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babsisbakery · 5 months

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A Lions fight (Leah Williamson x reader)

The end was kinda rushed uups

Christmas was her favourite time of the year, getting to eat chocolate, spending much time with her loved ones, going to the advent markt and playing in the snow. Her inner child always came out during this holiday season. Since you’ve spent three christmas seasons with her as her girlfriend you figured out how she behaves while being in the holiday spirit. Like a child.

Everyone knew Leah couldn’t cook but she was eager to keep you company while baking. She even tries to help. Only giving her the responsibility of smaller tasks, as you don’t want to repeat the events of last week. Your dear girlfriend forgot to cover the mixer, dough everywhere. On the kitchen counter, the fricking kitchen door, the floor and walls. It definitely wasn’t amusing to clean the whole mess up. Some stains remained on the wall, which you had to repaint as Leah is still in recovery.

Leah begged you to make a video of her opening the door of the advent calender. It was for an advertisement, which she loved to do. Your girlfriend and you received christmas sweaters and free chocolate. Who in their right mind says no to free chocolate? She got extremely excited opening the mini door for the first December. She savoured the taste of chocolate. Making funny faces in the process. After posting the video on her social media, it was your turn. Since your advent calendar wasn’t the same as hers, she was on her toes to find out what was hiding behind yours. A mini chocolate angel. As a true gooner, it reminded her of her Arsenal heritage. The defender began to sing “The Angel”. “As I walk these streets alone, through this borough I call home”, with a massive grin plastered on her face. You stare confused at her, not catching up on what your love is singing. “Liefje what are you singing?” you asked amused. Instead of answering she closed the distance between your bodies. Wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you towards her. “Upon the baron fields of Highbury 'neath the stadiums of stone” she kept on singing. Your arms finding their place around her neck. You popped in your small treat. Letting the texture of the chocolate dissolve on your tongue, your receptors being hit by a combo of bitter and sweet. In the meantime, your eyes connected with Leah’s, staring into each other's souls. This intimate moment got better when your lover decided to kiss you. A sweet and tender kiss, igniting a fire in your heart, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Leah’s tongue swept across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Granting her entrance with delight, her tongue explored your mouth. Slightly sucking on yours. “Mmm you taste delicious, like chocolate.” “Leah, you little shit.” Of course, her plan was to get some of your chocolate. Honestly you should have seen it coming. Smacking her head lightly. “What? I just love sweets. It’s not my fault.”, she responded with faux innocence. “Mhm keep telling yourself that schatje.”, you placed your right hand on her chest and pulled her in for a short kiss. After pulling away, your girlfriend chased your lips. A pout formed as she wanted to proceed with the minor make-out session in the kitchen. Hence why you pecked her lips a few more times.

Getting ready for a game normally doesn't take long. Only this time a dispute arose. Leah wanted you to wear her England jersey but they are playing your home country. How could you betray the Netherlands? Additionally being Viv’s cousin, you’d made your mind up. With Miedema written on the back of your shirt, which was actually your last name, you were ready to leave. Usually you wore Leah’s shirt but you wanted to show Viv support, you hoped for her to be subbed on and

get some minutes. You promised Leah to wear her shirt to the next game, she reluctantly agreed. No doubt wanting you to always have her shirt on. She always loved seeing you with her stuff, her last name on your back was the cherry on top. She promised herself to make you hers for once and for all someday. Already searching for suitable rings to propose to you. Of course she wasn't aware of you doing the exact same. Only Amanda and Viv were aware that both of you were on the lookout for engagement rings. Having figured out each other's ring size through those two wonderful women.

