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Gift 🎁

Leah Williamson x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

Leah Williamson was on a mission—a gift mission, to be exact. With your birthday just a week away, she was determined to find something that was absolutely perfect, a gift that would make you smile in a way only she could. But finding the perfect gift? It was turning out to be a lot harder than she’d expected.

Leah had already scoured the high street, the little boutiques you loved, and even asked some of the other Arsenal girls for advice. Kim had suggested a designer handbag, but Leah dismissed it with a quick, "She already has a bunch, and besides, that's too generic." Katie had recommended a custom jersey signed by the team, but Leah just shook her head—she wanted it to be special, something unique and personal.

She had even been at it online, scrolling through websites, adding things to her cart only to delete them a moment later. It had to be perfect because you deserved nothing less.

The team could tell she was on edge. They’d never seen her so particular about something before. "Just get her something nice; she’ll love whatever you pick," Viv teased, watching Leah put down yet another promising option with a determined look on her face.

"But it’s not about her just liking it, Viv," Leah insisted, a hint of frustration creeping in. "It’s gotta be… special, you know? I want her to feel like I put thought into this. She makes me feel special all the time, and I just want to return the favor."

Caitlin nudged her with a knowing smile. "You’re such a softie, Leah. Just go with your heart. Maybe do something personal, like a scrapbook of memories?"

The idea sparked something in Leah’s mind. Memories. She suddenly realized maybe it wasn’t about finding the perfect gift on a store shelf. It was about creating it.

That night, Leah stayed up, gathering photos, mementos, and little notes she’d written over the time you’d been together. Each picture she placed carefully into a scrapbook, writing little notes on the margins—memories of trips you’d taken together, jokes only the two of you would understand, and random, sweet reminders of how much she loved you.

The final touch? Leah got a necklace, a simple silver piece she knew would suit you. She attached it to the last page of the scrapbook with a note: *For my favorite memories and the ones we’ll still make. Happy Birthday, love.*

When she finally handed you the gift on your birthday, she was nervous, fidgeting as you opened it. But the look on your face when you saw the scrapbook, flipping through page by page, laughing and tearing up, told her everything she needed to know.

Leah knew then she’d finally gotten it right.

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Take a Break 💻✉️

Ingrid Engen x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

You've been overworking yourself for weeks, seeing this Ingrid forces you to take a break.

You've been working non-stop for days. The clock on your desk is pushing midnight again, and the strain is weighing heavily on you. Your eyes sting, your back aches, but there’s always one more thing you tell yourself you need to finish.

Ingrid had tried to intervene earlier, suggesting a break and coaxing you to take it easy. But you waved her off, assuring her you'd be done soon. Except "soon" stretched into hours, and by now, she knows you far too well to just accept your promises at face value.

As you’re hunkered down, completely lost in your work, you don’t notice Ingrid slip back into the room. She crosses her arms, watching you in silence for a moment before speaking up.

Her voice is soft but firm, a mixture of love and a hint of frustration. “Are you still at it?”

You snap out of your work trance, looking up at her. She’s giving you that look — the one she gives when she’s worried about you but doesn’t want to push too hard.

“I just have a little more to do,” you mumble, trying to look busy again.

Ingrid isn’t buying it. She moves closer, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, and it sends warmth through your tired muscles. “You’ve been saying that for hours. You need rest. I need you to take care of yourself.”

“I know, I know. Just... if I get this done, it’ll be out of the way.”

She sighs softly, then, with a determined look, reaches over and powers down your computer. You gasp, momentarily stunned.

“Ingrid!” you protest.

“Nope. Not tonight. You’ve done more than enough,” she insists, a small smile on her lips. "And if you’re going to be mad at me for it, I’ll live with that. But you’re taking a break.”

Ingrid then takes your hands, pulling you out of your chair. “Come on. You’ve done enough, we’ll pick up whatever’s left tomorrow.”

The softness in her voice, coupled with the concern in her eyes, finally breaks through your defenses. Exhaustion starts to hit you fully, and you lean into her, feeling her arms wrap around you in a warm embrace.

"Thank you," you murmur, realizing how much you needed this.

"Always," she whispers, leading you away from your work and into the calm you’ve been avoiding.

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Bikini 👙 ⛱️

Ingrid Engen x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗, comfort 🫂💕

summary :

During your well deserved vacation, Ingrid finds you struggling with your bikini.

You had been in the bathroom for what felt like an eternity, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting and readjusting the straps of your new bikini. It was supposed to be a fun, carefree beach day, but all you could think about was how uncomfortable you felt in the swimsuit.

The bikini was a lovely shade of coral, a color you usually adored, but right now, every time you caught your reflection, all you could see were the things you wished were different. You pulled at the straps, tried smoothing the fabric, and adjusted the bottoms, but no matter what you did, it didn’t seem right. You sighed, frustration and insecurity swirling in your chest, and you wondered if you should just change into something else — anything else.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the soft knock on the bathroom door. Ingrid had been waiting outside, getting more concerned with every passing minute. When you didn’t respond, she slowly pushed the door open, peeking inside.

“Hey…” she said softly, her voice gentle. You jumped a little, not expecting to see her there, and quickly tried to cover yourself with a towel. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. “I was just worried. You’ve been in here a while. Everything okay?”

You forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, though your voice wavered. “Just… trying to get this stupid thing to fit right.”

Ingrid’s eyes softened as she saw you tugging at the bikini straps again, clearly not happy with how it looked. She took a few steps closer, her gaze gentle and full of concern. “You’ve been adjusting it for a while now,” she said softly. “Is it really about the fit, or… is there something else going on?”

You hesitated, looking down at your hands instead of meeting her eyes. “I just… I don’t feel good in it,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I’d be okay, but now that I’m wearing it, I feel… exposed. And I know everyone’s going to be looking, and I don’t want them to see me like this.”

Ingrid was quiet for a moment, letting your words sink in. Then she reached out, gently taking your hands in hers, guiding them away from the bikini straps. “Hey,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Look at me.”

