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konradleijon · 2 years ago

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Darling, I don't wish you well when you ain't with me (I want you crying)

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ᴄ.ᴡ. ɴꜱꜰᴡ, ɪɴꜰɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏᴠᴇʀ-ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴅᴏɢɢʏ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ, ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx, ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ

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As she strolled down the bustling street, her phone clasped tightly to her ear, she chatted away with her mother, excitedly discussing her new house. Amidst the sea of strangers passing by, a face caught her eye. A face she knew all too well, a face that brought back memories of a time long gone.

Her heart raced as she recognized him, it was unmistakably Butters Stotch. It had been years since they had last seen each other. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do.

Should she say hello? Should she keep walking, pretending not to notice him?

But before she could make a decision, he spotted her too. Their eyes locked and the world around her faded away. She couldn't believe it was really him, standing there in front of her.

As she looks up, disbelief washes over her.

"Butters..? Is that really you? I can't believe it's been so long!" Her gaze travels over his face, taking in the changes since high school. He's taller now, with broader shoulders, a mustache, and a more defined jawline, but those bright blue eyes are unmistakable.

As he gazes at her, a flicker of an emotion passes through his eyes that she can't decipher. However, before she can even process it, it vanishes. "I apologize, ma'am, but it seems you've confused me with someone else. The name's Vic, Vic Chaos!" He beams at her and offers his hand for a shake.

She hesitates for a moment before taking his hand, unsure. "Oh, okay.. Vic. It was good to see you." She starts to pull away, but he holds onto her hand tightly.

"Hey, wait! Don't go just yet," he says with a playful smile. “W-what have you been up to?”

Her eyes dart down to where their hands are still joined before meeting his gaze again. "Well, I just moved back home to South Park. It's strange being back; I've been down in California since graduation."

Butters or “Vic Chaos”, nods enthusiastically, eyes trained on her, clearly very interested in her story.

“Oh wow! That’s awesome, what made you move back?” He finally drops her hand absentmindedly, like he didn’t realize he was still holding it.

She looks away, brow furrowing slightly as she sighs. “I'm going through a.. rough patch.. in my marriage right now. He's still in California, and our counselor suggested some distance might be good for us.”

She shuts her mouth quickly, surprised at how much she's revealed. She's not sure why she's telling all of this to someone she hasn't seen in 15 years. He probably thinks she's weird for unloading all of her problems onto him.

Vic's expression softens. “Aw shucks, that's a bummer. Long-distance can be rough, but maybe it'll help you sort things out. But you know, if he can’t handle you then maybe it’s time to move on.” He says as he shrugs.

She's taken aback by his genuine response, God she absolutely cannot get a read on this guy. She smiles at him, grateful for his kind words. "Thanks, Vic. That means a lot to me. What about you? Are you married?"

He grins and chuckles lightly. "Naw, I'm still single. Haven't found the right gal yet, I guess. Y’know, still waitin’ to get hitched!”

She reaches out and pats his arm reassuringly. "I'm sure the right girl will come along soon.”

He glances at her hand on his arm and back up at her with a bashful smile. "Gee thanks, I hope so too! Who knows, maybe I'll find her someday," he laughs, gently patting her hand.

"How come you're here?" She gestures to his sharp suit. "Business trip?"

"Naw, I actually live here. I travel for work a whole lot though, so I'm a bit of a nomad. I'm an...investor of sorts." He flashes her a lopsided grin.

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Really? I had no idea you were some big shot now," she chuckles.

He laughs, throwing his head back, “Yeah, I guess you could call me that”.

Before he can speak further, her phone rings, and she groans. She takes out her phone and quickly turns it off, rolling her eyes in frustration.

“Sorry about that, that was my husband calling. I should probably go.” She shoots him an apologetic smile. “It was lovely seeing you again, Victor.”

She smiles and turns around but is spun back around by his grip on her arm.

“W-wait!” He says quickly. “Wanna get dinner with me later? We’ve got a lot to catch up on!” He gives her a charismatic grin.

She hesitates, unsure of how to respond. She hadn't seen him in years, and now he's asking her out to dinner? What would her husband think? But the way he's looking at her, with that irresistible grin and those piercing blue eyes, makes it hard to say no.

"I don't know, Victor," she says softly, biting her lip. "I don't think it's a good idea."

His expression falls slightly, but he doesn't let go of her arm. "Come on, it'll be just like old times. We'll catch up on everything and have some great food." He leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I promise it'll be worth it."

She feels a thrill run through her at his words, but she quickly shakes it off. This is crazy, she can't go out to dinner with him. Not when she's still trying to work things out with her husband.

He chuckles as she takes a moment to process his offer. "Come on, it'll be fun. We can catch up and reminisce about old times," he adds with a playful wink.

She chews on her lower lip for a moment, mulling over the invitation before finally nodding. "Yeah, that sounds great. It'll be good to catch up with you." A twinge of guilt tugs at her conscience as she thinks about her marriage, but she dismisses the feeling with a shake of her head.

He grins widely, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "Great! How about that Italian place downtown? Eight o'clock?"

She nods again, smiling. "Sounds perfect."

As they part ways, she can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest. Maybe this dinner with Victor would be just the distraction she needs.

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enwoso · 29 days ago

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hall of fame | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

as promised pt2 of lovie enjoying the champions league win!

grumpy masterlist

‘one trophy. one wild five-year-old. one iconic chant. welcome to what could be arsenals most unforgettable homecoming.’

the emirates was still buzzing long after the final whistle. banners waved. chants echoed into the summer day. red and white confetti clung to every surface. and in the middle of it all — the stage, glowing under floodlights, filled with laughter, dancing, and raw, unfiltered joy.

arsenal women — champions of europe.

alessia stood near the center, hair a little messy as sunglasses clung to her head, her medal glinting under the lights. around her, her teammates bounced, hugged, and chanted with the fans who packed every corner of the stadium.

katie had taken over the mic and, predictably, all chaos followed. "COME ON YOU GUNNERS!" katie roared, hands raised triumphantly.

the crowd thundered back. "what do we think of tottenham?!"

"SHITE!"

katie spun around on her heel, dopey but proud smile on her lips. "thank you!"

to alessia's left, beth was still doing a full-body shimmy with vic and manu, while steph tried to pull laia out of the line of fire of frida's rogue confetti cannon. kim stood in the back sipping from a paper cup and shaking her head fondly like a parent watching a school play spiral out of control.

and there, right beside alessia, sitting squarely on her hip with confetti tangled in your hair and a little arsenal flag in your hand — was you.

five years old. wearing a tiny russo 23 jersey which admittedly was all you had worn all weekend. already the most talked-about figure of the celebration.

"careful with that confetti lovie," alessia said as you prepared to fling another handful.

"it's like sparkly rain," you whispered dramatically, throwing it into the air with both hands.

alessia winced as a bit stuck to her lip. "fabulous! we are both walking disco balls now."

a few of the girls gathered around, drawn to the tiny dynamo. "tiny's gonna start charging appearance fees," beth laughed, crouching beside you. "i swear she's more famous than us."

"i told her that already," kyra added with a wink. "she said she wants her own locker."

you grinned nodding your head. "yes! with stickers, lots."

alessia just sighed with a wide smile. "we've created a monster."

and then came leah as she stepped up to the mic, wearing her champions league medal over the champions shirts the entire squad were wearing, face flushed from celebration but eyes soft. leah glanced around the stage, taking in her teammates, her family, and then turned slightly to look at alessia and you.

her voice cracked a little as she spoke. "this club... this team... my club, my arsenal. we've made history. but none of it happens without the people behind the scenes. the mums, the dads, the siblings. the little ones. the future."

leah paused, and her gaze finding yours, as you were now proudly standing on the crate someone had pulled out for you, mere inches away from leah.

"i want to shout out one person in particular," leah said, voice thick with emotion. "a very special little girl, who has managed to keep me a little bit more grounded and make the lows of this season that little bit bearable even if you do call me lord farrquad each time i cut my hair. this trophy's for you my angel."

the crowd let out a collective "awww."

alessia blinked quickly, her arm tightening around her daughter's small frame. you, however, took it a very different way.

you raised both arms, looked out into the sea of fans, and shouted at full volume: "WHAT DO WE THINK OF TOTTENHAM?!"

there was a beat. silence. and then—absolute chaos. the crowd screamed back: "SHITE!"

you grinned like you'd just scored the winning goal in the champions league final.alessia closed her eyes as she couldn't believe you'd managed to turn such a sweet and wholesome moment into this. "oh my god."

"WHAT DO WE THINK OF SHITE?!"

"TOTTENHAM!"

"THANK YOU!"

katie dropped to her knees in laughter, rolling on the stage. "yes!, tiny! raise 'em right!"

"she's gonna be a menace at school on monday," leah whispered to alessia as she quickly planted a kiss to her cheek, smiling even as she wiped her eyes. "that's our child, by the way."

"don't remind me," alessia groaned playfully.

you stood proudly, clearly thinking you'd just saved the entire event. then you turned and waved dramatically at the crowd, your flag in one hand and your arms in the air.

"hi nonno!" you shouted. down by the front barricade, alessia's parents were in stitches. her dad had both hands up clapping. her mum had tears in her eyes, shaking her head.

"did you teach her that?" alessia called down to her brother giorgio, knowing it was right up his street of tricks.

"not guilty," he shouted holding his hands up in innocence. "that was all mccabe!”

"she's got lungs, i'll give her that," alessia's mum said, leaning over to wave. "you were never that loud."

"she's brave too," added alessia's dad. "the whole audience!"

you cupped your hands around your mouth. "mummy said i could swear once!"

"i said maybe in ten years," alessia corrected, exasperated, ruffling your hair as you held onto the barrier.

giorgio just laughed. "i think the mic picked that up."

"brilliant," alessia muttered, shifting you on your hip. "hope she enjoyed her fifteen minutes of fame — and grounding."

"no grounded," you said confidently. "m' a champion."

"your something alright."

back on stage, confetti cannons exploded again. you flung another handful over katie's head, which made her dramatically pretend to faint. emily made a face as she plucked glitter from her hair. kim just shook her head, sipping her drink.

"she's one of us now," steph said, watching the chaos.

"oh, she's captain material," leah added with a grin, still watching you fondly. "just give it fifteen years."

alessia glanced around at her teammates, her family, you — who now had the entire emirates wrapped around her finger.

in the background, the champions league trophy stood tall as it was passed around the group. but right now? that didn't matter nearly as much as your giggling frame in your mummy's arms.

because right now, the world belonged to arsenal... and you!

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holyblonded · 2 months ago

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negotiations | always sunny in australia

pairings: arsenal wfc x teen!reader

summary: your contract is under negotiation, causing unrest on the team

notes: i feel like i am slacking in the chickie fics 💔

Leah Williamson couldn’t sleep. Her sheets were tangled like the mess in her head, the clock taunting her with every passing minute that nothing was changing.

How could she possibly sleep when her entire world was in shambles?

Some might call her dramatic. Leah would call them wrong.

Your one-year contract with Arsenal was coming to an end, and negotiations were happening behind closed doors— closed, locked, and apparently soundproofed doors that Leah had no access to. Every time your agent was asked about your future, she gave the same vague response,

“I’m doing what’s best for Chickie.”

Which was sweet. Noble. Responsible. And also not nearly enough information for someone who had basically appointed herself your co-parent, moral compass, part-time chauffeur, and emotional support footballer.

So yeah, Leah was stressed. But she wasn’t alone. Across London, your actual legal guardian was also losing it. Leah’s phone buzzed next to her pillow. 2:47 AM. She picked it up faster than she had in her life. “Finally,” she whispered.

“Are you alone?” Sam’s voice came through, dead serious.

“Yes. Are you?”

“I’m in the laundry room with the dog. No one suspects anything.”

Leah sat up. “Is your team ready?”

Sam let out a low chuckle. “Everything is set in place. Vic’s on standby. Kyra’s been bribed.”

Leah smirked, already proud. “Good. My team’s been briefed. Beth’s got the snacks, Lotte’s baking passive-aggressive pies. We’re ready.”

There was a pause. A dramatic silence only two women plotting to emotionally manipulate a child into signing a football contract could share.

“I’ll be dropping off the package at approximately 8 AM,” Sam said finally, solemn. “Make sure everything’s in position.”

“Roger that.” Leah saluted into the phone.

That’s when the bedroom door creaked open.

Leah whipped around and yelped, fumbling the phone and almost knocking over her bedside lamp.

Elle stood in the doorway, arms crossed, one perfectly sculpted brow raised in judgment. “What. Are. You. Doing.”

Leah blinked. “Uh. Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Elle’s voice was suspiciously calm. “Because that nothing sounded like you were coordinating a covert operation with a woman in a laundry room.”

“I don’t—there’s no covert—” Leah was stammering now, panic painted all over her face.

Elle raised a hand. “Leah Cathrine Williamson, if you are plotting behind Chickie’s back—”

“I’m not!” Leah shouted, then immediately winced and lowered her voice. “I’m not. I swear.”

Elle walked in, graceful and terrifying in her silk pajama set. “She’s a kid. And yes, she might joke and act chaotic and get away with everything because she��s adorable, but you have to respect her decisions.”

Leah opened her mouth.

“I’m not done.”

Leah closed her mouth.

“Her contract is her choice. You can’t bribe her or manipulate her or—”

“Sam already gave her a custom pair of cleats with ‘London’s Little Terror’ printed on the side,” Leah mumbled.

Elle stopped mid-rant. “You what?”

“I didn’t do it! Sam did! And Mario offered to do her Spanish homework for a month, and Kyra promised to make TikToks with her every day, and—”

“Leah.”

“What?!”

“She’s fifteen.”

“I know. That’s why we’re doing this!”

Elle opened her mouth to reply, but Leah was already up, throwing on a hoodie. “I’ve gotta go.”

“To where?!”

“To the Emirates. The cakes need frosting. I gotta be there when she walks in.”

“You are deranged.”

Leah, already halfway out the door, just grinned and shouted back, “We all are, babe. She’s ours.”

Elle stood there in the doorway, blinking at the chaos her girlfriend had become.

Somewhere in the darkness, the real MVP of Arsenal, Chickie, slept peacefully, unaware that the next morning was about to be full of suspicious pies, emotional bribery, and thirty very dramatic people pretending they weren’t all completely obsessed with her.

Vic, Kyra, and Beth stood pressed against the wall in the hallway like they were part of a low-budget spy movie. Arms crossed. Expressions intense. Suspiciously casual. Beth had even shoved a protein bar halfway in her mouth like she was definitely not trying to cover for something.