Arriving at the stadium you were in awe. The atmosphere was extremely pleasant. Fans cheering loudly while the players are warming up. You were pretty early there due to Leah wanting to visit the girls before kickoff. You on the other hand went to the dutchies. They were quite fond of you, Viv had dragged you to some events where you’ve met most of the leeuwinnen. Exchanging hugs and good luck wishes were on your agenda. Subsequently, you had a quick chat with your cousin, reassuring her that she’d play well. Recently she hasn’t been the most confident about performance. “Anna Margaretha Marina Astrid Miedema you got this, i believe in you and so do your teammates. When you get out there I want you to destroy the English. You got me dear cousin? Afterwards I’ll be saying: she ate and left no crumbs.” Viv hugged you tightly and whispered “Thank you Y/n, you really are my favourite cousin.””I’d be shocked if I wasn’t, I am your only cousin.”, your face showed a non amused expression. “Alright, I’ll leave you to get ready, need to meet up with Leah to go to our seats” Waving goodbye to everyone and them shouting goodbye back as you left.

After finding Leah in one of the many hallways, you went to your seats. Of course they were in the family section. As the game started you both were extremely excited but also on edge. This game could cost England the qualification as well as the Netherlands. When Beerensteyn scored two times in the first half you were ecstatic but didn’t show it too much. Jumping off your seat two times was enough celebration, not wanting to rub it under Leah’s nose. Speaking of your girlfriend, she was fuming next to you. Criticising every mistake made on the pitch. You were sure some memes would be created of her expressions during the game.

As the added time was announced Leah stood up “Babe I’ll be back. Just need to have a likkle chat with the girls.” “Alright my love. Please don’t be too harsh on them.” She mumbled something under her breath as a reply. You continued to watch the game until it was halftime. Getting up to get your girlfriend some water and something to munch on during the second half.

Leah entered the changing room. She leaned against the wall and waited for the girls to come. Shortly after her the girls entered. Some with heads hanging down, some had an unreadable expression. Everyone made their way to the cubbies, expecting Serena to yell at them but instead they found Leah. Now she stood in the middle of the room and looked around. Serena

watched from the door as the true captain of the team gave them a speech. It motivated every player, gave them feedback and told them to get their shit together. Serena herself couldn’t have done a better job, she certainly was proud of the injured player. “Kick some ass girls, I know you can do it. We won the Euros for Christ's sake. You have the ability to beat them, we’ve done it before. Get out there and show them who’s the boss. I believe in you.” and with that Leah left the changing room leaving the “stage” to Serena.

Seeing them play in the second half was as if a switch had been turned. More ball control, more opportunities and some changes. The lionesses flipped the tables, the game now in their favour. Still with the narrow victory the chances of qualifying weren’t the greatest. The game against Scotland would have to be an epic one, with loads of goals.

As soon as the match ended Leah and you went on the field. Even after the win some of the girls were in tears. They were disappointed in themself. Leah joined them in the circle, she was proud of the girls, even if the game could have been better. They managed a comeback, they still had a chance. Nothing was lost yet, that's what she told the girls and she was right. Nothing was carved into stone, everything was possible.

#oranje leeuwinnen #england lionesses #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal women #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #arsenal wfc #awfc x reader

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museszm · 2 months

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Netherlands knocked England out of qualifying for Olympics just to not qualify themselves??? Nobody speak to me

#woso #football #women’s football #woso community #Netherlands vs Germany #netherlands wnt #oranje leeuwinnen #uwnl #uefa womens nations league #uefa women's nations league #uefa #women’s nations league

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kamotecue · 6 months

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i need to unlearn how to love too 𖤓 v. miedema

pairing: vivianne miedema x reader

summary: all of your life you witnessed unhealthy relationships from the people around you, and when you break the cycle—the overthinking thoughts unfortunately get the better of you. dutch!reader

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do you know what it’s like? having your overthinking thoughts plaguing your mind? the way your heart would beat rapidly, or the nausea you’d experience. it was different, but it was normal.

you were happy, genuinely happy—but the thoughts you had consumed your mind. in the end, it lead to the break up between you and the light of your life. the memories were fresh, as you swung the punching bag, switching from a jab punch to a cross punch, finishing flawlessly with an uppercut.