You slowly lifted your eyes to meet hers, feeling a little vulnerable. Ingrid’s expression was so kind, so understanding, that it almost made you want to cry. “I’m sorry you’re feeling this way,” she said. “But I need you to know that when I look at you, I see someone beautiful. Not just because of how you look, but because of who you are.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears. “But what if other people don’t see that?” you whispered. “What if they just see… everything I don’t like?”

Ingrid’s heart ached at how hard you were being on yourself. She gently guided you to turn around and face the mirror, standing behind you so you could see both of your reflections. “I know it’s hard to see yourself the way I see you,” she said, resting her hands on your shoulders, her touch light and comforting. “But I’m going to try, okay?”

She slowly slid her hands down your arms, squeezing them gently. “I see someone strong, who’s been through so much and is still here, trying. I see someone with a kind heart, who lights up my day just by smiling. I see you, and you’re more than enough, exactly as you are.”

You felt a tear escape, rolling down your cheek, and Ingrid caught it with her thumb, wiping it away. “It’s okay to feel insecure,” she said softly. “We all do sometimes. But I wish you could see how gorgeous you look right now. This bikini, it suits you so well. It’s bright, and warm, and confident — just like you.”

You wanted to believe her, but there was still that lingering doubt. “But what if I don’t feel confident?” you asked, your voice shaky.

Ingrid smiled gently, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Then let me be confident for both of us,” she said. “Let me show you off, not because I want people to see how beautiful you are, but because I want you to feel it. Because you deserve to feel good about yourself, whether you’re in a bikini or pajamas or anything else.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of her words wrap around you like a comforting hug. “What if I still feel nervous?” you asked, glancing at her in the mirror.

“Then we’ll take it slow,” she said, her hands still resting on your shoulders. “We’ll go out there together, and if at any point you want to come back and change, we can. No pressure. But I’d love to see you out there, just being you, even for a little while.”

You hesitated, but then you nodded, feeling a little bit of courage bubbling up from the way she was looking at you. “Okay,” you said softly. “I’ll try.”

Ingrid’s face lit up with a bright, encouraging smile. “That’s my girl,” she said, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “And hey, if anyone dares to look at you the wrong way, they’ll have to deal with me.”

You laughed, the tension in your chest loosening just a bit. “You’d fight someone for me?”

“In a heartbeat,” she said, completely serious, and you could tell she meant it. “But I’m hoping all they see is how lucky I am to be with you.”

She took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Ready?” she asked, her eyes searching yours.

You took a moment, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time. Maybe you didn’t see everything Ingrid saw, but you could see her standing there beside you, her eyes full of love and pride. And that made you feel just a little bit braver.

“Yeah,” you said finally, nodding. “I’m ready.”

Ingrid’s smile was radiant as she led you out of the bathroom, your hand still in hers. And as you stepped out into the sun, feeling the warmth on your skin and the gentle breeze, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could start seeing yourself through her eyes — one small, brave step at a time.

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Lucky Charm 🍀

Alexia Putellas x Reader

warning : fluffy 💗💭

summary :

Alexia needs her lucky charm before her match.

The locker room was buzzing with pre-match energy, and you could feel the nervous excitement in the air. Alexia was lacing up her boots, focused, but her eyes kept darting to where you were leaning against the wall. It was a big game tonight, and everyone could sense the pressure. The team was ready, but Alexia… well, she still needed her lucky charm.

You caught her gaze, and she gave you a small, almost shy smile, a complete contrast to her usual confident demeanor on the pitch. You smiled back, knowing exactly what she needed. It was your little ritual, something that had started as a joke, but soon became something she depended on.

You waited until she finished tying her boots before making your way over, weaving between the bustling players and staff. When you reached her, she immediately stood up, looking down at you with that familiar mix of determination and nervousness.

“Hey, you got this,” you said, softly but firmly, as you placed a hand on her cheek. Her face relaxed at your touch, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to.

She needed to hear it.

“Babe, you know I can’t go out there unless you say it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, like she was afraid the others might hear.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart warmed at how much it meant to her. Leaning in closer, so that only she could hear, you said, “I love you, Alexia. Now go out there and show them why you’re the best.”

Alexia’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and a smile spread across her face, bright enough to light up the entire room. She gently cupped the back of your head, pulling you in for a quick, soft kiss. When she pulled back, there was a fire in her eyes, the kind that always meant she was ready to conquer anything.

“Now, we’re gonna win,” she said, her confidence fully restored.

“You better, or I’m taking it back,” you teased, earning a laugh from her.

The rest of the team was starting to gather, and you knew it was almost time for her to head out onto the pitch. As she joined her teammates, she turned back one more time, her eyes finding yours amidst the chaos.

“See you after the game, lucky charm,” she called out, giving you a wink.

You watched her walk out, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest. It was silly, maybe even superstitious, but if saying three little words could help her feel like she could take on the world, then you’d say it a million times over.

The final whistle blew, and the stadium erupted into cheers. Barça had won, and Alexia had been incredible, just like always. You rushed down to the field, weaving through the crowd until you finally spotted her, celebrating with her teammates.

She saw you coming and immediately broke away from the group, running straight towards you. She scooped you up into her arms, spinning you around, both of you laughing like kids. When she set you back down, she pressed her forehead against yours, still catching her breath.

“Told you it works,” she said, breathless but grinning from ear to ear.

“Guess I’m your lucky charm after all,” you replied, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“Always,” she said, before kissing you again, not caring who was watching.

You knew you’d be saying those three words before every match, as long as she needed to hear them.

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Through Thick and Thin 🟨

Katie Mccabe x Reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗; (reverse) comfort 🫂💕

summary :

Katie struggles with guilt after being suspended for defending her teammate.

The news hit you like a punch to the gut. Katie was suspended, and you could hardly believe it when the notification popped up on your phone. It wasn't like her to get into trouble — well, not this kind of trouble anyway. She was fiery, passionate, and never backed down from a challenge, but that was part of what you loved about her. Still, you knew she had crossed a line this time, and now she was paying for it.