Renee walked by, clipboard in hand, eyes squinting at them as she slowed her steps.

“Alright. What are you three planning?”

Immediately, all three said, “Nothing,” in perfect harmony like it had been rehearsed. Beth even smiled with all her teeth… too many teeth.

Renee narrowed her eyes. Vic stared ahead like she’d never committed a crime in her life. Kyra fiddled with her sleeve like she wasn’t plotting emotional warfare. Beth blinked, possibly trying to look innocent but instead looking like someone hiding a raccoon in her bag.

Renee took one step forward, and they all visibly tensed. “I’m going to ask one more time—” she began, but a voice called from the end of the hallway.

“Coach! We need you in the physio room!”

Renee gave them one last squint and reluctantly turned on her heel. “This isn’t over.”

As soon as she disappeared, the three of them exhaled dramatically like they’d just evaded a SWAT team.

Then there you were. Just walking down the hall, blissfully unaware, humming a Laufey song under your breath.

They all exchanged a look.

“Now,” Beth said.

Vic reached out like a ninja and yanked you by the sleeve into the nearest door, Kyra shutting it behind you with suspicious speed and determination.

You stumbled into the physio room, blinking at the snacks scattered around, chips, cookies, juice boxes, a suspicious number of croissants.

“Um,” you said.

Beth locked the door.

Vic grabbed your shoulders gently but with great purpose. “We won’t let you out until you spill.”

Kyra pointed at you with a banana. “Where are you going next season?”

You blinked at them. “This is dramatic.”

“You’re dramatic,” Beth mumbled through a mouthful of gummy bears.

You giggled, plopping onto the padded physio table like you were being held hostage by puppies instead of professionals. “You guys are actually crazy.”

“Crazy in love with our baby Chickie!” Vic wailed, flopping down beside you and cradling your arm. “Just tell us. We can’t take the suspense.”

“I can’t tell you,” you said, still laughing.

“Okay, fine,” Kyra muttered. “Time for temptation.”

Vic leaned in, deadly serious. “I will do your homework. A full week. Even the maths.”

Beth gasped. “Not the maths.”

You tilted your head. “All of it? Even history?”

Vic flinched. “…Even history.”

You giggled but shook your head. “Can’t. Sorry.”

Kyra crossed her arms. “Then I’m calling Sam.”

You looked her dead in the eye and said, “Do it. She’ll probably join your little rebellion and bring snacks.”

Kyra blinked. “True.”

Beth, meanwhile, said nothing. She simply reached into her bag and pulled out a sparkly, glitter-covered sign that said in bold bubble letters: STAY.

With three glitter hearts and your name spelled out in rhinestones.

You burst out laughing, sliding off the table. “You guys are unwell.”

“We love you,” Beth said. “Let us have this.”

You opened the door, still giggling, and as you walked out, you threw them a grin over your shoulder.

“I guess you’ll find out soon enough… if your muffins are good enough.”

The door shut behind you, and all three girls stared at each other in stunned silence.

“She’s messing with us,” Vic whispered.

“I knew she was a menace,” Kyra said.

Beth sighed, hugging her sparkly sign. “I respect it.”

Leah had been patient. Painfully, torturously patient. She’d watched the others try. Watched Vic bribe, Kyra threaten, and Beth basically create an arts-and-crafts-based emotional hostage situation. But now… it was her turn. And she wasn’t going in with snacks or sparkles. She was going in with emotion.

“Hey Chick,” Leah said casually, hands in her jacket pockets, head poking into the rec room where you were minding your own business, watching a video of a squirrel on a skateboard.

You turned, suspicious. “Hi…”

“Fancy a walk?” she asked, voice light, but with a slightly manic glint in her eyes.

You narrowed yours. “A walk.”

“Just a casual one. Around the facility.” Her smile was too nice.

You sighed. “You’re gonna guilt-trip me, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

You considered that, then stood up. “Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The tour began at the entrance of the training complex. Leah made sure to slow her pace as you passed the front wall, where a massive photo of your mid-goal-celebration was printed on the side of the building.

She stopped dramatically and gestured toward it like she was Vanna White.

“Wow,” she said, her voice dripping with reverence. “Would you look at that. Who’s that? Is that Chickie? Huh. Wild.”

You squinted up at the photo. “That’s from the Brighton match, you told me I celebrated like a gremlin.”

“A powerful gremlin,” she corrected, before continuing on.

She led you through the hallway lined with photos and memorabilia, kits, trophies, all the stuff that said “This is Arsenal and We’re Kinda a Big Deal.” And every few feet, she’d stop and point something out.

“Remember this?” she asked, tapping a picture of you and Leah laughing after your first match. “You were so nervous you nearly put your shin pads on backwards.”

You groaned. “Leah—”

“And this one,” she continued, pointing to a shot of you hugging Beth after a last-minute assist. “Everyone cried. Even me. And I’m so emotionally stable.”

You snorted. “Lies.”

They passed the physio room. She paused at the door.

“Just the other day I saw Vic, Kyra, and Beth dragging you in here like it was a hostage situation,” Leah said. “And what did I do? I let it happen. Because this is your home. A loving home. Where kidnapping is done respectfully.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think this is subtle?”

“Nope,” she said brightly. “But is it working?”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

Then Leah upped the stakes. You two walked outside now, onto the training pitch, where everything was calm. The sun was just setting, casting a warm light over the grass. Leah pulled her hands out of her pockets and looked at you, suddenly soft.

“You know,” she began, voice quieter now. “When you showed up, I didn’t know what to expect. You were all wide eyes and nervous energy and this massive heart that you tried to hide under your hoodie.”

You looked down at your feet, kicking at the grass.

“But you got under my skin so fast. In a good way. You made me laugh again, made the team lighter. You talk too fast and steal everyone’s drinks and I caught you naming the training cones once.”

“Stanley and Patricia,” you muttered.

“Exactly,” Leah grinned. “And when you’re not around, it feels weird. Quiet. Too grown-up. Like something’s missing.”

You tried to hide your face in your sleeve. “This isn’t fair.”

Leah stepped closer, gently bumping your shoulder. “My mum asks about you every time we talk. You’ve got everyone wrapped around your finger. The crowd chants your name. You’ve got your face on three walls. You’re not just part of the team, Chickie. You are the team. You’re Arsenal.”

You looked up at her with a soft little frown. “Why are you saying all this?”

Leah smiled, so earnest it made your chest ache. “Because I love you, kid. And I’m scared. I don’t want to lose you. But I know I have to respect whatever you choose. Still, if there’s any part of you that wonders where you belong… just know, it’s here.”

You blinked hard, tears threatening. “So… manipulation. But make it heartfelt.”

Leah shrugged. “Pretty much.”

You sniffled, laughing through it. “You’re such a loser.”

“But am I a convincing loser?”

You threw your arms around her waist and buried your face in her hoodie. “I can’t say. I’m emotionally compromised.”

Leah smiled, hugging you back tightly. “Good. My job here is done.”

She walked you back in, a little skip in her step, muttering under her breath, “Sam owes me five bucks.”

It was a perfectly normal afternoon. Or at least it should have been.

You were hungry, minding your own business, just trying to make your way into the cafeteria for some pasta and possibly a suspiciously dry brownie. You pushed open the door, walked in and the entire room fell silent.

Not quiet. Silent. Like, “a pin could drop and echo” silent.

You froze in the doorway, tray in hand, eyes scanning the sea of teammates who suddenly couldn’t meet your gaze.

Steph stood up first. “I, uh, just remembered I left my… shampoo on the pitch.”

You blinked. “Your shampoo?”

“Yeah. Real slippery stuff. Can’t risk it.” She bolted.

Kyra followed, gripping Vic by the elbow like they were hostages escaping a war zone. “We have… stretching to do.”

“In the broom closet?” you asked flatly.

“Dynamic stretching.”

Beth pretended to get a phone call. “Oh look, it’s… the Prime Minister. Gotta go.”

You watched her sprint out with the phone screen clearly off.

One by one, they all trickled out, Caitlin muttering about an “urgent email,” Laia claiming she had “a soup emergency,” and Katie just yelling “NOPE” and walking away at full speed.

Within seconds, the packed cafeteria was empty. All except one person.

Lotte. Sweet, chaos-immune Lotte Wubben-Moy, who sat at the very center table with a suspiciously large pie sitting in front of her. She looked up at you with those innocent, hopeful eyes, and gestured to the seat across from her.

You sighed.

You made your way over slowly, already regretting every choice that led to this moment. You sat down, slid your tray aside, and looked at the pie.

It had “DON’T LEAVE” spelled out in carefully crimped crust letters. It was a lattice-crust plea for emotional commitment.

You stared at it. “You baked your feelings.”

Lotte smiled like this was normal behavior. “It’s blueberry. Your favorite.”

“I thought my favorite was peach.”

“I found that out after this one was already in the oven,” she replied, without missing a beat.

You kept staring at the pie, then at her, then back at the pie. You reached for the fork and the whipped cream. Lotte leaned in, eyes wide, waiting for the emotional moment and you just dug in.

With no hesitation, no comment. Just a bite. Then another. Like the words weren’t even there.

Lotte looked personally offended.

“You’re just… eating over the message?” she said, horrified.

“Yup,” you mumbled around a mouthful of flaky, guilt-ridden crust. “It’s good pie.”

“The message, Chickie,” she said, poking at the edge of the tin. “Are we ignoring the part where it says not to leave us in baked lettering?!”

You shrugged and took another bite. “Seems dramatic.”

Lotte gaped. “You are suddenly emotionally unavailable in the worst way.”

“Yup,” you said again, voice cheerful.

“Do you even care how much we’ll miss you?”

You paused, looked at her for a second, really looked, and then reached out and picked up the whole pie tin.

“Thanks for the snack,” you said with a wink, and walked away, pie in hand.

Behind you, Lotte dramatically collapsed onto the table like a tragic Shakespearean hero. “I BAKED MY SOUL INTO THAT CRUST!”

From down the hallway, you yelled back, “AND I’M TAKING IT TO MY ROOM!”

It started out as a simple mission. Well. As simple as anything gets when the team has collectively decided to break every ethical guideline in the “Contract Negotiation Interference Handbook” to figure out whether you were staying at Arsenal or leaving for another club.

Alessia had been quiet at first. Watching. Waiting. Letting the others attempt their wild schemes, Vic’s emotional monologues, Kyra’s threats, Beth’s glitter posters, Lotte’s pie-shaped manipulation. All good efforts. All massive failures.

So Alessia decided to take a different route. A calculated one. A bribery one.

You were sitting on one of the benches outside the training ground, minding your business, trying not to crack under the collective weight of a team who had turned into a desperate cult of affection.

Alessia approached with a calm, neutral expression. A shoebox in her hands.

You blinked. “What’s that?”

“Oh, nothing,” she said casually. “Just something I thought you’d like. No pressure. No questions. Just a gift.”

You looked suspicious. “This isn’t a trap?”

Alessia gave you a beatific smile. “I’m not Kyra.”

Fair point. You opened the box. And then you saw them. Bright. Yellow. Boots. Custom-made. Kangaroos embroidered on the sides. “CHICKIE #1 GUNNER” printed across the heel in bold white lettering. Your eyes widened like dinner plates.

You didn’t speak. Not immediately. You just stared at them. Then sniffled. Then blinked. Then let out a soft, high-pitched squeak as your bottom lip trembled.

“Oh—oh no,” Alessia panicked. “Are you crying?”

You nodded, aggressively. “Th-these are the most b-beautiful boots I’ve ever seen!”

Alessia winced. “Oh my god. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I thought this would make you—oh, Chickie—”

You were already hugging the box to your chest like it was a newborn child. “You know yellow’s my favorite color and kangaroos are my favorite animal and that slogan—you remembered my slogan—”

Alessia awkwardly sat down beside you, patting your back as you fully sobbed into the cardboard. “Okay, alright, breathe. It’s okay. They’re just boots. Special boots. Very cute boots. But boots.”

“I love them so much,” you wailed.

“I know, honey, I know.”

That’s when Leah stormed into view like a general on a battlefield. “Less! I told you to get the info out of her, not her tears!”

“She cried when she saw the boots!” Alessia defended, hands raised.

“They have kangaroos on them!” you sobbed, holding them up like Simba in The Lion King. “And my slogan, Leah!”

“Oh my god,” Leah muttered, rubbing her temples.

Alessia leaned into you again and whispered, “You sure you don’t wanna just hint at your decision? Maybe one boot tap for yes?”

You shook your head violently, tears still streaming. “This is such a sweet gesture. I—I—” You hiccupped. “I want to wear them forever.”

Leah sat down with a thud. “I hate it here.”

Alessia shrugged, gently pulling you into a side hug as you sniffled into her shoulder. “Honestly? I think I won.”

“You got her snot on your hoodie,” Leah said, unhelpfully.

You clutched the boots tighter. “I love you guys so much.”

“Still not telling us anything, though,” Leah said.

You shook your head with a tiny smile, eyes wet, nose stuffy, heart full. “Nope.”

Alessia sighed. “I gave her kangaroo boots and all I got was this emotional breakdown.”

Leah muttered, “Add that to the shirt.”

Kristie knew before you did. Of course she did. That’s the curse and blessing of being loved by someone like Kristie Mewis. She just knows.

She doesn’t ask, not right away. She doesn’t push or poke like the rest of the squad. She watches you stumble around with your hair a mess and your brain even messier. She brings you snacks. Ruffles your hair. Says things like “wherever you go, we’re gonna love you anyway” which is so annoying.

You try not to think about the decision when you’re with her. You talk about everything else. You help her decorate the nursery. You watch her wobble dramatically around the house, hand pressed to her lower back, dramatically asking, “Will you still love me when I’m just a human beach ball?”

You tell her she’ve always been a beach ball, but like… a really hot one.

You both giggle. She throws a pillow at you. But then one night, it gets quiet. Too quiet.

It’s late. The house is dark. Sam’s already passed out on the couch with a cookie halfway in her mouth.

You crawl into bed next to Kristie. You’re still wearing your oversized hoodie, the one with the red Arsenal crest faded from too many washes. You burrow yourself under the covers, half trying to disappear.

She doesn’t say anything. Just waits. And eventually, with your cheek pressed against her shoulder, you whisper, “I have so many options, Kris.”

“I know, baby.”

“Like, real ones. Barça. Lyon. City. A team in the NWSL even called.”

“I know.”

“They all say the same things, like it’s going to be the perfect step, or a new chapter, or a great financial move. But…” Your voice cracks a little. “It all just feels wrong.”