but until now, you felt the rupture of the feelings you’ve been holding on till now. you slowly sat on the ground, not minding how the punching bag had hit your back—the tears were blurring your sight as you fumbled over your words.

cause if i’m gonna learn how to love you

the first relationship you ever had—was what broke you. yet the shy yet soft spoken forward was the one to break you out of your shell. the one you desperately designed, to not let anyone in again.

but a simple yet small smile from the dutchie had started to break down those walls. you remember the day viv had approached you. it was after practice, you struggled to fit in arsenal—everyone was better than you, was what you said.

but you were an absolute baller, you didn’t see it yourself—you lacked the confidence as everyone told you, you wouldn’t make it. but she had noticed your talent, the star girl of the dutch national team.

yet if you were going to learn how to love her, you need to do it properly. without the self blame, or hating the way you overthought as that’s normal in a relationship.

i need to unlearn how to love too

the way you learned how to love wasn’t like you wanted it to be. you had watched from those around you, the way they didn’t treat their partner right—and you did the opposite by treating your first partner right.

it was unfortunate that they didn’t treat you well, but you met her. the love of your life, the one who brought light to your world—the one who healed a heart that they didn’t break.

need to unlearn how to run when it feels right

when you overthought, you would run before talking about it with viv. she was extremely patient and understood you, but you felt as if it was draining for her—too draining to continue. which is why you wanted to focus on yourself, why you had opted for taking a break, rather than continuing it.

oh my god, i’m tryin'

you’re doing the best you can, it was hard for you to not rush to her and ask her to be yours again. but she knew that you weren’t ready, so she’ll just be there waiting.

the encouraging smiles she’d give you, the comforting pats on the back, her shy smiles you often found yourself smiling at—and the way she just brightens up your world.

if i’m gonna learn how to choose you, i need to unlearn what i’m used to

if you were to choose her, you’d have to learn again—and unlearn with what you are used to. a partner is there to encourage you, to love you, and to adore and keep you happy.

but you were taught the opposite way, that lovers are just people who break you—they aren’t there to make you happy, to love you—or encourage you.

but you didn’t care, you wanted your happy ending, and little did you know—you did it.

#vivianne miedema #vivianne miedema imagine #vivianne miedema x reader #orange leeuwinnen x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #arsenal wfc imagine

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midnight-ramblingswfc · 6 months

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Viv make her return to the oranje leeuwinnen!

#vivianne miedema #netherland wnt #netwnt #oranje leeuwinnen

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bdwoso · 29 days

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#esmee brugts #woso #woso community #nedwnt #oranje leeuwinnen #fc barcelona femeni #barcelona women

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wososhine · 8 months

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Sarina wiegman dedicating the award to the Spanish team ❤️‍🩹🤝🏻 (video)

#Sarina wiegman #Uefa coach of the year #Oranje leeuwinnen #lionesses #spain wnt #espwnt #esp wnt #alexia putellas #aitana bonmati #Futfem #woso

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soccer-love · 1 year

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Hiii mate, could make a request where the reader is a singer and write a song for her ex (the player you want or if difficult to choose could be Jill roord) and you decide if makes a happy or sad ending (the song: if you love her by forest blakk)

If you lover her

Jill Roord x reader

Jill tried to take a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut so she didn't need to see the big headline of the article she just read.

"Y/N Y/L/N releases single - old lover or new heartbreak?"

It was only a seven lines long article, trapped between an Interview with Taylor Swift and an advertisement for Harry Styles new tour.

Even though she knew that this was a terrible idea, she opened YouTube and searched for the new song.

The moment she head the soft voice again, singing the first line of the song, a million different thought rushed through her head.

Memories of old days.

Days that were almost forgotten.

And in the last coroner of her heart she could remember the feeling she had back then.

"Take it. If she gives you her heard don't you break it."

She felt tears forming in her eyes.

"Let your arms be a place she feels safe in"

Man she could remember the many times, she laid in your arms, feeling safer then at any other place in the world. Her head pressed in your neck, or resting on your chest. Forgetting the world around her, just relaxing.

