banner fluttering in the Swiss wind is now ash. You were one of the lucky ones returning from fighting, even luckier to miss watching the explosion happen.

Countless dead, many more lying in rows of rooms in the now overcrowded hospital in the next city over.

In the chaos and panic, it was only another stab at Ceaser’s back to know both Strike Commander Morrison and Blackwatch Commander Reyes were both missing, Moira O'Deorain as well. Even in these tragic times, the leaders were missing, gone from the wreckage.

You felt numb, only watching on as the death toll rose overnight in the hospital. No time to grieve, as soon as you all started to weep for one, three more followed soon.

But even in these tragic times, it was warming to see those recover quickly. Genji Shimada of the Blackwatch division was one of them, only needing replacement parts welded back onto him before he too roamed the rooms with you.

But you both found yourselves hanging around one room in particular.

Cole’s room.

It was puppy love, really, but you couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again with how he complimented you. Those tips of his hats to you, all of the little gestures, the growling southern drawl, the winking… Even throughout the chaos of what was Overwatch and Blackwatch, you both found time to… get to know each other better.

He made you feel all fuzzy inside, warm and happy in the cruel world of war you all were forced into. But now, as you look over his body lying lifelessly in the hospital bed, you felt hollow.

His left forearm had been completely blown off, the elbow missing completely. Shattered ribcage and gashes that had him stitched up worse than old children’s toys. His right knee already prepped to have metal implanted later today as his kneecap was missing.

His once hearty tan now pale under the unforgiving hospital lights. Dark circles under his eyes made him look like the undead. All of the bruising and scratches only hurt you the more you looked at them.

You refused to leave his side when you could stay, only really leaving to help out or when he was wheeled back in for more time under the knife. Genji, Ana, Angela and Reinhardt would always walk in on you, clutching Cole’s right hand as you furiously tried to stay awake, wanting to be there when he woke up.

That’s where you were right now, sat in the uncomfortable chair, hunched over onto the hospital bed, elbows digging into the thin mattress as you kept your head up with one hand as the other was linked with Cole’s. It was hard to keep your aching eyes open, the monotone beeping of the machines had started to lull you to sleep once, earning you a mark on the forehead from when your elbows gave out and your head smacked the railing on the bed.

Genji had dropped by earlier, sat with you for a bit in silence before being called away by Angela needing to tune up his cybernetics.

You only perked up as the door opened once more.

Ana had walked in, looking at you gently before looking back at Cole.

“They have his arm’s blueprints ready. Torbjorn is making it now,” she offered, smiling softly at you. You only nodded your head slightly, covering your mouth as you yawned. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

“I don’t know,” you stated. “I wanna be here when he wakes up.”

“What good will that do? You’ve already hit your head once from not sleeping, it could be something worse soon.”

“Ana, I’ll be fine. I’ve been through worse sleep-deprived.”

“That doesn’t matter. You can’t stay up with coffee and force. You need rest.

Please.” She stayed silent for just a moment. “Cole would want you to.”

Just the mention of his name brought tears to your eyes. You sniffed and sat back in the chair, never unlinking your fingers from his hand.

“I’ll nap in a bit.”

“(Y/N),” she warned.

Damn her motherly tone.

“One more hour. And then I’ll rest.”

Ana sighed, knowing full and well that in one hour, you would be defying your promise and staying up, waiting patiently for Cole to wake up. Without saying another word, she left the room, leaving you to near silence.

You had no idea how much time had passed, most likely another two hours before the door opened again. It was Ana again, Reinhardt behind her, no doubt the muscle if you refused and latched yourself onto the bed as to not go.

“You’re still up,” she noted.

You felt awful, you were exhausted but you didn’t want to sleep without knowing Cole will be alright. So many things could go wrong in your sleep. You couldn’t bear to know that you weren’t there as he died.

“Come on, (Y/n),” Reinhardt stepped out of the way of the door, “it is time to rest.”

Knowing the German soldier would not leave this room without you in tow, you gave up. Defeated, you finally let go of Cole’s hand and stood on quaking feet. They both smiled, knowing you would finally sleep and take care of yourself.

They both stepped outside into the hallway, allowing you to look over Cole once more from his scruffy hair and sunken face to his pale, clammy body that was mostly hidden beneath the hospital sheets.

As you stepped after the two, you stopped and coiled up at the softest groan, fearing that it was just a hallucination. But as you looked to Ana and Reinhardt, their wide eyes were confirmation that you weren’t hearing things.

You practically flung yourself back into your seat, grasping at Cole’s hand, crying as you saw his eyelids flutter and split open just a bit. You heaved and sobbed, suddenly breaking apart as he gently squeezed your trembling hands, gazing at you out of the corner of his eye.