Kristie hums, rubbing your back slowly. “Because it’s not home.”

You nod, hoodie pulled up so she can’t see your teary face.

She keeps stroking your back, soft and patient.

“Sometimes I wonder,” you mumble, “if I’m just scared of change. Or if I’m making the easy choice. But then I see the girls at training, or hear Leah yelling at me from three rooms away, or I remember how Beth brings me strawberry milk when I’m sad, and I think… this isn’t the easy choice. It’s the right one.”

Kristie tilts her head and kisses the top of your hair.

You take a shaky breath. “I said yes.” A pause. “I’m staying.”

There’s no dramatic gasp. No over-the-top celebration. Kristie just holds you tighter and murmurs against your forehead, “Good. You’re home.”

You smile into her shirt.

“I mean,” she adds after a beat, “you still owe me like two months of foot rubs for the emotional toll of this whole saga, but yeah—home’s a good start.”

You groan. “Can’t believe you emotionally supported me just to invoice me.”

Kristie laughs. “Kid, this is the Mewis Package™. Love, emotional stability, and accountability. You signed up the second you crawled into my lap that day after your first press conference and cried about Sam feeding you spoiled Vegemite.”

You roll your eyes. “You still bring that up.”

“You said it tasted like regret and burnt rubber. I’ll never forget that.”

She leans down and kisses your forehead again. “We’re so proud of you, Chickie. No matter what. But I’m really glad you’re staying.”

You grin. “So… can I stay in your bed forever too?”

“Okay, no,” Kristie says, laughing. “One child at a time. The baby hasn’t even arrived yet and I already have one Chickie curled up like a feral hoodie goblin.”

You stick your tongue out and nuzzle closer. “Too late. I live here now.”

Kristie sighs. “I’m gonna have to get a bigger bed.”

And you both fall asleep like that, hoodie goblin and soccer mom, curled up safe, home, and finally, finally at peace.

The locker room was silent. Like the kind of silence that pressed in around your chest and made it hard to breathe. The kind of silence that came after goodbyes, after endings, after heartbreak.

No one said it out loud, but they all felt it. The tension was thicker than a milkshake on a summer day. It hung in the air like fog, heavy and impossible to see through. They were all waiting.

Lotte sat with her elbows on her knees, staring at the floor. Kyra had her head against the wall, arms crossed tight across her chest. Vic was half-hunched in a corner, pulling at the strings on her hoodie like they’d unravel her anxiety. Alessia scrolled aimlessly on her phone, not even looking at the screen. Even Beth wasn’t smiling.

Leah paced. She’d been pacing for ten minutes straight, muttering to herself under her breath like she was delivering a dramatic monologue in a Shakespearean tragedy. Lia had given up on getting her to sit down.

“Do you remember when she first arrived?” Alessia asked suddenly, voice soft.

A murmur of agreement went through the room.

“She walked in with the biggest hoodie I’ve ever seen,” Kyra added. “And said, ‘Is it always this cold in England, or is this a punishment?’”

They all laughed, even if it was a little watery.

“She used to get so nervous before games,” Lotte said, a smile tugging at her lips. “But then she’d go out there and nutmeg someone twice her size.”

“And that one time she tackled Leah during training and then offered her a gummy bear as an apology,” Vic said through a sniffle.

Leah paused her pacing just long enough to scowl. “She launched herself at me like a cannonball.”

“But you ate the gummy bear,” Kyra pointed out.

Everyone chuckled.

“She changed this team,” Beth murmured, voice cracking just slightly. “Made it warmer. Lighter. Louder. Better.”

A hush settled again.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do without her,” Alessia said. “It’s not just about football. It’s—” she swallowed, “—not seeing her every day. Not hearing her giggle when she sneaks biscuits into the physio room. Not having her throw herself across the locker room just to give you a hug after a bad game.”

“I miss her already,” Vic mumbled.

“She’s not even gone yet,” Leah said, almost defensively. But even her voice was trembling. “She’s just… deciding.”

The door creaked open.

Renee walked in with a grin so wide it was practically criminal. She had something tucked under her arm. A laptop. And a gleam in her eye.

“Right,” she said, “everyone pay attention.”

They all straightened, alert. Hope sparked, but no one wanted to say it out loud. Not yet. Not until they were sure.

Renee opened the laptop, turned it toward them, and pressed play.

The screen flickered. And there you were. Wearing your kit, hair pulled back, standing in the middle of the training pitch with a nervous, excited smile.

Your voice was soft but clear.

“Hi. Uh, surprise? I guess. I’ve been thinking a lot, and it hasn’t been easy. But the truth is…” You looked into the camera, eyes bright. “I’m not done here.”

The room exploded. Beth screamed. Kyra started yelling. Vic burst into tears so aggressively she dropped her water bottle. Lotte stood up and immediately sat back down like her knees gave out. Alessia looked like she was going to faint.

And Leah? Leah fell straight to the floor like a Victorian woman being struck by a scandal. Lia didn’t even try to catch her this time. She just sighed and rubbed her temples.

“Oh my GOD,” Leah gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “I thought I was going to have to start watching Barça matches.”

Beth was crying so hard she couldn’t speak, just waving her arms around like she was conducting an emotional orchestra.

And then the door opened again. And there you were. Smiling. Calm. Hoodie up, but your Arsenal crest proudly peeking out from underneath.

“Told you I was good at keeping secrets,” you said with a cheeky grin.

You didn’t even get the chance to take another step before they swarmed you. Like a pack of overexcited puppies, they tackled you in a group hug that nearly took you down. Arms wrapped around your waist, your shoulders, your legs. Someone kissed your cheek. You were pretty sure it was Beth. Vic buried her face into your side, sobbing. Alessia just held your hand like you were going to disappear again.

“Don’t do that again!” Lotte said between tears.

“You scared us!” Kyra added.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere without written permission from the group chat,” Vic sniffled.

“Yeah,” Leah added, pulling back just long enough to point a very stern finger at you. “We’re implementing another buddy system.”

You laughed. Overwhelmed, flushed, happy beyond belief.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, hugging them tighter. “This is home.”

They all squeezed you even harder. And in that cramped, chaotic locker room, full of laughter and happy sobs and glittery signs and people who loved you. It really, truly was home.

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demie90s · 18 days ago

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Hello can you do Juju x R where they’ve always been best friends since they were little. Everybody is convinced that they are dating, but they always say they’re not… until something gets caught in the background of Dom‘s live

Not Dating

Juju Watkins x fem!reader

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Summary: We’ve been best friends forever. Everyone swears we’re dating—we always say we’re not. Then Dom went live, and something caught in the background. Let’s just say… the internet had a field day.

Warnings: Friends to lovers, public outing, background kisses, playful denial, soft chaos

Word count: ~ 0.5k

It was always me and Juju.

Back to backyard hoops, hide-and-seek in her grandma’s yard, pool days, party nights, game days. Wherever she went, I wasn’t far behind. People swore we were dating by middle school—hell, even our coaches gave us the “no PDA” talk in tenth grade.

But we always laughed it off.

“Nah, that’s just my best friend.” “Ew, never.” “Y’all read too deep.”

And somehow… it always worked. Until Dom went live.

It was post-practice, late night. Everyone was lounging. Juju had just showered, hair wrapped up in a towel like a crown, skin glowing, hoodie hanging off one shoulder. I was in the kitchen grabbing snacks. Dom was on the couch, half upside-down, scrolling through filters and yelling at Vic who was already cracking herself up in the background.

Viv: “LOOK at this! Why I look like a boiled peanut?”

Dom: “Girl, that’s just your head.”

The comments were going crazy, all caps, emojis flying. I walked past the frame, said something slick about Dom’s socks not matching, and Juju—halfway into detangling her hair—just smirked and shook her head.

“You don’t even know what you talkin’ about,” she called toward me.

I leaned against the bathroom door while she sat at the counter, towel now off, curls falling down her back. We weren’t even thinking about the live. I was watching her comb her hair like I hadn’t seen her do it a hundred times. She was talking about how tired her legs were. I was talking about how that one assistant coach needed to shut up with all his sideline hollering.

Normal. Easy.

Dom in the background still narrating her own life: “Y’all, Juju over there pretending like she’s not vain. She been in the mirror for twenty minutes. Look at her.”

Viv: “She been fine, let her detangle in peace.”

Juju laughed soft, rolled her eyes, and kept brushing.

And then—without thinking—I walked in behind her. Slid my arms around her waist. Rested my chin on her shoulder. Kissed her cheek. It was cute.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. Just leaned back into me like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I whispered, “This so lightskinned.”

She said, “Shut up’.” I grinned. And that’s when Dom turned the camera.

Dom: “WAIT—WAIT—WHOA WHOA WHOA—UH UH UH—“

Vic: gasping “OH. OH SHE KISSED HER. SHE—DOM, REWIND THAT—“

Chat blew up. Caps. Emojis. “I KNEW IT!!!” “STOP PLAYINNNN” “EXCUSE ME????” “THE WAY SHE JUST—” “PAUSE.”

Dom was on the floor SCREAMING, laughing so hard she dropped her phone. Viv’s voice went high-pitched like she just saw Beyoncé walk in.

“Y’ALL BEEN DATING THIS WHOLE TIME?!”

Juju looked me dead in the eyes. I looked back. She said nothing. Just smiled that famous juju smile. I shrugged.

Dom still yelling in the background: “Y’ALL BEEN LYIN’ FOR YEARS! I NEED AN OFFICIAL STATEMENT—A PRESS CONFERENCE—A SOFT LAUNCH POST—SOMETHING.”

But we just kept doing what we always did. Juju brushed through another curl, leaned her head against mine, and said under her breath— “so damn extra”.

@xxsnowxx213 @draculara-vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @zizi-bee-yapping @kaliblazin @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey

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scribblesofagoonerr · 2 months ago

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fight or flight | chaos fc

summary: the flight back home to london isn't as simple as it should be

pairings: monkey!reader x katie mccabe | monkey!reader x alessia russo | monkey!reader x kim little | monkey!reader x arsenal wfc

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“I swear this is the quietest I’ve ever seen your kid,” Vic Pelova teased, smirking as she watched you plonk yourself onto Katie’s lap in the airport lounge. Katie absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair from your face, settling you more comfortably against her.

“Leave her alone,” Katie grinned, peering down at you affectionately, “She’s just missing her partner in crime, no doubt. And she’s not my kid—she’s Leah’s. I’m just on babysitting duty until we get home. Then she’s Leah’s problem again.”

Teyah snorted, “Taking it pretty hard not having her sidekick for the flight, isn’t she? I bet Leah’s buzzing to have her little menace back.”

“She’ll be alright once we board,” Katie said lightly, though she kept a protective hand on your back, just in case you decided to cause chaos at the last minute—something she wasn’t ruling out, even in your current sulky mood.

Katie wasn’t wrong, though. You were sulking. Missing your best friend hit harder than you expected.

Still, you were excited to see Leah, Buddy, and even Jordan—once you worked up the courage to apologise properly, anyway.

After a fun few days playing against the A-League team in Australia—and winning—the team was finally heading home. Unfortunately, with the international break coming up, your best friend and the other Aussies had to stay back for their camp. Which left you flying solo and feeling a little lost.

The others quickly noticed you weren’t your usual lively self.

“We’re boarding soon, Monkey,” Alessia called from where she was sitting across from you, her voice gentle, “You alright?”

You weren’t much in the mood to talk. Sitting between Katie and Alesia felt safest—they wouldn’t force you to chat.

“Mhm,” You mumbled, burying your face in Katie’s neck, hoodie pulled low over your head.

Your short response only deepened Alessia’s concern. She knew you well enough by now: when you went quiet, it usually meant you were sick, exhausted, or upset.

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” Alessia asked softly.

“M’ fine,” You mumbled again, curling tighter into Katie.

Katie exchanged a look with Alessia, then gently shifted your hood back to check on you, “Yer alright, little lady?” She asked, her voice warm.

“M’ just tired,” You admitted honestly. Your eyes stung with exhaustion—your own fault, staying up half the night scrolling TikTok.

Katie laughed under her breath, “That’s what yer get for pulling an all-nighter on TikTok.”

You lifted your head slightly, frowning, “How’d you know?”

“Well, maybe next time don’t send half of those videos to the group chat at 3AM,” Alessia teased, shaking her head.

“At least you can sleep on the plane, hey?” Katie added, ruffling your hair fondly.

You groaned, realising the evidence of your terrible decisions had caught up with you, “Urgh. I’m not in the mood for one of Malfoy’s lectures when we land.”

Katie choked on a laugh, “Malfoy?!”

“I’ve given my Mum a new nickname,” You mumbled, half-asleep, “Because of her god-awful haircut.”

Alessia bit back a giggle, “Oh, Monkey… she’s definitely going to hear about that.”

“Funny though, innit?” You said, biting back a yawn, “Now can you two be quiet? I wanna sleep.”

“Charming,” Katie said, patting your back, “Let’s just try and stay awake until we board, alright? I’m not getting in the habit of carrying yer everywhere.”

“No promises,” You whispered, already drifting.

You barely noticed the airport buzzing around you, your head tucked against Katie’s shoulder, trying not to nod off. Boarding was soon, but your eyelids were already drooping and your energy had zapped after a long few days.

You might have properly dozed off right there if not for a small cough nearby.

You blinked blearily, lifting your head slightly to find Kim standing awkwardly in front of you, a familiar green-and-yellow Shrek activity pack clutched in her hands.

“Hey, Monkey,” Kim said gently, offering the pack towards you, “Thought you might wanna colour a bit while we wait. Just… something to keep you busy.”

You hesitated, glancing between her and Katie, unsure whether this was some weird trick. You hadn’t exactly been on good terms with Kim lately—not after she shouted at you—but there was something genuine in her awkward smile.

Katie gave you a little nudge, keeping her voice low, “Go on, little lady. Look, it’s Shrek. That’s cool, right?”

Slowly, you reached out and took the colouring pack from Kim’s hands, your fingers brushing the plastic, “T… Thank you,” You whispered without really looking up.

Kim’s face softened as she crouched down briefly to your level, her voice remaining quiet, “I know we’ve not been…. I know I shouted at you, Monkey, and I never should’ve done that. I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”

You blinked at her, a little too tired to process properly, but the words landed somewhere warm in your chest. You gave a tiny nod.

Kim smiled and straightened back up, ruffling your hair quickly before retreating back to her original seat.

“Look, it’s Shrek!” You murmured half asleep, tugging open the plastic wrapper clumsily.

