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[sumplys]

About Me

i’m mai, i’m from the uk but living in the usa for the time being. i use any pronouns!! i speak english, vietnamese, and a conversational amount of french and korean. i’m currently learning italian!

i don’t reblog a lot, i try to keep my feed pretty clean so everything is easy to find, so keep that in mind.

i am a huge sports fan, home is north london and i am regrettably a tottenham supporter but i enjoy watching man city occasionally. i also adore hockey, i’m a kraken girlie but i keep tabs on the devils for nico. i am a huge formula fan too! my favs are ferrari & williams. danny ric and carlos sainz are my guys, but i support everyone on the grid! i also watch college american football, personally a notre dame and michigan girl.

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masterlist and rules below the cut.

Rules

how to rq.

please write clearly who the request is about, adding any details you wish for me to include (tropes, side characters, etc.)

guidelines.

i will not write unconsenting relationships, i’m not comfortable writing smut, illegal age gaps, pregnancy, threesomes (love triangles ok), shipping (no driver x driver or player x player), no outlandish kinks, or anything about children.

who i write for.

f1. charles leclerc carlos sainz daniel ricciardo mick schumacher jenson button lando norris logan sargeant oscar piastri* ollie bearman*

nhl. nico hischier jack hughes trevor zegras vince dunn matty beniers jamie drysdale* luke hughes*

ncaa. rutger mcgroarty* jj mccarthy* ethan edwards* macklin celebrini*

*nothing remotely sexual at all

Masterlist

charles leclerc.

— things i wish you said

— santa tell me

carlos sainz.

— white ferrari

daniel ricciardo.

nothing here yet!

mick schumacher.

nothing here yet!

jenson button.

nothing here yet!

lando norris.

nothing here yet!

logan sargeant.

nothing here yet!

oscar piastri.

nothing here yet!

ollie bearman.

nothing here yet!

nico hischier.

nothing here yet!

jack hughes.

nothing here yet!

trevor zegras.

nothing here yet!

vince dunn.

nothing here yet!

matty beniers.

nothing here yet!

jamie drysdale.

nothing here yet!

luke hughes.

nothing here yet!

rutger mcgroarty.

nothing here yet!

jj mccarthy.

nothing here yet!

ethan edwards.

nothing here yet!

macklin celebrini.

nothing here yet!

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[mattcc]

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[miroslavcloset]

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[talkfootball]

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[uniivrz]

mic'd up

katie mccabe x reader

+ summary: reader, still on the acl squad, has been approached by the arsenal media staff asking if she'd go mic'd up in the stands for one of arsenal's games.

+ warnings: ACL injury mentions right off the bat. swearing. made up game (arsenal v tottenham). reader really embracing the WAG life.

a/n: i came across a video of katie during one of the covid matches, and due to the empty stadium you could hear everything she said— and that's where i got this idea :) my first post, hope you enjoy!

like any other football player, you hated the dreaded three letters that would take whoever was the unlucky soul out of the game for a long while.

of course it had always been a fear in the back of your mind, you just never thought it would actually happen to you.

that day you went down on the pitch had been one of the worst. not just for you, but for katie as well as the rest of your arsenal team.

everything had been fine. arsenal was up by two, and half time had just ended. it was around the 52nd minute, when a purposely bad tackle from a chelsea player left you on the ground, clutching your knee as you attempted to keep the tears at bay. (only to fail).

some time later you were holed up in one of the physio rooms of the stadium, when katie came in, the look on your face confirming her worst fear.

honestly, it was getting quite scary how many arsenal players were getting ACL injuries.

she had been by your side for all of it, constantly making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed, as well as driving you to and from appointments.

the downside meant you weren't able to travel with the team for away games, forcing yourself to be holed up in your flat you shared with katie— often inviting the rest of the ACL squad over to watch the game together, knowing you'd be insufferable on your own.

luckily for you, today was a home game. you woke up before katie that morning, hobbling down the stairs on your good leg, (and nearly eating shit in the process), you'd prepared her a proper breakfast, consisting of pancakes, bacon, & eggs.

the brunette soon appeared in the kitchen behind your unsuspecting frame, an adoring smile crossing her face at the sight of you lightly nodding your head to whatever song came from the speaker on the marble counter.

nearly jumping out of your skin at the feeling of two strong arms wrapping around your waist, your body relaxed as you registered the familiar feeling of katie, her arms clad in her arsenal training jacket.

you leaned into her touch as you finished up with the bacon, her thick irish accent rang through your ears as her nose brushed against your neck gently. "you should not be on your feet,"

rolling your eyes fondly, you forced yourself to suppress a smile. ever since your injury, katie had been treating you as if you were a porcelain doll— going to break at the slightest touch.

while sometimes it became a little overbearing, it warmed your heart for her to be this protecting with you, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

"i was cleared to walk without my crutches, katie," your giggled, relishing in the ticklish feeling of her light breathing against the back of your neck.

"still. ya should have waited for me." she murmured. "i could have carried you down here."

you rolled your eyes once again.

for the first few weeks/months of your injury, she had insisted on carrying you everywhere. from the bed to downstairs, from the front door to the car. no matter where it was— she wanted to carry you. wether it was bridal style, your legs wrapped around her waist, or giving you a piggy back, she didn't care.

after breakfast was finished, you rushed back up to change. you settled on one of katie's hoodie's, along with her jersey which you threw on top, and a pair of her sweatpants. nearly everything you wore was hers.

when you'd returned downstairs, she grinned widely at the sight of you dressed in her attire, and couldn't restrain herself from letting her hands roam your body as you shoved your feet into some sneakers.

"oi hands off, mccabe."

the ireland captain chuckled, tapping your rear end before you stood back up, sending you a cheeky wink when you glared at her.

arriving at the emirates with your personal chauffeur, the two of you made your way through the grounds, greeting any staff members you'd passed by and waving to the media staff as you each made your way toward your separate destinations.

you had a brief session with a physio to assure everything was still fine and dandy with your knee, whereas katie was heading off toward the locker room with the others.

as you left your meeting 15-ish minutes later, you had been wandering the halls when you were stopped by one of the media staff, claiming they had a task for you.

since you were going to be in the stands again, they had asked if you would go mic'd up, thinking it'd be a fun video idea for arsenal's youtube channel.

you agreed quickly, thrilled at the idea. they had informed you that there would be a camera a little ways away from you, to capture your reactions in both your voice as well as your actions.

one of the members clipped a small square microphone device to the collar of your (katie's) jersey, as another member held a camera and recorded your actions.