You drove over to her apartment after training, knowing she'd be there, stewing over what had happened. Sure enough, when you stepped inside, Katie was on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. Her lips were set in a firm line, jaw clenched. She barely acknowledged your presence as you sat down beside her.

"Katie," you said softly, placing a gentle hand on her arm. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She finally turned to look at you, and you could see the storm of emotions swirling in her eyes — anger, frustration, and maybe even a bit of guilt. "There's nothing to talk about, is there? I messed up," she snapped, her voice harsher than usual. But you didn't flinch. You knew she wasn't angry at you.

"You didn’t mess up," you said quietly. "You were defending your team."

Katie scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, and now I’m suspended for it. Some captain I am, huh?" She ran a hand through her hair, clearly agitated. "I just... I couldn’t let them get away with it. They were taking cheap shots, and the ref wasn’t doing anything about it."

You knew the incident she was talking about — it had been all over social media. Katie had gotten into a scuffle with an opponent after a rough tackle, and though she wasn’t the instigator, she had retaliated. A little too aggressively, perhaps. But knowing her, she was just standing up for her teammates, like always. That was Katie’s way. She was fiercely protective, even if it meant putting herself in harm’s way.

"You did what you thought was right," you said, inching closer to her. "I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same if someone was trying to hurt my team." You gently took her hand in yours, squeezing it. "But that doesn’t mean you have to carry all this on your shoulders alone."

Katie’s eyes softened a little at that, and she let out a heavy sigh. "I just hate this," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I let everyone down."

"You didn’t," you insisted. "No one thinks that. If anything, they know you’ve got their back, no matter what. And right now, I’m here to remind you that I’ve got yours."

She was quiet for a moment, processing your words. Then she let her head fall back against the couch, closing her eyes. "I don’t know what I’d do without you," she murmured.

You smiled, relieved to see her slowly letting down her guard. "Luckily, you won’t have to find out," you teased, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her temple. "Now, how about I make us some dinner, and we watch something that doesn’t involve football? Just for tonight."

Katie opened her eyes and turned to you, a small but genuine smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Yeah, alright," she said, a little more relaxed than before. "I could use a break from thinking about it."

"Good," you said, standing up and pulling her with you. "Because I’m not letting you sit here and wallow all night. We’re in this together, remember?"

As you made your way to the kitchen, Katie followed, finally looking a bit more like herself. "Thank you," she said quietly, and you knew she wasn’t just talking about dinner.

"Always," you replied, glancing back at her with a grin. "Now, come help me. I’m not letting you get off that easy."

She chuckled, and it felt like a small victory. Maybe things weren’t perfect, but you knew that together, you’d get through this. After all, that’s what love was about — standing by each other, even when the world seemed to be falling apart.

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Body Image ❤️‍🩹

Mapi León x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗, comfort 🫂💕

summary :

You are insecure about your body image, Mapi tries her best to comfort you.

You stand in front of the mirror, tugging at your shirt and frowning at your reflection. The insecurities swirl in your mind, louder today than usual. You sigh, trying to shake it off, but it's hard. You can hear Mapi moving around in the other room, and you almost consider canceling your plans for the day, making up an excuse to avoid going out.

Just as you're lost in thought, Mapi enters the room, her smile brightening the space. "Hey, are you ready?" she asks, but then she pauses, noticing the look on your face. Her expression softens immediately, and she walks over, gently placing her hands on your shoulders. “What’s wrong, mi amor?”

You hesitate, trying to brush it off. "It's nothing. Just... not feeling great today." You look away, but Mapi's eyes are already studying you, seeing past your words.

She gently tilts your chin up, making you meet her gaze. “Talk to me,” she says softly, her voice full of concern. “I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.”

With a shaky breath, you finally admit, “I just… I don’t feel good about how I look today. Or any day, really.” The words feel heavy, but there’s also a sense of relief in saying it out loud. “I just don’t like what I see.”

Mapi’s eyes soften even more, and she pulls you into a warm hug, holding you close. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, just lets you lean into her, feeling her steady heartbeat. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” she murmurs, her voice gentle but firm. “Because when I look at you, I see someone so beautiful, inside and out. I see someone who’s kind, who makes my day better just by being here. I see someone who’s strong, even when they don’t feel like it.”

You can feel tears welling up, and you try to blink them away, but Mapi notices. She pulls back slightly, cupping your face in her hands. “I’m serious,” she continues, her eyes locked onto yours. “I love every part of you, even the parts you don’t love yourself. And I’ll keep reminding you of that every day if I have to.”

A tear slips down your cheek, and she wipes it away with her thumb, giving you a small, reassuring smile. “You’re enough, just as you are,” she says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “And I’m going to keep telling you that until you believe it too.”

You let out a small, shaky laugh, feeling a little lighter, even if the doubts haven’t completely disappeared. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Mapi wraps her arms around you again, tighter this time, like she’s trying to shield you from all the negativity you’re feeling. “No need to thank me,” she says softly. “It’s just the truth, and I’m always going to be here to remind you of it. Even on the tough days.”

As you stand there in her embrace, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you can start seeing yourself through her eyes. One day at a time, with Mapi by your side, reminding you that you’re more than your insecurities, and that to her, you’re perfect exactly as you are.

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Phone 📱

Leah Williamson x Reader

warning :

summary :

During training, while watching a match, fans notice Leah frequently checking her phone and smiling, a rare distraction for the usually focused player. Speculation can't help but grow.

It was a chilly evening at the training grounds, and the Arsenal team was hard at work. The drills were intense, with coaches shouting instructions and players moving in perfect sync. Leah, known for her focus and leadership on the pitch, was no exception, giving her all as always. But today, something was different. During short breaks or while waiting for her turn in a drill, Leah would sneak glances at her phone, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips each time she read a message.

A few of her teammates noticed, nudging each other with amused expressions. “What’s got her so distracted?” one of them whispered, stealing a glance at Leah, who was now quickly typing back a response, her eyes sparkling in a way that was rare to see during training. It wasn’t like Leah to be distracted, especially during practice, where she was known to lead by example. But today, she didn’t seem to mind taking those tiny breaks to check her phone.