“Yeah, it is,” Katie chuckled, helping you peel it properly when you got frustrated with the sticky edge, “And look, little lady, there are even stickers in this one as well, and a mask as well,” She noted, pulling everything out and settling them on the chair between you.

You tugged out a page with a huge Shrek on it and slumped even further into Katie’s side, “I need the green,” You declared, waiting for Katie to hand you the green as your little tongue poked out in concentration as you started colouring.

“I’m sure this will help yer stay awake, eh?” Katie teased after a few minutes, handing you the correct colours without even needing to ask.

“Mhm,” You hummed, though your head had already started drooping again.

Katie leaned down to peek at your work—and found the green crayon loose in your hand, your head tipped softly against her arm.

Completely out cold.

“Looks like you’re going to have to carry her onto the plane after all,” Alessia teased, watching the scene fondly, “You’re a softie.”

Katie bit back an amused laugh and gently prised the crayons from your fingers before they had a chance to drop to the floor, “Seems that way now, don’t it?” She mumbled, tucking your hoodie higher around you and letting you curl in properly against her, “Kids’ a little menace, but I’ll do anything for my niece.”

“What are you watching there, Monkey?” Teyah peered over to glance over your shoulder and see you watching a movie on your iPad while still leaning against Katie, “Ooo, Shrek… Again. Good shout that is!”

“She’s watching Shrek again?” Vic laughed, “Honestly, that film’s the only thing that ever shuts her up.”

“Unless she’s asleep,” Kim chimed in, sitting across from you—you were still yet to properly speak to her, but you knew that you would have to do it soon enough, and she’d been kind enough to give you a Shrek activity pack, “Or she’s sick.”

Katie snorted in amusement, “Kimmy’s right there. I’m just thinking back to the beginning of last season when she still insisted on playing whilst ill, because she was too stubborn to admit being sick.”

You could hear every single word that was being said, more than aware they were on about you, but you were currently more invested in Shrek to even care about it.

“But she’s too quiet, though. It’s not normal,” Teyah chimed in, hesitantly, “Are we sure that she’s secretly not plotting something against us?”

Vic shrugged her shoulders, “I’m not sure.”

“Leave her be, Teyah,” Kim piped in, even she could tell you were peaceful, and the last thing any of them needed was you on a rampage again, “She’s fine, she’s just watching her film.”

“Yer know, she’s only like this ‘cause she doesn’t have her trusty sidekick by her side,” Katie told them, “Leave her alone, will yer?”

Vic snickered in amusement, “You have to admit that you’ve never seen her look so depressed, though, right?”

The flight to Dubai had been going okay—not perfect, not peaceful, but manageable—right up until someone dared to talk over your viewing of Shrek.

You had your headphones on, curled up in your seat with your custom-made Arsenal canon Chewie around your neck while your thumb rested in your mouth absentmindedly when you weren’t using it to angrily stab the screen to rewind Donkey’s entrance.

Life was fine.

Until someone two rows back started laughing too loudly at something not-Shrek-related, and one of the older players kicked the back of your seat.

You ripped off your headphones dramatically, eyes wide with rage, “SHUT UP, YOU DUMB FUCKIN’ IDIOTS! I’M TRYING TO WATCH SHREK!”

Everyone turned.

“Jesus Christ,” Alessia muttered, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, great,” Cloe said, deadpan, “Now look what you’ve done.”

Katie, who had just started to doze off beside you, sat bolt upright, “Oi! Language, yer little menace!”

You were on your feet instantly, ready to launch yourself over the seat like you were about to fight for Lord Farquaad’s honour.

“She touched my seat! She touched it! I’m gonna—!”

Katie caught you around the middle mid-lunge, “Absolutely not. Sit yer wee arse down.”

“No! I wanna finish Shrek in PEACE!”

Your words were slurred with tiredness, your thumb had found its way back into your mouth as you tried to wrestle away from Katie’s grip, eyes fierce but welling up with tired tears.

Your limbs were spaghetti—angry, but floppy as Katie held you like a squirming toddler.

Kim sat on the opposite side of the plane, pinched her nose and muttered to herself, “I know it was too good to be true,” She thought to herself, “Just ignore them, Monkey. Don’t rise above them!”

“Y… Yeah, I am!” You weren’t sure exactly how to respond to Kim, considering this was the first proper interaction that you had with her since the fall-out, “It’s just… It’s hard.”

“Right, that’s enough. Sit down, and no more shouting. And no more hands, alright? We have to use nice words and nice hands,” Katie told you in a firm tone of voice.

“I don’t care! They’re pickin’ on me!” You whined, attempting to make a break for it, to give them a piece of your mind.

“Monkey, sit down!” Katie wasn’t budging to let you move, and her tone made you freeze.

You didn’t like being told off. It was horrible, especially since it was Katie. You didn’t want that.

“You’re a meanie!” You shouted, and instead of sitting down, you shuffled away and plonked yourself beside Kim a few rows down with a dramatic sniff.

“Hello, wee one,” Kim hesitantly smiled at you, not too sure how to be, considering everything that had happened.

“Auntie Katie told me off,” You mumbled, glancing across and scowling at Katie, “She’s a meanie. I don’t like her anymore!”

Kim struggled to stifle her laugh, “You don’t mean that, though, do you?”

“... Yes,” You agreed, sulkingly.

“Really?” Kim questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

You huffed, slumping down further in your seat, “... Okay, maybe not, but she’s still a meanie, and told me off!”

“She only did that because you were trying to lunge at Teyah and Vic, and you can’t be doing things like that, Monkey. Can you?” Kim reprimanded you.

“They deserved it,” You mumbled, scowling at the two girls sitting opposite.

“Monkey,” Kim gave that knowing look.

“They did!” You whined.

Back on the other side of the plane, Katie had taken it upon herself to smack Teyah and Vic both upside the head.

“Ow,” Teyah winced, rubbing the sore spot, “What was that for?”

“Can’t yer pair just leave her be? She was fine until yer started windin’ her up!” Katie stated through gritted teeth, “You two are old enough to know better!”

“Monkey is the same age as Teyah, remember,” Vic added.

“What?” That caught Emily’s attention as she looked bewildered, “Are you sure? No way. The way she behaves sometimes says something different.”

“She has a point there,” Frida piped in.

“... She’s just had some challenges in life,” Katie mumbled, glancing over at you, knowing you heard what had been said, “There’s nothing wrong with her! Nothing at all!”

You had exactly heard what had been said. You proceeded to take your thumb out of your mouth, and your chewie from around your neck, and launch it across the plane.

“Hey, hey,” Kim quickly scrambled to pick up the disregarded item off the floor, “Just ignore them, Monkey. You’re perfect the way that you already are, alright?”

“Remember to use gentle hands, Monkey,” One of the younger girls took the opportunity to tease you, snickering.

“And don’t use unkind words,” Another chimed in.

“Fuck off!” You turned, glaring darkly at them, “I’m not a stupid baby!”

Alessia straightaway heard your colourful response, “Oi! Less of the language— Monkey! Where are you goin’? Come back here!”

You bolted and found yourself in the toilet of the plane, locking the door behind you. A tiny compacted space as you shrank down against the door of it, “M’ not a baby,” You murmured to yourself.

And then the turbulence started.

At first, it was just a rumble. Then the plane jolted hard, and you panicked.

Kim had just settled back into her seat with your disregarded chewie in one hand and a sinking feeling in her chest when the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re experiencing a patch of turbulence. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts. Cabin crew, take your seats.”

The plane gave another sharp jolt, the overhead bins rattling, and a collective murmur of discomfort rippled through the cabin.

Kim’s brow furrowed. She turned to glance behind her—to where you’d last been sitting.

“Where’s Monkey?” Kim asked aloud, her voice tight with concern.

Katie, already on the edge, snapped her head up, “What do yer mean where’s Monkey? She was with you—”

“She legged it when that lot started again,” Alessia chimed in, now glancing anxiously down the aisle, “Threw her chewie, swore at someone, and bolted.”

“Fuck,” Katie shot up from her seat, ignoring the seatbelt sign as she turned to start pacing the aisle, “Monkey?” She called lowly, trying not to cause panic but feeling it start to rise in her chest.

“She wouldn’t… She wouldn’t go far, right?” Kim tried to reassure herself more than anyone else, “The plane is small. There’s nowhere to go.”

“Monkey?” Katie’s voice got louder, more urgent as she checked row after row, “Come out now. This isn’t funny—”

And then she heard a blood-curdling scream, and her eyes bulged in panic.

“Logan!” Katie exclaimed, already hurrying down the narrow aisle and hammering her fist quickly on the toilet door, “Monkey? Open up. I know yer scared, and I’m here. Just open the door!”

Inside the toilet, you were curled into the tiniest ball you could manage, knees tucked to your chest and forehead pressed to the metal door as hot tears ran down your cheeks.

You couldn’t breathe properly.

You didn’t want to breathe properly.

You weren’t a baby, but you felt like one.

Your ears were ringing, and every time the plane dipped or jolted, you whimpered and clutched tighter at your sleeves.

The bathroom felt too small, too loud, too bright despite the flickering overhead light. Every jolt of the plane sent another stab of panic through your chest, like a drumbeat that you couldn’t drown out.

Your heart was racing so fast it felt like it might just stop. You’d meant to hide for a minute—just a minute. But now you couldn’t move. Couldn’t think past the storm in your head.

You could still hear them. Laughing. Whispering. Calling you names, they thought you wouldn’t hear.

“She’s too old to be like that.”

“She shouldn’t be allowed on the trip if she can’t behave.”

“It’s like travelling with a toddler.”

You pressed your hands over your ears harder.

You weren’t a baby.

But you’d chucked your chewie at the floor and run like one, hadn’t you? Bolted down the aisle, swearing and panicking.

And now your chest ached, and your thoughts were spiralling so fast you couldn’t keep up. The only way to make it stop—just a little—was to do something.

So you pinched your arms. Hard. Until the sting cut through the panic. Until little red welts formed and your breath caught again.

It wasn’t enough.

You banged your forehead against your knees. Once. Then again.

Not to hurt, not really. Just to feel. To drown out the noise with something you could control.

The plane gave another heavy drop, and you screamed without meaning to, your voice ripping through the tiny space before you slapped your hands back over your mouth.

But your arms—your arms were tingling, the skin angry and blotched where your nails had dug in.

And something else—shame—tumbled low in your belly as you realised with a jolt that you’d wet yourself without even noticing.

The seat of your joggers was damp and uncomfortable, and suddenly it was too much. Too much noise, too much

Then—knocking. Urgent. Familiar. Katie.

“Monkey? Open up. I know yer scared, and I’m here. Just open the door!” Katie’s voice cracked through the spiral, tugging at something deep and small inside you.

But you couldn’t.

You were too ashamed, too small, too broken.

“No, I’m not,” You choked out, your voice hoarse and shaking, “I don’t wanna be here—s’ too loud—s’ moving—’m not a baby—stop saying I’m a baby—!”

There was a pause, the kind that made your chest clench with guilt.

And then—

“No one thinks that, Monkey. They’re just bein’ silly. Yer not a baby, yer our girl, alright? Just open the door, lemme help yer calm down, yeah?”

“She said I acted like a baby!” You sobbed, hitting the door weakly with the flat of your hand, “Everyone laughs, they laugh all the time!”

It all came pouring out—days of tension, whispering comments, side-eyes on the bus, in restaurants, when Leah wasn’t there to shield you from the harsh words and looks. When you’d dropped your chewie or had an accident. When you needed rocking at night or couldn’t eat unless someone fed you.

“It’s not fair,” You whispered, “I try so hard. And they still laugh.”

There was shuffling on the other side. Then Katie’s voice, quiet but fierce, “Yer don’t need to try, little lady. Yer don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Not to me. Not to yer Ma’s. Not to anyone on this bloody flight, yer hear me, Monkey? Nobody.”

“Excuse me, miss, but you need to take a seat as we’re experiencing turbulence right now,” A member of the cabin crew interrupted.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Just give me a minute, my niece is stuck in the toilet,” Katie held a sense of urgency in her voice.

“Miss—”

“Just give me a damn minute! I’m not leaving her in there!” Katie raised her voice even more, standing firm.

Then there was a brief pause.

“They don’t see yer like I do. Like me, your Mum, yer Mama, and the rest of yer family do. They… They don’t know what yer have been through,” Katie’s thick voice broke the storm clouding inside of your head, “Yer one of the strongest people I know, Monkey. Yer just keep on goin’. Even when it’s scary. Even when yer wanna run away.”

You hiccuped through a sob, lips trembling.

“Listen to me,” Katie’s voice was calm and patient, “Yer not a baby. Yer brave. Braver than they’ll ever be.”

A beat passed. Then another.

And slowly, with shaking fingers, you reached up… and unlocked the door.

Relief washed over Katie’s face, “C’mere, little lady. Yer okay. Yer fine. I’m right here.”

“Auntie Katie,” You whimpered, collapsing against her chest.

Katie caught you easily, tucking your head under her chin as you clung to her like a lifeline. But even in the chaos of it—your trembling limbs, your hiccuping sobs—you still tried to twist your body slightly, turning so the worst of the damp patch was hidden behind your thighs and away from her hands.

You didn’t want her to know.

Didn’t want anyone to know.

You’d already been laughed at once. Twice. Too many times. You weren’t doing that again.

You buried your face in her hoodie, hoping that if you just stayed very still, she wouldn’t notice.

But Katie’s arms fully wrapped around you, warm, solid, and safe.

And the second her pressed gently to the small of your back—

She felt it.

The wetness.

The clingy, cold fabric against your shorts.

Katie’s breath hitched for half a second. Just long enough to register it.

“Oh, Monkey,” Katie murmured, so softly and heartbreakingly kind that it nearly undid you all over again.

She didn’t pull away.

Didn’t say anything sharp or shocked or unkind.

She just pulled you tighter and held you like you were unbreakable.

Held you like nothing about this changed a single thing.

Your bottom lip trembled as fresh shame surged up your throat, “I… I didn’t mean it,” You whispered, barely audible, “Didn’t even feel it. I was just… too scared. I didn’t want you to know.”

Katie gently rocked you, her chin resting against the top of your head, “I know yer didn’t, little lady. I know. And it’s alright. Yer don’t ever have to hide it from me.”

You let out a shuddery breath and tried to mumble something else—an apology, maybe—but Katie hushed you, “I’m proud of yer for opening the door, sweetheart. That’s all that matters right now.”

“It’ll almost be time for us to get off the plane soon,” Katie murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.