Youtube

Y/N L/N MIC'D UP • ARSENAL V TOTTENHAM

Arsenal 578K views 6:38

0:00

[Camera fades in from black to show you, stood in one of the many corridors of the Emirates Stadium.]

grinning, you gripped your shirt and pulled it closer, "we've got mccabe! katie mccabe! can you hear me?" you asked, looking into the camera that was recording you.

[Laughter is heard around you before the scene cuts and fades into a brief black screen. When it returns, the camera is unfocused, going in an out before focusing on you, looking at the camera as you don't realize it's recording.]

"is it going?" you asked with a dopey smile, the cameraman behind you nodding. "right. hi, i'm y/n l/n and today i'll be mic'd up as i watch tonight's game." you giggle, pointing at the microphone clipped to your shirt before you make your way toward your seat.

[Camera follows you down the hall before cutting to you sat with Beth, Viv, and Leah, the former two sat in the row below you. You pull a small, barely noticeable box out of your pocket. The camera zooms in on your hand, revealing the box is actually a miniature uno deck.]

"i know how we can pass the time," you grin micheviously.

0:45

[Camera cuts to the four of you playing uno, Beth and Viv swiveled in their seats to face you and Leah above them. It catches Leah attempting to peek at your cards before you shove her head away, the scene then switching to a new clip of the four women arguing.]

"absolutely not, beth cheated!" leah yells, hands dropping dramatically onto her thighs with a loud smack.

"you fucking wish! you just suck williamson!"

[Viv is seen trying to keep the peace as you laugh loudly, the four of you gaining looks from surrounding match watchers— only for them to look away at the sight of four of arsenal's own. Your laughter becomes louder as Leah slams her tiny cards aggressively onto your thigh, folding her arms and leaning back in her chair with a pout.]

"oh, cheer up captain," you pout mockingly, reaching to pinch her cheeks between your fingers.

1:02

[Camera cuts to the teams walkout, briefly showing Katie McCabe before turning back to you, a large grin on your face, never failing to leave.]

"that's my girl!" you shout, hands cupped around your mouth to make yourself louder. "let's go number fifteen!"

1:39

[Cuts to you leaned back in your seat with your arms folded. An amused look is on your face as you shake your head. Camera pans to the big screen as Katie's name is shown, a yellow card next to it.]

"it's been like thirty minutes and she already has a card," you giggle to yourself before sighing fondly, a gentle smile on your face. "that's my girl."

2:06

[Different camera shows Katie sliding her foot in front of a Tottenham player, successfully and cleanly retrieving the ball from her feet before panning to you with your elbows propped up on your knees, head resting in your hands.]

"oh my god, she's so hot." you sighed absentmindedly, momentarily forgetting about those surrounding you and the microphone attached to your collar.

[Beside you, Leah bursts out laughing, the sound picking up through your mic as the blonde discretely turning to the cameraman who has now directed it toward her, pointing at you before fake wretching.]

3:21

[Camera shows you jumping up out of your seat, annoyance clear on your face as your hands are perched on your hips.]

"oh, come the fuck on! that's so clearly a foul!"

4:38

[During halftime, the camera follows as the four of you briefly leave your seats to join the girls in the locker room. The cameraman does not enter, only filming the door, however you can be heard from inside.]

"north london is what?!"

"north london is red!" an irish voice answers you.

"hell yeah it is!" you reply, then followed by the sound of palms smacking against each other.

another voice cuts in, "alright, simmer down you two!"

"oi! put her down, she's fragile!"

4:50

[Camera cuts to you stood with your hands on Katie's shoulders, giving her your usual half time pep talk, brushing stray fly-aways out of her face as she smiles at you. The sound is cut off, so the viewers can only see the motion of both players' lips moving as you speak to each other, the final thing being Katie moving toward you, scenes changing just before any PDA is shown.]

5:47

[Camera pans from Katie running around the pitch celebrating, arms in the air and then back to you, the four Arsenal players chanting together, you being the loudest and most enthusiastic of the four.]

"we've got mccabe! katie mccabe! i just don't think you understand! she plays out on the wing! she hits it with a zing! we've got katie mccabe!"

6:25

[Video closes out with you and Katie stood outside of the stadium, her arm wrapped around your shoulder as you do the outro.]

"that was me mic'd up, i hope i was entertaining enough for you all. thanks for watching." you grin shyly, waving with both hands. "leave a comment if you think katie should get mic'd up next."

[Katie laughs before kissing your cheek affectionately, the brunette waving bye with her free hand before the video fades to black.]

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username pls the amount of bleeps they had to add to this video because of yn 😭

⤿ username never heard someone curse so many times in 6 minutes

katiespelova oh i need more mic'd up videos with the rest of the team now

username if my relationship isn't like katie's and yn's i don't want it

[wosoamazing]

First Steps

You were standing up near your Ma’s cubby in the locker room, whilst all the girls were getting ready for their game. Your Mum walked over to Steph who was only two lockers down from where you stood, “Up, up,” you said as you made grabby hands towards your Mum, however the room was too busy for her to hear you, you decided to move over to her, however rather than getting down and crawling you decided to try and put one foot in front of the other like your Mums had been practising with you, you slowly wobbled over to your Mum, and grabbed onto her leg to steady yourself once you made it over to her.

“Wait,” she looked down at you, and you gave her the cheesiest grin ever as you looked up to her, “how? Katie, um..” your Ma turned around “Oh my God, she walked?”

“Hello, I’m just here to pick up my Mascot,” a familiar voice said as she popped her head in, Kyra, Beth and Steph all tried to hide their smirks as everyone looked around the room, “You did not,” Kyra picked you up and unzipped your Jacket, you were wearing a Tottenham jersey, “What the hell,” Your Ma raised her voice.

“Charli open the door fully,” Kyra said as she bobbed down and placed you standing up on the ground a few steps from Charli, “How is that Y/N?” “Cha Cha,” you squealed as you walked towards her, albeit slowly and very unsteadily.

“Okay but that was cute, but you three, there will be pay back,” You Mum said as she pointed at each of the Women responsible for this.

“But what about Charli,” Kyra whined, “I can't punish Y/N’s favourite, that would be unfair on her.”

[woso-dreamzzz]

Hurt III

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your return to Kingsmeadow

The game you make your return in is against Tottenham at Kingsmeadow.

There's a bit of a scare in the morning when you're jumping on the stairs and you slip, letting out a little squeak from the shock of it all.

It sends Momma and Morsa crazy though, both of them rushing to you. Momma grabs your crumpled form quickly, checking over your head for any injuries and Morsa runs through a quick concussion check.