The coaches raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. They trusted Leah; if something was pulling her attention away, it had to be important. After the training session ended, the players gathered their things, and one of Leah’s friends decided to tease her. “Alright, Leah, spill. Who’s got you grinning like that during training?”

Leah tried to play it cool, shrugging nonchalantly, but the blush on her cheeks gave her away. “Just checking in on something,” she said with a small, knowing smile. She didn’t offer more, but anyone who knew her could see that this “something" was clearly making her day a little brighter.

A few weeks later, Leah had the chance to watch a game from the stands, and she was excited to cheer on her friends. But throughout the match, fans nearby noticed something strange. Every few minutes, Leah would pull out her phone, quickly typing out a message before her attention returned to the game. She was still cheering, still fully engaged, but it was clear her focus was divided.

Social media was quick to pick up on it. Fans began to speculate, tweeting about how Leah, who was known for her love of the game, was clearly texting someone important enough to split her attention. Some joked that it must be football-related, while others wondered if it was a special someone. Between the cheers, the occasional glances at her screen, and the soft smile that followed each reply, it wasn’t hard to guess that she was thinking about someone specific.

As the match wrapped up, Leah headed down to the sidelines, where some fans were gathering for autographs. Someone playfully shouted, “Leah, who were you texting so much?” She laughed, shaking her head, not offering an answer but not denying the question either.

(I don't like it that much :/ )

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I love you more 😘

Alexia Putellas x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

A playful bedtime argument between you and Alexia turns into a sweet competition of who loves the other more.

As you and Alexia get ready for bed, the room is filled with a comforting silence, the kind that only comes when you're deeply at ease with someone. You’re lying on your side, facing each other, and she reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. Her eyes, soft and warm, reflect a quiet affection that makes your heart swell.

“I love you,” she whispers, her voice barely louder than a breath, but it's enough to make you smile.

“I love you more,” you reply, leaning closer, your forehead almost touching hers.

Alexia chuckles, her smile turning playful. “No, no, no. I love you more.”

Your brows knit together in mock seriousness, and you shake your head. “Impossible. I love you way more.”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly accepting the challenge. “I don’t think so. You don’t even come close.”

A grin breaks across your face, and you sit up slightly, propping yourself on your elbow. “Oh really? Who wakes up at 5 AM to make sure you have coffee before training? That’s me, because I love you more.”

Alexia’s eyes widen, and she puts her hand on her heart dramatically. “Okay, fair. But who waits up for you after a long day, no matter how late, just to make sure you’re okay? That’s love.”

You roll your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “You’ve got a point. But who makes sure you always have your favorite snacks when you come home?”

She laughs, her voice low and warm. “You do. But who always holds your hand in public, even when it’s freezing, just so you feel safe and loved?”

“Oh, come on! That’s not fair,” you say, playfully shoving her arm. “You’re just really good at being sweet.”

“Exactly,” she says, smiling triumphantly. “So, I love you more.”

You pout, pretending to be annoyed, but you can’t help but smile back. “Fine, you win this time. But I’m going to love you so much tomorrow, you won’t stand a chance.”

Alexia leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m looking forward to it,” she murmurs, her lips lingering.

Your heart feels like it’s going to burst, and you can’t help but laugh at how ridiculously in love you both are. You lean in, planting a gentle kiss on her lips, savoring the feeling of her warmth against yours.

“Challenge accepted,” you whisper. “But for now, let’s just go to sleep, and we’ll see who wins tomorrow.”

Alexia grins, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close. “Deal. Goodnight, mi amor,” she says, her voice soft and full of love.

“Goodnight, babe,” you reply, nestling against her chest, feeling her heartbeat steady and strong beneath your cheek. You close your eyes, a smile still playing on your lips as you drift off to sleep, knowing that tomorrow will bring another day of finding new ways to love each other even more.

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Pretty Face 🪞

Ingrid Engen x Reader

warining : fluffy 💭💗, comfort 🫂💕

summary :

You are feeling insecure about your looks, but Ingrid is there to remind you just how beautiful you truly are.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You ran your fingers along your cheeks, tracing the small imperfections that only you seemed to notice. Your insecurities had been getting louder lately, drowning out any compliments or kind words. All you could see was the things you didn’t like about yourself, and today was no different.

The door creaked open, and you glanced over to see Ingrid stepping into the room. She had that easy, confident smile on her lips, the one that always seemed to make your heart skip a beat. Her hair was slightly tousled, and she wore a casual outfit that somehow made her look like she’d just stepped out of a magazine. You envied her sometimes, how effortlessly beautiful she was.

“Hey, there you are,” she said, her voice warm. “I’ve been looking for you.” Ingrid’s eyes flicked to the mirror, catching sight of your expression, and her smile faded slightly. She stepped closer, tilting her head as she studied you. “What’s going on?”

You shrugged, not really wanting to get into it, but Ingrid wasn’t the kind of person who let things slide. She moved to sit beside you on the bed, her knee bumping against yours, and waited patiently for you to speak.

“It’s nothing,” you said quietly, though the words felt heavy. “Just… feeling a little down, I guess.”

Ingrid’s gaze softened, and she gently reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know that look,” she said. “And it’s not ‘nothing.’ Talk to me, love.”

You hesitated, then sighed, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “I just… I don’t feel pretty. Or good-looking, or whatever. I see myself in the mirror, and all I see are flaws. I don’t look like… well, like you.”

The admission felt raw, but Ingrid didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving yours. “You don’t have to look like me, you know. You’re beautiful in your own way.”

“I know you say that,” you murmured, trying to force a smile, “but I just don’t see it.”

Ingrid’s expression softened even more, and she took your hands in hers, squeezing them gently. “You don’t have to see it right now. That’s okay. But I need you to believe me when I say that you are absolutely stunning. It’s not just your face, or your eyes, or your smile… It’s the way you laugh, the way you care for people, the way you light up when you talk about something you love. All of that makes you beautiful, more than you realize.”