At the end of the flight, you still felt absolutely mortified. You couldn’t even bring yourself to unbuckle your seatbelt, let alone stand up.

The second the seatbelt sign pinged off and everyone else began shuffling for their bags, you curled tighter into the window seat, heart pounding with dread.

“Come on, little lady,” Katie gestured you out of your seat, “Ready to get off? Just one more flight, and then yer’ll see yer Ma soon, yeah?”

“No,” You whispered when Katie tried to coax you out of your seat gently, “I’m… I’m not moving.”

Katie didn’t argue, and she saw it in your face the moment the announcement came on. You weren’t moving, so she stayed in her seat too, resting her hand gently over yours.

“Okay, alright, we’ll wait until everyone is off,” Katie told you in a gentle tone of voice, “We don’t have to rush, it’s okay.”

You barely even nodded. You felt so embarrassed to get up, you didn’t want anybody to know what had happened.

Your thumb edged towards your mouth, but you fought against it because you didn’t want to get teased again. You absentmindedly began to pinch your skin without even realising it.

“Hey, where’s yer chewie, little lady?” Katie asked, calm and patient, “I think that’ll be better than pinching yer skin, eh?”

You didn’t utter a single response. You just kept pinching your skin until it was red and sore.

Katie exhaled a sigh, taking hold of both your hands in her own, “We don’t want yer to hurt yerself, sweetheart. How about we try and use yer chewie instead?”

“I… I don’t wanna. ‘M not a baby,” You murmured.

“I know yer not, Monkey. But it’ll be better than hurting yerself.” Katie murmured, looking around the almost-empty plane in search of your chewie, “Not long until we can get off now, eh?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your throat felt tight and dry, as if you said even a word, you’d start crying again. Your fingers twitched in Katie’s hold, wanting to keep pinching, needing something to do with the shame burning your skin.

Katie spotted the stray chewie on the vacant seat across from you and quietly reached for it, offering it to you without pushing, “Just try it for me. No one’s lookin’. No one’s laughin’. We’re the last off.”

With shaking hands, you took it and pressed the chewie to your mouth like it was a secret. Katie sat back, not saying a word while she continued to gently rub your arm.

“Alright, we’re all good to leave now,” Katie broke the silence after a few minutes.

“N… No,” You whimpered in fear.

“Monkey—” Katie began, keeping her tone warm and gentle.

“No! I don’t wanna!” You exclaimed, shaking your head in protest.

“Alright then, we’ll have to do it my way instead, then, eh?” Katie murmured, slipping her arms under you like it was the easiest thing in the world.

You whined in protest, limbs all stiff and your face burning, “N… No, Auntie Katie, stop—don’t—put me down,” You hissed, squirming even though your body was too tired to fight properly, “Put… Put me down!”

“No can do, Monkey,” Katie didn’t flinch. She just tightened her grip, holding you close like you weighed nothing at all, “I told yer that we’ll do it my way.”

You buried your face in her shoulder, fists clenched and your heart hammering. You were sure everyone could see. You were sure they knew. That somehow, even though the cabin was mostly empty and no one was even looking, they all knew what you’d done.

“N… No, I don’t wanna!” You whined, thrashing in her arms, “Put me down! Put me down!”

Katie didn’t react to your flailing—just adjusted you in her arms like she’d carried you a thousand times before, whispering gently as she walked down the aisle, “You’re alright, I’ve got you. You’re safe. Just breathe for me now, yeah?”

You could feel your legs wobbling even though they weren’t touching the floor. Every step she took felt like another crack in your already fragile shield of dignity. But Katie didn’t flinch. Didn’t rush. She just kept her arms around you, firm and steady, as if your panic didn’t scare her at all.

“I know it feels big right now,” Katie murmured, more to you than anyone else, “But I promise, this moment’ll pass. And I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You were too overwhelmed, too humiliated as your fingers gripped her shirt tightly like it was your only tether to the earth. Your Chewie dangled limply from your mouth now, half-forgotten.

Katie didn’t stop moving until she reached the nearest accessible toilet. You could feel her grip tightening with every step as she shielded you from the world.

“I… I want to go down—Put me down! Put me down!” You wailed, your arms flailing as you wildly kicked and tried to get out of her grasp, “Down! D… Down, now!”

Katie hadn’t even got the door shut behind her before you were already trying to crawl away from her, snotty and sobbing and absolutely beside yourself.

“Put me down, put me down—I told you—don’t touch me, I didn’t mean to—I didn’t mean to do it again!” Your voice broke on every word, thick with shame and panic as you twisted away from her and curled up in the corner of the tiny airport toilet cubicle, rocking against the wall like it might somehow swallow you whole.

Katie crouched nearby, hands held out in that soft, gentle way that meant she was ready, not pushing, “Monkey,” She said quietly, “I know. I know it was an accident. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

But you weren’t. You were soaked. And you’d soaked her too, again—just like the other day with the aftermath of everything else happening.

Katie gently reached into her pocket, flicking her phone open with one hand and quickly texting the one person who would know what to do.

📲 Need spare clothes from Monkey’s case ASAP. Meet by the toilets near the gate. It’s an emergency.

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alesandraelin · 11 months ago

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𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 - 𝙰𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝙵𝙲 𝚡 𝚃𝚎𝚎𝚗!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Description: reader's parents kicked her out and she is struggling. The team is always there for her.

awfc x teen!reader Kim Little x teen!reader

*Homophobic parents, self worth issues, angst with a happy ending

Kim was the first to notice. Kim is always the first to notice if something is wrong, especially when it is something to do with her protégé.

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when Y/n trudged onto the football field, her heart heavy with the weight of the previous night's events. Her parents' harsh words still echoed in her mind, each syllable a reminder of the home she no longer had. The field, usually a place of solace and escape, felt foreign and unwelcoming today. She tried to shake off the feeling, but it clung to her like a second skin.

As the team gathered for their morning warm-up, Y/n forced a smile, hoping it would mask the turmoil inside. Her teammates chatted animatedly, their laughter ringing out in the crisp morning air. Y/n moved through her stretches mechanically, her mind elsewhere. She was grateful for the routine, something familiar to hold onto amidst the chaos.

Jonas blew the whistle, signaling the start of a new drill. This one involved quick footwork and passing accuracy, requiring each player to move swiftly between cones while maintaining control of the ball. Y/n took her position, determined to push through the haze of her thoughts. She moved with the group, her feet dancing around the cones, but her usual grace was missing. The ball slipped away from her, rolling out of bounds.

"Come on, Y/n! Keep your head in the game!" Jonas called out, his voice carrying across the field.

Y/n nodded, forcing herself to concentrate. She retrieved the ball, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. As she resumed the drill, she caught sight of Viv and Beth, her teammates and a couple, working together seamlessly. Their movements were in sync, a testament to their understanding of each other both on and off the field. Y/n felt a pang of envy mixed with admiration. The ease with which they expressed their love was something she had always longed for, yet it was the very thing that had driven a wedge between her and her family.

Nearby, Katie and Caitlin, another couple on the team, were laughing as they practiced passing the ball back and forth. Their joy was infectious, and Y/n couldn't help but smile despite herself. Yet, the sight also served as a stark reminder of her own situation. While her teammates were embraced for who they were, she had been shunned by her own family for loving women. The injustice of it all gnawed at her, threatening to overwhelm her composure.

Jonas called for a water break, and Y/n gratefully took the opportunity to catch her breath. She sat on the grass, sipping from her water bottle, trying to steady her racing heart. Kyra and Vic had both attempted to talk to the girl only to be met with annoyed mumbles and blank stares. Teyah got the same treatment when she tried.

Kim watched on with a frown on her face, Jen coming to check on what she was so worried about.

"Just look at her, it like every bit of light has been sucked out of her. I can't bear it." Kim sighed as she watched you zone out, kicking at the ground aimlessly.

"You know her better than anyone Kimmy, go talk to her after practice." Jen encourages before they are all called back onto the pitch.

Training didn't get any better for the remainder of the day. Poor passes, sloppy in possession and way off target when shooting. It just wasn't good enough and Y/n knew that. The words of her parents from the previous night going through her head with every failed attempt on goal, every time she lost possession by making a silly mistake.

All the girls saw it, they noticed how sloppy her play had become. A stark contrast to her normal 110% effort every time she trained. It worried them all. They all made an effort to try and boost her up with pats on the back and words of encouragement but they were met with silence and no improvement.

Training ended as the afternoon air came in. The girl made their way off the pitch and back into the locker room. Y/n lingered back as she watched them all converse. Beth & Viv walked hand in hand into the locker room in front of y/n. This made her chest pang, it was jealousy, it was longing, it was sadness.

All the girls chatted as they got changed and packed up their stuff whilst y/n sat in her cubby trying her best not to cry. She was approached by Leah who knelt down to her height in her cubby.

"You alright chick?" The blonde asked, her brows furrowed in worry.

Y/n looked up at Leah, putting a small smile on. "I'm alright, I slept really rough last night thats all, I'm sorry for not being at by best today Lee."

"Don't apologise y/n, we all have off days. Try and get some sleep so we can get our happy girl back yeah?" Leah patted the girls shoulder as she stood up to go home.

With Leah gone, y/n looked around the locker room spotting no one there, she let her guard down and broke. Tears streamed down her face as she replayed the harsh words of the night before. Her parents' anger and disappointment had cut deep, leaving her feeling raw and exposed. She hugged her knees to her chest, seeking comfort in the small, enclosed space she had created for herself.

What y/n didn't know was Kim hung around to talk to Jonas about something and had just reentered the change rooms as y/n was crying. Kim quickly made her way over to the small girl, wrapping her arms around her, pulling her close.

"Y/n?" Kim's voice was gentle, filled with concern. "What's going on sweetheart?"

Y/n quickly sat up, wiping the tears away from her eyes. "I'm fine, just tired." She tried so reason as her voice cracked and tears continued to well in her eyes.

Kim shook her head, squeezing her a little tighter. "You don't have to pretend with me. I can tell something's wrong. Do you want to talk about it?"

Y/n hesitated, the words lodged in her throat. But the kindness in Kim's eyes coaxed them out. "My parents... they kicked me out last night. I finally worked up the courage to come out. They don't love me anymore Kim." The last sentence broke her as she cried again.

Kim's heart ached at the vulnerability in Y/n's voice. She reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Y/n's back. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. That must be incredibly painful."

Y/n nodded, her tears flowing freely now. "I just don't understand why they can't accept me. Seeing everyone else so happy and accepted... it just makes it hurt more."

Kim nodded, understanding the depth of Y/n's pain. "You deserve to be loved and accepted for who you are. And you are, Y/n. By all of us."

Y/n looked up, her eyes searching Kim's face for reassurance. "But where do I go now? I don't have anywhere else, I'm 17 I just want my parents."

Kim's expression softened further, her resolve clear. "You can stay with me, as long as you need. You're not alone. The team loves you and I love you. You are so incredibly brave and strong."

The offer hung in the air, a lifeline extended in Y/n's darkest moment. Gratitude surged through her, mingling with the sadness. "Thank you, Kim. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Kim smiled, her own eyes misty with emotion. "We're a team, Y/n. We look out for each other. Arsenal is a family. You're part of our family."

Y/n leaned into Kim's side, drawing comfort from the warmth and solidarity. The locker room, once a place of routine, had become a sanctuary—a space where she could be herself without fear of judgment.

"You're so strong, Y/n," Kim continued, her voice steady. "And we'll get through this together. You've got a whole team behind you, ready to support you every step of the way."

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leahsgf · 1 year ago

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MAMMY'S GIRL - mcfoord

mcfoord x child!reader | a snippet of a chaotic travel day

“don’t run too fast now kid, stay with me.” your auntie teyah huffed, gripping onto the reins attached to your beloved ‘special’ backpack for dear life as you charged your way through the airport, with an alarming amount of strength for a just turned three year old - giggling as she visibly struggled to keep up with you.

bringing their toddler on an over twenty hour flight to the other side of the world for one football game was potentially the last thing on earth that your mothers had wanted to do.

however, with both of them being named in the squad for the friendly in australia, and your auntie ella barely being trusted to look after coopurr on her own - here they were.

katie cackled as teyah accepted defeat against you after tripping over her feet one too many times, shaking her head and letting you be scooped up by no other than kyra, who repeatedly threw you in the air and proceeded to chase poor steph most of the way to the gate with you in tow, making you squeal with laughter, and caitlin wince ever so slightly - knowing that after katie flew back to ireland for international break she’d be stuck with this alone.

getting to the plane with everyone in one piece alone felt like a win in their eyes, even as you clambered all over vic and pulled at teyah’s compression leggings (copying exactly what kyra had told you to do) and then dropped alessia’s phone down the side of her seat beyond reach within the first five minutes.

steph had pretty much been following your every move for her little vlog that she was doing, knowing that the fans always loved seeing bits of you and the chaos that ensured, and also - that nobody not present would believe the stories of everything you got up to without video proof.

you toddled behind her as she made her way down the aisle, stopping as you reached your parents.

“c’mere then, my little monster. it’s sleep time for you”

you allowed katie to scoop you up into her arms with no fuss whatsoever, instantly being calmed as she held you to her chest.

and with your dummy being passed over by caitlin, and a featherlight stroke of your cheek - you were out like a light in seconds, bundled in your mother’s arms, and looking so peaceful that it was almost hard to believe how much carnage you'd been causing for the last few hours.

“how do you do it? she was just charging around like she’d never settle - you’re a miracle worker!” steph exclaimed, looking into the camera in complete disbelief at what she’d just witnessed.

“nah, she’s just a mammy’s girl through and through!” katie chuckled, smoothing the back of your mini arsenal jersey as you sprawled out on top of her, praying that the rest of the flight goes this smoothly.

this is what i like to call a random little blurb because i had no inspiration to finish it

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f1daydreamers · 1 year ago

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𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐬 [𝐌𝐕𝟏]

gif credits: @overtake

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Seeing your boyfriend play with his nephews stirs emotions inside of you. While it may be the first time you and Max have acknowledged it, it may also be the last.

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, like one mention of alcohol, mentions of an unknown future, parenthood, lmk if I've missed anything!

Word Count: 1.0k words (3 mins reading time avg)

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The sun dipped below the Monaco skyline, its rays streaming through the expansive windows of the apartment you shared with Max.

In celebration of his successful '23 season, you both agreed that throwing a rather modest dinner would be the perfect way to bring everyone together after a demanding year.

You'd dumped the last of the dirty plates into the sink, thanking Vic as she was already some steps ahead of you, cloth and disinfectant spray in hand as she wiped down the table.