"Fine!" You insist as you try to pull away but Momma keeps your head still as Morsa checks your eyes with the little penlight she has on her keychain. "Just a little fall!"

"No, no," Morsa says," Stay still. We're just checking."

"Should we call Emma?" Momma asks," Do we tell her we can't make it?"

"Can make it!" You say," Not hurt!" You push away Morsa's touchy hands and glare, your little crinkle appearing between your eyebrows as you stare at them both.

"I want you to tell us if you start feeling sick," Momma says," Or if you feel a bit wobbly? Okay?"

"Not hurt!" You say again.

"Doesn't matter," Momma says," You have to promise me you'll say something."

You huff and agree reluctantly.

Morsa keeps a tight grip on your hand as she escorts you into the car and then into the locker room. By this point, you've got the tiniest of bruises near your hairline from your little tumble. It's very small but Sam notices immediately.

"What happened?" She asks, lightly rubbing her finger over it.

You shrug as you munch on your goldfish crackers. You had tried to get Momma to let you have the skildpadder you know she's got in the cupboards but she said that either you admitted that you were hurt or little girls who are just 'fine' don't need skildpadder to feel better.

You're a bit like Morsa, prideful, so you stuck with being fine so now have crackers as your snack for today.

"I fell," You reply," Down stairs. Bumped head. I'm fine."

Sam looks over at Morsa. "Is she? Fine?"

"No concussion," Morsa confirms as she helps you into your Assistant Coach jersey. "Just a little tumble. We're okay, aren't we, Princesse?"

You sigh. "I said that before!"

Morsa rolls her eyes a little at your insistence as Momma comes over to take your hand.

You're going to walk out with her today because it's your first time back with the team since you got hurt and she wants to keep an eye on you until the very last second.

You can hear the announcer as you step out onto the pitch with Momma.

"And a big welcome back for Chelsea's Assistant Coach y/n who returns from injuries!"

You bashfully look down at your feet as the crowd cheers and Momma holds your hand all the way to the bench when kick-off is about to begin.

She waits until Niamh has your hand to let go and kisses you on the head.

Immediately, you try to pull away but Niamh's got a tight grip on you and she gives you a sympathetic look.

"Sorry, kiddo," She says," But you're not allowed out of our sight. You've just gotta sit tight this game."

You don't want to sit tight and you huff loudly so everyone knows that you're annoyed.

"Sorry," Jessie says as her finger ghosts over your new bruise," But it's Captain's orders."

You frown for a moment, sulking in your seat in defiance before a thought crosses your mind. "But I'm the Big Boss," You tell Jessie and Niamh, giving them an unimpressed look that Morsa sometimes gives them," You have to do what I say."

Jessie and Niamh both laugh and shake their heads.

"We really can't," Niamh says," Sorry, kid, but we're more scared of Magda than you right now."

Your crinkle returns. "I can be scary!" You bare your teeth at them.

"About as scary as a kitten," Jessie confesses, pulling you into her lap and curling the sides of her coat around you.

"I'll be scary one day," You say to both of them," I will!"

"I'm sure you will."

When halftime comes around, you try to slip into the tunnel without anyone else. You're goldfish crackers are still in the locker room and you're getting kind of hungry again.

You don't make it very fair though because suddenly you're up in the air and on Millie's hip.

"Where do you think you're going all alone?" She teases," Trying to escape?"

"Hungry," You whine.

"You need to wait for an adult for these things," She tells you as she refuses to put you down during the walk to the locker room.

"Didn't used to," You reply stubbornly.

"Things change, kiddo." She places you on the ground. "Your snacks are where you left them."

The team don't leave you alone for a single moment even though a bunch of people get subbed on and off. You're always within arms reach of someone or cuddled up in their coat with someone. You're not allowed to stand on your seat like you used to be able to, always hurriedly brought down and placed in someone's lap.

"Not hurt," You whine after Momma and Morsa squish you between them when the match is over," Don't need to be watched."

"I think with your tumble this morning," Momma says," That you absolutely need to be watched."

You huff and wrinkle up your nose in annoyance. "Didn't tumble. Just slipped. Didn't get hurt."

"Oh, man," Morsa says in the weird voice she does sometimes when she's not being properly serious," That sucks. Because hurt little girls get to sleep in the Big Bed until they get better."

You freeze suddenly, stopping your walk.

You think for a moment.

You look up at Morsa. "Maybe...Maybe a little bit hurt."

"A little bit?" Momma asks, swinging your joined hands.

You nod. "Uh-huh." You pat at your bruise. "Ow. See, I'm hurt."

"Well then, I guess we better warm up a spot in the middle of the Big Bed for you."

[antspaul]

— on athletes leaving home

1. Hanif Abdurraqib, There’s Always This Year: On Basketball and Ascension | 2. Cleveland Cavaliers fans burn Lebron's jersey | 3. Charles Bukowski, “Something for the touts, the nuns, the grocery clerks and you…” | 4. Chelsea fan shows homemade shirt directed towards Mason Mount after his departure to Manchester Utd | 5. Hanif Abdurraqib, There’s Always This Year: On Basketball and Ascension | 6. Cleveland fan runs onto the court to convince Lebron James to return to Ohio | 7. "Prove them wrong" | 8. Lionel Messi announces his departure from Barcelona | 9. excerpt from Messi's press conference | 10. tweet by Sarah Hagi | 11. James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room | 12. Harry Kane leaves Tottenham | 13. Spurs fans react to Harry Kane's departure | 14. Liverpool fans burn Fernando Torres's shirt when he leaves the club for Chelsea, 2011 | 15. Hanif Abdurraqib, There's Always This Year: On Basketball and Ascension

[wosowrites]

You’ll be Okay (Chelsea WFC x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: so so sad about the team moms leaving :((

prompt: in which you have to cope with the news of magda and pernille leaving chelsea

You had had your first suspicion that maybe Magda and Pernille would be leaving at the end of the season when you lost out on the Conti Cup to Arsenal. You just imagined that they were upset when you hugged them tight and told them that you would lift the trophy next year. Magda and P shared a quick, sad look before smiling at you. "Of course," they had said.

They announced it too the team two months before it was announced to the public, and you had never felt more naive.

Actually, the couple had announced their departure with Magda’s help to the team while you were in a private session with the therapist. You had recently gone through quite the scary event as angry Manchester United fans spent the whole time you walked out of the stadium yelling horrible things at you. You had never seen the girls so angry. Guro yelled at a few people, sweet, calm Jessie had to be held back by Sam to go give a piece of her mind to a woman in a Leah Galton jersey. You had insisted you didn’t need therapy and that you were fine, but it ended up being beneficial.