You felt your cheeks warm, and you tried to look away, but Ingrid wasn’t having it. She carefully cupped your chin and turned your face back to hers, her eyes searching yours with a kind of intensity that made your heart flutter.

“Do you have any idea how lucky I am?” she said softly. “I get to see your face every day, and every day I fall a little more in love with you. Even when you’re being hard on yourself, even when you don’t see what I see… you’re still the most beautiful person in the room.”

Her words were like a balm, soothing the ache you hadn’t even realized was there. You could feel the sincerity in her voice, the way she looked at you like you were something precious. It was hard to believe, but maybe… maybe if Ingrid saw it, there was some truth to it.

You blinked back the sting of tears and tried to laugh. “You’re just saying that because you’re biased.”

“Of course I’m biased,” she teased as the returned a smile. “I’m biased because I’m head over heels for you. But that doesn’t make it any less true.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. “You don’t have to be perfect to be beautiful. You just have to be you.”

The warmth of her words and her touch melted some of the heaviness you’d been carrying all day. Maybe you weren’t ready to fully believe her yet, but you could see the love in her eyes, clear and bright, and that was enough to make you feel a little lighter.

Ingrid pulled back just enough to look at you, her smile bright and full of affection. “There’s my pretty face,” she said, her tone playful but gentle. “Don’t hide it from me, okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile back, the corners of your mouth lifting even as you felt a little self-conscious. “I’ll try,” you promised.

“That’s all I ask,” she said, leaning in to press a quick, sweet kiss to your lips. “And whenever you need a reminder, I’ll be right here to tell you how gorgeous you are.”

You leaned into her, letting her warmth and reassurance envelop you. For now, it was enough to hear the words, to let them sink in little by little. Maybe one day you’d see yourself the way Ingrid did. Until then, you were grateful to have someone who saw past your insecurities and loved you exactly as you were.

💕 @wososapologist 💕

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Hydration 💧

Alexia x Reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

You’ve always been a little forgetful when it comes to hydration, and Alexia, being the ever-attentive girlfriend she is, has made it her mission to ensure you drink enough water throughout the day.

It's a warm afternoon, and you’re at work, scrolling through your endless to-do list, completely absorbed in your tasks. Your phone buzzes, pulling you out of your focus for a moment. You smile, already knowing who it is before you even look at the screen.

Hey amor, have you had any water today? ❤️

You roll your eyes playfully but feel a warmth spread through your chest. She always remembers to check up on you, even when she’s in the middle of training.

I’m getting some now, promise. Good luck with training, captain 💪❤️

A few seconds later, another buzz. She’s quick to respond, as always.

Good. And thank you, love ❤️. I’ll check in later.

Later in the day, you’re at the gym, trying to push through the last few minutes on the treadmill. You’re exhausted, sweat dripping down your forehead, and your bottle sits untouched beside you. Almost as if on cue, your phone lights up with another message.

Bebé, don’t forget to drink water during your workout. You need to stay hydrated 🫶

You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head. It’s like she has a sixth sense for this. You pick up the bottle and take a long drink, sending her a quick selfie of you mid-gulp.

Happy now? 😂❤️

A minute later, your phone buzzes again.

Very. Now finish strong 💪, then hydrate some more. Love you ❤️

It’s game night, and you’re at the stadium, surrounded by the loud, energetic crowd. Alexia is on the pitch, focused and intense, but you still get a vibration in your pocket during halftime. You pull out your phone and see her name.

Have you been drinking water, amor ?❤️

You grin, shaking your head in disbelief. Even in the middle of a match, she doesn’t forget.

Yes, yes, I’ve got a bottle right here! Now go focus on winning 🏆❤️

She sends back a quick selfie from the locker room, a playful smirk on her face, hair slightly damp with sweat.

Good. Now scream extra loud when I score❤️

Back home, you’re curled up on the couch, half-asleep when you feel your phone buzz against your leg. It’s late, but you smile when you see it’s from Alexia again.

Made it home, finally. Have you been drinking water before bed?❤️

You roll your eyes fondly and send a voice note this time.

Alexia Putellas, I love you, but if you ask me about water one more time tonight, I’m going to—

Before you can finish, there’s a knock on your door. You scramble to answer, and there she is, standing with a grin, holding a bottle of water.

“I thought I’d make sure in person this time,” she teases, stepping inside and wrapping you in a hug. “Now, drink up.”

You laugh, burying your face in her neck. “I think I’m plenty hydrated now, thank you very much.”

She pulls back to look at you, her eyes twinkling. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you around for a long time, and you’re not allowed to get dehydrated on my watch.”

She presses a quick kiss to your forehead, and you sigh happily, already reaching for the bottle. “Yes, captain.”

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hii could i request a quiet arsenal reader x katie mccabe? the team know katie has a gf but don’t know who and tease her/ try to convince her to spill in the changing room not knowing r is her. they finally find out when r (usually v calm) gets angry after being targeted in a match and katie runs over and calls her a pet name while calming her down bc no one else could. everyone is shocked but happy. sorry it’s long 😅

Not so secret 🤫

Katie Mccabe × reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

The Arsenal locker room was buzzing with post-training energy. Conversations flowed easily, laughter bounced off the walls, and the sound of boots being tossed into lockers filled the air. Katie sat in her usual spot, tugging off her socks, a smirk playing on her lips as she listened to her teammates’ banter.

Leah, ever the instigator, glanced at Katie with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Alright, McCabe, you’ve been dodging the question all week. When are you finally going to tell us who your mystery girlfriend is?"

Katie raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Dunno what you’re talking about, Williamson," she said, though her grin betrayed her.

“Oh, come on, Katie! We know you’ve got a girlfriend,” Beth Mead chimed in. “We’ve seen you texting someone all the time with that ridiculous smile on your face. Just tell us who she is already!”