Casting a quick glance around, you confirmed the absence of any stray cutlery, leaving only everyone's respective cups.

However, both your mind and your movements abruptly hit pause, as if your heart had taken the reins, softening at the sight of your boyfriend playing with his nephews, attentively listening to every word they were saying, whether it was meaningful or mere babble.

You smiled as Luka got up and wrapped his small arms around Max's neck, his hand rubbing up and down his little back.

Your eyes even threatened to well up a bit at the wholesome scene. As you brought your fingers up to your face, Max's gaze lifted to meet yours.

You fake-coughed, pretending to shield your mouth, averting your eyes and busying yourself, desperately trying to regain your previously lost train of thoughts.

Max couldn't help softly smiling to himself, but his moment of retrospect was interrupted by a few taps on his cheek from his nephew, who was determined to recapture his uncle's attention.

…

As the evening progressed on, you constantly found your mind plagued with thoughts that unravelled a potential future with him, one that included the laughter and chaos of children.

Yet, a persistent counterargument resounded in your thoughts, reminding you that neither would be ready, both still traversing the barely begun stages of real adulthood.

The internal conflict tugged at your emotions, creating a fine line between the yearning for a future adorned with parenthood and the sober acknowledgment of the unadorned present. As the dinner gradually transitioned into an intimate gathering with hushed conversations among the group that remained, you politely excused yourself.

Max's arm, once comfortably wrapped around your body, now gracefully descended onto the sofa behind you. With your hand placed flat on his thigh, you leveraged yourself up, slipping out of his gentle grasp.

He let maybe five, ten minutes pass by, granting you some alone time should you have needed it.

But eventually, he placed his beer bottle on to the corner table, crossing the lounge before pushing open and then shutting one of the doors to the apartment balcony.

Lost in thought, your mind had barely registered the sound, your body jolting when his hand pressed into the slight dip of your waist.

You sighed when you recognised the touch a few seconds later, turning your head to meet Max's rather sympathetic eyes.

"Sorry," he quietly apologised. You shook your head, dismissing the need for one. Turning to face him, you wrapped both your arms around his torso, gently resting your head against his chest - a hug he warmly welcomed.

"Want to tell me what's going on in that big brain of yours?" He asked, and you could practically sense the smile creeping onto his lips. He had an uncanny knack for knowing when you needed to unload your thoughts, and his intuition was always eerily accurate. You sighed, feeling his grip on you loosen as you pulled away. Leaning against the railing behind you, Max took one step closer, then another. Pursing your lips, you realised how pathetic this may possibly sound when vocalised. "Just watching you with your sister's kids. It got me thinking, I guess."

Your boyfriend already had a strong inkling as to where this was heading, but he patiently granted you the time and space to elaborate.

He arched an eyebrow. "Thinking about what?"

You lightly shrugged, pressing your bottom lip up to your top. You hesitated for a moment before the next words left your mouth.

"You know, family and stuff. Kids."

Max studied your face for a moment. "Kids, huh?" He said with a knowing smile.

You avoided eye contact, answering with a simple, "I don't know."

He chuckled softly. "Is 'I don't know' code for 'I do know but I'm scared to share my answer' because you think I don't know mine?"

Caught off guard, you silently cursed that eerie sixth sense of his, tensing as you looked up into his eyes. They were light, despite the depth of the topic.

You frowned. "Well, do you.. want children, I mean?"

There was a warmth in his gaze, one that offered you comfort. He looked over your face, his shoulders slumped as if the walls of undiscussed territory had crumbled without much of a fight.

"With you, yeah."

Your frown deepened, but this time, a different emotion flickered in your eyes.

His admission was unexpected, and a pleasant shock washed over you. The corners of your lips twitched as surprise softened into a tender smile. For a moment, your gaze lingered on his face, searching for any sign of jest or hesitation, but you didn't find any.

"If you're ready, then so am I." He added.

And just like that, the hours you spent wrestling with your own thoughts now dissipated into the evening breeze. You held back the surge of emotions within you, searching for the right words.

"Really?" you managed, but not without a quiet sob escaping at the end.

Max chuckled, rolling his eyes as he pulled you into him, embracing you for the second time tonight.

"So fragile," he teased, and you smiled despite the tears streaming down your face.

"Shut up," you retorted, your voice a mixture of laughter and tears.

There was a moment's quiet before your boyfriend spoke. "On second thought, why do I need a baby when I've got one right here?"

It was your turn to roll your eyes now, your voice muffled as you tried to argue.

"Babies cry a lot more."

"Hmm, between you and a newborn? I'd say it's pretty even."

You lightly slapped Max's stomach with your hand; his laughter eventually melting into a warm smile, and he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

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onegayastronaut · 2 months ago

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Breathing Easy

Requested by anon: Marina x Reader where R is a close friend to Maya and Carina, also the newest and youngest member of 19. One day while at work, Maya can’t reach her, so she asks Carina to go and check on her. Carina finds her laying in bed, so she does a quick exam. Turns out R has pneumonia. Carina stays to monitor her and Maya joins them later.

Words: 1682

The firehouse was buzzing with its usual energy. Calls coming in, drills being run, and firefighters joking around in between the chaos. You had been part of Station 19 for a few months now, the youngest member on the team, but you were quickly becoming family to them.

Your friendship with Maya and Carina had developed naturally. Maya had taken you under her wing at the station, pushing you to be better, while Carina had her own way of looking out for you—always checking in on your health and well-being whenever she stopped by.

But today was different. You hadn’t shown up for your shift, and you hadn’t called either. Maya had tried reaching you multiple times, only to be met with radio silence. That wasn’t like you.

You weren’t used to being taken care of. Even as a kid, you had always been the type to insist, “I’m fine,” even when you clearly weren’t. So when you woke up to your entire body aching, your throat burning, and a deep, hacking cough rattling your chest, your first instinct was to brush it off.

You could handle a cold. Except, as the day went on, it became apparent that this was much more than a cold. Walking the short distance from your bed to the bathroom left you breathless, your body was drenched in sweat one moment and shivering the next, and the cough—it was relentless. But you weren’t about to call anyone for help.

Too bad Maya didn’t care about what you wanted. The first time she called, you answered just to reassure her you were alive. That clearly wasn’t enough because, an hour later, your phone buzzed again. You ignored it, hoping she’d let it go.

“Still nothing?” Andy asked as she pulled on her turnout gear.

Maya shook her head, worry flickering in her blue eyes. “No, and I don’t like it.”

“Maybe she just overslept?” Vic suggested, but even she didn’t sound convinced.

Maya sighed, already grabbing her phone again. “Carina’s off today. I’ll ask her to check on her.”

“Maybe you should go too,” Andy suggested. “You know you won’t be able to concentrate until you know she’s okay.”

Within moments, both Carina and Maya were on their way to your apartment. Carina knocked at your door, calling your name. When there was no answer, she tried again, louder this time. Still nothing. That unease creeping up her spine turned into full-fledged concern as she tried the doorknob—unlocked.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, frowning at the quiet stillness. “Tesoro?” she called, stepping further in. Her eyes swept the small apartment, finally landing on the bundled figure lying on the bed. You were curled up under a heap of blankets, your breathing shallow and labored.

Carina’s medical instincts kicked in immediately. Rushing over, she placed the back of her hand against your forehead—burning hot. “Dio mio,” she muttered, peeling back the blanket. “Sweetheart, wake up.”

You stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open just enough to recognize her. “Carina? Maya?”

“Shh, I’m here,” she soothed, already reaching for her bag to grab her stethoscope. “Maya sent me to check on you.”

You weren’t sure if you were delirious from fever or just seeing things, but she looked even more radiant than usual. You knew she was a doctor, but you were convinced she was an actual angel.

“Ciao, tesoro,” Carina murmured, immediately pressing a cool hand to your forehead. “You’re far too warm.”

“You’re far too pretty,” you mumbled, making Maya snort.

Carina chuckled, brushing hair away from your damp forehead. “Grazie, but let’s focus on you, sì?”

“You look like crap,” Maya said in place of a greeting.

“Wow. Thanks,” you rasped.

Maya’s eyes narrowed. “How long have you been sick?”

You shrugged. “Couple days.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“It’s just a cold.”

Maya let out a humorless laugh. “That is not just a cold. You sound like you swallowed a chainsaw.” She placed the back of her hand against your forehead, and her frown deepened. “You’re burning up. That’s it. We’re going to the hospital.”

You wanted to protest, tell her you were fine, but your body betrayed you. A harsh cough racked through you, and Carina’s frown deepened as she listened to your lungs.

“Pneumonia,” she diagnosed, pulling back. “Severe. Tesoro, you should be in a hospital.”

You weakly shook your head. “No hospitals.”

Carina sighed. She knew better than to argue when you were this exhausted. Instead, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick message to the hospital saying she would be busy for the next few days.

Carina didn’t leave your side after that. She helped you sit up, supporting your weight as she coaxed you into drinking some water. The fever had clearly drained your energy, and it took every ounce of strength just to take a few sips.

“I know you’re exhausted, but you need fluids, tesoro,” she murmured, brushing a cool cloth against your sweaty forehead.

Your head lolled slightly against her shoulder, and Carina wrapped an arm around you, steadying you as she continued to care for you. With practiced efficiency, she checked your temperature, feeling relieved when it hadn’t spiked further but still concerned about how weak you looked.

“Okay, let’s try some medicine, si?” she coaxed, reaching for the bottle of antibiotics she always carried in her medical bag.

You gave a small nod, too tired to argue. She measured the dose and gently pressed the spoon to your lips. You swallowed obediently, eyes barely staying open.

Carina sighed, shifting so that she could adjust the pillows behind you. “You are so stubborn, you know that?” she murmured with a small, affectionate smile.

You let out a weak chuckle that quickly turned into a cough. Carina winced at the sound, rubbing slow circles on your back.

“I know you hate feeling like this, but you’re going to be okay,” she reassured you softly. “I’m here. Maya will be back here soon too.”

You blinked up at her, exhaustion evident in your glassy eyes. “Thank you,” you rasped.

Carina smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart.”

For the next few hours, she barely left your side. She helped you sip more water, coaxed you into eating a few bites of soup, and kept an eye on your temperature. When the fever spiked again, she was ready with a cool compress and more medication, whispering reassurances as she comforted you.

When Maya finally came back, she found Carina curled up beside you on the bed, gently stroking your hair as you dozed. The tension in Maya’s shoulders eased slightly at the sight.

“She okay?” Maya asked quietly.

Carina looked up, eyes tired but warm. “She will be. But she needs rest, and we need to keep monitoring her.”

Maya nodded, stepping forward to press a kiss to your temple before settling into a chair beside the bed. “We’re staying.”

Carina smiled softly. “Of course we are.”

For the next twenty-four hours, Carina and Maya took turns taking care of you. Carina was meticulous, keeping track of your temperature and breathing, while Maya made sure you were as comfortable as possible, bringing extra blankets and even playing soft music to soothe you.

When your fever finally broke, and you woke up feeling just a little stronger, you found Maya dozing off in the chair beside your bed and Carina holding your hand, smiling softly.

“You scared us,” Maya murmured sleepily, cracking an eye open.

You offered a small, tired smile. “Sorry.”

Carina squeezed your hand gently. “Just promise us next time, you’ll call.”

You nodded. “Promise.”

Maya exhaled in relief, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “Good. Because you’re family, Y/N.”

The following days were a slow but steady climb back to strength. Carina insisted on monitoring you closely, never letting you push yourself too hard, while Maya did everything in her power to make sure you were comfortable.

One morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh-baked bread and the sound of soft humming from the kitchen. Carina was preparing breakfast, her movements fluid and precise, the warmth of her care woven into every little thing she did. Maya, meanwhile, was setting up a cozy spot for you on the couch, layering it with extra pillows and the softest blanket she could find.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Maya greeted when she saw you trying to sit up. She was at your side in an instant, supporting you as you adjusted your position. “How are you feeling?”

“Stronger,” you admitted, though your limbs still felt heavy.

Carina walked over with a plate of lightly buttered toast and a small bowl of fresh fruit. “Eat a little, tesoro,” she coaxed gently. “Your body needs nourishment.”

You obeyed, feeling a sense of comfort as they both settled beside you, engaging in light conversation. The easy rhythm of their presence was a balm to your weary soul.

As the days passed, you found yourself regaining more energy. Maya took you on short walks around the apartment, making sure not to let you overdo it. Carina still monitored you closely but began allowing you more independence as she saw you improving.

One afternoon, as you lounged on the couch, Maya plopped down beside you, nudging your shoulder playfully. “You know, I think I deserve a medal for best nurse.”

Carina, sitting on your other side, raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? Who kept track of medication schedules and temperature readings? I believe I deserve that medal.”

You chuckled, the sound light and full of affection. “You both win. Best caretakers, hands down.”

Maya grinned triumphantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Carina simply smiled, reaching for your hand. “As long as you’re getting better, that’s all that matters.”

It was in these moments, wrapped in their love and care, that you truly realized how lucky you were. No matter what, you had them. And that made all the difference in the world.

#carina deluca #carina deluca x reader #carina deluca imagine #maya bishop #maya bishop x reader #maya bishop imagine #maya x carina #maya bishop x carina deluca #station 19 #station 19 x reader #station 19 imagine

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mapiforpresident · 1 year ago

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Can you please do #16 Team bus shenanigans with Lia Wälti. Maybe Lia and reader being team moms trying to stop the shenanigans.

Team Bus Antics

Lia Wälti x reader

warnings: none

As the Arsenal Women's team bus rumbled down the highway toward Manchester, laughter and chatter filled the air, echoing off the walls of the coach.

Y/n, one of the team's goalkeepers, and Lia Wälti, were the epitome of an old married couple, having been together for three years already. Their relationship was a beacon of stability amidst the chaos of professional football, and their teammates often teased them for their uncanny ability to act as the team moms.

Seated side by side near the front of the bus, y/n and Lia exchanged knowing glances as they surveyed the scene before them. Leah and Alessia were engrossed in a spirited game of cards, while Vic and Beth engaged in a lively, and sometimes heated debate about which current reality TV show was the best. Viv and Lotte were both quietly reading and trying to ignore everybody.

However, it was the current quartet of troublemakers—Kyra, Vic, Katie, and Caitlin—who threatened to disrupt the calm ambiance with their mischievous antics. Y/n and Lia exchanged a knowing look, silently agreeing to keep a watchful eye on the group.