This had all been planned out. They would tell everyone as you were with the therapist, and then they would tell you separately after training.

Magda and Pernille walked up to the front of the room, and although everyone knew what was coming, most people still cried. Almost no one on the team had known a Chelsea without Magda and the idea of her not being around felt horrible.

The girls delivered their speech, crying themselves and then they allowed questions. "What club are you guys going too?" Sam asked. "We can’t say yet, sorry," Magda said, earning a frustrated groan from the australian. "If you guys go to Arsenal…" Jessie started saying. "Gross! No! Of course not," Pernille said. "Wait- where’s y/n?" Niahm asked, looking around the room.

The blondes at the front of the room shared a quick look. "Uhm, were- were telling her separately after practice," Magda said, holding P’s hand. "Which- actually, is that a good idea? It’s the right decision right?" Pernille asked.

The blues all nodded. "Yeah, I mean I’ve known her since we were fifteen and she’s never had a… a parent figure like you guys in her life before. She’s gonna be happy for you guys but… she’s gonna take it really hard," Jessie said, pursing her lips together.

Your therapy ended two minutes before the start of training so you headed to the meeting room.

The second you opened the door, something felt wrong. Every head turned to you and Magda and P seemed to have just been sat down. You scanned the room, smiling tentatively. "What are all of you weirdos looking at?" you asked them, letting the door close behind you and taking a seat at a table composed of Magda, P, Niahm, Z and Jessie. "Nothing! You just caught us by surprise," Magda said quickly. "Okay weirdos" you joked.

Practice flew by quickly as it almost always did. Thankfully, as you had a game tomorrow, Emma didn't, make you do fitness and you were all instructed to take it easy. You did notice that Emma pulled Magda and Pernille to the side towards the end of practice, and although you did wonder what that was all about, you didn't ask.

"Emma told us that she doesn't want us to tell y/n about the move until after tomorrow's game. I feel dirty, it feels gross not to tell her when everyone else knows," Magda told Millie and Zecira after her talk with Emma as you watched from afar.

That night, you went home knowing something was wrong. But you ordered Chinese food and watched a movie with Jessie, who was your roomate, before going to bed.

There was no other way to describe your performance against Tottenham. You had played spectacularly, scoring a hat trick and assisting Guro. You were on top of the world, and then your world came crashing down.

You all headed towards the changing room, but before you could get into the area, you felt your wrist being grabbed. You turned around quickly to see Pernille holding your hand. "What is it?" you asked, moving to the side to let your teammates in. You could see on the faces of the girls piling into the changing room that they knew something you didn't.

The women in front of you shared a look. "Stop with the looks. Everyone knows something I don't so please just tell me," you said firmly.

"Y/n... I've been with Chelsea for six years... and, Pernille has been here for three and we've- we have decided that it's time for us to... to concur another part of the world. To leave Chelsea," Magda said.

They searched for a reaction in your eyes for a solid twenty seconds. Your eyes were watery but you were hoping your fake smile cancelled out the tears. But they saw through you. "That's great! When are you announcing it to the public?" you asked, your voice clearly shaking. "Honey..." Pernille tried to say but you cut her off immediately. "No. No please don't call me that. I'm happy for you, you're going to do well but I- there are dozens of photographers outside that are going to take pictures of me and there's no way I'm walking out of there with puffy red eyes so please just let me act as though I don't care," you said, letting so much and so little out at the same time.

It was already too late though, your face was covered in tears and your nose was running. Magda didn't wait five seconds before pulling you and her girlfriend into her. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I'm being so selfish. This is good for you guys," you sobbed into Magda's hair. "We don't think you're selfish, we understand. We know," Pernille answered.

Walking back into the changing room was hard, but thankfully most people were in the shower so all you had to do was grab your Chelsea sweatsuit and rush into the shower. After showering, you slipped on your blue Chelsea sweatpants and then the matching blue hoodie. It was only once you had put it on that you noticed the number 16 was embroidered on the right side. Magda had switched it out. You smiled and combed your hair before heading back to the main room to put on your jewelry and your shoes. Magda and Pernille were waiting outside for you, and you all walked out together.

You woke up the morning of May 18 knowing that today was the day that the world got the confirmation that Magda Ericsson and Pernille Harder were moving on from their life as blues. You were still on a high from the FA cup, and as long as you beat Arsenal on the 21st, the league title would probably be once again, the blues. But today you felt nothing but devastation, as you could no longer be in denial of your two team mothers leaving. You had prepared a goodbye post for them, knowing that on their actual last game for Chelsea, you would never be able to summon up enough energy to post a goodbye.

You had chosen three pictures, one of you asleep on Magda's shoulder in the bus when you had only been playing for Chelsea for about two months, the other of Pernille caring you over her shoulder in the streets of Portland during pre season, you were both laughing loudly. And the last one was a collage of three pictures of you, Magda and Pernille. The three pictures were of your three FA cups, and in every picture you were between the both of them, holding the trophy, and they were kissing your cheek. You were a family, and that really showed in those pictures.

The caption was what you put most thought into however. It read:

I genuinely can't think of a day in the past two years and a little more where I didn't send a text to our group chat, ranting about how good or bad the meal I had was, how the lady in the apartment in front of mine always gave me the stink eye, or just texting you to tell you that Jessie was still on my back about leaving my towels on the floor. I'll always be able to text you, but now I can't take the ten minute walk to your apartment anymore. Now I have to give you guys the key you gave me back. Two FA cups won with you guys, and certainly, two league titles ;) I love you both, I love you for being my soulmates, and I love you for defending me on the field, smack talking the players who injure me, and always being my honorary mothers. Go destroy another league now, and don't forget that Friday's at 8:00, London time, are reserved for your daughters, me, Niahm, and Jessie.

You then got out of bed, waiting for the moment where Chelsea FCW would post on their instagram about the departure of their skipper before posting your message. You had a rare off day today, a day in which you had planned to have brunch with Jessie, Pernille, Niahm, Magda, Sam and Kristie, who was visiting her girlfriend.

You headed towards Jessie's bedroom and then knocked on the door twice. "Come in," you heard her voice say, but it sounded heavy and tired. "You okay, Jess?" you asked gently, sitting down next to her and looking at her. Her cheeks were slightly wet with tears and her eyes were red. "I don't want them to leave. I hadn't let myself think about the fact that they were leaving until today and now all the emotions I should have let myself feel over the past two months are all coming up now," she said.