"She always has trouble falling asleep."

The stressful days, packed with training, recovery, games and media stuff, we're getting more. At night, when she was laying in bed, the thoughts in her head just wouldn't shut up. The only thing that really helped here, was when she could sleep with her head on your chest and focusing on the sound of your heartbeat.

"And she likes to cuddle, while under the sheets"

Cuddling was for her, like the most intimate thing ever. More than kissing or having sex. From the outside she looked like a hard and funny person but inside she was actually a massive softy. And she loved just laying on your bed, hidden under the sheets and cuddled close to you.

"She loves Pop songs and dancing"

Jill loved the many dances you had, when she just randomly put on a playlist and started to swing her hips until it became a full dance while singing loud to the music. And she did that in the most random moments, while cooking dinner, making breakfast, brushing her teeth, getting dressed or just when she was bored while working out.

"and bad trash TV"

Oh yes, the many night you spend awake, or the many rainy days you two spend on the couch, watching whatever was on TV. Sometimes she would turn off the sound and make her own dialogs to the scenes.

"There's still a few other things"

"She loves love notes and babies"

Since your older sister already had two children and you were the godmother of both of them, you spend a lot of time with them. And Jill loved them with all her heart. The older one, Jenny was five years old when you broke up and loved soccer and everything that was related to the Frauen Bundesliga. The younger, Christoper was only two at the time and he loved Jill and Jill loved him.

"And likes giving gifts"

From every, really every place they played, she brought something with her. A expensive bottle of wine, from Rome. A scarf with little Eiffel towers on it, from Paris. A cookbook for Tapas from Barcelona and a red wool sweater from Sweden. And so much more, she loved gifting things to you.

"Has a hard time accepting, a good compliment."

"She loves her whole family, and all of her friends."

There was nothing Jill loved more than her family and her friends where part of her family, her team too. And she would do anything to protect her family.

"So if you're the one she lets in. Take it. If she gives you her heart. Don't you break it. Let your arms be a place. She feels safe in. She's the best thing that you'll ever have. She'll love you. If you love her. On days when. It feels like the whole. World might cave in. Stand side by side. And you'll make it. She's the best thing that you'll ever have. She'll love you. If you love her like that."

Durning the refrain she felt tears running down her cheeks, of curse this song could be about anyone. A person you had dated before her, someone you dated after her, but deep in her heart she knew it. She knew that this song was about her. About your story.

Kiss her with passion As much as you can

"Kiss her with passion, as much as you can."

She remembered the lots of kisses you shared, she loved kissing you. And you two had so many different ways to kiss. Soft and slow, with love, passionate and heated. Something else in every situation. Morning kisses where different then good nights and they where different then good luck kisses or kisses after a match. And of curse there where the kisses that you shared in spicy situations.

"Run your hands through her hair, whenever she's sad"

Jill remembered the night, they got kicked out of the European championship. You where with her the whole time, letting her cry in your arms and comforting her through the whole thing.

"And when she doesn't notice, how pretty she is, tell her over and over, so she never forgets."

It was probably one of the things you said the most to her, every day after she got dressed, after the matches when she was so sweaty and feeling dead she almost couldn't believe it.

And then again, the refrain. Jill already knew that she loved and hated that song at the same time.

As it ended, she quickly closed YouTube and opened google, searching for your next concert.

It was only two days until.

And before she could change her mind she bought one of the last available tickets.

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After the last song, one about a couple getting married and spending there live together, people where throwing roses at the stage.

It was the moment you allowed your self to take a last look at the crowd and then you noticed her.

Standing in the middle, not screaming or celebrating, just standing there, smiling.

In her blue LFDY Hoodie, that you bought her so many years ago.

She looked down at the rose in her hand, a white pice of paper tied to it, before she threw it on stage.

Like after every show you picked up some of the roses, hers too, before saying "Good Night.", and leaving to go to the backstage rooms.