Katie rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a laugh. “You lot are like a pack of nosy hens. Maybe I just like keeping you guessing.”

The rest of the team erupted in mock groans, though it was clear they were enjoying the challenge. They had been trying to get Katie to spill the details for weeks now, and it was only making them more curious that she hadn’t cracked yet.

Vivianne leaned back against her locker, eyes narrowed in thought. “I’m just saying, whoever she is, she must be a saint to put up with you,” she joked, earning a laugh from everyone.

Meanwhile, across the room, you were quietly slipping out of your training gear, listening to the conversation with a faint smile on your lips. You were always one of the quieter members of the team, preferring to stay out of the spotlight. But you couldn’t help but enjoy watching Katie squirm as the team tried to guess who her girlfriend was.

Katie glanced over at you briefly, her eyes softening for just a second before she turned back to the group. “You lot wouldn’t last five minutes trying to figure it out,” she said confidently. “And that’s all you’re getting from me.”

The rest of the week continued much the same. The team tried every tactic they could think of to get Katie to reveal her girlfriend’s identity, but she stayed tight-lipped, playing it off with humor and deflection.

Match day came, and Arsenal was playing against a particularly aggressive team. The game was rough, with the opponents not shying away from harsh tackles. Katie was, as always, in the thick of it, but so were you. You were usually calm and composed, keeping your head down and focusing on the game. You didn’t get riled up easily, no matter how physical things got on the pitch.

But then, midway through the second half, it happened. An opponent delivered a harsh, deliberate shove that sent you sprawling to the ground. It was clearly targeted, meant to rile you up, and for the first time, it worked. You got to your feet, eyes blazing, and stepped up to the player, your calm facade cracking as you exchanged heated words.

The referee blew the whistle, stepping in to diffuse the situation, but it wasn’t until Katie came sprinting over that you backed off.

Katie’s expression was a mix of concern and irritation as she reached you, gently placing her hands on your shoulders. “Hey, hey, hey, babe, breathe. Look at me,” she said softly, her Irish accent thickening as she spoke. “Calm down, yeah? She’s not worth it.”

The change in you was immediate. You took a deep breath, your shoulders relaxing under Katie’s touch as you met her eyes. “I’m fine,” you mumbled, though you didn’t look away. Katie gave you a reassuring smile, her hands lingering for a moment before she stepped back.

The rest of the team had been watching the scene unfold, and now they were staring, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Leah’s mouth was practically hanging open. “Wait a minute... did you just call her ‘babe’?”

Beth was the first to recover, a grin spreading across her face. “No way,” she said, laughing. “She is your girlfriend?!”

Katie looked over her shoulder at her teammates, her cheeks flushing slightly but her expression defiant. “Yeah, she is. Problem?” she said, though the playful challenge in her voice made it clear she wasn’t actually worried.

There was a moment of stunned silence, and then the rest of the team burst into cheers and whoops, with a few mock wolf whistles thrown in for good measure.

“Oh my God, this is the best plot twist ever!” Beth exclaimed, still laughing. “And you kept this from us for how long?”

You couldn’t help but blush at all the attention, but you were smiling too, your earlier anger completely forgotten. “We weren’t exactly trying to keep it a secret,” you said softly, glancing at Katie. “Just... didn’t make a big deal out of it.”

“Well, it’s a big deal now!” Leah declared, coming over to give Katie a friendly shove. “Can’t believe you didn’t tell us, McCabe. But I guess we should’ve known. Only you could get (Y/N) to chill out like that.”

Katie just laughed, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “Guess it’s out in the open now,” she said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Hope you’re all happy.”

“Oh, we’re more than happy,” Vivianne said, shaking her head with a grin. “Just don’t expect us to stop teasing you about it.”

Katie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As the team gathered around to offer their congratulations, you couldn’t help but feel a warmth in your chest, grateful that the secret was out—and even more grateful that you didn’t have to hide your happiness anymore. Katie’s hand in yours was all the reassurance you needed, a silent promise that you would face whatever came next together.

I hope you like it 💕

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Flustered 🫣

Ona Batlle x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

When Ona is asked about her mysterious girlfriend in an interview, she becomes flustered and loses her words.

In the brightly lit studio, Ona Batlle sat comfortably in her chair, mid-way through an interview, feeling confident and at ease. She had answered countless questions about her career, her goals, and her life as a footballer. But as the interviewer shifted gears, a playful smile spread across their face.

“So, Ona,” they began, leaning in slightly, “there have been rumors flying around about a special someone in your life. We’ve heard whispers about your mysterious girlfriend. Care to share a bit more with us?”

Ona’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened slightly. She hadn’t expected this question, especially not today. She immediately felt the heat rise to her cheeks, her composed demeanor faltering. She cleared her throat, glancing down at her hands, which were suddenly very interesting.

“I…uh…” Ona started, clearly flustered, biting her lip as she struggled to find the right words. The usually calm and collected football star was at a loss, her mind racing as she thought of you. Your laugh, the way you always supported her, and the quiet moments you shared. But talking about it in public? That was another matter entirely.

The interviewer, sensing her hesitation, pressed a little further, though still in a lighthearted tone. “You’re blushing, Ona! Seems like this is a bit of a sensitive topic. Care to give us just a little hint?”

Ona chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck, a sure sign she was feeling shy. “I mean…she’s…” She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “She’s amazing. Really, really amazing,” she finally managed, her voice soft but sincere. “But, um…I’m not used to talking about my personal life like this.”

The interviewer smiled warmly, clearly enjoying seeing this side of Ona. “No need to spill all the details. But we’re happy to see you so happy. We’ll leave the mystery intact for now.”

Ona exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, flashing a grateful smile. “Thank you,” she said quietly, her eyes still twinkling, though her cheeks remained flushed. She couldn’t wait to get home and tell you about this moment, even if it had been a bit embarrassing.

As the interview continued on to safer topics, Ona’s mind couldn’t help but wander back to you, the reason behind her flustered state. You were her safe haven, her mystery to the world, but to her, you were everything.