You looked at her sadly, pulling her in into a hug. "You can cry, Jess, everyone is going to. We play Arsenal at Kingsmeadow in three days and god knows I'm going to cry. I'll try not too, but I will. Let's just focus on the time we have with them, right?" you told her. You felt her nod against your shoulder before pulling away from her. You gently wiped her tears and smiled at her, looking into her eyes, before leaving the room to let her get changed.

May 23, Kingsmeadow, the last home game of Hardesson. You felt like death against a team you needed to all feel alive against. So, that morning, you dragged Jessie out of bed, she made breakfast while you gathered up your pre match kits and made coffee. After breakfast, you were out of the house. "I feel like Magda's gonna score today," you told your best friend as you turned into Kingsmeadow. "Hmm, I feel like you're going to score today," she said to you. "Yeah but I always score," you jokingly said, trying to lighten the mood.

Walking into the changing rooms, Magda seemed a bit down but Pernille was all smiles, they contrasted each other well. There were pretty obviously two groups, the ones who were sad but wouldn't cry over the departure of the team mothers, and the ones who seemed more scared of a team that didn't have Magda as captain.

But the second the starting eleven walked onto the field, you were all professionals, ready to fight tooth and nail for the title. You wanted to lift one more trophy with your Danish and Swedish mothers.

The first goal came in the 22 minute by your sliding header. A free kick was taken by Niahm but it went a bit far into the box. But you read the play well, Manu didn't react quick enough and so you threw yourself head first to connect with the ball for it to land in the far netting. You landed on your stomach but quickly got up and celebrated with the fans and your team. Jessie had been right.

And then, it was your turn to be right. Magda scored. You had never felt more joy over a goal someone else had scored, your heart lit up, your smile had never been bigger and you hugged Magda and kissed her forehead over and over.

2-0 win. That was a very good score, and you were ecstatic about it. You did feel a little sorry for Katie McCabe's missed penalty, but that was football.

And then came the waterworks. As the team walked around the stadium, clapping for the fans, you felt the need to step aside at the bench for a second. Magda and Pernille were leaving. You had never known a Chelsea without them, and now they were just going to be gone one random Monday. So, you went up to James, the team medic.

"James-" you started saying. "-I, uh, I need a favour from you. I need you to pretend that you're checking me for a- I don't know, a head injury? Yeah cause of the collision I got in with Catley. I feel like I'm seconds away from bursting out in tears and I want this moment to be about Magda and Pernille and not me feeling sorry for myself," you said to him.

James looked like he had not signed up for this, but eventually he smiled at you gently and told you to position yourself so your back faced the crowd. He started doing what he would usually do to check for a head injury as your bottom lip shook and tears streamed down your face. "You're aloud to be upset, y/n. It's not selfish, it's human. I say go out there after Magda and Pernille receive their legacy jersey's and don't be ashamed to cry. It's normal," he said to you. You had always liked James, he was like a silent force that always brought wisdom to the team. "I just don't want to make it about me," you said as he palpated your neck. "Crying wouldn't make it about you, if anything it would go to show how much of an effect they had on you, and how much you love them," he said.

You nodded slowly, starting to realize that maybe not being with the group attracted more attention than you wanted. So, you thanked him and jogged to meet the girls who were still going around and thanking the fans.

"You okay?" Kadeisha asked you, draping an arm around your shoulder. "Yeah, upset but yeah," you told her.

As the two gave their speeches, you really saw the contrast between them. Magda was absolutely breaking down in tears and Pernille was just laughing and smiling, rubbing her girlfriends back. The second their speeches were done, you couldn't hold back the tidewave of emotions you were feeling. You crouched down to the ground, pulling your jersey over your face and letting out a shaky sob. Right away, you felt a hand on your back and then you noticed that the person, or maybe people had crouched down next to you. "We will always be in your life, you know?" Magdas voice said sadly. "I know," you cried, pulling down your jersey and looking at her with broken eyes. "Is it stupid to be scared that you'll like your new team more and replace me. I don't want you to forget that you'll always be like my mother," you said to her.

She pulled you up to her feet and held your face, rubbing her thumb on your cheeks. "You will always be like my daughter. You, Jessie, Niahm, Sam, you are all my kids. I won't ever love a team more than this one, you hear me?"

You nodded and Magda pulled you into a hug, behind her, you could see Jessie crying and hugging Pernille.

It sucked, things sucked, but you knew that your mothers would always be your mothers, and that their heart would always be at least 60% blue.

[freshfraise]

Hi tee, Welcome to tumblr! I really loved you Richarlison work, and was wondering if you could please do another one like that where he gets more possessive after he sees the reader in his shirt or something? Thank you so much!

NUMBER 9

pairing: richarlison x reader

summary: It’s game day. Y/N proudly represents her boyfriend’s jersey, not realising just how much it means to him and the risks that come with wearing the No.9.

author’s note: my first request! sorry it took a bit long, i wanted it to be perfect :) hope you like it!! possessive richarlison!! comments/feedback are appreciated <3

Game day. It was the day he’s been preparing for what seemed like decades. I hated and loved it. Hated the trepidation and suspense that came with it, but there was nothing I loved more than being in his shirt, seeing him score a goal and have the whole entire stadium erupt. In this game so far, it was 3 - 2 to Tottenham, with one goal and one assist from Richarlison. The match was brutal, those three goals were not achieved easily. It was as clear as day that Richarlison was being targeted. Every time he landed on the floor, I winced, sending shockwaves to my heart;  As if it was my very own skin being grazed against the stadium grass. I could tell he was getting exasperated, his plays slowly becoming more barbarous as the minutes went on. It was a matter of time before he was sent off. 

Suddenly, at the 87th minute, the opposing team scores an equaliser changing the whole trajectory of the game. My hands cover my face in vexation, in absolute disbelief at the goal just scored. The unpredictability of this sport never failed to amaze me. Added time with a total of 6 minutes commenced, leaving just enough time for a winning goal. Barely seconds into the added time, Richarlison was getting substituted, which I knew he wouldn’t receive well. As soon as he reached the bench. He was kicking stray water bottles around and ultimately causing a commotion for the cameras to capture. He sat down, his jersey over his face leaning back towards the sky. It was as if I knew his exact thought processes at this moment.

Luckily, where I was sitting was close to the pitch, so it would be much easier to reach him after the game. In the blink of an eye, the game ended, with Spurs losing 3 - 4. It was a heart-rending  ending after an extensive game. As soon as the whistle was blown, the crowd went wild, partially cheering, partially maddened. Suddenly, I became wary of my surroundings, as although I was near many guards, the other team's supporters severely outnumbered us and began to get frenzied. The dark blue nine that laid upon my back translated to a big glowing red target for hurling abuse. Panic flooded my senses as I wanted to get out of this as soon as possible. I wanted to signal for him but the team was coming out in a completely different way, leaving me to rely completely on the guards beside me.