"Y/N the-"

"Not now." You cut your manager Brian off and walked into the room you used as a room to get ready and if you needed some alone time before the shows.

You gave him the bouquet of roses, only keeping the one from Jill, before closing the door behind you.

"Y/N, I know you don't like second chances, but please let us talk. We're staying at the same hotel, I'm waiting at the bar. Love J-"

She was right, you hated second chances.

But there was so much that you wanted to say to her.

You regretted that break up so much.

You both did.

You two never really had a fight until that one night.

It was a rainy night in London, Jill came home really late.

And from the moment she walked through the door, you knew something was up.

"I got offered to play for VFL Wolfsburg." she explained, you knew what that meant.

She was going back to Germany.

And you couldn't do long distance. It was already hard when she was away with Arsenal and you hated the days when she was away with the National Team.

You just had signed a contract with a producing company in London for two more albums. You couldn't leave that.

Without really talking about it, you two knew this was the end.

And by the time of summer, Jill had moved out of your shared apartment. With all of her stuff.

Her cloths, her sneaker collection, her soccer stuff, even her coffee machine.

It was like the live had moved out with her.

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You hurried to get back to your hotel and refused to talk to anyone about what was up with you.

When you arrived at the hotel bar, you scanned the room, searching for her when you noticed a women sitting at the end of the bar.

There she was.

"Hey." You said and she turned around, she had changed into a black suit, making her look even more beautiful.

"Hi." she answered and it felt like haven, hearing her voice again.

"Can I?" You asked, pointing at the chair next to her.

"Yeah of curse, what do you wanna drink?"

"A Coke please." You answered and she ordered it for you.

"How are you?" she says, after the barkeeper placed the drink in front of you.

"I'm good. Any you?"

"Yeah me too." she says.

You open your mouth to say something but she cuts you off.

"Y/N. I don't wanna do small talk. I came because I need to talk to you"

"About what?"

"The song, If you love her was it about me?"

"Yes." you say, unable to form proper sentences.

"Why?"

"I....I thought it would help me to get over you but I cant. I'm still so in love with you."

"Oh Y/N." she sighs, happy that you still feel that way but also sad.

"I'm sorry that I left, I'm sorry that I didn't asked you to try it with me."

"No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just let you go, I should have fought for you." you say and she nods.

"I know that there is nothing, that I- that we can make to, just get back to this moment, but I would be willing to start over with you." she says and softly slides her hand on top of yours.

"Me too, I want us back."

"So, everything is on beginning now." she says and you nod.

"I'm Y/N." you induce yourself and hold your hand out for her.

"I'm Jill, nice to meet you." she answers, laughing.

#jill roord #vflwolfsburgfrauen #frauen bundesliga #arsenal wfc #jill roord x reader #oranjeleeuwinnen #oranje leeuwinnen x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #lgbtq #wlw

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wosobot · 10 months

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comeback loading

#woso #arsenal wfc #arsenal #vivianne miedema #comeback loading #oranje leeuwinnen #afc #awfc #nedwnt

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ecxdvdupdates · 9 months

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Danielle van de Donk on Instagram: Cuddles cuddles 🥹

#danielle van de donk #daniëlle van de donk #woso #fifa women’s world cup 2023 #oranje leeuwinnen

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katelynnwrites · 9 months

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so freaking cute 🥹🐶

#jill roord #danielle van de donk #lynn wilms #jackie groenen #lineth beerensteyn #merel van dongen #victoria pelova #daphne van domselaar #nedwnt #oranje leeuwinnen #woso #fifa wwc 2023

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whacklezthesecond · 11 months

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Working on a little WWC23 project ⚽ who else would you like me to add? *I know Leah isn't playing this world cup but I refuse to accept it <3

⚽PT. II

#uswnt #alex morgan #oranje leeuwinnen #danielle van de donk #girls in green #katie mccabe #lionesses #leah williamson #womens world cup #womens football #my art #illustration

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babsisbakery · 4 months

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A Lions fight part 2

Leah williamson x reader

The last group games were today. All or nothing. Qualification or “failure”. The ones who made it would celebrate, while other players' dreams would be crushed leaving them frustrated with their own performance, not happy of themself. But sometimes that's football. A big part of the game is to learn how to pick up the shattered hopes to build them back up. To not give up easily. Staying strong when tough times arise and having your teams back no matter what.