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Gamer 🎮

Mapi León x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

After a long day of training, Mapi prefers playing video games over cuddling with you.

After an intense training session, you expected Mapi to come home, take a quick shower, and curl up next to you on the couch. That was your routine—post-training cuddles. But today? Today was different.

The moment Mapi stepped through the door, her eyes weren’t on you. They were on the sleek console sitting on the TV stand.

You raised an eyebrow as she tossed her duffle bag aside and plopped onto the couch, grabbing the controller without even a glance your way. “Hey,” you called softly, hoping to pull her attention back to you. “Rough training session?”

“Hmm?” she hummed, eyes already glued to the screen. “Yeah, kinda. Just need to unwind, cariño.”

You smiled at the term of endearment, but you couldn't help the slight pang in your chest. Unwinding usually meant with you, not battling through virtual enemies.

You sat down beside her, nudging her shoulder. “I thought we could hang out tonight? Maybe watch a movie?”

“I’ll join you in a bit,” Mapi replied, her fingers flying over the buttons. “Just let me finish this level.”

You sighed, leaning back and watching as her attention stayed firmly on the game. “That’s what you said last time,” you muttered under your breath, earning a chuckle from her.

Time ticked by, and you tried to occupy yourself—scrolling through your phone, watching a show. But the longer it went on, the more the urge to tease her grew.

Leaning over, you rested your head on her shoulder, your voice low and sweet. “You know, I’m right here, right?”

Mapi barely glanced at you. “Mm-hmm.”

“Remember me? Your girlfriend?”

“Uh-huh,” she muttered, distracted.

This was war.

You reached over and playfully poked her in the ribs, earning a startled gasp from her. Her fingers fumbled on the controller, causing her character to falter. “Hey! What was that for?” she asked, her eyes finally meeting yours.

“For ignoring me,” you said with a grin, leaning in closer. “You know, I’m starting to feel like second place to that game.”

Mapi groaned, dropping the controller into her lap. “I’m not ignoring you,” she argued, though there was a smile tugging at her lips. “I just... I needed to decompress.”

“I get that,” you admitted, “but I miss you.”

That did the trick. Mapi’s face softened, and she leaned over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Okay, okay, I’m done. Promise.”

“Promise?”

She nodded, turning off the game and tossing the controller aside. “Promise.” She slid closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Besides, I think I prefer spending time with you more than my game.”

“Is that right?” you teased, resting your head on her chest.

Mapi smirked. “Well, the game doesn’t cuddle me back.”

You laughed, feeling her warmth as she held you close, the two of you falling back into the rhythm that felt right. “Good choice,” you whispered, content with the shift of attention back to you.

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Pumpkin carving 🎃

Lucy Bronze x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

With Halloween coming soon, Lucy and you decided to crave some pumpkins. Which turns into a friendly competition.

The soft glow of the apartment's string lights reflected off the windows, casting a cozy warmth around the living room as you and Lucy sat on the floor, pumpkins and carving tools spread out between you. The scent of a cinnamon-scented candle filled the space, and a playlist of autumn-themed music played in the background.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” Lucy said, rolling up the sleeves of her hoodie as she eyed the pumpkin in front of her. She had this playful competitive streak, even when it came to something as simple as pumpkin carving.

You smirked, grabbing your own carving tool. “You always get so serious about this kind of stuff. It’s just for fun, you know?”

Lucy raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “Fun? Oh, it’s fun, but I also intend to win.”

“Win?” you laughed, your hand already covered in pumpkin guts as you scooped out the insides. “There’s no competition. Mine’s going to be better, and that’s just a fact.”

Lucy chuckled and shook her head, digging into her own pumpkin with the precision and focus she had on the pitch. The sight of her being so intense about something as simple as carving pumpkins made your heart swell with affection. She had this way of taking every little thing seriously, like she wanted to give everything her best shot, no matter how small.

You both fell into a comfortable rhythm, the sound of spoons scraping out seeds filling the space. Occasionally, Lucy would glance over at your pumpkin, trying to get a peek at your design, but you made sure to keep it hidden.

“No spoilers,” you teased, drawing a rough sketch of your design with a marker on the pumpkin’s surface.

“Okay, fine,” she said, laughing softly. “But don’t be mad when mine looks like a masterpiece, and yours looks like a mess.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” you replied, your grin widening as you started making the first cuts.

As you carved, Lucy kept sneaking glances your way, and you couldn’t help but notice how relaxed she looked. There was something so peaceful about these moments, just the two of you in your little bubble, away from the craziness of everyday life.

When you were finally done, you both stood back to admire your pumpkins. Lucy’s, unsurprisingly, was perfect—a classic jack-o-lantern with sharp, even lines and a face that looked like it could belong on the front page of a fall magazine. Yours, on the other hand, had a more whimsical feel: one eye bigger than the other, and a crooked grin that made it look adorably mischievous.

Lucy put her hands on her hips, examining your creation with a smirk. “I don’t know, it has... character,” she said, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Character? It’s a work of art, thank you very much,” you shot back, proud of your quirky pumpkin.

Lucy stepped closer, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you in for a hug. “Okay, fine. I’ll admit it. Yours is… unique,” she said, resting her chin on your shoulder as the two of you admired the pumpkins, now glowing with candles inside.

“It’s the best,” you corrected, leaning into her warmth.

Lucy chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Okay, okay. Yours is the best.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, wrapped up in each other, the soft flicker of candlelight dancing across the room. It was these little moments, simple and sweet, that reminded you just how perfect it was to be with her—whether it was on a fun night like this, or even when she was halfway across the world for a match.

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The Jersey 👕⚽️

Ona Batlle x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

Because of Ona constant travels -due to football matches- you were used to being long distance for weeks at a time. During these weeks of absence, you had for habit to wear Ona jersey to sleep. During a late night face time, Ona realised that instead of her jersey, you were wearing a Real Madrid one.