Eventually, we managed to get out and landed in a completely different place. I was placed in a hallway waiting for Richarlison to come out and meet me. I was uneasy, flurried and extremely tense right now, all I wanted was to be with him. Out of nowhere, an arm snakes around my shoulder, and I immediately knew it wasn’t who I wanted it to be. His grip was tight and he reeked of nauseating alcohol. Probably already pre- celebrating his team's win. I tried to detach his fingers off my shoulder but they snapped back on like a silicone snap on watch. I tried to leave completely, but he was clearly stronger than me. I looked around trying to seek help from bystanders, but of course there was no one. I’ve never felt so helpless. I looked down in shame and I was reminded of the jersey I was wearing. The player leaned into me, saying “What’s your name?” Silence. “Come on, don’t be shy. What's your name?” 

I hang my head low, before I hear someone say, ”I’m giving you three seconds to get your hands off my girl.” I look back seeing him, more agitated than ever, standing across from us in the hallway. I let out a breath of relief as his grip loosened and I practically ran to Richarlison. I hold him, shaken up at the current events. He hugs me, my visage facing his chest as he tightly cradles my head. He calls out to the other guy, saying “Never put your hands on her again. Or I will kill you.” My heart sank to my stomach, as he departed from my grasp swiftly, and made his way towards the player. He was trying to defend himself, but Richarlison wasn’t falling for his excuses. Embarrassment washes over me, as I wish that I was home curled up in my warm bed right now, anywhere else but here. I’m curious to see what Rich has planned, so I stay quiet.

In a very abrupt manner, Rich grabs the collar of the player's shirt, and uses it to slam him against the wall. I gasp unknowingly in shock. Rich begins to warn him about his actions. “You see a pretty girl and you get entitled? Do you feel good harassing girls like her? Huh? Know what is yours, and know what is mine. E aquela linda garota lá definitivamente não é sua. (And that beautiful girl over there, is definitely not yours.) In short, if I ever see you again, you’ll get more than a little shove to the wall, você entende? (You understand?)” He finishes, releasing the boy from his hands. He looks up at Rich in an apologetic manner, and walks back to his team changing room quickly.

In the midst of walking, Richarlison calls out to him, “Wait, I’m not done with you.” He curls his index finger, beckoning him to come back. Shamefully, he walks back to him. An amused smirk is plastered on Rich’s face. “Tell her you’re sorry, or I will go into that changing room and announce to your teammates that you like to harass women in your free time. Then, I will go to your manager and give him a couple reasons to rethink your future in the team. Or, you could just apologise. Your choice.”

I roll my eyes at his sensationalism and wait for an apology nonetheless. He mumbles a feeble apology and practically runs back to his teammates. As he slips behind the door, Rich reassures me, “Don’t worry, I’m still telling his manager.” 

He engulfs me in a yearnful hug, holding me tighter than ever before. “Meu anjo, I’m so sorry.” He kisses the top of my head and leads me out with his arm over my shoulder, and his hands interlocked with my fingers. Once we finally got into his car, I finally stopped tensing and began to allow myself to be at ease. Comfortable silence filled the car, and sleep was catching up on me before Richarlison gently tilted my jaw to him and whispered, “Meu número nove. You look so good in my shirt.”

[lanarchive]

“arsenal fans realizing they have to cheer for spurs” brother i will wear a tottenham jersey and sing glory glory tottenham hotspur everyday if it means we win the league

[grealishy]

LOVER - Jack Grealish

summary - while visiting your best friend from high school, you run into and old friend, but things aren’t the same between you two.

pairing - jack grealish x fem!reader

warnings - slight uses of profanity, mentions of alcohol cunsumption

song inspo - lover, taylor swift

word count - 2k

this is my first fic and i hope you enjoy it!

I also have to make this multiple parts, so sorry about that!

can we always be this close, forever and ever?

after four long hours from London, you had finally arrived in Manchester. You stepped off the train and headed to the arrival area to meet your friend Maddie.

You and Maddie had been best friends since primary school, but ever since you moved to London three years ago, and Maddie living in Manchester since University, you had barley seen her, although you try to make time to see each other at least once a year, however every year she had come to London. This was your first year visiting her in Manchester, and you were eager to finally see Maddie.

After walking around the pick up area for a good 10 minutes, you finally see her car. Excitement fills your body and you can't help but rush over to her with an embarrassingly huge smile. As Maddie sees you run over she gets out of her car and spreads her arms out wide.

You two meet in a hug, both not wanting to let go. It had been so long since the two of you had been together.

"MADDIE!"

"Y/N!"

"It's been forever! How are you!"

"I'm good, how are you? How was the train ride? Good?"

"Yeah, it was really good. Although the breakfast sandwich I ordered really got me through it" You said with a chuckle.

Maddie helped you with your bags and brought them to the trunk of her car. Once you both got settled in the front seat, Maddie turned the radio on and she started driving to her place.

Once you pulled into the driveway to Maddie's house, you brought your things inside, being met with barks of her little toy poodle, jasper, and the smell of apple cinnamon from a candle that was burning. It was a warm type of feel, like a warm hug.

There was a Manchester City v Liverpool game on the tv which was fitting since Maddie was a HUGE Manchester City fan. You were a Chelsea fan since living in London, but all in all, you didn't keep up with football as much as you used to when you were still in school, however when you were an avid football watcher, Manchester City was naturally your team.

"OH! Y/N! I forgot to mention, I got us tickets for a Man City v Tottenham match on Friday! Should be a good game!"

"Oh my God! Thanks Mads! I'm sure it will be"

The two of you ordered Chinese food and sat down, watching the game carefully, getting frustrated with the ref, and cheering when possession would change back to City. Just as the game was coming to an end, your food had arrived.

"ANDDDDD...... END, 2-1 CITY!! LETS GOOO!" Maddie screamed, giving you a high five.

It was like you and her were never separated.

-

You and Maddie spent the whole week going shopping, eating out, and watching movies.

"Y/n, did you bring your City jersey? Because if not we NEED to get you one to wear to the game. And, I mean, I could lend you one of mine, but why not use this as an accuse to get another. In fact, I'll just buy you one!"

You both make your way to the Manchester City fan store and you are met with an overwhelming amount of light blue everything. Surrounded by numbers and standard blank jerseys, you look around picking out one you would wear for the game.