Currently, you and your girlfriend are in the stands. England vs Scotland while the Netherlands played Belgium. Of course you’d watch the Lionesses game live, your girlfriend is their captain after all. That didn’t prevent you from checking your phone every few minutes to check the score of the other match. Honestly you’d be content with either team qualifying, you had people on both teams to cheer on. Sadly they cannot both qualify.

For the sake of your sanity your vote was slightly leaning towards England. Otherwise Leah could get insufferable with all her moaning and groaning, not the pleasant one which you induced. At the beginning she looks absolutely adorable, all huffing, puffing and pouting but when her never ending complaints start it can get irritating. The simplest way to upper her mood would be a nice bath. Wine in hand and her back pressed to your front. Praises softly whispered into her ear and feather light kisses pressed to her neck and cheeks.

As halftime arrived the odds seemed to be in England's favor, they were playing incredibly. Leah was beaming, I mean they still had to score a few more goals cause you were sure the oranje leeuwinnen weren’t done with one goal. But so far so good, your girlfriend knew the second half would be even more important but she still pulled you in for a kiss. Her smile couldn’t be wiped off her face. Her left arm was placed over your shoulders “Williamson suits you baby, wear it more often?” “Haa you wish my love, it will boost your ego more, it's big enough as it is.” a light giggle escapes your lips, kissing her cheek. “Ughhh you're cruel and my ego isn't that big.” she proceeds to wrap both her arms around you while your faces are inches away. “And here you are, in love with little ol cruel me, so that's on you Le.” “I wouldn't have it any other way, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me,” planting a tender kiss to your forehead, you sense a smirk forming on her lips “after the Euro’s win of course.” This statement earns her a slap to her upper arm “Leah!” “I’m kidding, I’m kidding baby.” due to her infectious laugh you can’t stay mad at her and laugh along.

Her demeanor changes pretty quickly. The second half isn’t as eventful as the first. They couldn't connect to their first half success, while the Netherlands were improving. After the regular 90 minutes it was looking good for England but a goal from Damaris soon followed. Everyone was on edge, Leah was seemingly worried. But Lucy came and told the dutchies to hold her purse and scored. People in the stand were going wild, surely this was it. England would be in the Olympics. An emotional rollercoaster coming to an end. Yet their joy didn't last long as Damaris surprisingly scored again.

As the girls found out, most of them began to burst into tears. Leah too. She immediately seeked the comfort of your neck and hid there for a few minutes until she calmed down. She wasn't crying the whole time as Leah normally has her emotions under control but you provided her with calmness and safety which she desperately needed in this moment. You both proceeded to head to the pitch, to be with the others.

Of course that didn’t mean you weren’t happy for Viv or the other leeuwinnen. The sadness overflowed you tho. The lionesses were all down. That didn't leave you with much room to think of something else except to console them. Both teams held a special place in your heart. You couldn't bear to watch them wallow in self pity. If you could do anything, and you mean anything to bring even the littlest smile on their faces you would try. You went to each and every girl with Leah to hug them. To tell them how incredible they played. And yeah it may not have been good enough but that's not what they should be focusing on right now. Who am I kidding, that's exactly what we are looking at. But they won 6 to 0, what a massive win. You were so incredibly proud of the girls and so was Leah. She made sure everyone on the team knew. To not beat themself up.

Leah also realized that because they were missing this tournament they’d at least have the essential rest in the summer. Finally a break in players' arduous schedules.

#england lionesses #woso imagine #woso #oranje leeuwinnen #leah williamson #woso x reader #fem reader #engwnt #leah williamson x reader #arsenal women

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