As the journey progressed, y/n and Lia made their rounds, making sure everybody had their snacks and were getting along. They knew the importance of maintaining a positive atmosphere, especially ahead of such a crucial game.

But despite their best efforts, chaos inevitably ensued. Kyra, with her infectious energy decided now was the perfect time to instigate a game of truth or dare that quickly spiraled out of control. Vic, Katie, and Caitlin eagerly joined in, their laughter mingling with the hum of the bus.

Y/n and Lia exchanged exasperated glances after their cuddling session, with a few stolen kisses was interrupted by loud shouts of Katie claiming Kyra cheated on one of her dares which was to kiss the hottest teammate on the bus (she kissed herself on the arm). With a shared nod, y/n and Lia sprang into action, their teamwork seamless as they worked to restore order.

"Alright, alright, enough silliness," Lia announced, her voice firm but laced with affection as she addressed the rowdy group. Lia decided that Kyra would go sit up front by her.

Y/n stepped forward, deciding to kick Caitlin to a different seat claiming that if she couldn't sit next to Lia, Katie wouldn't get to sit next to Caitlin.

On the bus ride back most of their teammates were sleeping, so y/n and Lia finally got some quiet moments together. Lia settled her head on y/n's shoulder as y/n kissed the top of her head and rubbed the back of her hand gently. Lia and y/n loved how chaotic their team was most of the time, but sometimes these quiet moments were just as inviting.

#lia wälti x reader #lia walti #arsenal #arsenal fc #arsenal women #woso #leah williamson #katie mccabe #kyra cooney cross #caitlin foord #vic pelova

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summ3rg4l · 9 months ago

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Guys. Be honest…does my pfp scare you guys away 🥹

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starbluekindo · 9 months ago

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Vampire Vic x Werewolf reader

Fun plot point is that its like forbidden lovers (you know vampires and werewolves hate eachother bla bla bla) and so the reader and Vic try to keep that shit hidden from the public because they both have high standing within their supernatural community

so i was really excited writing this, but i was also a little unsure about what to do and how to do it since i've never written anything like this (and it wasn't as easy as i thought it would be), BUT if you - and the other readers- like this i can try to turn it into a small series.

warnings: au, a little angst i guess, mentions of blood, mentions of the boys (butcher more specifically), dead humans, a little homophobic and sexist if you squint, reader just wanting to love victoria in peace - i don't think i forgot anything.

the night was restless. the full moon shone high in the sky, its lights bathing the dense forest that separated the werewolf and vampire territories. you patrolled the borders with your pack, but a dark foreboding grew in your chest.

something wasn't right.

the silence was too dense, suffocating. the night seemed to announce that something bad was coming - and bloody hell, you always feared the worst. suddenly, the silence was broken by a high-pitched scream, unmistakably human.

and then, the smell of blood hit you like a punch.

“vampire” you heard one of your companions spit in disgust and then a large giant wolf ran past you quickly, not bothering to ask your permission or wait for the rest of the group.

“fuck! follow him!” that would be a bloodshed. you knew the temperament of your group, especially butcher's - he never respected your authority.

when you came to clarity, the scenario unfolding before your eyes was a nightmare. one of the vampires, practically a child, had crossed the border to hunt, something unthinkable. three human bodies lay on the ground, brutally torn apart, blood still running through the dry leaves. butcher had his claws stuck in the vampire's neck, trying to rip his head off.

“release him, butcher” you ordered when you saw what he was trying to do, that would only make the situation even worse and put your pack in a war with the vampires. "now".

"he crossed the damn border and killed under our noses!" he roared, his eyes blazing with anger. “this is an insult, a declaration of war!”

“war will start if you don't release this vampire now” your voice was firm, the situation wasn't the best but you knew that acting on impulse would only make everything worse.

your hands shook. this couldn't be happening. you knew that if this was exposed, the fragile peace between vampires and werewolves would shatter. and worse, it would put victoria—and the relationship you shared—at risk. your eyes fixed on the vampire, the invader, as the chaos in your mind screamed for control. how did this happen?

“summon the council and don’t let this get out of here, that’s an order.”

the pack meeting was called hastily, with only the closest and most trusted members — the upper echelon, the wolves with experience and power to influence the direction of leadership. the small group was gathered in a circle, under the shelter of tall trees that blocked the light of the full moon, with the smell of damp earth in the air. the atmosphere was tense, heavy with the expectation of action.

you were in the center of the circle, feeling the heavy gazes on you. everyone was waiting for a decision. the massacre on the border had deeply shaken the trust among the wolves, and now, everyone wanted justice.

butcher, as always, was the first to break the silence.

"there's nothing to discuss here," he began, his voice firm and full of hate. "that bastard crossed the border and killed humans. we already know what has to be done." he crossed his arms, his muscles bulging with pent-up fury, and his eyes glittered with mischief. "we want his head."

a murmur of agreement passed through the others present. one of the older wolves, known for his coldness and prudence, took the floor soon after.

"butcher is right. we can't ignore this. if we don't take action now, we will look weak. this isn't just an offense — it's a breach of the treaty. it's a direct affront."

you felt the weight of those words. i knew the situation was delicate, that tensions between vampires and werewolves were always a powder keg ready to explode. but at the same time, you knew that giving in to demands for revenge would only bring more blood and a conflict that could be devastating for both sides.

“i understand what you’re saying,” you began, keeping your voice controlled even as the pressure grew by the second. "but taking his head won't solve the problem. it'll just burn everything down."

butcher took a step forward, his eyes fixed on yours, as if he was waiting for that answer. "burn everything down?" he growled. "do you think this place isn't already on fire? they've already crossed the line. they've already killed innocent people. and you want to let it go? we need to act with strength, show that we are not weak!”

you took a deep breath, feeling the heat of butcher's fury radiate. "i know you're angry. i am too. but we need to be strategic. if we kill this vampire now, we will be declaring war. are you prepared for that? a war that could end us all?"

butcher laughed, a short, bitter sound. "and since when have we been afraid of a good war? let them come. let's cut each of them down and see if they're still as brave without their fucking fangs." his eyes glittered with the desire for violence, and you knew he was ready to dive head first into any conflict that came his way. “or are you afraid of hurting someone in particular?”

butcher's insinuations did not go unnoticed. some of those present exchanged quick glances with each other, and you felt your stomach sink. he was playing dirty, planting seeds of doubt about your loyalty.

“this has nothing to do with fear,” you snapped, voice firmer. “this is about survival. if we act without thinking, we will all pay the bill.”

another member, a woman with sharp eyes and known for her wit, intervened. "so what's the plan? are we just going to let this go? how are we going to explain to the humans what happened? and more importantly, how are we going to keep the pack under control? they're demanding an answer. if you don't do anything, you're going to lose the support from many.”

she was right, and you knew it. the pack was restless, on the verge of revolt. they needed action, justice. but the justice they sought was immediate and brutal, something that would only worsen the situation. you needed a solution, and fast.

“i’m not saying there won’t be consequences,” you replied, aware of the eyes fixed on you. "but let's do this the right way. i'll talk to victoria. she has control over her territory, and we'll make sure this vampire is punished — their way. if he crossed the line, they'll take care of it. but let's not we will be the ones to ignite this war."

butcher let out a short, sarcastic laugh. "do you really think you can trust them? that they'll take care of this? don't fool yourself. she'll protect him. this vampire will come out unscathed, and we'll look foolish— weak."

“that’s not going to happen,” you said, more to yourself than him. “if there is no justice, then we will reconsider. but until then, we need to remain calm.”

you needed to see her

hours later, you met victoria in the secret hideaway where you always meet, away from any prying eyes. but today, the environment carried a suffocating weight. victoria was already waiting, dressed in her usual elegant attire, the usual coldness in her eyes. but you knew something was out of place. she looked paler than usual, her lips tight.

“this is going to spread, and fast,” you begin, voice hard and controlled, but anger bubbling beneath the surface. "one of yours invaded our territory, victoria. he broke the treaty and killed humans. if this isn't resolved immediately, there will be no going back."

victoria stares at you, but doesn't back down. she crosses her arms, maintaining a rigid posture, while her mind works overtime. “i did not authorize this attack.” she said calmly, so calmly that it bothered you.

“but it happened” you replied through gritted teeth, taking a step closer to the brunette “and innocent people were hurt… do you realize the seriousness of the situation?”

“no one needs to know what really happened”

"this isn't simple, vicky!" the anger finally escapes your voice, the words sharp as knives. "you think you can just hide the shit that happens in your territory and everything will work itself out? if my pack finds out that i let this go without fighting back… it will be the end of me. the end of us.”

you see the pain flash in her eyes, but only for an instant. victoria approaches you, her cold fingers gently touching your hand in an attempt to calm the growing storm inside you. "i promise you," she says, her voice softer, almost pleading. "i'll make sure this never happens again. but you need to trust me, like you always have."

your hands shake, not just from anger, but from a deep sadness that nestled in his chest. the weight of what you are — vampire and werewolf, enemy races — felt unbearable now. the fear of losing victoria, the only person who truly understood you, was suffocating.

"if this goes wrong..." you whisper, voice almost breaking, "there are no more secrets. everyone will know what we are. who we are."

victoria stops, her eyes fixed on yours. “then i’ll make it work. i won’t lose you.”

the tension between you remained, an invisible wall, built by years of hatred between your races, but now reinforced by the fear of losing each other. silence hovered, thick as the dark clouds that gathered in the sky. the weight of victoria's words echoed in your mind, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was lurking, something that even she couldn't control.

“it’s not just my pack we have to worry about,” you said, turning your face to the sky, smelling the approaching rain. "other packs are already watching. if they see the slightest sign of weakness, they will attack. and if that happens..." you hesitated, swallowing the lump in your throat. "i'll have to choose."

victoria remained silent, her face impassive, but you knew she understood the gravity of what was being said. the choice between her and your family, between love and duty to your people, was a decision victoria never wanted you to face. but now, it seemed inevitable.

“hey, look at me” her hands cupped your face, making you look at her again “i’ll fix the situation… just trust me, please darling”

you wanted, you really wanted to believe that it would be resolved, but even if your promise was kept, you knew that the trust between the races would be broken. however, you didn't say anything, just tilted your head and let the brunette's lips meet yours in a passionate kiss full of care and longing.

back on their home turf, things are also tense. the pack leaders questioned your decision not to retaliate immediately. suspicious gazes follow you every step. you feel the weight of the silent betrayal, the secret you carry in your heart.

that night, alone under the starry sky, you look at the full moon. the silver glow brings comfort, but today, it seemed like just another reminder of the gulf that separated you and victoria.

the feeling that your relationship was hanging by a thread is almost suffocating. how long until someone finds out? how long until this falls apart?

you were a good leader, at least you considered yourself one, but at that moment you didn't want to have that weight on your shoulders. you wanted to have victoria, you wanted to love her and be loved in return.

honestly, your desires seemed more distant and impossible every day.

#victoria neuman #victoria neuman x reader #answered asks #supernatural au #the boys #yeah i was a little inspired by twilight

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enwoso · 3 months ago

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Would do a quick oneshot of the arsenal girls hearing tiny call Leah 'Mama'

belonged | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

grumpy masterlist

training had wrapped up early, the girls having a game to play tomorrow as the rest of the girls were scattered across the pitch. alessia was sat on the grass, you perched in her lap. letting you play with the hem of her training top as the rest of the squad chatted around them.

giving you a chance to get out any bundled energy you'd built up from just watching in the sidelines, it also making for an easier afternoon for alessia — you being less energetic.

leah was kneeling a few feet away, tying her laces as she half listening to beth and katie debate about which coffee shop had the best coffee this week. it was the usual post training routine, relaxed and familiar well until you unknowingly dropped jaw dropper of a line.

"mama, can you help me?" you asked holding you water bottle up to leah with your big blue expectant eyes, leah looking down with a smile as she nodded taking the bottle from you.

a brief silence followed.

leah totally unfazed by your words, it being the normal now, took the bottle and twisted the lid off with ease, "there you go angel."

but the rest of the team? they were staring. hard.

beth's jaw was practically on the floor, katie had stopped mid sip of her own bottle as her eyes flickered between you and leah like she had just witnessed the biggest plot twist of a movie in real time. kyra actually looking on offended that she hadn't been told this information sooner.

"hold on," vic was the first to speak, waving a hand dramatically towards leah as alessia stood not too far behind, "did she just—did she just call you mama?"

leah finally noticing the attention, feeling there long stares on her, looked up with a frown not really understanding the point of their shock, "uh.. yeah?"

alessia groaned quietly, already anticipating the incoming chaos along with the questions, the team knew about alessia and leah (thanks to you) but this never seemed to be a topic of conversation. "oh here we go."

"since when?" katie demanded, moving forward like she was about to conduct an interrogation of the biggest crime.

"she's been doing it for a few months now," alessia said, rubbing your back absentmindedly as you stared off into the distance watching the goalkeeper finish their session off, "just.. clearly none of you have noticed?"

beth spluttered, shock still hitting her in waves, "and you didn't think to tell us?"

alessia raised an eyebrow, "do you expect me to make a powerpoint for you guys every time my daughter does something cute?"

"yes, actually or even just a message in the groupchat would have done" kyra deadpanned, a few of the other humming in agreement.

meanwhile, leah was still cradling your bottle, looking between the girls and then back at alessia, "how have they not noticed?"

alessia just shrugged. "they're a bit slow."

katie gasped in offense. "excuse me?" as she continued to ramble on about her great reflexes, not that anyone was really paying attention to that as they were all still in shock about the whole, 'leah, mama' situation.

beth, her mind not really wrapping around the facts, "so she just casually calls you mama, and we've never noticed?"

you, now not distracted by the goalkeepers and instead thoroughly confused by all the fuss. blinking up at beth and answering her question matter of facts, "le is mama."

leah grinned, hearing it never got old in leah's mind, as she reached over to ruffle the top of your head, "that's right, angel."

katie shook her head in disbelief, "i can't believe this. leah's just winning at life. arsenal captain, england legend and now — confirmed favourite parent and loving family."

leah smirked. "i mean, i don't like to brag, but—" alessia groaned, nudging her in the leg. "oh my god, do not start this again."

this not being the first time leah's parent ego had gotten a little too big as she teased alessia on the fact she was now the favourite but deep down alessia knew she didn't need to compete in that as she'd always edge it in a different way.

the team groaned collectively, but there was no missing the warmth in the air. because, really, it didn't matter that they'd only just noticed. what mattered was that you had known all along.

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dedeinthewild · 2 months ago

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maya bishop x reader, tenants duo

- “Did you hear that? That’s foreplay with a helmet on.”

summary : Seattle’s hottest firefighters can’t go anywhere without getting hit on — but the only one they’re falling for is each other.