"How about Haaland? He's the best on the team I'd argue. Or, oh my God, you need a Grealish jersey!"

Jack Grealish. Star football player. Midfielder for Manchester City and England's national team. Who didn't know who Jack Grealish was.

The funny thing was that he was an old classmate of Maddie and Y/n, from primary school all the way to high school.

"Very funny Mads."

"No, I'm being serious. It's not every day that your best friend, after me of course, from school becomes a professional footballer who is loved across the nation and plays for one of the best teams in England! You need his Jersey Y/n, you two used to be so close!"

You fool your eyes. It's true, the two of you were close, but you live very different lives now and it's not like you are still friends with him.

"I'll just get the Haaland jersey Mads."

"If you say so."

-

"NEXT!"

You and Maddie step up to check into the match, excitement flooding your body. The energy at matches were always so electric.

As you were walking towards your seats, you realize that you keep walking, getting really close to the pitch.

"here." Maddie says. You are one row from the pitch, sitting on the end of the second row.

"Maddie, what the fuck."

"What?" she says cheekily.

"These seats are insane, I mean really fucking insane"

"Only the best for the best"

You hug her and take a seat.

Before you know it kick off is happening and the game starts. The stadium is rumbling from cheers of mainly Man City fans, and the energy is something that is like a drug. You catch a sort of high from the pure adrenaline.

The game stops for half-time and you are excited to see the players walk by as your seats are right near the tunnel to the locker rooms.

As the players walk by you are met with a familiar face.

It is none other than Mr. Jack Grealish. You make eye contact with him as he walks by. You don't think anything of it, until he does a double take and smiles widely. But that was just a friendly smile, right?

-

Was that? Can't be... Unless.. No, she lives in London... But it looked just like her...

"GREALISH! ARE YOU LISTENING BOY?! WE ARE DOWN ONE-NIL, FOCUS UP DAMMIT" Pep yells.

Pep finishes giving his speech, which was honestly more like screaming at the squad until they feel threatened enough to make a difference in their game, and Jack is eager to get back on the pitch, especially seeing a girl that looked a little too similar too his childhood best friend.

The boys run back onto the pitch, and Jack makes a point to look closely at the girl. Although she was preoccupied at admiring Tottenham's Son who was already on the field, Jack could tell that the girl was definitely his old friend, however he noticed that she had a sparkle to her, something he had never noticed before, or something she gained while in London. Whatever it was about her, Jack could tell that she was still the same. Same best friend, same hair, same style, and even the same winter coat. It was intriguing.

-

The final whistle blew, indicating the match was over. Cheer erupted in Etihad Stadium. Both you and Maddie snuggling together as you clapped and cheered.

Just as the two of you were about to leave you heard you name being called.

"Y/n! Y/l/n!"

You looked around to see Jack Grealish coming over to you. The surrounding fans tried getting the Midfielders attention, but he was only concerned with you.

"Hey, Y/n! It's Jack!"

You smiled at his recognition of you.

"I know. How are you Mr. Grealish? Great game today!"

He smile warmly at your slight teasing tone. You felt like you were talking to a close friend of yours, not a Manchester City player., even though technically, it was a friend.

"How about you meet me at The Pen and Pencil after for a drink, you too Maddie."

You agreed and said your goodbyes as he ran back to his team.

"Well would you look at that. Looks to me that double trouble is back"

"Shove off Maddie" You chuckled.

-

As you pulled up to the pub your stomach starts to turn. Yes, Jack was an old friend, yes, you two were extremely close, but he also looked more mature and handsome than he ever had before and you found yourself a little attracted to him. Maybe it was because you hadn't seen him in a while, or maybe it was because he was in his football kit that fit him ever so perfectly. Regardless of attraction, you were in Manchester to have a good time with your best friend and to let loose.

"Ay, you made it" Jack said as he noticed you walking through the door. He comes over to give you and Maddie little hugs.

"Can I get you a drink, it's on me of course!

"I'll take a Cider"

The three of you catch up, sort of getting to know each other all over again. It was a natural conversation, no awkwardness or silence. It was truly like high school days again.

within the next hour, Maddie was off with some guy flirting, leaving you and Jack by the bar, still talking.

"So, how's life in London. I feel like that should have been the first this I asked, but y'know, I got sidetracked with other topic of conversation."

"No, it's alright. And, I love it. I've been there for about three years now. Don't get me wrong, I really miss Birmingham, but there is just something about London that I am so drawn to, and I have never looked back since moving. I just feel at home there, y'know?"

"Yeah I feel the same way here in Manchester"

-

It was nearing 2 in the morning and you were getting tired, especially since you and Maddie had stayed up late the night before.

"I think I'm gonna find Maddie, I'm getting pretty tired."

"Alright then, I see you on your way out?"

You nodded and headed to find Maddie.

After searching for a solid 15 minutes you couldn't find her. It was a relatively small pub, but trying to find someone in a dark crowded pub was not the easiest. You soon came to the conclusion that Maddie wasn't here. You open your phone to see a text from her.

Maddie: Hey girl! So I met this cute guy and we are going out to this other pub. I was trying to give you the car keys so you could drive since I know you were only having one drink, but I couldn't find you. Anyways, I'll pay you back for a cab since I know you'll need one. The garage code is 1234. Sorry, luv u

crap.

"Find her?"

"She actually left.."

"Oh damn. You need a ride? I was thinking of leaving anyways, I could just drive you."

"You sure? I can always get a cab or an uber."

"No need to waste money, I can drive you, I only had one drink so I'll be fine."

Jack closed his tab and you both left the pub, getting into his car which was parked out front.

-

You were fighting the urge to fall asleep in the car, but your tiredness took over, and before you knew it you were at Maddies place, and Jack was waking you up.

"Hey, Y/n. We're here." He says as he nudges you awake.

"Oh, God, sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep"

You get out of the car and straighten out your clothes before shutting the car door.

"Thanks Jack. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime. Before I leave though, how long are you staying in Manchester?"

"Um, I think a week more? Why"

"Here, give me your number, I want to hang out with you again before you go back to London."

You exchange numbers and Jack get back in his car to leave. He rolls the window down and gives you a wink before driving off.

-

You had just gotten changed and grabbed a granola bar and were just about to turn your light off to go to bed when your phone dings.

(0161)111-1111: Hey, it's Jack. You busy tomorrow afternoon? Was thinking we could go to this one local restaurant that is the BEST. What do you think?

PART 2 (coming soon)...