It had been weeks since you last saw Ona in person, the constant travelling for matches keeping her away. You had grown used to the long-distance routine—late-night texts, early-morning calls, and, of course, FaceTime sessions whenever you could catch her in between her busy schedule. But one thing that had become a habit during these stretches apart was wearing her jersey to bed. It made you feel close to her, even when she was halfway across the world.

Tonight, though, you decided to switch things up, feeling a little mischievous. Instead of her usual red jersey, you pulled on a Real Madrid one. You knew it would get a reaction out of her, and it was all in good fun.

When the FaceTime call connected, you were greeted by the sight of Ona sitting in her hotel room, looking tired but smiling. Her hair was still a little damp from her post-match shower, and her eyes lit up when she saw you.

“Hola, cariño,” she said softly, her voice warm despite the distance.

“Hey, babe,” you replied, settling back against your pillows. Everything felt normal, the conversation flowing easily as you caught up about her game and the latest news from home.

But then her eyes narrowed a bit as she looked closer at you. Her gaze drifted from your face to the shirt you were wearing, and her expression quickly shifted. She blinked, then leaned in closer to the screen, her brows furrowing.

“Are you…seriously wearing a Real Madrid jersey?” she asked, her voice calm but with an edge of disbelief.

You couldn’t help but smirk, leaning back on the bed, enjoying how riled up she was getting. “What? I thought I’d change things up tonight,” you teased, tugging at the fabric.

Ona's expression shifted from surprise to something more serious. “Cariño, if you don’t take that off, I swear I won’t talk to you for the rest of the night.”

You blinked, unsure if she was joking or not, but the look on her face told you she wasn’t messing around. “Wait, what? You can’t be serious.”

“I’m completely serious,” she said, crossing her arms, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Of all the teams you could pick, them ?”

The amusement you had felt earlier quickly melted into something closer to mild panic. Ona was the playful type, but football rivalries? Those were sacred, and clearly, this crossed a line you hadn’t fully anticipated.

“I was just messing with you,” you said quickly, tugging at the collar of the jersey as if that might soften her glare. “I didn’t think you’d take it this seriously!”

Ona didn’t budge, her face still set in that stern expression, though there was a glint of something playful in her eyes—like she knew she was overreacting but wasn’t about to let you off the hook that easily. “You know I love you,” she began, her tone softening just a little, “but this? This is betrayal.”

“Betrayal?” you echoed, half-laughing, but the guilt was starting to creep in. “Okay, okay, I’ll take it off. Just don’t stop talking to me.”

She leaned closer to the screen, arching an eyebrow. “I mean it, cariño. Off. Now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh nervously as you reached for the hem of the jersey, pulling it over your head. “Happy now?” you asked, tossing it off to the side.

The second the jersey was out of view, Ona’s face softened, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Much better,” she said, visibly relaxing. “Now you look like my partner again.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling. “I can’t believe you were really about to give me the silent treatment over a football jersey.”

“Football’s serious business,” she said with a playful shrug. “And I’d much rather see you in red.”

“Well, lesson learned,” you said, holding your hands up in defeat. “No more Real Madrid jerseys. Only Barca colors from now on.”

Ona nodded, her expression smug. “Good. Because next time I see you in one of those…” she trailed off, the threat clear, but the playful glint in her eyes told you she was back to her usual self.

“Noted,” you replied, leaning into the camera. “Now, can we go back to talking? I missed you, you know.”

Ona smiled softly, her serious act officially dropped. “I missed you too, cariño. But seriously—never again.”

You grinned, nodding. “Never again. Promise.”

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Restless Mornings 😴

Ingrid Engen x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

On one of Ingrid's rare days off, you decided to run around the house to tidy up instead of staying in bed with her. Ingrid clearly shows you that it is not yet time to wake up.

You had no idea why you woke up so early, especially on a day like today. It was one of Ingrid’s rare days off, and you had planned to sleep in with her, but lying still wasn’t an option; your mind was buzzing with all the little things you could do. Maybe make a special breakfast? Or clean up the place so she didn’t have to think about anything at all today? The ideas came one after another, and without thinking, you found yourself tiptoeing out of bed to get started.

First, you made your way into the kitchen, quietly shuffling through the fridge, looking for ingredients. But halfway through deciding on pancakes or eggs, you got sidetracked. You began rearranging the counters, then remembered you’d left a couple of dishes in the sink from last night’s dinner. As you washed them, your thoughts raced—maybe you should start some laundry too?

Before you knew it, you were dashing from one room to another, tidying up little things here and there, your mind jumping from task to task like a hyperactive ping-pong ball. You weren’t making much noise—at least, you thought you weren’t.

In truth, your intention was sweet: you wanted everything to be perfect so that when Ingrid woke up, she wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. She could just relax, spend the day with you, and unwind. But somewhere along the way, your energy had spiraled out of control.

You were halfway through folding a blanket in the living room when you heard a soft creak behind you.

Before you could react, you felt strong but gentle arms wrap around your waist. You squeaked in surprise as Ingrid lifted you effortlessly, her body warm and sleepy against yours.

“Ingrid! What are you—”

She didn’t say anything, just hummed in response, clearly too tired for words. You were whisked back to the bed, where she placed you down with care. Her head found its usual place on your chest, and she draped an arm over your waist, pulling you close.

“Sleep,” she muttered, her voice muffled against you, her breath warm against your skin. Her body relaxed almost immediately, falling back into the peaceful slumber she had been in just moments ago.

You blinked, still processing what had just happened. One second you were buzzing with energy, and the next, you were wrapped up in Ingrid’s embrace, pinned down by the weight of her love and exhaustion. The rhythm of her breathing was steady, calm, and it had a surprisingly calming effect on you as well.

Sighing softly, you gave in to her warmth and the steady thrum of her heartbeat. Maybe a few more hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt after all.

As you closed your eyes, you muttered under your breath, “You could’ve just asked me to come back to bed, you know.”

Ingrid stirred slightly, her arm tightening around you as if in response.

“Shh,” she mumbled in her sleep.

You smiled again, closing your eyes and letting yourself be comforted by her presence. There was no place you'd rather be.