The last few weeks at the station had been a symphony of alarms and frantic orders, as if Seattle had collectively lost its mind and the other squads couldn’t keep up. That left Station 19 pulling double shifts, barely getting two hours of uninterrupted sleep before being called back into action.

No one had seen their own shower in days, surviving solely on the super-charged coffee Travis brewed after morning workouts. And yet, none of this seemed to shake the station’s two standout lieutenants.

While Andrea and Jack showed their humanity—worn down by lack of sleep, snappy from constant calls—Maya and the newest lieutenant seemed practically alien. They smiled at dawn, rocked perfectly tousled hair, and carried the strength of someone who slept a full eight hours a night.

It showed in every call. Whether they were the last ones in, oxygen tanks strapped on and navy uniforms spotless, or the first to burst through the chaos with shining badges and steady footsteps, they commanded the room like machines built for saving lives.

They were rising stars—and the ladies adored them.

It all started with innocent flirting. At first, the comments on the field were easy to shrug off. Maya, no stranger to compliments on the job, was still caught off guard by the growing number of people falling at their feet, swooning over them like they hadn’t just pulled someone out of a life-threatening situation.

The first moment like this happened away from the station. A woman had fallen off a ladder she’d used to climb onto her boutique’s roof, trying to locate the source of a mysterious smell that had driven customers away for months.

While Dean inspected the store, Captain Sullivan sent Maya and her partner to assist. The woman was uninjured—shaken, in a flimsy summer dress wholly unsuited for rooftop missions—but otherwise fine.

“Oh my God… Are you two models or firefighters? Be honest.”

She asked while eyeing the younger lieutenant, who was steadying the ladder above, while Maya stood below, ready to help her down.

“Today? Firefighters. But thank you,” Maya grinned, guiding her safely to the pavement.

“You saved me and looked that good doing it? Can I get your number? Both of yours?” she said while Vic checked her vitals.

The other lieutenant shook her head, chuckling as she hauled the ladder back to the truck.

“We should start charging for autographs,” she suggested, removing her helmet.

“Only if we split the tips,” Maya replied, licking her lips with a smirk.

They climbed back into the truck with Warren and Travis in the ambulance, already dreaming of a proper meal. The rest of the team kept asking themselves the same question: what was it about those two that made everyone fall so hard?

But things were only getting worse—and they had no idea.

The attention kept growing, call after call, whether they were handling something routine or chaotic. And it only brought the two women closer.

One night, already in pajama bottoms and ready to crash in the bunkroom, the alarm blared again—another emergency at Joe’s, the bar that had suffered a wall collapse a few months earlier. This time: a gas leak in the bathroom. No serious injuries.

“What are your names again?” asked a bartender, seated on a table while the team evacuated the place. The newer lieutenant was trying to move people along with firm professionalism, clearly irritated that they weren’t leaving.

“They’re on our helmets and coats. No need to ask,” she said dryly, and Maya stepped in to handle the guy.

“Lieutenant ____ and Lieutenant Bishop,” the blonde added.

“Lieutenants? Hot and in charge. Say less.”

They rolled their eyes and escorted him out, not realizing things would only get worse inside.

It was fun. It didn’t affect their work. But people were losing all sense of restraint.

“Do you guys do birthdays?” one girl asked, as Bishop checked on a couple of passed-out men in the bathroom—likely too drunk to know where they even were.

“Only the kind that involve flames and chaos.”

Back in the truck, the younger lieutenant drove while Vic sat shotgun, grinning with that always-present mischievous look.

“So… strip clubs? Next side gig?”

“They could literally start a calendar. Hell, I’d buy it,” Gibson added, head tilted back, knees apart, exhausted.

“You two ever get tired of being wanted?”

“We’re here to save people, not date them,” Bishop replied, filling out a report.

“And the attention should be on the whole team, speaking of nerve and dedication,” the other added as they parked at the station.

But it just kept going.

Instead of leading to wild nights out for either woman, it only made their bond stronger. The younger lieutenant had moved out of her overpriced apartment on the city’s edge—rarely even there—and took over the empty bed in Bishop’s place.

They’d been partners long enough. On the job, they were inseparable. Living together, shopping for the same fridge, spending 24/7 in each other’s orbit—it deepened their connection.

One afternoon, a blackout triggered elevator malfunctions in a major high-rise, trapping a bunch of lawyers inside. Some were claustrophobic, others just panicked, so Station 19 was called in.

_____ handled the hydraulic spreader, prying open the metal doors while Bishop—now Captain—stood behind her, issuing orders.

When the doors finally opened, revealing the trapped group, it was like a portal to heaven had appeared: two soot-smeared angels in fireproof black gear.

“I was ready to die but then you showed up. Both of you. Like… sexy angels of mercy,” a secretary on the floor whispered, captivated.

“Should we start a tally board?” the lieutenant murmured, checking the vitals of a man who’d just regained consciousness.

“Only if we count who flirts more with you,” Maya laughed.

“Please tell me there’s merch!” another woman shouted as Travis and Miller carried her down on a spinal board.

At dinner that night, with mashed potatoes and some meat Dean had thrown together, the duo dominated the conversation.

“They don’t even need water. Just show up, make eye contact, and the fire gives up,” Jack joked.

“Wow. What a legacy,” Maya sighed, tying her hair back and leaning into her chair, mirroring her partner across the table.

They were so close they had the same mannerisms, swapped fire department hoodies, and joked fresh out of the shower like half of Seattle hadn’t just fallen in love with them.

But everyone knew—beneath all the charm—they were just waiting for those two to finally realize how perfect they were together.

“You two are going to cause someone to spontaneously combust,” Vic warned one morning, pouring coffee as the two strolled in, crisp in their uniforms.

“Bet they already have,” Dean muttered into his mug.

“You sure you’re not doing this on purpose?” he added, eyeing their unmistakable tension.

“Doing what?” the younger woman asked, biting into toast.

“That. Just that,” he said, shaking his head.

During 48-hour shifts, Maya would curl up behind the other woman, arms draped around her torso like it was second nature. She did her laundry and left sweet notes on neatly folded shirts.

When the younger lieutenant stood on tiptoe to put away dishes and rested a hand on Maya’s arm, neither of them moved.

They were like a married couple—constantly challenging each other, especially now that Bishop’s promotion had turned her drive into stubbornness. That led to the breaking point.

A call went sideways. Bishop gave the order to amputate a limb. The younger lieutenant refused.

They ended up in the locker room—yelling, then silence.

Just staring.

“You done yelling?” Maya asked.

“Are you?” she shot back.

Then Maya kissed her—nothing sweet about it. Hungry, intense, full of the fire they carried on the job and in their hearts. It wasn’t the last kiss.

Even with pride in the way—and an entire city that would riot if they ever broke up—they had something undeniable.

What they didn’t expect was how bad they were at hiding it.

Sorority calls didn’t help.

One night, they responded to smoke in a dorm-style house. Inside: silk pajamas, glowing lips, and girls who looked more excited than concerned.

“Are all firefighters this hot, or just you two? Because honestly, you could start another kind of fire in here,” one said as the younger lieutenant took her blood pressure.

“Preferably me,” she added, eyeing her name tag.

“That’d be a different kind of emergency,” she replied, throwing a look toward Bishop.

“I don’t care if you’re into girls, guys, or space aliens. I’ll change teams, zip codes, and life plans. Just say the word.”

“I’d frame you,” another chimed in to Maya.

“I don’t think I’d pose the way you’re imagining,” she answered, trying not to laugh.

Bishop chuckled too—grateful for the comic relief despite the weight of command.

From the rafters, Vic and Dean observed the chaos.

“Oh my God. They’re thriving in this mess,” Vic said.

Another girl approached, wearing only a tank top and lace panties, forcing both women to look away for professionalism’s sake.

“So… are you two like, together-together?” she asked, licking her lips.

“Because if not, I call dibs. On either. Or both. Honestly, I’m flexible.”

“What do you think?” Maya asked, smiling at her partner. “Are we… dibbable?”

“I don’t think we’re up for grabs tonight,” the other replied, struggling not to think about the half-naked girl hitting on them.

“Definitely not.”

Vic leaned back, muttering to Dean, “Did you hear that? That’s foreplay with a helmet on.”

Jack, outside helping police manage the crowd, watched helplessly as more girls fawned over the pair on the porch.

“You got a name, Hero, or do I just call you ‘not the hot ones’?”

“Can’t stop looking at your friends,” another girl sighed, eyes fixed on the duo.

“Oh, them? Yeah, they’re kind of a team.”

“A team? Like professionally or…?”

“Professionally. Though… I mean, they live together, so who even knows anymore.”

“They live together?”

It was impossible. Pathetic, even, how easily people fell for them.

“Why do I even bother?” one girl sighed, handing Jack a card—but her eyes stayed on the women.

“Heard you tried again, bro. What was it this time—another Maya & ____ fan club member?” Dean teased back at the station.

“I’m living in their shadow. I’m like the guy who opens for Beyoncé. No one remembers me.”

“Aw, Jack. Don’t take it personally.”

They turned to find Bishop with wet hair, her shirt open at the top, looking utterly at ease post-shift.

“We just leave very big boots to fill,” her partner added, adjusting her glasses and picking up both their duffel bags.

And really—who wouldn’t fall for women like them? Fierce, uniformed, leading a team with terrifying talent and unshakable confidence?

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Hi, i hope youre doing well :)

I saw your updated list and was wondering if I could ask for a maya bishop x reader with trope list number 18. drunk confession but fluffy and kinda crack i guess ^^ (and also reader doesn't have to be a firefighter or from the medical field at all tbh)

Thank you and have a nice day/night x

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐇𝐔𝐇?

ᯓ★ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 maya bishop x reader / 0.9k words ᯓ★𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 flirty ᯓ★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 i loved writing this! thank you for requesting it!

♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎

The bar is packed — the kind of packed where you have to wedge yourself sideways just to get anywhere near the bar, limbs brushing strangers, apologies muttered under your breath. Thankfully, Travis has been doing the legwork when it comes to drinks, so you’ve been comfortably camped out at your table, half-listening to the din of chatter around you.

“So, how’s work? Still at the—uh—library, right?” Vic asks with a polite smile, the kind that suggests she’s making conversation more than showing genuine interest.

You grin, lifting your glass. “Okay, I know I don’t rescue puppies or sprint through burning buildings, but being a librarian isn’t that boring, I swear.”

Your exasperated chuckle earns a round of soft laughter from the table — a cluster of Travis’ coworkers, all of whom smell vaguely of smoke and carry themselves like people who’ve seen a lot of chaos. You continue, emboldened by the friendly atmosphere and the warmth spreading through your limbs.

“Honestly, just surviving the library’s computer system deserves applause. I swear, every time I manage to check something out without crashing the whole thing, I feel like I should be handed a medal.”

Vic snorts into her drink, and beside her, Maya lifts her bottle of beer, gaze fixed on you. There’s something in the way she looks — steady and unreadable — that makes your pulse tick up.

“Oh yes, the dreaded computer system,” Dean chimes in with a smirk, clinking bottles with Jack. “Makes our job look like a walk in the park.”

You roll your eyes, but before you can respond, Maya leans in just slightly, voice smooth like honey. “I’m sure being a librarian isn’t as easy as they make it sound.”

Your heart skips a beat. Literally skips. You manage a half-smile, probably more of a flustered smirk, cheeks already flushed from the three Jack & Cokes you’ve inhaled in less than an hour.

“Dealing with people all day?” Maya continues, head tilted, her gaze sliding around the group before landing back on you. “Sounds exhausting.”

You know that look on her face. It’s the kind that dares someone to contradict her. A “try me” look. And yet… it’s all directed at you. Your fingers tighten slightly around your glass, smile quirking at the corners.

Like a lifeline, Travis reappears, elbowing through the crowd with two fresh drinks and plopping down beside you with a triumphant grin. Another Jack & Coke. Not that you’re complaining.

By the time the bar clears out enough to actually breathe, the conversation has shifted to something about fire hoses and poor technique — but your brain doesn’t bother keeping up. Maya’s now in the chair beside you, her knee brushing against yours every time she leans forward to take a sip. You swear your entire chair is vibrating — or maybe that’s just the alcohol setting up shop in your bloodstream.

So when the next words tumble out of your mouth, you blame it entirely on drunk courage.

“You’re really pretty, Maya.”

You catch the flicker in her expression, like her brain short-circuits for a second before catching up. “What?” Her lips pull into a half-smile, amused, and there it is again — the flutter in your chest that’s getting hard to ignore.

“I’m just saying. You’re really pretty.”

The words are far too easy now, slipping from your tongue like you’ve rehearsed them. Maybe you have. Maybe you’ve just thought them often enough that your drunk self decided it was time to say them out loud.

“Thanks,” Maya says, the corner of her mouth lifting just a little higher. “You’re really pretty too, you know?”

That’s it. Your brain completely short-circuits. Poof. Gone.

“You think so?” you mumble, brushing a hand through your already-messy hair, cheeks burning. Your voice is quieter now, almost shy — a contrast to the boldness from seconds before.

“Very much so.” Maya’s voice is softer now too, but there’s something genuine there — something warm in the way her eyes linger on you, like she’s seeing you and liking what she sees.

“I like the cardigan,” she adds, eyes flicking over your outfit with a little tilt of her head. “And the book earrings? Adorable. Really ties the whole librarian aesthetic together.”

You squint at her, not entirely sure if she’s flirting or poking fun — but you don’t mind either way. She’s still looking at you like you’re the most interesting thing in the room. That alone is worth all the confusion.

“Thanks,” you murmur, your smile a little crooked, your voice softer. “I’ve had, like… the biggest crush on you lately.”

Maya raises an eyebrow, amused. One hand still loosely wrapped around her beer, the other resting casually against her thigh as she leans in, eyes dancing. “Have you now?”

You nod, tipsy and brave and hopelessly charmed. “Oh, totally. Can’t not have a crush on you. I mean… you’re hot.”

She laughs — a real one this time, low and melodic — and sets her bottle down, angling her body toward yours just a little more.

“God, you’re cute when you’re tipsy,” she murmurs, lips curving into something more playful. “Keep talking like that, and I might just have to kiss you.”

Your breath catches, and for once, you're too stunned to respond with anything witty. Maya grins wider, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on you.

“Flustered, huh?” she teases, brushing her knee against yours again — deliberately this time.

Yeah. You’re doomed. And honestly? You’re not complaining.

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