[remcycl333]

ok so i have a mini success story. Before I wanted to manifest my dream life I wanted to manifest something ‘small’ to build belief in my abilities. I manifested a Richarlison’s Tottenham jersey, I manifested that I had always had one and I woke up this morning and it was sitting in the closet. After that I knew that now I had the ability to manifest. Now I’m going to make a list of things that I want in my dream life to get clear on what my dream life looks like.

omg love!!! manifesting things appearing out of thin air is so funnnn. you got this, can't wait to hear more success stories from you!!! <3

[8choass]

Your lips my lips, apocalypse - ,,

Richarlison x fiancé reader

“Richyyyy….” I mumble hugging him, I wrap my arms around his neck kissing his ear and smiling, he dosent speak back he only smiles and hums. “How long are you gonna be away?”, “not long love, I promise you I’ll be back, as soon as possible and then we will be able to cuddle up”. 彡

“Meanwhile, I’m gonna miss you so much” he groans lifting me up “baby put me down!!!” He tickles making me laugh before finally placing me down, “I have a gift for you”, you hum “what is it?” You bite your lip, crinkling noise of a gift bag fills your ears and makes your eyes gleam. 彡

You stare in aw at the custom Tottenham jersey With the bold letters “richarlisons future wife”, you began to laugh when he handed you the jersey “baby this is amazing!” You kiss his cheek jumping up and down “it’s really random but thank you”彡.

Minutes later

It’s richarlisons departure, your at the airport and decided to shoot one more memory before his 2 week trip to Morocco, “your lips my lips” you lift your phone up to show your New Jersey, behind you hugging your waist is richy, you have tinted red lipstick and kiss his cheek just to turn back and sing along “apocalypse”.

“I love you, I’m gonna miss you” “I love you too, but. I’ll miss you more” you squeeze his cheek “no seas pelotudo” you laugh “what are you laughing at?” You continue non stop pointing at his face, you open your camera to show richarlison, you capture a photo of his face smudged in red lipstick with a pouting face.

( Richarlison )

[woso-dreamzzz]

Bug helps Leah give a harsh talking to to the squad during half time if they're not playing great against Tottenham, in fact Bug takes over.

Leah is very proud and promptly calls Jordan to gush over how their kid is perfect. Jordan is just as pleased because we know that woman STILL bleeds Arsenal.

Leah is so proud that Bug loves Arsenal so much.

Bug has so many Arsenal jerseys hanging in her wardrobe and the kit man always makes sure that Bug has her own shirt during game days

[vro0m]

I agree with your prev post btw, however a similar discourse was fueling the bird app a while ago and i’ve been meaning to say something adjacent;

>>This is also all my opinion, i’m also not trying to police f1, Lord knows we have enough of that;

I personally think as long as you’re a journalist, why shouldn’t one be biased? it’s a sport at the end of the day. A technical one so there’s a more quantifiable logic but a sport regardless. I don’t like comparing F1 to other sports but atm that’s what’s lacking (imo). Rivalry makes a sport. it allows like minded people bond over mutual love/distaste (maybe those are harsh words and it gets borderline toxic most times but ygwim). Again, you and you alone are entitled to how you enjoy your hobbies.

I appreciate Max and Lewis fans so much cuz imo they’re the ones keeping the lights on. These drivers haven’t been in a title fight in a while lol but the fans would argue over the color of the sky if they could. Everyday Alonso fans say “if Alonso had gone to… in 2014, he’d have had… championships by now”. Sainz and Leclerc fans as of lately are also at each other’s throats cuz these are great drivers.

When Lewis got announced to Ferrari, people fell to their knees cuz that’s the enemy, that was the death star. Sure this may not be our grand parents Ferrari and here we sing and do marshmallow challenges now but it’s a long rivalry. Mclaren-Ferrari, Red Bull-Mercedes. I’m not trying to dissect what was said or what caused what but Toto seemingly trying to cozy up with Helmut and Max felt like backstabbing to some.

delusional takes?… exists everywhere, some driver’s fans have blamed the wind,mirrors, chassis and even his own team sabotaging him for poor performances. saying the other teammate’s win has been “nullified”.

AFCON, Nig vs Cameron, one team absolutely bottled it but the fans were dancing up until the last minute to boost morale. it’s what fans do. Objectively is good but so are biases, it makes us human imo.

These days a lot of the races imo are boring asl. It’s why DTS tries to milk slight disagreements as intra team rivalries. There’s also new wave of fans who’s welcome to the sport ofcourse but i just personally don’t understand this “I love every driver and want to see everyone do well”. If i wore an arsenal muffler with a Tottenham jersey in North london i’m getting jumped over rivalry that’s been here almost 100 years lol.

Again yes it gets extremely racist and parasocial but that’s the toxicity that doesn’t belong in a fandom but exists in most if not all. It’s all capitalism at the end of the day but at the core of it or what it should be is a sport

ps…this long ass essay lol and it’s also one of the reasons imo football socials don’t take us seriously and also calling f1 not a serious sport😅

Yeah that's what I meant by everyone is entitled to enjoy the sport the way they want. I personally think it's fine if you're 100% delulu biased following other like minded delulu biased people if that's what's fun to you! God knows the delulu posts are the funniest on this hellsite!

I understand what you mean with rivalry and I agree but personally didn't find the teamLH-orange army war fun at all because it got nasty really quickly. Fans were hating on each other and very aggressive about their opinions and I don't like that. I like heated arguments fine but when it tips into hate then it becomes a bad experience for most people.

To take your football example, I think singing songs in the stadium, making fun of the other team and fans, it's all playful and part of the culture. But fuck ultras, you know what I mean? I shouldn't be worried about getting jumped when I leave a game. Same thing goes here. The problem is a lot of people get genuinely angry at things and then genuinely aggro and that's not fun. So like I said in my previous post, if getting into fights with other people over these things is fun to you, you do you, I'll personally probably block you cause it's not enjoyable to me.

Imo the difference lies in self awareness. If you're a bit or even fully insane about your fav but you know that you are then it's generally all in good fun. But some people aren't aware that they are being irrational about things and that can get ugly because they take things seriously and get serious emotions about it and send serious hate about it etc. But it's not only bad for other people they might get aggressive towards. I've had anons here be genuinely distraught and/or enraged by the lack of performance at the moment. I've had to ask many a person "are you sure F1 is enjoyable to you?" because at the end of the day arguing can be fun (God knows I looove debating, irl and online, I'm annoying that way) but if you step away from these fanspaces angry, sad, frustrated most of the time, then is it really good for you? are you really having fun?